(A heads up, I have only recently come back to writing after a long hiatus, so I'm still easing back into it.)
I'm Nef and I've been writing for around ten years, probably more, on multiple sites. I typically write MxM (As the bottom) but I also do MxF(As the female). My stories are typically 30% sex and 70% plot, I enjoy a good story but sexual tension and romance is always fun to have mixed in there. I have high standards for a partner because I hold myself to high standards when writing. I write because I really love it, but I also love reading so I do expect a response that has some substance to it. I'll give you detail and push the story forward but I also try to write things my partner might not be expecting, I find those aspects fun to make and to read. I write all types of genres -supernatural, fantasy, slice of life, post-apocalyptic, romance, ect...- I enjoy writing a wide range of things. I also enjoy cyberpunk, so much that I created and entire world that is themed cyberpunk. I'll link it HERE so you can go check it out if you're into that type of setting. I've written some really good stories there and I'm always down for more. I swear I'm not as scary as I seem in this search, I'm just looking for serious/compatible partners. If after you read my entire search and it sounds like your jam than shoot me a message, I'm trying to keep this thread tidy but also I probably won't see it if you respond here. It'll also tell me you didn't bother reading my entire intro if you do. Thanks for those who did read it, hopefully I hear from you soon.
Me as a writer
- I write in third-person, past tense, and in multiple paragraphs
- 3+ replies a week. (I won't promise more, as my life can get quite busy (probably more though)).
- I prefer real life photos over animated or artwork for characters
- I like some OOC chat to plot and discuss the story
- Long post lengths, anywhere from 2-10+ depending on the story and the scene
- Heavy details, I'm a real sucker for details. Describe to me in detail how something has happened and you've got me hooked.
- I'm fine starting us off if you don't disappear on me, I put a ton of effort into my intros and their size can be intimidating(Or so I've been told) so just talk to me.
- Fallow the group rules
- Two paragraphs minimum. I loose interest very quickly if I'm not given enough to go off of and if it starts to feel like I'm the only one adding to the story I won't be able to continue.
- Third person/past tense
- Don't control my character unless we've spoken about it first
- Literate and puts effort/pride into your writing. Sometimes I'll write a post over an hour, I'll read it and re-read and edit it over and over to make sure it's good before sending it, so getting a sloppy/rushed return is always disappointing. As for literacy, I make mistakes too, but just try to keep it to a minimum and know basic grammar.
- Is okay with 18+ themes such as sex, drugs, alcohol, violence, blood, swearing, ect...
The badlands were the most hostile place on the planet, if the creatures didn't kill you then the lack of oxygen might, or the weather itself could easily take a life. On top of those threats were other humans, rebels, settlers, and raiders. The most dangerous and ruthless were the Raider's, they just attacked any settlement they came across and when a ship crashes in the distance they are quick to close in. They tear apart machines and humans. If you survive a crash you're a lucky bastard, but if you don't get out of there quick then your luck is worthless, you'll end up being a meal. When caught by raiders you can only hope they kill you quickly, but if they drag you back to their camp alive then don't expect an easy death. There were plenty of horror stories that floated around, especially by airship crews. To them the threat is too real, drifting into the wrong storm could send them plummeting to the ground, and then they'd really be facing that nightmare. But for some reason the men on board loved to tell these stories, as if sitting down at the end of the day with a drink and telling horror stories was a fun pass time.
Cal usually skipped those get togethers, as head engineer the men always wanted him to come but he just shrugged them off. He did the same last night after dinner, just slipping away before Dan had one too many and started hollering about Raiders and Rebels. It was funny to think a man who had never even felt the sand of the badlands under his feet had so many stories to tell. Cal had been down there once before, had experienced it's harshness. Sometimes he could still feel the searing pain in his right arm, 'phantom pains' as the doctors had said. He was younger back then, naive enough to think it must have been an accident because, surely, no humans would do something like that. No one with a conscience would shoot down a ship full of people... But over time it sunk in, and he knew it was true. He'd felt the jolt himself, seen the smoke, heard the vehicles flee the scene as the medics came from the city. When he was told the report, and it was confirmed that his father had been killed in the crash, he was devastated. At first he was sad, but then he got angry, so angry... he almost broke his knuckles punching the metals walls of his room back in Navaro, just trying to vent some of the anger so he could break down and be sad again. It took time, but he moved on. One thing that didn't leave him though was his distaste for Rebels. He didn't give a fuck what their cause was, but shooting down a civilian ship like that... it was disgusting. Or at least the report had said it was rebels, what reason would he have to question that?
