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Hello everyone! My name is Origin. I'm an experienced writer and RPer looking for people to tell unique and interesting stories with. I'm a fairly open, communicative writer who will always let you know when I need to take a break, and expect the same in kind with you. I love plotting, gushing about our thread, as well as taking a creative approach to how I plan for threads and write each post. I am looking to write female leads who are intelligent, often sensitive or otherwise emotionally aware, and attempt to craft unique situations or scenarios with each thread, or otherwise attempt to iterate on classic tropes with well-written characters that bring something fresh to those old ideas. If I've at all intrigued you, please read on.
Let's get this out of the way: I am a male writer, looking to get more experience writing female characters. If this bothers you for any reason, I completely understand. However, if quality is something you're afraid of, I have included a writing sample at the bottom of this request thread to demonstrate my capabilities. These plots are also open for FxF pairings where applicable (I may add specific FxF plots later), which is another space I am interested in writing. In terms of subject matter, I tend to lean more towards historical and fantasy plots, which is what you'll find in my plot hooks below.
Anyway, here's what I'm looking for in partners these days:
-Able to respond about once a week, slower is fine if you let me know, faster is definitely okay, but sometimes I need a few days
-Contributes to the plot, comfortable with writing side characters when the plot calls for it.
-Story first, smut for plot reasons. I'm definitely here to craft the former, not the latter, and while I'm not shy about smut, it should serve a purpose in the story.
-Respectful partners who understand that this is a collaborative effort
Female Leads
I will be upfront and write now the types of female leads I am looking to write. The first archetype are broken, traumatized characters who will bring their trauma into any relationships in the story. The second type are witty, intelligent female leads who are perhaps a bit stubborn at times. Finally, the third archetype I'm interested in writing are demure, fragile women who must learn to be strong due to the events of the story as a part of their development. These are mostly outlines, however; each character is going to be unique in some way and bring something new to the table, I hope.
Plot Hooks to Peruse:
If I've gotten your attention at all, please PM me and let's plot together! Thanks for taking the time to read!
Let's get this out of the way: I am a male writer, looking to get more experience writing female characters. If this bothers you for any reason, I completely understand. However, if quality is something you're afraid of, I have included a writing sample at the bottom of this request thread to demonstrate my capabilities. These plots are also open for FxF pairings where applicable (I may add specific FxF plots later), which is another space I am interested in writing. In terms of subject matter, I tend to lean more towards historical and fantasy plots, which is what you'll find in my plot hooks below.
Anyway, here's what I'm looking for in partners these days:
-Able to respond about once a week, slower is fine if you let me know, faster is definitely okay, but sometimes I need a few days
-Contributes to the plot, comfortable with writing side characters when the plot calls for it.
-Story first, smut for plot reasons. I'm definitely here to craft the former, not the latter, and while I'm not shy about smut, it should serve a purpose in the story.
-Respectful partners who understand that this is a collaborative effort
Female Leads
I will be upfront and write now the types of female leads I am looking to write. The first archetype are broken, traumatized characters who will bring their trauma into any relationships in the story. The second type are witty, intelligent female leads who are perhaps a bit stubborn at times. Finally, the third archetype I'm interested in writing are demure, fragile women who must learn to be strong due to the events of the story as a part of their development. These are mostly outlines, however; each character is going to be unique in some way and bring something new to the table, I hope.
Witch x Witch Hunter/Knight
Succubus x Mage/Knight/Witch Hunter
Siren x Any
Maiden x Lord/Knight
Arranged Wife x Husband
Succubus x Mage/Knight/Witch Hunter
Siren x Any
Maiden x Lord/Knight
Arranged Wife x Husband
Plot Hooks to Peruse:
-"Sword Spirit": MC is a young woman who has been possessed for five years after she and her mother found an ancient sword in a crypt. The spirit inhabiting the sword possessed MC, and now uses her to collect the spirits of those she slays, acting as a violent alter-ego to her otherwise timid self. She meets YC by chance, who has some way to counteract the evil spirit possessing her, and takes up her cause to rid her of the curse once and for all.
