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Greeting and welcome to my request thread!
A little about myself: I have done collaborative stories on and off over the past several years. I am super friendly, its true, and enjoy the process of world building with as much enthusiasm as I do actually writing in that world.
Current mood: Looking for stories that tend towards the dark and smutty.
Now, finally, what am I looking for? Here are some genres I love:
Post Apocalyptic
Science Fiction
Dark Fantasy
Cosmic Horror
Romance
Anything Inuyasha
Pairings that interest me:
Bodyguard x Spoiled Brat Assignment
Vampire x Vampire (closed)
Dark Elf x Subordinate/Victim
Blackmailer x Victim
Dom x Submissive (Smut Heavy)
Neighbor x Neighbor (slice of life/romance)
Sorcerer x Demoness
Kemonomimi x Owner/Potential Owner
A little more detail on some plot ideas and themes.
* Wasteland Apocalypse: Adventures in a world roughly 200 or so years after a nuclear apocalypse (think Fallout video games here). I have an established character in this environment that I hope to continue to develop. I would like to develop the plot with my partner. This world has been established in large degree through prior role plays; please contact me about details if interested. Extreme dystopian world.
* Evil Princess: An outcast from a medieval village saves a young lady from attack by orks. Except she was not being attacked, those were her orks. She is the daughter of the infamously powerful dark lord of the north, and now she wants to take her gallant "savior" home as a pet.
* Dark Fantasy: I would like to develop and adventure in a world of dark fantasy. Plot specifics can be hammered out together.
* Dark SciFi: I would like to develop and adventure in a world of dark science fiction. Plot specifics can be hammered out.
* Cosmic Horror: A cosmic horror tale based on the ideas of H.P. Lovecraft would be fantastic, but I am open to other ideas.
* Romance: I would be very interested in a Victorian era romance or something similar.
* Blackmail: Blackmailer has the dirt, and now wants to make the other character jump through all the hoops. What are they playing at? Is there a way out?
* Bad Sorceress: A beautiful sorceress assists a kind yet senile king in managing his foreign affairs. Can she keep the kingdom's enemies at bay with her magic and seduction?
Please PM me rather than responding here and we can discuss any of these plot points that interest you.
A little about myself: I have done collaborative stories on and off over the past several years. I am super friendly, its true, and enjoy the process of world building with as much enthusiasm as I do actually writing in that world.
Current mood: Looking for stories that tend towards the dark and smutty.
- A typical response from me is 2 to 3 paragraphs and I try to be descriptive. I love descriptive! Context changes response size of course, but also the more you give me to work with the more I reciprocate. No one liners!
- My and my family life is unpredictable. I strive hard for 1 to 3 posts a week, and I need something similar in a partner. Sometimes things happen, and that is no problem, but please drop me a PM if you will not be able to respond longer than a day or two.
- Third person only please. I do want my partner to do their best at proper grammar and punctuation. Don't worry, I am far from perfect! Please be literate however.
- No Mary Sue characters please. In fact the more flaws the better because I love character development.
- Please be an active partner in the story. Collaborate with me, world build with me, plot with me, scheme with me! If I feel a character is just along for the ride I will get bored. OOC is important
- I do like OOC discussion to help plot, plan and to keep each other apprised of what each of us is trying to do. Coordination is very important.
- I know life gets in the way, but please try to either respond once a week, or at least make contact. If I do not hear from you after that I will assume you are no longer interested in the RP.
Please do not respond to this thread. DM me or I will not know that you are interested. Thank you
"Greystone Security is begging to pick you up Max," he said while tossing the paper filled manila folder on top of the dark mahogany desk. Max glanced from his friend to the folder, but his mind lingered on the desk. He and Jim had served in the army together for a single tour, but had become fast friends. After getting out Jim had gone on to finish his law degree, and now was a partner in a prestigious New York law firm while Max had continued in his special forces training. Max suspected that the mahogany desk was worth more than he currently made in an entire year. Yet despite his status Jim never gave up on their friendship, and had moved heaven and earth to help Max after his wife left him.
"I don't want to work for Greystone," Max replied coolly, refusing to meet his friend's eyes. Jim was going out on a limb to help him, this he knew, but Max could feel his guts clench at the mere thought of throwing in with Greystone. Jim's exasperation boiled over and he threw his hands up in the air as he turned his back to Max. "Just listen Jim!" Max hissed, "Everyone knows what they do, the type of ops they run out of Chechnya, Somalia, and Afghanistan. I don't want to be a part of that!"
