Kelixia's Altar Of Concepts (Mostly FxAny)

[Kelixia]

Introduction

Hello! Hi! Hello! Welcome to my Seeking thread. This is where I'll be posting all of my plot bunnies and openers to try and entice potential partners. If you see something you like in here please DO NOT post in this thread. Instead send me a PM so that we can chat about it! I’m excited to hear from everyone.

I have an O/Os that you should look at, perhaps before perusing this thread. Just to make sure that we’re compatible and looking for the same kinds of things. If something in this thread, or my O/Os, sparks a plot bunny of your own then don’t hesitate to send me a message offering it up! I love to hear about other people’s inspiration and we can always try and build a fun story plot together, instead of selecting one I’ve already come up with.

I also cover my expectations for partners, and the genres I’m most interested in that O/Os thread. This thread will contain only the specific story ideas that have crossed my mind and inspired me to write their intros. Most of my story explanations do not detail or comment on your character's gender or appearance. I'm open to any pairing, I'd even modify my character and portray a different gender if there's a pairing you were more interested in. If something is set in stone I'll make a note of it in my explanation of the idea.

All of these intros are only the first version. They aren't exactly what I'd use in our story, I'd modify and customize it to fit our newly built and established expectations, but it's my first, barebones, stab at it! I just wanted to give you a general idea of my writing styles and tone, but I'd flesh out the intro a bit more once I knew both of our intentions with it.

(Open)Long-Lost Battery (Sci-Fi, Romance, Short-Term or Long-Term,Pseudo-Innocence, Discovery, Exploration)

Synopsis: I’ve always adored the character trope that Firefly and The Fifth Element rely on and I’d love to write a tale centered around it. A person, through any means, be it time, experimentation, or birthright, has developed powers while remaining completely isolated from society. Then your character meets that person and has to pull them into the throes of society, usually while protecting them from the force that contained them previously.  Below I’ve written an intro in the spirit of this concept. This is of course not set in stone. If my introduction simply inspires a similar story you’d like to write, then reach out to me as well! 

I’m looking for either a short-term story where we tell the story of my character’s rescue and recovery, ending the tale once she is released into society, or in some new bindings. Or a long term one where she joins the crew or team your character is a part of. Let me know what you have in mind when you reach out!

I envision my character, freed by yours from her prison, has psionic powers. Marvel Mantis level emotion detection, weak mind reading, and, if the story continues long enough, telepathic communication and weak telekinesis. More importantly for the story, those powers manifest a near constant level of electromagnetic energy leaking from her body. Electronics touching her body of course wouldn’t work. But most importantly, that energy can be harvested with the right tools and a series of conversions. As long as she is alive you could use her to power ships, to power anything you wanted. WIth the right poking and prodding you could power cities perhaps. This is what she was being used for prior to her rescue by your character.

I envision your character had no idea she would be here. Perhaps they received a mission to “retrieve a powerful battery and sell it to the highest bidder?” So they raided the base of a well known, infamously powerful, AA cannon with a mystery power source, only to come across my character powering it instead of battery. This would mean, if we go the short term route, that you could roleplay your character to choose the darker options of selling her off, or using her to power something of his own wishes. Those are my thoughts so far. Let me know what strikes your fancy and we’ll talk it out from there!

Intro

The young woman laid on her back, staring up into the dizzying light. It flickered again and her wispy voice bounced slowly between the padded walls, “five hundred eighty six…”  Her eyes, resisting dilation, stared directly into the bright white lights. She could feel the burn behind her pupils, flashes of pain moving over damaged irises. She didn’t care though. Her mind was far from here, recessed within herself.  She was numb, numb to the burn in her eyes. To the goosebumps on her skin.