-"The Lunar Cycle": MC is a Witch who bears a terrible curse: when she turns 40, she will die, and natural disasters will wrack the world. This is part of a cycle, and she is expected to have a daughter of her own, who will then become the next sacrifice in the cycle to the Lunar Patron, an unknown force that protects MC from harm, yet paradoxically is also what will consume her. However, something starts to go wrong as MC refuses to initially find a partner, and the early warning signs of the cycle continuing start to show, as local natural disasters like floods, drought, and so on begin to happen. MC and YC meet when MC goes to one such town to try to stop it. When MC explains the situation, YC offers to help, and the journey to stop the seeming end of the world begins.
-"Emissary of Elthuia": MC is an elven princess in disguise who has been sent to the human kingdom to petition for their aid against the growing Undead threat. Ambushed by brigands and left for dead, YC stumbles upon MC's broken body and nurses her back to health. Once she has recovered, MC will then continue her mission anew, hopefully having convinced her rescuer as the Undead threat only seems to grow worse, beginning to encroach upon human lands as well...
-"A Master's Bidding": MC is a succubus who has been forcefully summoned from the infernal realm of demons to serve YC; however, due to the ritual, the control is not full, and so, unable to kill her new master, MC instead decides to work alongside YC in hopes of one day getting her revenge...
-"The Lunar Cycle": MC is a Witch who bears a terrible curse: when she turns 40, she will die, and natural disasters will wrack the world. This is part of a cycle, and she is expected to have a daughter of her own, who will then become the next sacrifice in the cycle to the Lunar Patron, an unknown force that protects MC from harm, yet paradoxically is also what will consume her. However, something starts to go wrong as MC refuses to initially find a partner, and the early warning signs of the cycle continuing start to show, as local natural disasters like floods, drought, and so on begin to happen. MC and YC meet when MC goes to one such town to try to stop it. When MC explains the situation, YC offers to help, and the journey to stop the seeming end of the world begins.
-"Emissary of Elthuia": MC is an elven princess in disguise who has been sent to the human kingdom to petition for their aid against the growing Undead threat. Ambushed by brigands and left for dead, YC stumbles upon MC's broken body and nurses her back to health. Once she has recovered, MC will then continue her mission anew, hopefully having convinced her rescuer as the Undead threat only seems to grow worse, beginning to encroach upon human lands as well...
-"A Master's Bidding": MC is a succubus who has been forcefully summoned from the infernal realm of demons to serve YC; however, due to the ritual, the control is not full, and so, unable to kill her new master, MC instead decides to work alongside YC in hopes of one day getting her revenge...
-"Dream of Albion": MC is a Welsh woman who encounters YC injured along the road, and decides to nurse him back to health. YC eventually must leave to attend to his noble duties, but years later when the English invade Wales, YC spares MC's village on one condition: that MC become YC's wife...
-"A Kingdom in Crisis": Following a great many military defeats, the kingdom in which MC and YC reside has fallen on hard times. Many of its nobility have been killed by war, plague, and famine, leaving a dearth of both noblemen and women, leaving some nobles desperate for wives to produce heirs. YC, one such noble, after a series of frustrating arrangements that keep falling through, decides instead to go to the villages of his demesne, seeking a wife, with plans not only of marriage, but of conquest as well due to the weakened state of the kingdom...
-"The Last of Her Tribe": Following a series of conquests, MC is taken as a prisoner as the last surviving woman of her tribe. Before she can be executed or enslaved, however, YC bids for her, although his reasons why are anyone's guess...
-"A Kingdom in Crisis": Following a great many military defeats, the kingdom in which MC and YC reside has fallen on hard times. Many of its nobility have been killed by war, plague, and famine, leaving a dearth of both noblemen and women, leaving some nobles desperate for wives to produce heirs. YC, one such noble, after a series of frustrating arrangements that keep falling through, decides instead to go to the villages of his demesne, seeking a wife, with plans not only of marriage, but of conquest as well due to the weakened state of the kingdom...
