forum I'm Bored And I Want Romance (O/O)

Started August 16, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

So, I'm in class, and bored, so if you are also bored, come here. I would prefer someone who is semi-literate and refrains from using one-liners. I'd love anything so if you have any prompts, come hither!

Halloo! If it's fantasy, i'm down

I've kinda been craving a hero x villain romance, personally. Kinda like this one. But here are some other prompts just in case:

• Not so good healer
• Save the monster
• Royal Rejects
• Loyal Monsters (except not a child)
• Dreamy
• Hell's Favorite (not necessarily Satan)

Oof, I can't see pins or pictures, could you type it out or put it in a google doc?

Oh, yeah. just gimme a sec

Thanks bro!

Hero x Villain: A superhero story where the villain and the superhero are roommates. They keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time, and they stitch each other up after battles, but neither has any idea that the other is their nemesis. They keep on having to lie to each other why they are covered in scratches and bruises.

• Opt: They fully know about each other, but think the other doesn't know that they know. So they spend the whole time thinking 'Don't give it away don't say anything don't let it slip!'

Not So Good Healer: You're a local healer, a good one, and your people love you. But you do not truly heal wounds, merely transfer them… The people of the valley below know you under a different name. (Maybe someone finds out and confronts them?? idk))

Save the Monster: "I'm not here to slay you, monster. I'm here to undo the curse those gods have made you endure."

Royal Rejects: A princess runs away because of an arranged marriage, befriends a gang of outlaws, falls in love with one of them, only to find out he is actually the prince she was supposed to marry, who also ran away.

Loyal Monsters: Someone is kidnapped. Outraged, the monsters living under the bed and in their closet vow to find them.

Dreamy: You're vacationing in a city you've never been in before, when you suddenly find yourself in a place you've seen hundreds of times in your dreams. The person you always see in those dreams is there too, and they slowly turn and ask, "Is it really you?"

Hell's Favorite: A lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them. Since he can't renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millennia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan's #1.

• It doesn't necessarily have to be Satan

whew, that was a lot of typing

Ooh! I like save the monster and hell's favorite~

Hmm, shall we do hell's favorite? If so, are we keeping it as Satan?

If you'd like. May I be the human?

I actually have a god of the underworld that I'd like to use, so that works out.

Fun, shall it be straight or LBT?

Ummmmm, I'd prefer straight for this one

That's cool, I have just the girl in mind than!

Awesome! Are we doing templates or just jumping right in? I usually do temps because it helps me develop them a bit, but it's up to you

Ah, I tend to jump right in

We can do that as well

Alrighty, do you want to go first or should I?

Hmmm, could you? I'd think the girl summoning him would start it off

Alrighty!

Morgan set out the candles, lighting them and making sure they were lined up. She had wanted to do this for a while, but just hadn't had the energy. "Okay…" She muttered, finsihing up the final chalk line. "How do I do this? Do I just say Satan three times like Beetlejuice or Bloody Mary? I mean, it's worth a try…" She gave a deep breath. "Satan, Satan, Satan."

Satan—or, rather, Damon, as he was named at birth—appeared in a silent cloud of darkness, sitting on a nearby chair as the girl. His long legs were sprawled out, and he gazed at the girl in silence for a few seconds, attempting to figure out if he should bother or not. He was dressed in all black, the clothing in impeccable condition and incredibly nice for the ruler of all things sinful. His black and surprisingly fluffy hair was combed back as best as he could, though some strands fell into his coal-gray eyes.

Morgan starteled, she forgot that if it actually happened to work, she would have to talk. "H-hello, are you Satan?" She stuttered out after a moment. "I'm sorry for bothering you." Morgan was almost dressed as different as the sun was from the moon, having on a mustard yellow oversized sweatshirt on with a small design of an egg on it and some grey sweatshirts.

Damon tilted his head, surveying her quickly before speaking. "That's one of my names," he said, his voice smooth like silk and on the deeper end. "Any particular reason why you called me?" he asked, propping his head up on a fist. She didn't look like the sort that usually called him. They were cultists devoted to worshiping him. She was…not.

"I don't really know how this works, but can you be my friend?" She decided that if she was going to stall actually doing the ritual, she shouldn't stall the asking. "If not that's okay, I can make a snack and you can go if you want…" Morgan trailed off.