Goosebumps caused by the sheer thin nightgown that covered her torso. It did little to warm or comfort her. Or to conceal her dark purple panties and bra. Her underwear, a beacon of color in her white padded cell, shrouded in bright white light. The only things she had been granted control over. Allowed the privileged right to request underwear of a specific color. She wasn’t always this naked in her cell. Some time ago they had given her baggy pants and a disconcertedly unfitting T-shirt. In the last couple exams though she’d used her clothes to blind her torturers, using the distraction to maim them. Such violence had earned her the punishment of exposure, of near nudity.

She also believed it had lost her the right to food, and maybe her socialization for some time. She wasn’t sure of this, but she had never made it to 500 before.

“..Five hundred eighty seven…”

Many exams ago she had counted the seconds between flickers, and found it to be…incredibly inconsistent. Such inconsistency meant she couldn’t really use its flickers to track time. Yet she carried on. Counting the moments of darkness as if they gave her semblance of control.

They did not.

Instead she had the growth of her hair, and the frequency of her exams to measure time with. Of course they shaved her body every exam, and they used to shave her head. Wait. She thought for a moment, missing one of the flickers as she contemplated. Had they shaved her head last time? Perhaps they had. She reached up and wrapped her hands in her auburn hair, now hanging well past her shoulders, past her breasts. No….certainly they hadn’t shaved her head last time. That would mean it had been…well it would take years to grow that much hair. They must have made her forget one of them. One of the exams.

“...Five hundred eighty eight.”

She counted again. Then darkness invaded her cell. She thought she was still awake. She could still feel her padded floor. Reaching to her body she touched her navel, felt her skin. She could feel her hand dragging across her flesh. Awake. Surely awake. She sat up and blinked hard a few times. The lights were out. The lights had never gone out. Since her imprisonment when she was 8 years old, the lights had never gone out.

Slowly the young redhead crawled to the side of the room that harbored the door. Not that she could make it out on the wall, even when there was light. The door was well covered and well concealed by padding. She leaned her back against the soft wall, and listened to her breathing. Listened to her heartbeat. Second nature in the darkness, she began to count her heartbeats, her second favorite pastime. Second only to counting the flickers.

She had counted three hundred heartbeats when…she heard something from beyond her cell. That was new. She could never hear anything beyond her cell. It sounded like a muffled explosion, from the dampening effects of her cell it sounded like no more than a small popping sound. She was no fool though, a sound capable of penetrating all that sound dampening must have been oh so incredibly loud. Only a few heartbeats later and the door to her cell opened. She crawled back on her hands a few steps and then shielded her eyes with those same hands, looking towards the door.

Standing there, silhouetted by the light was a figure she’d never seen. This time they weren’t wearing a labcoat.

(Open)The Rich Get Richer(Dark, Cyberpunk, Shadowrun, Gritty, Revenge, Blackmail)

Synopsis: I’ve always adored the Cyberpunk genre, delightfully delving into Shadowrun RPGs, Shadowrun Tabletop, Cyberpunk 2077 and Cyberpunk Edgerunners. However I’ve never really written a story within the genre or setting. In this case I’m choosing to target Shadowrun. Although I think I have retained more lore from 2077/Edgerunners, as they’re more recent. I adore the fantasy and magic elements of Shadowrun a bit more though. If you’ve never heard of Shadowrun at all, that’s totally okay. Just picture it as Cyberpunk but there are also some fantasy races and ghosts. That about covers it. If we actually end up writing the story together I’m happy to fill you in on any relevant details that I reference.

I’m open to just about any typical Shadowrun story in all honesty. I’m going to make one up here, almost purely as an example. If you have a character that you think fits well with the one that I describe/illustrate below. Then please run it by me and we can think up a situation that puts the two together in a more compelling way than what I’ve done below. This could also be run in a GMxPlayer style game. If a Shadowrun capable GM wanted to run it that way. I would absolutely love that as I haven’t ever played in a Shadowrun game, only run them.

For this specific intro I envision your character is one of the shadowrunners that my character will be meeting on her first job. Yeti would be your fixer as well and he’ll be giving the both of us an assignment to accomplish. Short term I believe this story is resolved after three missions. My character gets revenge on her family. Long term she gets revenge, or doesn’t, and enters the true shadowrunning world with your character as a partner. Let me know what you think!