-"The Last of Her Tribe": Following a series of conquests, MC is taken as a prisoner as the last surviving woman of her tribe. Before she can be executed or enslaved, however, YC bids for her, although his reasons why are anyone's guess...
When Elizabeth awoke, the world was dark. It took her a few moments to realize she was presently face-first in freshly-trampled soil, at which she slowly raised her head, rolling onto her back and wiping some of the dirt and blood off her face with her gloved hand before really opening her eyes. When she did, the world seemed to be spinning around her, blurry and unclear, yet though her vision was failing her, her sense of smell was not, and she was reminded at once that she was in a battlefield, surrounded by the stench of blood and steel. At last, she sat up, revealing the world around her to be filled with nothing but the corpses of mostly her former fellow soldiers, most of whom had been sent to their grave by the spear of an horseman's spear.
The memories started to flood back into her mind, causing her to clench her face as her head swelled with a sudden pain. A neighboring kingdom had invaded them, and here, on the eastern edge of the Hanir River, Caladale had made their stand, offering open battle with them. But they hadn't anticipated the sudden flank of the mercenaries their enemies had hired, which had collapsed their line almost immediately. What happened after that, she didn't know, because she had found herself beneath the galloping horses, her thick armor only just enough to prevent herself from being completely crushed, but one hoof had caught her in the head before everything had gone dark. This much she remembered.
Among the line would have been Caladale's sergeants and the entirety of their infantry forces. Their knights had been trying to secure a flank as well, and among them would have been King Peter, both their commander, and the man she loved. Elizabeth's heart grew hopeful at the thought that perhaps while the infantry had faltered, Caladale's knights might have prevailed. However, without the support of the infantry, and the archers in particular, she didn't know what they could have done against their Griffin Knights, as well as the cavalry that likely would have returned... and that also meant...
No, she thought. Peter would have had a plan for this. We spent weeks strategizing for how to defeat the griffins...
She shook her head, which was painful but necessary to clear her head of that darker thought. Then, she stood, her armor shifting and clinking as she did so. She had lost her halberd, and her sword had somehow slipped from her belt in the chaos. There was little she could do if the forces of their enemy returned, but she would die on her feet, sword in hand if they did, that much she knew. She did not take lightly the oaths of her station as one of the King's royal guard, and she would gladly die for him in battle against the enemy. Only, the enemy was gone from the field now, any chance of honor for her stolen when she was incapacitated without fighting.
There was only one thing to do now, really; she needed to scout the area, and see what had transpired in the rest of the battle. She began walking towards where she last knew the Knights of Caladale would have been, though on foot she suspected it would take quite some time to arrive. As she marched on though, the number of bodies around her began to weigh increasingly on her mind, as she knew almost all of the bodies were the men of Caladale, with hardly a downed horse in sight. It was more than just a loss--it was a rout. Their entire line had collapsed and been run down by the horsemen. Where they had gone was a mystery, too.
She passed through the remains of the infantry, whereupon she reached an open space that was without death, at least for some time. These were the fields she had grown to love, the ground fertile and lush from the natural irrigation provided by the nearby Hanir River, a massive body of water that turned much of Caladale both into fertile farmland as well as marsh in many places, especially in the north, closer to the sea. If defeated, then the enemy's forces would have turned north to cross the Farenst Bridge to reach Stonebrook itself, and begun to lay siege. While normally a long, arduous process, their enemy had their griffin knights, who could likely overwhelm the castle's defenders too quickly for any kind of relief to arrive. However, with the destruction of their forces here, only Peter's knights could bring salvation to the Keep...
...And yet there was little sign of the knights. Onward Elizabeth marched through the knee-deep grass, her heart beginning to weary as much as her mind, as the fatigue was starting to outweigh her hope. As she was about to give in, however, she saw the glint of armor at the end of the field, just near a tree line; as she ventured closer, more bodies were revealed, hidden at distance by the tall grass. In time, she would reach the bodies, the outcome of the engagement still uncertain as the bodies of man, griffin, and horse were all intermingled, stacked high enough in some places that Elizabeth had to walk around some of the larger mounds.
