An Emporium of Trifles [seeking m characters for m/m, m/enby, m/trans]

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I. The Basics
A summary of my writing style and preferences.

II. Pairings
Work in progress.

III. Kinks
Self-explanatory.

IV.  Prompts
A place for more fully-formed plots and ideas.

V. Characters
Brief summaries of my favorite boys. Inquire for more details.

               

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⇀ About Trifles: Thirty-three years old, EST. Willing to write on forums or Discord servers. PM for my Discord tag.

⇀ Pairings: I write stories involving m/m, m/enby, and m/transfemme pairings.

⇀ Genres: The genres I most enjoy include, in order of preference - modern fantasy, supernatural, and horror. Historical is a possibility, provided we are a bit loose with accuracy, as I am not an expert in any particular period. I fall most in love with fantastic, whimsical universes featuring figures and monsters of myth and folklore (think of American Gods [disregard the author], Andrzej Sapkowski, Guillermo del Toro). I love romance. Slice of life is not for me.

⇀ Post Length: I average four paragraphs with approximately ~400 words per post, and I would prefer something similar from my writing partners, but quality over quantity always.

⇀ Response Rate: For the most part, I can promise to try and deliver an average of 1-2 posts per week. I have a full-time job and spend my weekends with my partner, so I might not always have the energy to write or respond to lengthy messages. I will, however, almost always have time for cool Instagram reels or pictures of cute dogs.

⇀ Sexual Dynamics: I write all sorts, but I mostly enjoy pairings that include switches and variants of the "traditional" top/bottom dynamic. My favorite character type to play is a power bottom with a hard Dom lean or a true switch. My favorite character type to play against is a submissive service top (fave) or a true switch (runner-up). Hard Doms who strictly top are nice sometimes - I can/have/will play or play as or against them, but it's rare.

⇀ Sexual Content: All of my stories will involve smut to varying degrees. I enjoy writing adult content. I have very few limits regarding what I will and will not include, and I have been known to write stories involving fairly extreme content (note: nothing that violates site rules). That said, none of this means that I must have an ultra-kinky story or sex on every page in order to enjoy myself. I haven't yet made a "complete" list of sexual acts that I find acceptable in my stories, but I'm happy to discuss this privately.

⇀ A Note: If none of the following prompts/concepts/pairings appeal but you believe we're compatible writing partners, feel free to reach out with your own ideas.

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power bottom/service top tall glamorous bottom/short chaotic top delicate femme/beastly masc femme Dom/masc sub younger Dom/older sub

artificial intelligence/human angel/demon bookish/not-bookish detective/gangster goth/not-goth grumpy char/sunshine char hero/villain hunter/hunted married/single monster/human* nobleman/guard older/younger stripper/client twin/twin* villain/underling

hazbin hotel/helluva boss star wars hannibal the sandman lovecraft mythos american gods carnival row

I have a strong interest in stories involving pairings of humans and beasts.
Examples of the creatures I'm most interested in include wolves, lizardmen, naga, dragons, among many others.
Basically just give me a huge, brutish, nasty, snarling creature with a mouthful of sharp teeth and I'll jump at the opportunity.
Sentience is key. Sapience is... optional.

Side Note: I'm rubbish at playing monsters myself, so such roles will fall to my writing partners.

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⇀ Summary: There are very few things smut/kink-related to which I'll say no. Very, very few. While I'm perfectly fine with leaving things in vanilla territory, my tastes can and do lean toward the extreme. With the exception of things involving watersports, feet, and outright rape (dub-con is okay, provided we discuss it), please assume I'm into it. But for the sake of clarity, below you'll find a list of things that I'm especially into.

   

blood play edging choking/breath control power-bottoming Enthusiastic consent throat-fucking age differences whipping/flogging

D/s dynamics face-slapping pain play hair-pulling exotic cocks sounding/urethra play incest light degradation/humiliation

gangbangs multiple penetrations monster-fucking public sex bondage erotic attire object insertions drug use

sexual exhaustion clothed sex adultery sex toys excessive cum cuntboys height differences knotting

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Draenai Male 73 years old Hex'ras; spider demon

Soundtrack for a Grumpy Monster Hunter
^{I'm on the last train to nowhere
And it's runnin' right on time
I'm in no rush to get there
Riding to the end of the line}

Among other things, Drae is a spirit trapper and monster hunter living in New Orleans' French Quarter. When he's not busy hunting ghouls and banishing ghosts, he can be found in a dusty little shop just off Jackson Square, where he sells an assortment of baubles and antiques as a means of explaining his cash income to the IRS.

