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Disclaimer - this isn't a fandom roleplay, it's just inspired by Halsin and the world he lives in. I want to make original characters in an original world.
Hi there,
I'm Elm, and I've been writing for over a decade. I'll be quick summing myself up, but I've worked on my writing quite a bit to get it to a level of quality I really enjoy. I go for both quality and quantity and I'm hoping for a partner that has a similar writing style to myself. I write third person/past tense. 500 words is usually my minimum but depending on the scene it can vary quite a bit. I like solid writing but I'm not a stickler for perfect grammar and typos don't bother me. Gods know I make mistakes. As long as your writing isn't riddled with them and you've put good effort in, then I'm happy! I really just need a partner that pushes the story forward because I will definitely be pushing us in the direction we decide on together, I just don't want to be the only one moving the story along.
Expectations of you and myself/ Preferences
So, I have a specific craving without a specific story in mind. I'm sure you have heard of Baulder's Gate, even if you might not have played it. In that game is a druid named Halsin, a bear of a man. I really want to write a story with this dynamic:
Bear of a man with a small lithe partner
So where he is 6'8", three hundred pounds of muscle and some 'dad bod', an absolute bear. He's kind and caring, gentle, thoughtful/insightful on other's emotions, but strong and able to fight when necessary. Where as his partner might be more like a cat or a fox. Nimble, lithe, maybe a bit prickly (Not an asshole, just sort of standoffish and nervous around people, untrusting) haha I'm really craving this dynamic where their relationship is really tender and soft, despite the dire situation they might find themselves in. I don't have a specific story line in mind, but I imagine them meeting by chance. They both have a goal/pressure pushing them in the same direction. The bear is more welcoming and open where the fox is more stand offish and untrusting. But they travel together and slowly grow closer. To expand on the original idea:
Bear of a man, gentle and thoughtful/insightful. Fox of a woman, stand offish and very much the type to keep things to herself, hide her pain, hide her worries, untrusting like an animal thats been kicked too many times by people
I did start this story idea with someone else but it fell through, I'll add my intro here as my writing sample. I made his name Elm before I changed my name here on the site, this isn't a self insert, I promise! Haha
If you're interested, send me a message and we can plot together! It's a skeleton of a story idea but I wanted to write this and get my craving out there! Please just send me a bit of an intro so I know who you are!
This is the photo that inspired this story idea. It's by TenderMiasma and it's MxM but I thought the inspiration could work for a MxF story too. Her artwork is always so sweet, but also look at his massive hands! He's HUGE!
Disclaimer - this isn't a fandom roleplay, it's just inspired by Halsin and the world he lives in. I want to make original characters in an original world.
Hi there,
I'm Elm, and I've been writing for over a decade. I'll be quick summing myself up, but I've worked on my writing quite a bit to get it to a level of quality I really enjoy. I go for both quality and quantity and I'm hoping for a partner that has a similar writing style to myself. I write third person/past tense. 500 words is usually my minimum but depending on the scene it can vary quite a bit. I like solid writing but I'm not a stickler for perfect grammar and typos don't bother me. Gods know I make mistakes. As long as your writing isn't riddled with them and you've put good effort in, then I'm happy! I really just need a partner that pushes the story forward because I will definitely be pushing us in the direction we decide on together, I just don't want to be the only one moving the story along.
Expectations of you and myself/ Preferences
- 500 word minimum
- Third person/past tense
- Communication (For both plotting and just general communication about wait times between posts)
- Posts like once a week, more if possible of course, but this is a hobby and it should be fun. No pressure. Just let me know so I'm not constantly checking for updates.
- 18+ themes like sex, drugs, violence, ect... I like detailed writing so things will get nitty gritty.
- A solid story that also includes smut where it fits. I don't have a preferred ratio but I'm big on sexual tension and slow burns that sometimes erupt suddenly.