So many dead, she thought. But it's still unclear who was the victor... Perhaps if I--
Her thoughts were cut off as a glint of gold reflected in her vision. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving, startled and wondering if she were simply imagining the sight. She took tentative steps forward, feeling that if her eyes weren't deceiving her, then she would be unable to bear the truth. Finally, she forced herself to take those last few painful steps, before realizing that the corpse before her, clad in gold-leafed plate and a crowned steel helm, was the unmistakable body of King Peter. Wordlessly, she kneeled next to the face-down body, which was contorted and displaced, clearly untouched since the moment of his death and left in an unpleasant state. After a moment of hesitation, as tears welled in her eyes, she rolled Peter's body over, revealed the bloodstained plate on the other side as well as the face of her former King and paramour, whose face was now marred by a large scar directly down the middle, likely the work of a griffin's talon.
No... she thought. This... This is all wrong... this couldn't have happened... Shouldn't have...
Tears streaked down her cheeks now, her teeth grit as she made sure his limbs were proper before lifting his upper torso and head in her hands. There, alone in the field, she began to weep, her eyes tightly shut as she gave in to the crushing despair the scene instigated. Long had she loved Peter, and long had she accepted that the two of them could never be together, but it was enough that he was alive and they could see each other regularly, and speak the conversations she had grown to love so many years ago. Now, it was gone, and with the death of the knights, her kingdom likely was, too.
For many moments she wept, unable to bear the horrid truth which had unfurled like some dread tapestry before her. What now was left for her? Stonebrook would fall in weeks, maybe sooner. The army had been destroyed, and likely all of Caladale would soon be under enemy control. If she were found, she would be executed as one so loyal to the crown. What resistance could she offer, if any? It was hopeless now--the light of her kingdom had been snuffed out, trampled beneath talon and hoof alike.
Perhaps some may have heard of the conflict, but if they had, then it would be too late now. Scavengers might soon be picking at the corpses, too. Reinforcements may have been coming, mercenaries or otherwise, but they would arrive too late to help, now. Elizabeth knew she needed to get moving, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything but hold on to the fallen King for just a few moments longer, no matter what may have come to interrupt her...
The memories started to flood back into her mind, causing her to clench her face as her head swelled with a sudden pain. A neighboring kingdom had invaded them, and here, on the eastern edge of the Hanir River, Caladale had made their stand, offering open battle with them. But they hadn't anticipated the sudden flank of the mercenaries their enemies had hired, which had collapsed their line almost immediately. What happened after that, she didn't know, because she had found herself beneath the galloping horses, her thick armor only just enough to prevent herself from being completely crushed, but one hoof had caught her in the head before everything had gone dark. This much she remembered.
Among the line would have been Caladale's sergeants and the entirety of their infantry forces. Their knights had been trying to secure a flank as well, and among them would have been King Peter, both their commander, and the man she loved. Elizabeth's heart grew hopeful at the thought that perhaps while the infantry had faltered, Caladale's knights might have prevailed. However, without the support of the infantry, and the archers in particular, she didn't know what they could have done against their Griffin Knights, as well as the cavalry that likely would have returned... and that also meant...
No, she thought. Peter would have had a plan for this. We spent weeks strategizing for how to defeat the griffins...
She shook her head, which was painful but necessary to clear her head of that darker thought. Then, she stood, her armor shifting and clinking as she did so. She had lost her halberd, and her sword had somehow slipped from her belt in the chaos. There was little she could do if the forces of their enemy returned, but she would die on her feet, sword in hand if they did, that much she knew. She did not take lightly the oaths of her station as one of the King's royal guard, and she would gladly die for him in battle against the enemy. Only, the enemy was gone from the field now, any chance of honor for her stolen when she was incapacitated without fighting.