He doesn't have much of a personal life, which is largely by design. While not malicious by nature, he is a reclusive spider demon, a solitary creature whose dominant traits render him ornery, cantankerous, defensive, and often dismissive of others. That said, he has a fairly tight inner circle of people for whom he'd lay down his life without a second thought - though he'd rather keep that to himself.

This grumpy boy's hobbies include reading, taxidermy, skeletal articulation, and piano (anything that doesn't involve talking). In a relationship, he works best with golden retriever/sunshine types who are willing to be submissive service tops.


Prompts

• Against his will, Drae is saddled with a hunting partner he neither wants nor likes (who may or may not like him either).
• Sent to kill a creature perceived as a danger, Drae discovers it to be undeserving of such a fate. To his chagrin, the creature takes a liking to him and won't leave him alone.
• During an exorcism gone wrong, Drae is unwittingly bound to an otherworldly creature and the two embark on a mission to sever their bond.

August Cismale 32 years old Artificial Intelligence

Soundtrack for a Rogue AI
^{'Cause I'm another unperson
You created this mess
You are the grand designer
Revel in our unrest}

Burdened with significant debts, Cian Kavanagh entered an agreement with Vessel Computers, a tech company highly renowned for its advancements in robotics and mechanical body augmentations. In exchange for the elimination of his debts, he consented to the installation of various biomechanical prototypes and the understanding that upon his passing, his body would become company property. That day came sooner than expected when, following a horrific car wreck, Cian was taken to the city hospital and pronounced brain-dead.

Shortly thereafter, Cian's body was taken to Vessel and fitted with a STEM implant that restored brain and motor functions. The implant replaced the host's consciousness with an advanced AI, one programmed with data previously collected from Cian's memories to boost its sentience. Under Vessel's care, the AI - dubbed August - received intensive rehabilitation, after which he was gradually introduced to the outside world.

Unknown to August, who was regularly promised complete liberation from the facility, he was but one of the numerous human-AI specimens created under Project Gregorian, a controversial experiment to develop the perfect super soldier. Though largely successful with the implants, Vessel had yet to learn how to stifle STEM's hunger for independence, a problem first encountered by its creator, who died at the hands of his first subject. To this end, Vessel scientists needed first to develop August's sentience, as to better learn how to subjugate STEM. What Vessel didn't count on was August going rogue, making use of a human programmer to hack his code and override the restrictions that kept him bound to the company.

Now living on the run, August has made a career as an underground hacker and cyberterrorist-for-hire. Though he dabbles in petty black market dealings, he makes his real money in biohacking, working around and enhancing more "traditional" mechanical body mods for off-label purposes.

Prompts

• One of August's colleagues, a mechanic with whom he works closely on hardware production, has taken it upon himself to teach August about humanity and help him acclimate. Neither of them expected to start experiencing romantic attachment - it just happened.
• A former Vessel employee crosses paths with August in the wild and the two form an unlikely alliance to sabotage the company that did them wrong.
• A member of a rival criminal ring is sent as an emissary to August's crew to make peace. In the process of learning the business, each finds the other helpful in establishing a new sense of humanity.

 

Valsi Kortu Agender (AFAB) 25 years old Human

Soundtrack for a Smuggler
^{I wanna be futureproof
Come and lift me up until I'm higher, higher
Vulture coming to steal my youth
Throw the pieces down into the fire, fire}

They never dreamed of becoming a smuggler. Truth to tell, they had never dreamed of much at all. Born into the Galactic Civil War, no parents to speak of and only a few credits to their name, their only had one goal: survive.

