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The Fanfiction Thread
#1
There has been a lot of fanfiction making it's rounds in the last few weeks. I'd like to start an official thread for which it share it. To be consistent, as well as considerate of others, however, we need a format. I propose the following header to keep everyone a-OK

Title: [especially to keep multipart stories together]
Pairing: [the characters involved]
Rating: [a rating of the fic, ie T for Teen or M for Mature]
Warnings: [warn others of any questionable content so they know if they are okay to read it]

Have at it!
 "I don't really do handshakes."

Black furred Savar female, often wearing dark formal clothing and a large gear pendant as well as carrying a satchel.

OOG: Corri Dawson
email: emopumpkin@live.ca
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#2
Title: "Oh Ursel..." Ch 1: the Meeting
Pairing: Ursel x Pandora
Rating: 18A
Warnings: BDSM / Bondage / punishment / Femdom

Ursel trudged through the fields into the trees away from Svenheim. This was the last straw. She was never going to deal with those ungrateful bastards again. She continued storming through the woods in no particular direction. She just knew she needed to get far. Far far away.
After a couple hours of wandering, she paused for some water. Problem was, in her fit she had forgot to bring any with her. All she had on her were some arrows and her bow. She let out a half-sigh, half-cry of frustration as she collapsed on the ground in near tears. She’d have to go back but which way was town? The trees covered the sky so she couldn’t see the sun. She didn’t leave much of a trail so she couldn’t retrace her steps. She was lost with no way out.
She sat with her back against a tree, pounding the back of her head gently against the bark as she cursed her situation. Cursed Svenheim—it was their fault she even left in the first place.
As she sat there, a cool chill swept over the grass and sank into her very bones. She scrambled for her bow, which lay beside her but she could no longer lift her arms. She looked down in panic to see that solid cuffs of ice had formed around her wrist pinning her to the tree.
“Well what do we have here?” A soft but frigid voice filled Ursel’s ears as a woman stepped out from behind a large fern.
“Pandora!” Ursel spat the word like venom.
“Now, now, is that any way to address your superiors?” the wintry goddess glided over to the now helpless elf. Pandora stooped down and ran a single fingernail down the side of Ursel’s face, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake. “We’re going to have to teach you some proper manners.”
Ursel continued to glare at her in utter loathing.
“Oh how I’m going to enjoy beating that defiance out of you” Pandora purred, a sadistic glint in her eyes “Shall we begin our lesson?” And with a single crack of the goddess’ hand across Ursel’s face, their bond as student and Mistress began.
A young human dressed in a tunic and pants. He wears black greaves and bracers and carries a sword that is just a bit too large for him. 

OOG: Robert DiBartolomeo
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#3
I have one with an Einher and a sheep.
Adults only
Pm
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Prawl: a shy quite Wild elf often seen in the woods.

Medical Marshal
OOG: Tara
email: taradolson@gmail.com
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#4
(11-02-2016, 01:10 PM)Rajani the Dark Wrote: There has been a lot of fanfiction making it's rounds in the last few weeks. I'd like to start an official thread for which it share it. To be consistent, as well as considerate of others, however, we need a format. I propose the following header to keep everyone a-OK

Title: [especially to keep multipart stories together]
Pairing: [the characters involved]
Rating: [a rating of the fic, ie T for Teen or M for Mature]
Warnings: [warn others of any questionable content so they know if they are okay to read it]

Have at it!

If anyone decides they want to post this stuff on AO3 (I am assuming anyone writing fanfic will know what that is), I can make sure it gets wrangled nicely ;)
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#5
(11-02-2016, 01:20 PM)Riven Shadowlight Wrote: Warnings: BDSM / Bondage / punishment / Femdom

I'm a bit scared. Not gonna lie.
Ori Moran: A purple feathered Avian with a red hat who carries a black and white shield. She has three Shadow Marks over one eye and a scar through the other.

Nelinha: Some asshole Ice Elf. Has a bright red hooded scarf and a black winged brooch.

OOG: Alex Heintz - NPL - Official Ralinmeme Maker
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#6
See now I want to write one like a harlequin romance novel. Heaving bosoms. Galloping abs. Gratuitous use of the words "quivering" and "half lidded".
IG: A human man in a crow skull mask, grey stole, and black clerical vestments. Occasionally carries an iron or silver dagger, but more often seen without any visible weapons or amour to speak of.

OOG: Danny Heintz, he/him. Transmasc in progress, please disregard mine bræsts. 

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#7
Carrion, all applications are accepted. Pandora/Ursel would not be an appropriate pairing for that though, I don't think.
 "I don't really do handshakes."

Black furred Savar female, often wearing dark formal clothing and a large gear pendant as well as carrying a satchel.

OOG: Corri Dawson
email: emopumpkin@live.ca
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#8
Please don't suggest my sibling would write a Harlequin romance of my elf and the goddess of pain and domination.

Also i suggest instigating a rule that all players involved in the fic give approval before it gets posted here. I was cool with the one Riven made but I don't want people getting uncomfortable.
Ori Moran: A purple feathered Avian with a red hat who carries a black and white shield. She has three Shadow Marks over one eye and a scar through the other.

Nelinha: Some asshole Ice Elf. Has a bright red hooded scarf and a black winged brooch.

OOG: Alex Heintz - NPL - Official Ralinmeme Maker
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#9
I'm down for some Lamalas fanfics
Epic NPC Man!! -guitar riff-
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#10
I both agree with Alex that people should probably get the go ahead so it's all in good fun rather than Uncomfortable, and also that I should not be the one writing fanfic about my sister's character.
IG: A human man in a crow skull mask, grey stole, and black clerical vestments. Occasionally carries an iron or silver dagger, but more often seen without any visible weapons or amour to speak of.

OOG: Danny Heintz, he/him. Transmasc in progress, please disregard mine bræsts. 

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