It was mid-day, and the view from the upper decks was breathtaking. Whenever he had a spare moment he'd go up there to look down at the red sands below, watching the clouds roll by under the ship. The sunsets were amazing from up there, but as his radio crackled he realized he didn't have time to be sitting around. "Hey Princess, if you've got time to stare at clouds you've got time to fix the electrical alert of Level 0" Cal rolled his eyes at the familiar voice, the captain, John. He pivoted on his foot to turn, lifting a hand to flip off the only camera in the room, knowing he must be watching from there. "There, that's the spirit. You can sight see on your day off." Cal lifted his radio as he strolled towards the elevator. "Since when do I get a day off?" He asked with a smile. "You don't!" The man answered with a gruff laugh that made Cal's smile widen, a soft laugh leaving his lips. "This is slave labour, I swear" Cal answered as he pressed the button for the lift. "Oh, you'll get over it" "I guess I don't have a choice" He answered with another laugh. He hung his radio back on his work belt and stepped into the elevator. He pressed the button for 0 and turned, watching the doors close before moving down. The ship had twenty levels, it was a massive cargo ship, the largest that transported into Utopia so it was vital for supplying the city with food and fuel. Cal had only ever seen Utopia from the docking bay, the crew were never allowed to leave the port. They wern't citizens, they were considered 'lucky' to even get in the city walls. Cal didn't like it, the city seemed too... uptight for him. But so many people strived to live there, as if living there made you a more important person. It was sad to think.
When the doors opened Cal stepped out, being met with a long hallway going either direction. It was dimly lit, not a single window in sight. The lower decks had no windows, they were lined with thick metal walls incase of a crash, but also, why put a window in the cargo storage area? It seemed pointless. Cal turned to his right, pulling a tablet from his pocket. He flipped through the reports, giving it a quick look over. Panel c635 was the one reported to have an issue so he headed in that direction, passing numerous doors as he went. Everything down there was storage, no one was supposed to be down there unless they were loading, unloading, or doing a repair. As he drew closer to the panel he raised a brow, seeing some sparks popping out from behind the vent. Sometimes this happened, an overload of power or old wires, they'd just give up and start sparking. It was an old ship after all, the Norvo had been in service since before he was born, but he was keeping it up and running for now. He knelt down in front of the vent, slipping his fingers into it and popping it off the wall.
Cal wore a simple blue jumpsuit but he had the top of it rolled down, tied around his hips, leaving his top half in just a simple white t-shirt... well... once white t-shirt. Now it had black oil stains on it. That was why he was supposed to wear the jump suit but it was too damn hot in the ship sometimes, the last thing he needed was to faint from overheating, then nothing would get done. So instead he sacrificed his shirts. Around his neck hung his ID for the ship. It had his name and position labeled on it. He mostly wore it for anyone on the ship who wasn't a regular worker for them, given his age people usually started ordering him around without a thought, thinking he's just some deckhand, he hated that. So he wore his ID to make his position of power clear to people. He focused as he got to work, only stopping when he heard his radio crackling. He groaned and pulled it off his hip. It was giving off static and a muffled voice. The lower levels always messed up the radios, probably because of how far they were from the transmitter, but also the thick walls would block the signal. The flicked the annoying box off, figuring he'd touch base with the captain later. He just hoped it was nothing important.
Cal was knelt down on the floor, working away when he felt the ship shift. He swayed slightly, quickly bracing a hand against the floor behind himself. The hell was that? He stood up, grabbing his radio off the floor as he did. He turned it back on but again, nothing but static. It blared loudly, echoing down the empty hallway. Was there a sudden turn in the weather? He turned the radio off again, lifting the panel to place it back on the wall. He'd need to go back up and see what's happening. As he turned to head back towards the elevator he quickly stopped, hearing a noise back behind him, farther down the hall. It was muffled, likely from inside one of the rooms. "What now?" He grumbled as he turned around, headed deeper into level 0, wondering if the shift had knocked some cargo free. That'd be a damn mess.
