teddybear
Dreamer of Dreams
Good morning, sunshine!
I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Kirby; I'm a writer with a long history of collaboration, and I'm so very eager to plot with you. Within this thread, you will find various plot ideas I have in mind for MxM dynamics and MxF dynamics. I'm fairly flexible with either.
Please note: any 'straight' dynamic will likely not be so by the time I'm through crafting a character, because I lean towards bisexual characters and trans characters often. If that isn't for you, feel free to work with someone else!
Please note: any 'straight' dynamic will likely not be so by the time I'm through crafting a character, because I lean towards bisexual characters and trans characters often. If that isn't for you, feel free to work with someone else!
Currently, I work for my university and plan on getting more advanced degrees in the future. I have a background in art history as well as information science. Which, I know seems weird, but is less weird when you understand I hope to be a librarian or an archivist one day. I'm an artist myself but a writer and appreciator of art first. My favorite genres include slice of life and historical fiction, but I can adapt to a lot of different things. Fantasy not based on an established property can be tricky for me to wrap my head around. I used to be obnoxiously into cinema, but now am much more likely to be obsessed with some HBO Max drama. Send me your recommendations on what I should watch next!
β© Schedule: I work, I have school, I have a life, as do we all -- My goal is to reply to our thread at least 3-4 times a week. You can always message me OOC via DM or via Discord if we end up sharing contact information. That being said, I can only commit to a few threads at a time, so if you message me and I turn you down, please know it likely isn't personal. I'm also disabled and even creative endeavors take effort for me some days. They're a labor of love, and I can't force myself to do too much all at once without burning out.
β© Style: I'm flexible, though I generally prefer 2-3 paragraphs for the sake of momentum, in the 300-600 word ballpark. I can only take on one larger commitment thread with 1k word long replies, beyond starters and establishing new scenes, at a time. More than one at that pace, I tend to burn out and feel a little bit like an over-wrung sponge. [Quality > Quantity every time, in my opinion.]
Exceptions can always be made, in my book. If snappy dialog is better served without a paragraph between each character speaking, single paragraph replies will totally do it for me. As long as you're creative and let me know what you're thinking ahead of time so that I'm not doing too much while you plan on being particularly pithy. Communication is key!
I have a Trello in my signature where you can see what I'm up to in real-time!
β© Smut: Negotiable! My ideal ratio is 70-30, plot-heavy. My main boundaries are: I really prefer characters get to know each other before 'getting to know each other', and I won't do infidelity/one-night-stand plot lines. If you're curious about content/specific things you'd want the characters to do, just ask!
Exceptions can always be made, in my book. If snappy dialog is better served without a paragraph between each character speaking, single paragraph replies will totally do it for me. As long as you're creative and let me know what you're thinking ahead of time so that I'm not doing too much while you plan on being particularly pithy. Communication is key!
I have a Trello in my signature where you can see what I'm up to in real-time!
β© Smut: Negotiable! My ideal ratio is 70-30, plot-heavy. My main boundaries are: I really prefer characters get to know each other before 'getting to know each other', and I won't do infidelity/one-night-stand plot lines. If you're curious about content/specific things you'd want the characters to do, just ask!
- 3rd person, present tense is preferred but not a deal-breaker. I can conform to a lot.
- I have to feel comfortable with you before jumping into steamy stuff and I'd prefer you ask permission if you're planning on a character getting more forward. Also, if that's not something I'm comfortable with, I need you to please be accepting if my character rebuffs these advances, or we compromise around the scene somehow.
- Site rules all still apply even outside the forum; I'm not going to write stories centered around dubious ages or age differences just because we exchange Discords.
- Contribute to story momentum. Try and end on something for me to have a character react or respond to; that's genuinely so helpful. If I'm pulling a lot of the narrative along, I'm going to let you know I need to drop the thread.
- Rules are subject to change.
Some basic character dynamics I'd like to explore will be listed first! Gender is up to writer preference; though I have been craving MxM more than usual lately. I will likely be playing a masculine role. I'll underline the role I'd hope to play if you don't have a strong preference.
β© Arranged Marriage Between 'Opposites' (For royalty reasons, for capital gain reasons, for cultural reasons, whatever!)
β© Merman x Castaway
β© Camp Counselor x Camp Counselor
β© Outlaw x Law Officer
β© Whatever the hell Howl and Sophie had going on
β© Detective x Detective's Assistant
β© Eccentric Boss x Faithful Secretary
β© Just the entire trope of someone fabulously wealthy sweeping someone with a more modest background off their feet for literally any reason.
β© Anything set in Ancient Greece
At first, he'd tried to reason with them. That, if he just had time to compose himself, he'd find a way to break through that numbness, they'd see. But they don't return his discourse, one plying him with wine, another cleaning his wound of the blood sticking to his skin, and another pushing his shoulders down to the table so that he could see no more.