There was only one thing to do now, really; she needed to scout the area, and see what had transpired in the rest of the battle. She began walking towards where she last knew the Knights of Caladale would have been, though on foot she suspected it would take quite some time to arrive. As she marched on though, the number of bodies around her began to weigh increasingly on her mind, as she knew almost all of the bodies were the men of Caladale, with hardly a downed horse in sight. It was more than just a loss--it was a rout. Their entire line had collapsed and been run down by the horsemen. Where they had gone was a mystery, too.
She passed through the remains of the infantry, whereupon she reached an open space that was without death, at least for some time. These were the fields she had grown to love, the ground fertile and lush from the natural irrigation provided by the nearby Hanir River, a massive body of water that turned much of Caladale both into fertile farmland as well as marsh in many places, especially in the north, closer to the sea. If defeated, then the enemy's forces would have turned north to cross the Farenst Bridge to reach Stonebrook itself, and begun to lay siege. While normally a long, arduous process, their enemy had their griffin knights, who could likely overwhelm the castle's defenders too quickly for any kind of relief to arrive. However, with the destruction of their forces here, only Peter's knights could bring salvation to the Keep...
...And yet there was little sign of the knights. Onward Elizabeth marched through the knee-deep grass, her heart beginning to weary as much as her mind, as the fatigue was starting to outweigh her hope. As she was about to give in, however, she saw the glint of armor at the end of the field, just near a tree line; as she ventured closer, more bodies were revealed, hidden at distance by the tall grass. In time, she would reach the bodies, the outcome of the engagement still uncertain as the bodies of man, griffin, and horse were all intermingled, stacked high enough in some places that Elizabeth had to walk around some of the larger mounds.
So many dead, she thought. But it's still unclear who was the victor... Perhaps if I--
Her thoughts were cut off as a glint of gold reflected in her vision. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving, startled and wondering if she were simply imagining the sight. She took tentative steps forward, feeling that if her eyes weren't deceiving her, then she would be unable to bear the truth. Finally, she forced herself to take those last few painful steps, before realizing that the corpse before her, clad in gold-leafed plate and a crowned steel helm, was the unmistakable body of King Peter. Wordlessly, she kneeled next to the face-down body, which was contorted and displaced, clearly untouched since the moment of his death and left in an unpleasant state. After a moment of hesitation, as tears welled in her eyes, she rolled Peter's body over, revealed the bloodstained plate on the other side as well as the face of her former King and paramour, whose face was now marred by a large scar directly down the middle, likely the work of a griffin's talon.
No... she thought. This... This is all wrong... this couldn't have happened... Shouldn't have...
Tears streaked down her cheeks now, her teeth grit as she made sure his limbs were proper before lifting his upper torso and head in her hands. There, alone in the field, she began to weep, her eyes tightly shut as she gave in to the crushing despair the scene instigated. Long had she loved Peter, and long had she accepted that the two of them could never be together, but it was enough that he was alive and they could see each other regularly, and speak the conversations she had grown to love so many years ago. Now, it was gone, and with the death of the knights, her kingdom likely was, too.
For many moments she wept, unable to bear the horrid truth which had unfurled like some dread tapestry before her. What now was left for her? Stonebrook would fall in weeks, maybe sooner. The army had been destroyed, and likely all of Caladale would soon be under enemy control. If she were found, she would be executed as one so loyal to the crown. What resistance could she offer, if any? It was hopeless now--the light of her kingdom had been snuffed out, trampled beneath talon and hoof alike.
Perhaps some may have heard of the conflict, but if they had, then it would be too late now. Scavengers might soon be picking at the corpses, too. Reinforcements may have been coming, mercenaries or otherwise, but they would arrive too late to help, now. Elizabeth knew she needed to get moving, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything but hold on to the fallen King for just a few moments longer, no matter what may have come to interrupt her...
If I've gotten your attention at all, please PM me and let's plot together! Thanks for taking the time to read!
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