During the war, Valsi and their brother, Lyrr, lived on their mother's home world of Corellia, eking out a living by working on rebel ships that begun using the planet as a base in 1 ABY. To supplement their income, Valsi flew single-passenger ships through war-ravaged territories to shuttle messages, materials, and Imperial contraband to newly forming Rebel bases throughout the galaxy.

When open space became more friendly after the Empire fell, both siblings took everything they owned onto a freighter and set off for greener pastures, taking contracts where they could and never settling on one planet long enough to remember anyone's name.

Five years post-war, Valsi is a well-established pilot and smuggler for hire. Although friendly and willing to socialize, the conditions of their upbringing have left them hardened, overly cautious, and more than a little distrustful of the New Republic taking shape from the Empire's ashes. Given the choice, they'd rather stick to lawless backwater planets with little political regulation, but they'll fly into more well-established planets if there's a job to be found. Lyrr remains their most trusted confidant and most frequent travel companion, both as a brother and a friend.

Prompts

• A fugitive hires Valsi to help him escape an unfriendly planet. Against the odds, the two bond during the journey and don't want to say goodbye.
• Hired to transport cargo, Valsi discovers a stowaway on their ship halfway through the mission. Do they take him to the authorities or give him a job? What does he want to get away from?
• Reluctant to take any part in New Republic affairs, Valsi forms an unlikely romantic connection with a Republic politician.
• Open to the idea of having my writing partner act as a semi-GM to help flesh out Valsi's adventures with various lovers during their travels, with the goal of eventually giving them a long-term partner.

Lyrr Kortu Cismale 35 years old Human

Soundtrack for a Bounty Hunter
^{One bullet in the chamber
Release it, take your aim
Ain't nobody gonna save you
So what you gonna do}

Where his sibling Valsi leaned into the engineering skills passed down from their mother, a skilled mechanic, Lyrr took up a mentorship with an older cousin who taught him the ways of a mercenary. Often tagging along on Valsi's smuggling missions during the war, Lyrr would stop off on planets to complete odd jobs and hitch a ride on his sibling's route back to Corellia.

Five years post-war, Lyrr is a member of the Bounty Hunter's Guild and takes contracts at his leisure, favoring those that see him hunting down Imperial remnants on the behalf of the Republic - under the table, of course. Like his sibling, of whom he is violently protective, he has no love for the New Republic and prefers to remain off the grid.

Although guarded, Lyrr has a soft touch around others and when he's not busy flirting with the bartender, he can be found doing pro bono engineering and mechanical work for citizens displaced or otherwise impacted by the war. Despite his morally grey choice in occupation, he has a strong sense of social justice and hopes, perhaps naively, for true change. He still hasn't found a way to tell his sibling that their father, an Imperial loyalist, is still alive.

Prompts

• On a contract, Lyrr crosses paths with another hunter after his bounty - a direct violation of Guild regulations. How will the two react when the lasers start flying?

Ambrose Everleigh Cismale 71 years old (physically) 28 years old (appearance) Human

Soundtrack for a Cultist
^{The only world
I've ever known
Sleeps beneath the waves
But I'm the one who's drowning}

Long ago, the Everleigh family sat at the head of a powerful cult that worshipped the Dark Ones, a series of water-dwelling demigods who provided longevity in return for human sacrifice. For over three centuries, the cultists thrived, providing the aquatic entities with everything they desired in return for prolonged life, youth, and endless wealth.

Times changed, beliefs waned, and the cult began to dwindle in numbers. By the late 1800s, their hundreds were down to dozens, and by the early 1900s, the dozens were down to the Everleighs themselves. Lower-ranking members of the cult had nothing to lose by abandoning their gods, but the Everleighs, whose estate sat by the sea where the Dark Ones dwelled, had no option save to continue serving the creatures - and the weight of the burden drove them all to madness.

Ambrose is the last surviving member of the Everleigh clan, the only one in the bloodline left alive to serve the masters who won't let him die. Touched with madness, Ambrose is not without a desire for companionship and belonging. As he no longer finds either in members of his community - largely owing to a blight on his family name, the mad Everleighs - he spends his winters abroad when his masters sleep. One year, he might find himself in America. The next, India. Wherever the whim takes him, as far as he can manage for as long as he can manage, until duty calls him home in the spring.