Intro

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Lana was destined for greatness from the moment she breached the womb. She had everything a kid could want. Her own butler, private education, her own garage full of expensive cars, and access to all the trideo and simsense a kid could ever want. Unsurprisingly, all the access to The Matrix, cars, and nightclubs can’t replace the warmth of a loving parent. Her rich mother and father, buried in the sheets and Nuyen, left the parenting to her butler Reggie. While Reggie was a delightful role model, Lana’s growing contempt for her parents exploded when she was 20.

Lana had been plotting since she finished her formal education. She was smart, smarter than most, but the idea of furthering her education just to be trapped in the palm of her parents for the rest of her life was a self-cannibalizing thought. It ate her up fast enough that Reggie, in an attempt to comfort her, purchased and provided her with a fake SIN. This inadvertently introduced her to the world of shadowrunning. She used this, in combination with her training in electronics and cracking to learn more about her father figure and Butler Reggie. What she learned would be the turning point in her criminal career. Reggie was nothing more than an indentured slave, held under Lana’s parents thumb through blackmail. They owned him, more importantly, they owned his parents.

She was young. Young and naive. So she did what any rebelling child would do. She went to the black market, bought the connections she needed, and bought Reggie out from beneath her parents. It was a win-win. She got to save Reggie from his life of slavery and get back at her parents for disregarding her. Lana gave Reggie the good news, they hugged and he thanked her. Reggie collected his savings of Nuyen on credsticks, trashed his script and drove with Lana to pick up his parents and skip town. Lana had of course paid off Reggie’s debts, as well as his parents, with her family’s own money. When they arrived, Reggie’s parents were waiting outside for them, but when Reggie stepped outside of their 4-door Dynamit a bullet spread his brain matter across the pavement.

Lana screamed, but no one would hear it. The neighbors would hear the sound of the next two gunshots instead. Lana was crying already. Her pink “NO fucks given” crop top standing in bright rejection of the reality as she slid to her knees next to Reggie. There was no gargling breath to hear, no words of comfort to provide. Just three dead people. Free from their corporate overlords, but lost to the meat world.

No one interrupted her grieving. No one spoke to her. No one walked by. Minutes passed as she screamed her rage into the night sky, until a text flashed across her commlink. “Come home child.” It was from her mother. Lana wiped her tears and stood, looking at the dead around her. She looked at the neighbors peering from their windows. She opened the door to the Dynamit. There was no point in resisting. This is what happened when she tried to fight back. People would die. Her friends would die. She lifted her commlink out of her pocket to reply to the text, but it was the wrong commlink. This was the one Reggie had gifted her, the one linked to her fully developed fake SIN. She looked at it, at the name flashing across the top, “Echo Null.” She looked at Reggie’s corpse and gulped, struggling not to vomit. Then a text popped up on her Echo Null commlink.

“You don’t have to go back. Do you want to make them pay?”

There was a moment of pause and then another text. “Leave the car there. Walk into the alley.”

It was a fool’s choice. A moron would walk into the alley maybe. A moron or a wealthy young adult walking into the arms of a kidnapper who would blackmail her parents. But the trauma of the moment must have overwhelmed all of the rational parts of her brain, because Lana shut the car door…and walked into the alley.

There was a man there, an orc. He didn’t say a word. He nodded in her direction and turned, motioning for her to follow him. She did. A physically incapable young woman following an orc into a dark alley after a gruesome murder took place in a neighborhood. What a fool.

They walked for an hour at least before the orc walked up to a car and motioned for Lana to enter. She did. The orc slid into the backseat after her and the car sped off. The orc reached over and Lana reached for the door handle as if she would jump from the moving car. The orc pulled his hand away and spoke instead.

