@The Goblin King I have an idea for a combination of sci-fi and cyberpunk. A cluster of planets, set off in the middle of nowhere at the edge of impossibility. All sorts of species and tech, for the sake of flexibility and creativity.
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I am merely a typist, ready and able to fill a need in a storyline no matter how long or short.
One post? One thousand posts? Somewhere in between?
Whether male or female, good or evil, whatever species or genre.
I'm there.
One post? One thousand posts? Somewhere in between?
Whether male or female, good or evil, whatever species or genre.
I'm there.
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I rather like the idea of brother against brother in a royal feud, and prefer the older brother so it works perfectly.
About Me
30 years old, Female
1+ Replies Daily
Multiple and highly detailed paragraphs
Plays mainly males, but can play secondary females
I'm fine with smut, although it is never the main plot point
What I'm looking for
21+ years old
Multiple and detailed paragraphs
Willingness to contribute to the plot
Does not have to have everything planned out
Genres - * = Craving Level
Cyberpunk **
Sci-fi
Modern Fantasy ***
Medieval Fantasy
Post-Apoc
Plot & Pairings
Arranged Marriage
-Prince x Princess
-Knight x Princess
-Warlord x Princess
War
-Warlord x Queen
-King x Queen
-Pirate Captain x Empress
-Barbarian x Royalty
-CEO x Government Agent
-Mob Lord x Underground Duchess
Captive vs Warden
-Messenger x Queen
-Warlord x Queen
-CEO x Client
-Mob Lord x Underground Duchess
Slice of Life
-Cafe Owner x Patron
-Writer x Publicist
-CEO x Lawyer
-Hitman x Detective
-Detective x Madame of Courtesan
-Scientist x Artist
Mer
-Octomer x Mermaid (Or other Fantasy Race)
-Octomer x Marine Biologist
If any of these are interesting please feel free to DM me, I'm also open to your own ideas, or a combination of what we come up with.
30 years old, Female
1+ Replies Daily
Multiple and highly detailed paragraphs
Plays mainly males, but can play secondary females
I'm fine with smut, although it is never the main plot point
What I'm looking for
21+ years old
Multiple and detailed paragraphs
Willingness to contribute to the plot
Does not have to have everything planned out
Genres - * = Craving Level
Cyberpunk **
Sci-fi
Modern Fantasy ***
Medieval Fantasy
Post-Apoc
Plot & Pairings
Arranged Marriage
-Prince x Princess
-Knight x Princess
-Warlord x Princess
War
-Warlord x Queen
-King x Queen
-Pirate Captain x Empress
-Barbarian x Royalty
-CEO x Government Agent
-Mob Lord x Underground Duchess
Captive vs Warden
-Messenger x Queen
-Warlord x Queen
-CEO x Client
-Mob Lord x Underground Duchess
Slice of Life
-Cafe Owner x Patron
-Writer x Publicist
-CEO x Lawyer
-Hitman x Detective
-Detective x Madame of Courtesan
-Scientist x Artist
Mer
-Octomer x Mermaid (Or other Fantasy Race)
-Octomer x Marine Biologist
If any of these are interesting please feel free to DM me, I'm also open to your own ideas, or a combination of what we come up with.
So. Anyone wanna come play a cliche shonen hero story?
Count me in... I'm already burning to make the character coming to mind.
Not gonna lie, I'm completely writing all of it by the seat of my pants.
Yeah... Screw that. Screw that entirely...
There was a lull in the conversation as Abel processed just what she was asking for. Small details? He could handle that. Personal bits? That would have to be pried out of him with a crowbar. Yet, the way she spoke to him probably didn't provoke the kind of reaction she expected. Rather, he relaxed quite a bit with a lopsided smile creeping up on his face which only grew more until finally a chuckle escaped him.
"By the gods," he let the laugh die but the smile remained, "I thought this conversation was going to go differently."
Not even Sloane had heard Abel say so many words consecutively much less hear a laugh out of him. The centaur behind the counter waved his hands at Alison, beckoning her to keep cracking the shell. It wasn't an impossible task, people just didn't know where to tap to start the fissures.
Starting to relax Abel picked up his drink, taking a sip of it before he went on. Maybe they were right, no one would remember me at all.
"The want to get to know someone does get personal, to a degree," Abel scratched at the scar on his face, done out of subconscious need than an actual irritant, "But I think I could oblige a few things. My favorite color is turqoise, my favorite drink is rum chata, and I have a calico cat named Felicity. She's old, fat, and a cuddle bug."
The details he was giving her didn't matter, they were pointless tidbits that didn't define who he actually was. Unless something really spoke to her about him having a cat, but he doubted it. WIth a rub to the back of his neck his smile turned sheepish, "Sorry about the comment earlier. Usually when people talk to me they're either telling me off or asking me what I want so I can get out of their hair faster."
It was then he realized he was all out of... Well he couldn't remember what he ordered, but it was gone so he had nothing to fiddle with now. The facade of confidence would fade soon if he didn't do something.
"I'll exchange a secret of mine for a secret of yours though," he said, flipping to the last page of his journal. Tipping it to where she couldn't see what he was writing he posed his question, "What is your deepest darkest fear?"
The pen was clicked, meeting the page as he wrote out something. It was six little words afterward he ripped the page out, folding it quickly into a little triangle with the end tucked in. If she answered him, even with a lie, he'd push it towards her to take. All the while, if and when she read it he'd simply just watch for her reaction.
"By the gods," he let the laugh die but the smile remained, "I thought this conversation was going to go differently."
Not even Sloane had heard Abel say so many words consecutively much less hear a laugh out of him. The centaur behind the counter waved his hands at Alison, beckoning her to keep cracking the shell. It wasn't an impossible task, people just didn't know where to tap to start the fissures.
Starting to relax Abel picked up his drink, taking a sip of it before he went on. Maybe they were right, no one would remember me at all.
"The want to get to know someone does get personal, to a degree," Abel scratched at the scar on his face, done out of subconscious need than an actual irritant, "But I think I could oblige a few things. My favorite color is turqoise, my favorite drink is rum chata, and I have a calico cat named Felicity. She's old, fat, and a cuddle bug."
The details he was giving her didn't matter, they were pointless tidbits that didn't define who he actually was. Unless something really spoke to her about him having a cat, but he doubted it. WIth a rub to the back of his neck his smile turned sheepish, "Sorry about the comment earlier. Usually when people talk to me they're either telling me off or asking me what I want so I can get out of their hair faster."
It was then he realized he was all out of... Well he couldn't remember what he ordered, but it was gone so he had nothing to fiddle with now. The facade of confidence would fade soon if he didn't do something.
"I'll exchange a secret of mine for a secret of yours though," he said, flipping to the last page of his journal. Tipping it to where she couldn't see what he was writing he posed his question, "What is your deepest darkest fear?"
The pen was clicked, meeting the page as he wrote out something. It was six little words afterward he ripped the page out, folding it quickly into a little triangle with the end tucked in. If she answered him, even with a lie, he'd push it towards her to take. All the while, if and when she read it he'd simply just watch for her reaction.
No problem at all, have fun at that work thing. Though, work and fun never really mixes does it?
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