His breathing quickens to hyperventilation as he's certain of what they are about to do, and again he makes these empty promises, clawing and biting at the men only trying to help him. He would die on this table if they cut into him, the frightened animal inside his skull convinces him.
They overwhelm him in the end. There is no otherworldly strength coursing through his veins under the surgeon's lamp. Hands force him flat, and they shove a thick strap of leather in his mouth that muffles his screams. More so for their focus than the morale of the men outside, still falling in droves.
And as each grain of sand tumbles down the hourglass, he wishes that the gods would have mercy and steal him into sleep. But sleep does not come. The pain contorts him and snaps his spine in alien directions to try and free him from this snare. He is awake when they saw through his bone. And he is awake when they burn him. And he is awake for the vinegar, which will save his life. And he is awake when he sees them leave with what used to be a part of himself that very morning.
When they are done with him, and he is still alive, he is drunk, and he is exhausted.
His breathing quickens to hyperventilation as he's certain of what they are about to do, and again he makes these empty promises, clawing and biting at the men only trying to help him. He would die on this table if they cut into him, the frightened animal inside his skull convinces him.
They overwhelm him in the end. There is no otherworldly strength coursing through his veins under the surgeon's lamp. Hands force him flat, and they shove a thick strap of leather in his mouth that muffles his screams. More so for their focus than the morale of the men outside, still falling in droves.
And as each grain of sand tumbles down the hourglass, he wishes that the gods would have mercy and steal him into sleep. But sleep does not come. The pain contorts him and snaps his spine in alien directions to try and free him from this snare. He is awake when they saw through his bone. And he is awake when they burn him. And he is awake for the vinegar, which will save his life. And he is awake when he sees them leave with what used to be a part of himself that very morning.
When they are done with him, and he is still alive, he is drunk, and he is exhausted.
Above, a small skylight vents most of the rising smoke from Polyphemus's burn pit, but even if they both managed to get a hook and rope, it'd be too easy for the giant to yank them back down into the flames⦠That's when she sees something genuinely gut-churning out the window. Gleaming wet in the sunlight, decomposing slaughtered lamb and goat bones sit in a wet, oozing ditch of quick lime; the very putrescence of those odds and ends, the flies and maggots don't dare touch or clean.
She can't allow her friend the same fate. Stepping out of her hiding place by the window, she stands at the center edge of the top boards and places her hands squarely at her hips.
"Polyphemus." She calls down, her voice echoing as she speaks from her chest. Her mother Athena has this uncanny ability to ring the ears without any volume. She hopes with sweating palms that this impression (practiced from a place of admiration), will do. "My uncle Poseidon's son and goodly shepherd⦠Is this the humble work you pledged yourself to all those years ago? Committing murder in the dark, gorging yourself on intelligent beings, surrounded by lustrous, fat sheep?"
She can't allow her friend the same fate. Stepping out of her hiding place by the window, she stands at the center edge of the top boards and places her hands squarely at her hips.
"Polyphemus." She calls down, her voice echoing as she speaks from her chest. Her mother Athena has this uncanny ability to ring the ears without any volume. She hopes with sweating palms that this impression (practiced from a place of admiration), will do. "My uncle Poseidon's son and goodly shepherd⦠Is this the humble work you pledged yourself to all those years ago? Committing murder in the dark, gorging yourself on intelligent beings, surrounded by lustrous, fat sheep?"
For all Chiron's sound wisdom and warnings, there was one with which Patroclus fundamentally disagreed. Nature was not harsh in his eyes. It seemed neutral, in many ways; for every time he sliced open his knee on a ragged stone, there was a juicy rabbit, hopping along at just the right moment to make their dinner a reinvigorating one. And he preferred the feeling of a hard day's work filling his belly to the simplicity of home. It kept things interesting.
Sometimes he'd poke at his arms, quietly astonished at his development. Other times he went to sleep straight after dinner, aching and pulsing in every limb.
The days grew colder. All day, not just the mornings, and it'd be best to stock up on smoked and salted meats now before the harshest days were upon them.
Patroclus finds himself a spot in the sun, letting it shine down on him as his hook plunks into the water with a fat earthworm for bait. He closes his eyes.
"He'll make us eat these, if we don't bring anything good home."
Sometimes he'd poke at his arms, quietly astonished at his development. Other times he went to sleep straight after dinner, aching and pulsing in every limb.
The days grew colder. All day, not just the mornings, and it'd be best to stock up on smoked and salted meats now before the harshest days were upon them.
Patroclus finds himself a spot in the sun, letting it shine down on him as his hook plunks into the water with a fat earthworm for bait. He closes his eyes.
"He'll make us eat these, if we don't bring anything good home."
Hope to hear from you soon! [Please DM to keep this thread clean.]
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