Cal usually skipped those get togethers, as head engineer the men always wanted him to come but he just shrugged them off. He did the same last night after dinner, just slipping away before Dan had one too many and started hollering about Raiders and Rebels. It was funny to think a man who had never even felt the sand of the badlands under his feet had so many stories to tell. Cal had been down there once before, had experienced it's harshness. Sometimes he could still feel the searing pain in his right arm, 'phantom pains' as the doctors had said. He was younger back then, naive enough to think it must have been an accident because, surely, no humans would do something like that. No one with a conscience would shoot down a ship full of people... But over time it sunk in, and he knew it was true. He'd felt the jolt himself, seen the smoke, heard the vehicles flee the scene as the medics came from the city. When he was told the report, and it was confirmed that his father had been killed in the crash, he was devastated. At first he was sad, but then he got angry, so angry... he almost broke his knuckles punching the metals walls of his room back in Navaro, just trying to vent some of the anger so he could break down and be sad again. It took time, but he moved on. One thing that didn't leave him though was his distaste for Rebels. He didn't give a fuck what their cause was, but shooting down a civilian ship like that... it was disgusting. Or at least the report had said it was rebels, what reason would he have to question that?
It was mid-day, and the view from the upper decks was breathtaking. Whenever he had a spare moment he'd go up there to look down at the red sands below, watching the clouds roll by under the ship. The sunsets were amazing from up there, but as his radio crackled he realized he didn't have time to be sitting around. "Hey Princess, if you've got time to stare at clouds you've got time to fix the electrical alert of Level 0" Cal rolled his eyes at the familiar voice, the captain, John. He pivoted on his foot to turn, lifting a hand to flip off the only camera in the room, knowing he must be watching from there. "There, that's the spirit. You can sight see on your day off." Cal lifted his radio as he strolled towards the elevator. "Since when do I get a day off?" He asked with a smile. "You don't!" The man answered with a gruff laugh that made Cal's smile widen, a soft laugh leaving his lips. "This is slave labour, I swear" Cal answered as he pressed the button for the lift. "Oh, you'll get over it" "I guess I don't have a choice" He answered with another laugh. He hung his radio back on his work belt and stepped into the elevator. He pressed the button for 0 and turned, watching the doors close before moving down. The ship had twenty levels, it was a massive cargo ship, the largest that transported into Utopia so it was vital for supplying the city with food and fuel. Cal had only ever seen Utopia from the docking bay, the crew were never allowed to leave the port. They wern't citizens, they were considered 'lucky' to even get in the city walls. Cal didn't like it, the city seemed too... uptight for him. But so many people strived to live there, as if living there made you a more important person. It was sad to think.
When the doors opened Cal stepped out, being met with a long hallway going either direction. It was dimly lit, not a single window in sight. The lower decks had no windows, they were lined with thick metal walls incase of a crash, but also, why put a window in the cargo storage area? It seemed pointless. Cal turned to his right, pulling a tablet from his pocket. He flipped through the reports, giving it a quick look over. Panel c635 was the one reported to have an issue so he headed in that direction, passing numerous doors as he went. Everything down there was storage, no one was supposed to be down there unless they were loading, unloading, or doing a repair. As he drew closer to the panel he raised a brow, seeing some sparks popping out from behind the vent. Sometimes this happened, an overload of power or old wires, they'd just give up and start sparking. It was an old ship after all, the Norvo had been in service since before he was born, but he was keeping it up and running for now. He knelt down in front of the vent, slipping his fingers into it and popping it off the wall.