Jim shook his head slowly as a hiss pushed through his clenched teeth. Strolling back to his desk Jim sat heavily in the beautiful leather chair, it's high back framing him as though he were a king. After an intense stare at Max he waved his hand abstractly around his corner office. "So, do you think I got all this by being a boy scout? Do you think I only represented the innocent and sniffed out the truly guilty to be able to afford this office, my mansion and my yacht?" Jim's condescending attitude rankled Max, but he stoically took the verbal beating. "The world is a dirty place Max, you know this. Hell, you know this better than anybody!"
Jim slid one of the beautiful drawers open on the lavish desk and took out a bottle of bourbon to pour Max a drink. Sliding the shot over to Max Jim frowned, his deeply furrowed brow crumpling in tragedy. "The people Greystone employs do some things, ya, I get it. But the things they do are gonna get done either by you or by somebody else. Your skill set Max, my god, you would be perfect. The money you'd make from your base salary alone will take care of your problems soon enough. Pick up a few black ops assignments and you'll be out of debt in no time. You could be living like a king in just a few years."
Max scowled just before tossing back the shot of whiskey Jim pushed his way. "I'm not a fucking merc, Jim!"
"Oh grow up for fuck's sake!" Jim boomed at his friend, spittle flying from his mouth as he slammed his fist on the desk. Leaning across the desk Jim hammered his finger into the dark, expensive wood in front of Max, his voice now low and vicious. "Your ex got you in a shit ton of debt Max, do you understand that? The banks that her and her fuck buddy screwed over with their half legal schemes are not going to let this go. They are rip your ass apart in court, and they have enough pull with circuit court judges that bankruptcy will not save you. Do you hear me Max? Bankruptcy will not save you!" Jim leaned back again in his chair taking a deep breath before refilling their glasses. "Those banks don't give a shit about your military record and your goddamned medals, but they do give a shit about making an example out of you. They are going to take everything you got, and everything you're ever gonna have. You got nothing right now, and they are gonna make sure you have nothing for the rest of your life until they are paid back, with interest!"
Max scrunched his eyes tightly shut, his calloused hands pressing against his temples. His heart pounded in his chest as a cold sweat broke out across his back. A phantom vice gripped his chest, and for a moment he wondered if he was having a heart attack. "Jim, I can't...I just can't be a merc. Please, is there anything else? Any other jobs, just something to cover my bills so I don't get farther behind."
Jim stared at Max like a father staring at a naive son. After a long moment he sipped the strong smooth bourbon he had poured both of them, leaned back to grab another stack of papers and tossed them haphazardly at Max. "How about a fucking babysitting job," Jim laughed sardonically, his head shaking slowly. "A prima donna celebrity needs watching, mainly from herself it sounds like. Her frantic manager desperately needs someone to keep an eye on her so she doesn't do something stupid. Too young, too much fame, and too much money. You get it."
Max glanced at the stack of papers. Pangs of loss began twinging in his gut as he realized this would be the last time Greystone would ever offer him a job if he turned this one down. He could simply not bring himself to accept it, and he hated that decision. "The pay is alright?"
"The pay would be fucking great if you didn't have 3 international banks targeting you," came Jim's sarcastic response. "But after they get their monthly payments there might be enough left over to buy yourself a goddamned cheeseburger."
Max sighed and picked up the paperwork.
"I don't want to work for Greystone," Max replied coolly, refusing to meet his friend's eyes. Jim was going out on a limb to help him, this he knew, but Max could feel his guts clench at the mere thought of throwing in with Greystone. Jim's exasperation boiled over and he threw his hands up in the air as he turned his back to Max. "Just listen Jim!" Max hissed, "Everyone knows what they do, the type of ops they run out of Chechnya, Somalia, and Afghanistan. I don't want to be a part of that!"
Jim shook his head slowly as a hiss pushed through his clenched teeth. Strolling back to his desk Jim sat heavily in the beautiful leather chair, it's high back framing him as though he were a king. After an intense stare at Max he waved his hand abstractly around his corner office. "So, do you think I got all this by being a boy scout? Do you think I only represented the innocent and sniffed out the truly guilty to be able to afford this office, my mansion and my yacht?" Jim's condescending attitude rankled Max, but he stoically took the verbal beating. "The world is a dirty place Max, you know this. Hell, you know this better than anybody!"