- I'll be playing the Male character in this story
- The main trope in this will be size difference
So, I have a specific craving without a specific story in mind. I'm sure you have heard of Baulder's Gate, even if you might not have played it. In that game is a druid named Halsin, a bear of a man. I really want to write a story with this dynamic:
Bear of a man with a small lithe partner
So where he is 6'8", three hundred pounds of muscle and some 'dad bod', an absolute bear. He's kind and caring, gentle, thoughtful/insightful on other's emotions, but strong and able to fight when necessary. Where as his partner might be more like a cat or a fox. Nimble, lithe, maybe a bit prickly (Not an asshole, just sort of standoffish and nervous around people, untrusting) haha I'm really craving this dynamic where their relationship is really tender and soft, despite the dire situation they might find themselves in. I don't have a specific story line in mind, but I imagine them meeting by chance. They both have a goal/pressure pushing them in the same direction. The bear is more welcoming and open where the fox is more stand offish and untrusting. But they travel together and slowly grow closer. To expand on the original idea:
Bear of a man, gentle and thoughtful/insightful. Fox of a woman, stand offish and very much the type to keep things to herself, hide her pain, hide her worries, untrusting like an animal thats been kicked too many times by people
I did start this story idea with someone else but it fell through, I'll add my intro here as my writing sample. I made his name Elm before I changed my name here on the site, this isn't a self insert, I promise! Haha
It was another sunny day in another small town he couldn't remember the name of. People rushed around the little market. Some carried baskets of different produce, bread, and bags of spices. Others stood at stalls haggling and exchanging coins. Spring was stretching into summer, a welcome change. The rainy season had been a heavy one and people seemed eager to be outside in the warmth. The days of wet wool cloaks and muddy boots would hopefully lessen from there on out. Eyes naturally lingered on him as people passed. He was used to it though. Elm stood at a table, speaking to its owner who had to crane her head back to look up at him, even from across the stall. He towered over the crowd, his wide shoulders dwarfing any man that stood near him. He was a giant of a man, which always drew attention, in crowded places especially. "Thank you" His voice was low and smooth as the shop keeper smiled up at him. While people behind him looked at him with apprehension, the woman he'd been speaking to seemed more than happy to talk to him. That was how it usually went. People were unnerved by him until they actually spoke to him.
"No, no! Thank you! Are you sure one loaf is enough?" She questioned quickly, clutching a small bottle in her hands. Elm just nodded, offering her a closed lip smile that warmed his expression that much more. "Of course, take care" He nodded his head to her, lowering his eyes to offer a smile to the small, yellowish, child that shyly peeked at him from behind the stall. With those parting words, he didn't linger. Elm turned, slowly making his way through the crowd. He'd made a trade, like he often did. Of course, a loaf of bread for a bottle of medicine didn't equal out. But, a lone woman with a sick child far out weighed his need for gold. He was rich after all... rich with knowledge at least. One look at the unnaturally yellow child told him everything. Her liver wasn't functioning well, but the cause came quickly once he started asking questions. An infection seemed to be at its core. Her Mother was quick to tell him she had no money, of course. She looked at him with some disdain. He probably wasn't the first 'healer' she had dealt with. It made him sick how quick people were to take advantage of others. To put their boots on someone else's head just to climb a little higher. He wouldn't keep his knowledge to himself, or his help, simply because people couldn't hand him a bag of gold for it.
Elm breathed a little easier as he reached the edge of the crowd, continuing on along the road that lead out of town. He felt like a rich man, truly. He'd spent the night in a soft bed, had food to fill his stomach, and now the sun was shining on his face. He wished every day could be so peaceful, so calm. He was a wanderer with no real destination in mind. He had no home to return to, so he travelled. A heavy bag hung from his shoulders, full of different bottles, jars, herbs, and supplies for camp. He often found himself sleeping under the stars between towns, which was sometimes lovely, and other times it was damp and cold. He was once again glad that the rainy season was coming to an end. It was warm enough that he had his cloak rolled and fastened to his bag, opting instead for a plain green tunic and brown breeches. A thick leather belt was fastened around his hips, housing a long sword and a handful of pouches. He wore a leather vest that acted as a small bit of protection, but he didn't often find himself in fights. He wore it mostly for when he ran into robbers and thugs. He wasn't an easy target, that much was obvious just by looking at him, so he didn't often run into trouble. People avoided him out on the roads, for the most part.
Renelm had been walking for most of the day, hours passed, and he was just beginning to think about stopping to enjoy that bread he'd gotten when a flash of colour caught his attention. A ways ahead, someone flashed across the road clad in green. He paused, brows drawing together in suspicion. Was it robbers? Setting up some sort of ambush? The person seemed to be running too fast though... too frantically. He hesitated to get closer, and for good reason. He'd been jumped before. He always came out on top, but if he could avoid fighting he would. Those thoughts vanished though as two move people crossed the road in a far less graceful display. Two lumbering men stumbling as they made chase. They disappeared down the edge of the road as well. Were they chasing that person? Something didn't feel right, he felt it twisting in his gut. He could have turned around, could have left and avoided trouble... but he didn't.
Elm found himself standing on the edge of the road, staring down at the scene before him with shock. Two men, attacking a woman. His bag was off his shoulders in an instant, his booted feet already moving forward to slide down the embankment. He couldn't see much of her below her cloak, but it was obvious she was hurt. The man holding her, twisting her arms painfully around the tree, noticed him first. The shock in his eyes when he saw Elm was not unwarranted.