Cal wore a simple blue jumpsuit but he had the top of it rolled down, tied around his hips, leaving his top half in just a simple white t-shirt... well... once white t-shirt. Now it had black oil stains on it. That was why he was supposed to wear the jump suit but it was too damn hot in the ship sometimes, the last thing he needed was to faint from overheating, then nothing would get done. So instead he sacrificed his shirts. Around his neck hung his ID for the ship. It had his name and position labeled on it. He mostly wore it for anyone on the ship who wasn't a regular worker for them, given his age people usually started ordering him around without a thought, thinking he's just some deckhand, he hated that. So he wore his ID to make his position of power clear to people. He focused as he got to work, only stopping when he heard his radio crackling. He groaned and pulled it off his hip. It was giving off static and a muffled voice. The lower levels always messed up the radios, probably because of how far they were from the transmitter, but also the thick walls would block the signal. The flicked the annoying box off, figuring he'd touch base with the captain later. He just hoped it was nothing important.
Cal was knelt down on the floor, working away when he felt the ship shift. He swayed slightly, quickly bracing a hand against the floor behind himself. The hell was that? He stood up, grabbing his radio off the floor as he did. He turned it back on but again, nothing but static. It blared loudly, echoing down the empty hallway. Was there a sudden turn in the weather? He turned the radio off again, lifting the panel to place it back on the wall. He'd need to go back up and see what's happening. As he turned to head back towards the elevator he quickly stopped, hearing a noise back behind him, farther down the hall. It was muffled, likely from inside one of the rooms. "What now?" He grumbled as he turned around, headed deeper into level 0, wondering if the shift had knocked some cargo free. That'd be a damn mess.
THIS is the cyberpunk world this example is from.
My Cravings and inspirations
I crave an array of things at once and I tend to write a wide range of things. I don't do fandoms though, I prefer original stories or stories inspired by other things. My cravings can vary from dark mixed with horror/smut to simple romances. I prefer stories with some depth where there is always something happening below the surface. I have some full plots ready to go but for both of our time and convenience I'll just post pairings here. Anything with a plot already made up will have an *** next to it. The others are basic ideas now that I'd love to develop into more.
The role in green is the one I'd like to play. It it isn't specified then I'm fine with either.
*** = Plot
If it's red then it's taken
*NEW ideas*
Cyberpunk World
- Airship mechanic/Rebel ***
- Outlander living in the badlands/ Stranded worker from one of the cities
- Mechanic in Sector five/Outlaw Rebel within the city
- Utopian/Sector five inhabitant
Slice of life
- NEW*** Foreign Exchange student/ A Local/ someone from his college
- Underground Doctor/High ranking criminal within a powerful group
- NEW***A captured Informant/The gang/mafia boss of the group that caught him
- Addict/Drug Dealer
- Charming barista/Busy business man *** (Age Gap)
- Spanish Deckhand/Pirate Captain *** (Set back in time)
- Straight-Confused guy/Guy he met at a bar *** (One night stand that turns into a complicated situation)
- "Straight assistant"/Openly gay CEO he works for
- Best friend/Best friend
- Guy who ended the relationship/Guy who was dumped (A drunk hookup between two guys that had broken up, but one of them isn't single anymore)
- Native from isolated island /Adventurer
Supernatural
- Human raised by vampire/Vampire who raised him *** (A bit of complicated situation haha)
- Incubus/Werewolf
- NEW*** The only human in a school for supernatural beings(With dormant demonic powers)/ Supernatural of your choice
- NEW***Mortal/Demon he made a deal with
- NEW***An Amnesiac Demonic Prince/The Demon hunter sent to capture him
Fantasy
- Inexperienced but powerful wizard/ 'Retired' magic teacher (Could be age gap, or he retired young due to personal reasons)
- A potion maker/A creature from the dark forest he befriended
- Prince/A foreign Prince or King
- NEW***A thief from the streets/ A Noble man or Royal from a different Kingdom/region
- NEW***A captured nobleman or prince/ The leader of the group that captured him
Omegaverse
Omega in denial/ his Alpha roommate
Omega/Alpha in arranged marriage
Honestly a fan of Omegaverse so I'm down for most ideas or adding Omegaverse aspects to any of the above story ideas.
If you have plot ideas or cravings feel free to send them to me, I love hearing people's ideas and collaborating. Please message me, don't reply here. I won't bite so go for it, I'm looking forward to hearing from you. Thanks!
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