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[Cinderhella]

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• Hey— I'm Cinderhella. I write romantic or platonic females across from male characters, no exceptions. Your IRL identity does not matter so long as you can play a male character. I write with anyone over 21 years of age (:
  
  ✭ third person, past tense
  ✭ 300 - 500 words
  ✭ character focused
  ✭ daily replies
  
  I don't expect you to use code or aesthetics, so please don't be intimidated by my theatrics here. I do this stuff for me, lol. I am here for the plot and would like to write with fellow storytellers who enjoy the same.
  
  Please don't reply to this thread. If you are interested, shoot me a DM to connect.
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  enemies to lovers. friends to lovers. technology. angst. fairy tales. mythology. competition. revenge. mystery. crime. mafia. war. behind enemy lines. fish out of water. parallel universe. time travel. aliens. robots. campus. hospital. prison. camp. 'not if you were the last person on earth'. y2k. nostalgia. rivals.
  
  military
  ► soldier x comrade soldier
  ► soldier x enemy soldier
  ► medic x prisoner of war
  ► drill sergeant x private
  
  slice of life
  ► ally x ally
  ► prisoner x prisoner
  ► patient x patient
  ► deathwish x guardian angel
  ► guard x experiment
  
  sci-fi
  ► hacker x hacker
  ► e-girl x rogue AI
  ► robot x mechanic
  ► alien x human
  ► online vs offline
  
  misc tropes
  ► dr jekyll and mr hyde
  ► joker x harley
  ► grumpy x sunshine
  ► stalker x muse
  ► addict x supply
  ► arranged marriage
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  I. HAMLET

  hades x persephone
  mafia romantic gothic

  He's supposed to follow in his father's footsteps, but all he wants is to live a normal life. After kidnapping the daughter of a rival gang, he sees his chance. They decide to run away together and live happily ever after. Only problem is they now have two gangs after them.
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  I. Have We Met?

  stalker x muse
  psychological thriller dark

  She meets the man of her dreams while speed dating at a local bar. He's everything she has ever wanted. Likes all the same things. Looks like her celebrity crush, even. She jokes it's like he knows her already. He smiles and suggests they go somewhere more private...
  
  
  
  

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[Cinderhella]

ground control

writing sample

Watching Proteus both through the goggles, and alongside the screen they shared, Josie learned that the bullet was the most significant item in the box. Curious and curiouser did the mystery become as she watched him scan through the relics.

The wallet, once an old world necessity for identification and financial power, no longer had a purpose in the new world. No one collected cards anymore. No one cared who you were. Money, credit, memberships, were all systems of the past. His past, but nonetheless, passed. Josephine had tried to figure out what some of the cards were for, but came up empty handed. Most of them appeared to be for someone else, or even more confusing - erased - as if their self-destruction was inevitable. Protocol, even. Josephine concluded that he, or someone, did not want the information to be known. What was he hiding? Or who?

“I was hoping you carried one of those cards that says who you are and where you’re from, but you only had these ID’s of people who …. Didn’t look like you. Err, the you before before I had to, you know.”

The ring, branded with it’s unfamiliar crest, suggested loyalty or allegiance to a group Josephine could not place in her research. Not military. Not government. Not any old world agency, system or otherwise that she could find. She was hoping his memory would flicker across the screen, but nothing sparked aside from the one hand she couldn’t get right. His left, as it were. That was also the hand she found the ring on.

“I’m going to fix your hand as soon as I can. I promise.”

The money, as recognizable as it was, raised more questions than answers. Even Josie knew a buck twenty-five wasn’t buying you shit in the old world. Certainly not enough to put gas in the car he drove. A Volkswagen, according to his identification on her screen. Hmm. Josie’s memory this time flickered.

There was one in the scrapyard not far from where she found his body.

“I was hoping you weren’t going to ask me that…” the green haired woman shifted somewhat uncomfortably on the floor, legs to chest and resting her chin upon her knees. She watched him watching her through the screen, and was comforted by the fact that UNKNOWN LIFE FORM was now replaced by ‘Josie’.

“I… I don’t know who you are.” She answered honestly, brow furrowing with her own disappointment. Maybe even a bit of defeat, too. Josie hated not knowing things. She wished she could tell him everything he wanted to know. Old world or new world. Him or her. The only answer she had for now was who he was to her. “So I called you Proteus, because...”

The screen they shared pulled up a page about a Greek God known for his ability to change shape.

“I wish I could tell you more about yourself, but I only know how to build robots and find things. I want to help you, and I think I can. There is a Volkswagen in the scrapyard that might have been yours. Do you want to see if we can find it? Maybe the fob still works.”

 

[Cinderhella]

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[Nickyarx]

I would love to do the Persephone x Hades plot I love that idea!