"What in the hells are you doing?" His voice was as low as always, though lacking the usual warmth. His hand was already on the hilt of his blade when the first man turned to him. The dark eyed man with greased hair turned to look back at him, a scowl already forming on his face. His expression went from irritated to surprised though as he tipped his head back, lifting his eyes to look up at Renelm. There was a slightl pause as the thug's lips opened and closed, his shock palpable. "N-None of your business. Move along." He answered, trying and failing to appear calm. "Actually, it is my business. Let her go." He commanded. The man holding her seemed frozen in place, the fear more obvious on his expression than the first's. "We don't have time for this crap" The man muttered as he turned to face Elm completely. Elm appeared even larger though, still standing slightly up on the steep angle of the ditch. He watched as the man reached for the blade at his hip before moving. In one, swift, anticlimactic move, his foot lifted from the ground. His boot found the man's face before the thug could even draw his sword. There was a sickening crack, fallowed by a garbled grunt, before the grease haired man fell to the ground. Knocked out. His nose was bent unnaturally and pouring blood, eyes rolled back.
The blue eyed man watched on, too shocked to move or speak. He was larger than his partner who now laid on the ground, but that didn't mean he was brave. Elm's eyes shifted from the mess of a man on the ground to the last thug. The air around him was calm, which was normally a comfort to people... but right then it was frightening just how calm he was... it was almost menacing. "You think it's okay to gang up on a woman?" Renelm questioned as he stepped down the small hill, stepping over his first opponent easily. The blue eyed man finally released her arms, Elm's advance towards him finally seeming to unfreeze him. The man's lips parted, as if to speak, as if to somehow justify this situation. He looked afraid, as he should. Elm was upon him in less than three steps. His large hands tightened into fists, arms bending and tucking into his sides like a man who had used his fists a fair number of times. Because he had. With a firm upwards swing, he struck the man with an uppercut. His fist slammed into the thug's chin with a loud bang and grunt. The man's feet practically lifted right from the ground from the hit, sending him falling back like a sack of potatoes. He hit the ground, hard, unmoving.
In what seemed like an instant, the men were both knocked out, and the forest was calm once more. Elm stepped back from the man, moving back to the woman. "Are you alright?" He shifted in front of her where she still leaned against the tree. He was quick to lower himself down before her, his knees finding the earth so he could look up at her under her hood. Even on his knees though he was still quite tall, the top of his head still at the height of her chest. It was her red hair that caught his attention first, like hidden embers under the moss fabric she wore. Her lip was split, jaw bruised, and yet... she was still quite beautiful. He cringed though, his furrowed brow shifting from anger to concern. "Are you hurt anywhere else? I can help, I have supplies." He offered. "We should get away from here first though, can you walk?" If not, he would carry her. He'd hit these guys pretty hard, hard enough that they'd be out for a while, but he didn't want to stick around to wait for them to come to.
"No, no! Thank you! Are you sure one loaf is enough?" She questioned quickly, clutching a small bottle in her hands. Elm just nodded, offering her a closed lip smile that warmed his expression that much more. "Of course, take care" He nodded his head to her, lowering his eyes to offer a smile to the small, yellowish, child that shyly peeked at him from behind the stall. With those parting words, he didn't linger. Elm turned, slowly making his way through the crowd. He'd made a trade, like he often did. Of course, a loaf of bread for a bottle of medicine didn't equal out. But, a lone woman with a sick child far out weighed his need for gold. He was rich after all... rich with knowledge at least. One look at the unnaturally yellow child told him everything. Her liver wasn't functioning well, but the cause came quickly once he started asking questions. An infection seemed to be at its core. Her Mother was quick to tell him she had no money, of course. She looked at him with some disdain. He probably wasn't the first 'healer' she had dealt with. It made him sick how quick people were to take advantage of others. To put their boots on someone else's head just to climb a little higher. He wouldn't keep his knowledge to himself, or his help, simply because people couldn't hand him a bag of gold for it.
Elm breathed a little easier as he reached the edge of the crowd, continuing on along the road that lead out of town. He felt like a rich man, truly. He'd spent the night in a soft bed, had food to fill his stomach, and now the sun was shining on his face. He wished every day could be so peaceful, so calm. He was a wanderer with no real destination in mind. He had no home to return to, so he travelled. A heavy bag hung from his shoulders, full of different bottles, jars, herbs, and supplies for camp. He often found himself sleeping under the stars between towns, which was sometimes lovely, and other times it was damp and cold. He was once again glad that the rainy season was coming to an end. It was warm enough that he had his cloak rolled and fastened to his bag, opting instead for a plain green tunic and brown breeches. A thick leather belt was fastened around his hips, housing a long sword and a handful of pouches. He wore a leather vest that acted as a small bit of protection, but he didn't often find himself in fights. He wore it mostly for when he ran into robbers and thugs. He wasn't an easy target, that much was obvious just by looking at him, so he didn't often run into trouble. People avoided him out on the roads, for the most part.