“You’ve gotta trash it all. Your commlink, your receiver, your gun, anything they gave you.” Lana’s shoulders drooped, collapsed. Then she slowly pulled her belongings from her pockets, and from her purse, and put them on the seat between them. She saw the text from her mother just before the orc collected it all in a black bag.

“Where the fuck are you going? I said COME HOME.”

A motorcycle pulled up beside the car at a red light and the orc handed the trash bag full of Lana’s belongings to the man aboard it. Then she gulped. That was her lifeline out of here. To safety.

The orc looked at her and chuckled, “Ya know…you’re really fucking stupid. I mean you had amazing scores on all your tests, but you just got into a stranger's car and threw your life away because he told you to.”

Lana spit in his face. The orc chuckled. “Name’s Yeti. I’m a fixer. And you’re my new engi, or my new decker. You owe me two jobs, Lana Chelebek. Two jobs and then Lana Chelebek will disappear from my memory and only Echo Null will be left. I think that’s a fair price to pay for freedom.”

Lana didn’t reply.

She had no one. Her friends wouldn’t help her, Reggie was her only out and she had just gotten him killed. She reached up and touched her face. She was still crying, her makeup streaming down her cheeks. She gave in, curled in on her legs and cried. Yeti didn’t speak. The car stopped eventually,but the dull sounds and view of the city outside didn’t stop her tears. Lana bawled for a long time. Yeti watched. When she was done, when she could breathe again and sat up wiping the tears from her cheeks, Yeti exited the car and opened Lana’s door.

They were in the worst part of town, parked outside an apartment building. Yeti walked Lana to the top floor and opened the door to an apartment, 3101, end of the hallway. “This is your room till you don’t want it anymore. There’s cameras inside, and in the hallway, so don’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to see. You’ve got my number. There’s food and water in the fridge. I’ll come pick you up in two days for the first job. Good luck kid, and you’re welcome.”

Yeti pushed Lana inside. She let him, locking the door as he shut it behind her. She sat down on the floor, her back to the foot of the bed and looked up at the cracked paint on her ceiling. Resolve was settling into her gut, seeping into the crevices of her mind. Two jobs. Two jobs and then she would make them pay.

(Taken)A Dutiful Healer(Isekai, Romance, Slow-Burn, Sleeping Sex, Centaur)

Synopsis:This story is definitely inspired by some of the time that I’ve spent delving into Corruption of Champions 2, so shout out to them I suppose. There are lots of centaurs and centaur sex in those games and it’s got me inspired for a isekai centaur slow-burn romance story.  Unlike the stories above this one, this story definitely boxes your character in quite a bit. You would have to portray a male, and you’d have to portray a centaur.

The story is basically that my character or your character get isekai’d into a fantasy world similar to The Rising of The Shield Hero. Or we could have it be even more video game coded, like that of Sword Art Online, if you’d prefer. Your character, a centaur is isekai’d into a world where centaurs don’t exist. Then my character is assigned to you as a keeper/support individual who is supposed to be helping you develop your skills to overcome the great evil that is sweeping the lands. This better aligns with my vision of my character being a supporting character to yours anyway.

I don’t have anything in mind specifically for the great evil, but it could be a growing wave of demons that gets worse every round. It could be a series of towers that we have to conquer. It could be an ever growing blight that is infecting the current population and must be defeated. Anything that strikes our fancy.

What’s important to me is that my character, in sleeping in your tent or room each night, becomes infatuated with your body and eventually your cock. After a couple nights she’d ask to sleep cuddled up with you. Each night she would grow a little more confident and a little more eager. Eventually getting to the point where her actions at night were waking you up, but for a time you’d pretend to be asleep. Until eventually our characters confront one another, address the actions, and develop the relationship into one that exists in their waking adventure. This is a slow burn, so we’ll be doing a decent amount of storytelling and world building around the nightly explorations as well.

I envision the story ending once their relationship is solidified and she is servicing him nightly. If we’re still enjoying writing it together at that point, then we could write it all the way to the defeat of the big bad as well.