Jim slid one of the beautiful drawers open on the lavish desk and took out a bottle of bourbon to pour Max a drink. Sliding the shot over to Max Jim frowned, his deeply furrowed brow crumpling in tragedy. "The people Greystone employs do some things, ya, I get it. But the things they do are gonna get done either by you or by somebody else. Your skill set Max, my god, you would be perfect. The money you'd make from your base salary alone will take care of your problems soon enough. Pick up a few black ops assignments and you'll be out of debt in no time. You could be living like a king in just a few years."
Max scowled just before tossing back the shot of whiskey Jim pushed his way. "I'm not a fucking merc, Jim!"
"Oh grow up for fuck's sake!" Jim boomed at his friend, spittle flying from his mouth as he slammed his fist on the desk. Leaning across the desk Jim hammered his finger into the dark, expensive wood in front of Max, his voice now low and vicious. "Your ex got you in a shit ton of debt Max, do you understand that? The banks that her and her fuck buddy screwed over with their half legal schemes are not going to let this go. They are rip your ass apart in court, and they have enough pull with circuit court judges that bankruptcy will not save you. Do you hear me Max? Bankruptcy will not save you!" Jim leaned back again in his chair taking a deep breath before refilling their glasses. "Those banks don't give a shit about your military record and your goddamned medals, but they do give a shit about making an example out of you. They are going to take everything you got, and everything you're ever gonna have. You got nothing right now, and they are gonna make sure you have nothing for the rest of your life until they are paid back, with interest!"
Max scrunched his eyes tightly shut, his calloused hands pressing against his temples. His heart pounded in his chest as a cold sweat broke out across his back. A phantom vice gripped his chest, and for a moment he wondered if he was having a heart attack. "Jim, I can't...I just can't be a merc. Please, is there anything else? Any other jobs, just something to cover my bills so I don't get farther behind."
Jim stared at Max like a father staring at a naive son. After a long moment he sipped the strong smooth bourbon he had poured both of them, leaned back to grab another stack of papers and tossed them haphazardly at Max. "How about a fucking babysitting job," Jim laughed sardonically, his head shaking slowly. "A prima donna celebrity needs watching, mainly from herself it sounds like. Her frantic manager desperately needs someone to keep an eye on her so she doesn't do something stupid. Too young, too much fame, and too much money. You get it."
Max glanced at the stack of papers. Pangs of loss began twinging in his gut as he realized this would be the last time Greystone would ever offer him a job if he turned this one down. He could simply not bring himself to accept it, and he hated that decision. "The pay is alright?"
"The pay would be fucking great if you didn't have 3 international banks targeting you," came Jim's sarcastic response. "But after they get their monthly payments there might be enough left over to buy yourself a goddamned cheeseburger."
Max sighed and picked up the paperwork.
Now, finally, what am I looking for? Here are some genres I love:
Post Apocalyptic
Science Fiction
Dark Fantasy
Cosmic Horror
Romance
Anything Inuyasha
Pairings that interest me:
Bodyguard x Spoiled Brat Assignment
Dark Elf x Subordinate/Victim
Blackmailer x Victim
Dom x Submissive (Smut Heavy)
Neighbor x Neighbor (slice of life/romance)
Sorcerer x Demoness
Kemonomimi x Owner/Potential Owner
A little more detail on some plot ideas and themes.
* Wasteland Apocalypse: Adventures in a world roughly 200 or so years after a nuclear apocalypse (think Fallout video games here). I have an established character in this environment that I hope to continue to develop. I would like to develop the plot with my partner. This world has been established in large degree through prior role plays; please contact me about details if interested. Extreme dystopian world.
* Evil Princess: An outcast from a medieval village saves a young lady from attack by orks. Except she was not being attacked, those were her orks. She is the daughter of the infamously powerful dark lord of the north, and now she wants to take her gallant "savior" home as a pet.
* Dark Fantasy: I would like to develop and adventure in a world of dark fantasy. Plot specifics can be hammered out together.
* Dark SciFi: I would like to develop and adventure in a world of dark science fiction. Plot specifics can be hammered out.
* Cosmic Horror: A cosmic horror tale based on the ideas of H.P. Lovecraft would be fantastic, but I am open to other ideas.
* Romance: I would be very interested in a Victorian era romance or something similar.
* Blackmail: Blackmailer has the dirt, and now wants to make the other character jump through all the hoops. What are they playing at? Is there a way out?
* Bad Sorceress: A beautiful sorceress assists a kind yet senile king in managing his foreign affairs. Can she keep the kingdom's enemies at bay with her magic and seduction?
Please PM me rather than responding here and we can discuss any of these plot points that interest you.
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