Renelm had been walking for most of the day, hours passed, and he was just beginning to think about stopping to enjoy that bread he'd gotten when a flash of colour caught his attention. A ways ahead, someone flashed across the road clad in green. He paused, brows drawing together in suspicion. Was it robbers? Setting up some sort of ambush? The person seemed to be running too fast though... too frantically. He hesitated to get closer, and for good reason. He'd been jumped before. He always came out on top, but if he could avoid fighting he would. Those thoughts vanished though as two move people crossed the road in a far less graceful display. Two lumbering men stumbling as they made chase. They disappeared down the edge of the road as well. Were they chasing that person? Something didn't feel right, he felt it twisting in his gut. He could have turned around, could have left and avoided trouble... but he didn't.
Elm found himself standing on the edge of the road, staring down at the scene before him with shock. Two men, attacking a woman. His bag was off his shoulders in an instant, his booted feet already moving forward to slide down the embankment. He couldn't see much of her below her cloak, but it was obvious she was hurt. The man holding her, twisting her arms painfully around the tree, noticed him first. The shock in his eyes when he saw Elm was not unwarranted.
"What in the hells are you doing?" His voice was as low as always, though lacking the usual warmth. His hand was already on the hilt of his blade when the first man turned to him. The dark eyed man with greased hair turned to look back at him, a scowl already forming on his face. His expression went from irritated to surprised though as he tipped his head back, lifting his eyes to look up at Renelm. There was a slightl pause as the thug's lips opened and closed, his shock palpable. "N-None of your business. Move along." He answered, trying and failing to appear calm. "Actually, it is my business. Let her go." He commanded. The man holding her seemed frozen in place, the fear more obvious on his expression than the first's. "We don't have time for this crap" The man muttered as he turned to face Elm completely. Elm appeared even larger though, still standing slightly up on the steep angle of the ditch. He watched as the man reached for the blade at his hip before moving. In one, swift, anticlimactic move, his foot lifted from the ground. His boot found the man's face before the thug could even draw his sword. There was a sickening crack, fallowed by a garbled grunt, before the grease haired man fell to the ground. Knocked out. His nose was bent unnaturally and pouring blood, eyes rolled back.
The blue eyed man watched on, too shocked to move or speak. He was larger than his partner who now laid on the ground, but that didn't mean he was brave. Elm's eyes shifted from the mess of a man on the ground to the last thug. The air around him was calm, which was normally a comfort to people... but right then it was frightening just how calm he was... it was almost menacing. "You think it's okay to gang up on a woman?" Renelm questioned as he stepped down the small hill, stepping over his first opponent easily. The blue eyed man finally released her arms, Elm's advance towards him finally seeming to unfreeze him. The man's lips parted, as if to speak, as if to somehow justify this situation. He looked afraid, as he should. Elm was upon him in less than three steps. His large hands tightened into fists, arms bending and tucking into his sides like a man who had used his fists a fair number of times. Because he had. With a firm upwards swing, he struck the man with an uppercut. His fist slammed into the thug's chin with a loud bang and grunt. The man's feet practically lifted right from the ground from the hit, sending him falling back like a sack of potatoes. He hit the ground, hard, unmoving.
In what seemed like an instant, the men were both knocked out, and the forest was calm once more. Elm stepped back from the man, moving back to the woman. "Are you alright?" He shifted in front of her where she still leaned against the tree. He was quick to lower himself down before her, his knees finding the earth so he could look up at her under her hood. Even on his knees though he was still quite tall, the top of his head still at the height of her chest. It was her red hair that caught his attention first, like hidden embers under the moss fabric she wore. Her lip was split, jaw bruised, and yet... she was still quite beautiful. He cringed though, his furrowed brow shifting from anger to concern. "Are you hurt anywhere else? I can help, I have supplies." He offered. "We should get away from here first though, can you walk?" If not, he would carry her. He'd hit these guys pretty hard, hard enough that they'd be out for a while, but he didn't want to stick around to wait for them to come to.
If you're interested, send me a message and we can plot together! It's a skeleton of a story idea but I wanted to write this and get my craving out there! Please just send me a bit of an intro so I know who you are!
This is the photo that inspired this story idea. It's by TenderMiasma and it's MxM but I thought the inspiration could work for a MxF story too. Her artwork is always so sweet, but also look at his massive hands! He's HUGE!
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