Intro

Ruby was the best priest the clergy of Mother Leven had to offer. So when the king summoned a tribute, Ruby wasn’t surprised that she was selected. Her healing spells and herbal remedies far surpassed those of her peers, and it was with pride that she accepted the assignment to ride to The Capital and greet the king.

It was a mysterious assignment to say the least. The rest of her peers had been sent to churches and healing establishments around the continent, to act as The Mother’s graceful hands in the face of the evil that threatened this land. Ruby spent a great deal of her wagon ride contemplating what her assignment must be. Perhaps the king himself was in need of a priest in his service. Perhaps The Capital was facing some kind of threat they had kept hidden from their constituents. Perhaps there was a secret force of assassins that was in need of a healer to help them recover from each of their excursions. Ruby’s imagination wandered for the whole of the trip, until they arrived in the capital.

It was with great excitement that she bounded from her seat and entered the central cathedral. The priests present there greeted her warmly, and Ruby took a seat in the neighboring room, awaiting the arrival of The King and his entourage. It didn’t take long for them and they immediately requested her presence. There, in the great hall, the King informed Ruby of her role.

“You my dear sweet Priestess have been granted the most righteous of roles.” The King spoke, his voice booming through the hall. The room was filled with none of the healers that had filled it when she arrived. Now it was empty save the King and his council of eleven oddly dressed constituents, and two attendants. “Today we perform the ritual! The twelve great leaders come together to summon a creature of unfathomable strength from beyond our realm!” The king bellowed, and his cabinet nodded along. These eleven men and women must be the leaders of the rest of the kingdoms. She realized. What an honor. “You. The best of our Mother, will guide and assist this great powerful being on their journey through our lands as they cleanse it of evil! Do you accept this burden!” The King asked, extending a hand towards Ruby with a gleaming smile plastered across his face.

Ruby took in the words, but barely registered their meaning, overwhelmed by the King’s bravado. She simply nodded, mustering all the courage that she could in the motion. “Of…Of course Sire!” She said, her voice not carrying the confidence that she had wished upon it.

“Excellent!” The King said.

An attendant guided Ruby to step aside as the King and his entourage began to form a circle in the center of the room. She watched as they chanted in a language she didn’t understand. After a short few moments a flash of light blinded her and when it cleared, a creature, the likes of which she had never seen, stood in the center of the group.

(Open)Not All Summonings Are Created Equal (Succubus,Shapeshifting, Romance, Violence)

Synopsis: This story is one I’ve seen before, and you’ve probably seen before as well. The story of a succubus summoned to the mortal plane. I would be playing the succubus and you would be playing the summoner. There is a slight twist to the story. I envision my succubus, in almost all cases, prefers living in the mortal plane to living in hell. In each of her previous summonings she has done everything in her power to scribble her true name into books, and spread the spells and rituals to summon demons as far and wide as she can, without breaking any of the rules imparted on her by birth. Nevertheless each time she ends up back in hell eventually. This time though, she doesn’t get a normal typical schmuck who wants to use her for sex.

This time the summoner is a demon hunter. They didn’t summon her to pleasure them, they summoned her to interrogate her for information on other demons. This interrogation turns profitable fast as the succubus has particularly loose lips. Considering she has no interest in returning to hell, she’ll do anything your character asks of her that’s within her power. This leads to a conversation about what she is capable of. What she can do for your character. Quickly leading to the realization that your character can keep mine around and use her powers to continue hunting demons far more efficiently.

And thus we have a classic Lucifer (by FOX) style story with your character constantly trying to keep mine on a short enough leash to not expose her presence to the world, but also keep her around for them to use to the peak of their benefit.

Short term wise I envision this story lasting until the demon hunter eliminates the big target they had in mind when they summoned her, and then we fade to black on a life of happy sex. Long term wise I envision this story lasting 15 seasons and 327 episodes. After all there’s always another demon to hunt.

Fun fact my name, Kelixia, was the name of one of my succubus characters in a campaign once.