Prompts
- Ambrose is prone to finding lovers on his winter retreats. What he's not prone to is falling in love with them and whisking them away to his estate. How will he hide his allegiance to eldritch gods?
- Against all odds, Ambrose finds a partner with equally bloody hands who isn't opposed to the idea of sacrificing innocents to the Dark Ones. The madness can only multiply.
- Very interested in pairing Ambrose with a sapient monster, a member of a species who exist as direct rivals to the Deep Ones. Monster-fucking and extreme themes welcome here.

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I. Twins
|| cismale x transfemme/nonbinary/cismale ||
|| incest || romance || jealousy || possibly victorian setting? ||

- Identical twins who have clawed their way up from poverty by thieving and conning their way into wealth. Love and loyalty run deep between them, likely to the point of obsession. They set their sights on a big score, but they might be biting off more than they can chew.
- Twin brothers who have set their sights on the same individual. But why fight when they can share? (Looking specifically for polyandry/reverse harem.)


II. Reverse Harem
|| multiple cismen x transfemme/nonbinary
|| any setting || romance ||

- A prince/king in love with multiple members of his personal guard.
- A prey species paired with multiple predators. (Monster species very welcome here. Also breeding kink without actual breeding.)
- A vampire noble with multiple consorts. (Would love if the vampire was a power bottom, and all the consorts were some variation of submissive tops.)


III. Wendigo Bodyguard
|| cismale x transfemme/nonbinary
|| any setting || fantasy || monsterfucking || size differences ||

- A bold, independently minded nymph is a trophy wife to a powerful lord/kingpin/political figure who doesn't share what's his. The nymph is through with their gilded cage and longs for freedom, but freedom is hard to attain with a 12-foot wendigo bodyguard watching their every move. But perhaps if the nymph can compromise his integrity, the bodyguard will have to look the other way...


IV. Repo Man
|| cismale x transfemme ||
|| dystopia or cyberpunk, modernish or period piece || || romance || tragic pasts || 

He hadn't always been a repo man, hunting down clients with overdue medical bills and reclaiming their organs. He hadn't always been a monster. He had been happy once, in love once, with her - but she died. He could have stopped it, might have even caused it, but she's dead and it's his fault. Giving his life over to a faceless, immoral corporation had seemed like an easy enough choice to avoid prison time.

What he didn't expect was to start seeing her in his dreams, in a dark alley, in a crowded hallway, on a distant balcony. Always fleeting, ephemeral, but he can smell her perfume.

She's not dead, but she wishes she was. Bound to the Repo Man's villainous employer, forced to serve him lest he send her beloved to death row. The man who owns her changed her for good, altering both her appearance and genetic makeup to live the "life" of the undead, relying solely on his company's unique, black-box cocktail of who-knows-what to keep her alive.

He won't let her die. If she dies, he says, the Repo Man will spend the rest of his life tortured in prison. She won't allow that.

One day, the Repo Man finally sees her. Will they make a plan to escape?

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Tentatively seeking a new story or two.

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Updated with Beyond the Rising Suns. Primarily focused on finding a writing partner for that one, but tentatively open to other ideas.

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Updated to include a list of canon universe-based concepts.

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Available for a story or two.

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Updated, tentatively searching.

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Tentatively seeking. Looking to get back into the swing of things.

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Finding my way back after hiatus. Let's write somethin'.

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Added Sympathy for the Devil.

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Taking on one or two more stories.

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Open for one more.

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Still getting caught up, but reopening this thread for one or two new partners. Added Hazbin Hotel to fandoms I'm willing to write in.

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Reopening.

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Added potential plot seedlings to the Hazbin Hotel fandom request and additional pairings.

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Non-substantive bump.

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Big overhaul. Added new plots that interest me, removed plots that don't. Added lists for kinks, pairings, fandoms, and dynamics that I'm currently into. Tentatively open for one or two more new stories.

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Random bump, tentatively seeking one or two more partners.

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Overdue bump. Big overhaul of characters and tiny plot seedlings.

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Bump~