Intro

Elisithia Gabrazonik Mhyrorina, or just Eli for short, despised her life in Hell. She was under the impression that all lesser demons despised their time here. Of course there was a time in her existence, or life, that she didn’t hate it here. The time before she knew there was anywhere else to go. Time flows differently in hell than on Earth, so she’s not certain how many years she existed prior to her first summoning, but they were vast. She came into being, created by a greater demon to service his whims. She did just that, happily, excitedly, for what felt like an infinite amount of time. When she began to droop, to fade in her enthusiasm, she was discarded. Her lord made a new plaything and tossed her to the rats that scurry among the tunnels of flesh.

There, in the tunnels of filth, she learned of hunger, of starvation. A succubus with no lord was worth nothing. She worked, and slaved. Physical labor meant for Imps was unbefitting for a succubus, but it was the only way she could find sustenance. And yet another eternity passed, working alongside vile imps to make ends meet until eventually a lord-imp took a liking to her. He fed her and used her as his plaything for a time. This timespan however did not make it to the status of eternity. Her first summoning occurred.

A bronze spear staked her heart from the abyss, interrupting her revelrous debauchery with her lord-imp. She screamed in pain, brutalized in a way her tortured masochism had never inflicted upon her. Another bronze spear staked her arms, and her legs and then, like a fish plucked from the sea, her body ripped upwards. The ascent dragged her through floors and ceilings of rock that smashed against her and then repaired in an instant. When the climb was complete a flash of blinding bright light filled her eyes. Slowly she blinked the light away and what she saw was a young man, wide eyed with a book in his hand.

Her first summoning was by the hands of a lecherous 19-year old. He pined for her body and she gave it to him. The delights of the human world tantalized her, distracted her. The food was amazing, delicious. Although she didn’t need to eat to survive she adored fruit, cherries specifically. Their sweet nectar. Even the human’s cum was delicious compared to that of demons. She learned of Earth. Of its history. Of the humans that lived on it. How they fought, how they quarreled, how they fucked. How they argue amongst themselves about whether demons even existed at all. But it was short lived. A short 3 years of life on Earth before the young lad was raided by priests and demon hunters. They slaughtered him where he stood, covered Eli in holy water, and cut off her head with a bronze sword.

She awoke, aggravated, in the pits of the imps where she had been laboring years before. Though she grieved her departure from Earth for a time, she returned to work, to survive.

Her second summoning, Eli felt the bronze spear pierce her heart and felt a glee that could’ve overcome any amount of pain. She was not as lucky this time though. Her summoner was a brute of a man. He kept her trapped in a ring of salt in the basement of a church for years. Until he too was killed.

Her third summoning, she was prepared, and far luckier. Her summoner was a curious young woman and while Eli fulfilled her curiosities, she spent all of her free time spreading her true name, and the summoning arts, in every book and crevice she could scribble them. She could never speak her true name, or write it in its entirety. So she wrote it wrong, wrote pieces of it on ripped pages and old stones. Eventually her summoner was caught and slain again.

This was the story of the rest of her summonings. She had been summoned ten times now. She was spending less and less time in hell. Now she was not being summoned by luck, not summoned by generic rituals targeting a random succubus. No, they were summoning her by name, whether they understood that or not. In her last two summonings the same demon hunter had killed her, she was becoming wary, watchful for the signs of their impending crusade.

She sat against a stone wall in the tunnels, she had been in hell no more than a few Earth days and already she was getting antsy, and hungry. She refused to work, she could wait it out. She had done just as much the last couple times here. Then that delightful bronze spear cracked through her spine and a grin spread across her lips that would’ve made the Cheshire cat bashful.

She was not ready for what awaited her. She blinked the blinding light from her eyes and opened them to see a silhouette among a dungeon. A salt circle around her body, a perfect ritual circle carved into the stone floor. A heavy locked door. She had been summoned straight into a dungeon, summoned straight into a trap. She looked up towards her captor.