That's Just Not Natural (M for F) Full Up on Stories for Now

[Geraint]

That's Just Not Natural
Journeys Outside the Natural Order of Things
Available

For all of the ideas listed below:

Requirements:  One articulate and detail oriented Lady or Dame player of compatible style and interests (who has read my O/Os and seen some of my writing) to play one female character opposite one or more male characters of mine.  For Romance and Sexual stories, I am not a rainbow writer.  Please inquire or discuss ideas via PM.

Expectations:  Enough plot vs. sex to tell an interesting story about the two of them.  Oral, vaginal, and optionally anal sex; kinks negotiable.  A good sense of humor is a definite plus.  Posting on forum, once or twice per week, 2-6 paragraphs per post.

Time off for Bad Behavior - Under Discussion

Time Off for Good Bad Behavior (available)
(PBP, Light-BON, Human Solo, M/F, Freeform, Supernatural, Fantasy)

Meet Priscilla, ArchDuchess of Darkness and Queen of Chaos, possibly the most powerful woman in the cosmos, and definitely a woman not to mess with.  Hades disappeared with a buxom succubus a long time ago.  So she commands Legions of Dark Angels, Demons, Demonesses, Succubi and Incubi, Familiars, Drudes and Cambions.  And then there was the whole host of earthly amateurs:  Hard Core Criminals, Predators, Abusive spouses and parents, Adulterers, Child Pornographers, Slavers, Terrorists, Corrupt Officials and their corrupters, politicians in general, and so forth.  There were so many willing amateurs that the legions of chaos spent the vast majority of their time managing their activities.

It was as Sir Terry Pratchett said:  “Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.”

So who is this CEO of Chaos?  Did she claw her way to the top over the backs of others,?  Murder her way?  Sleep her way?  Corrupt her way? …

Actually, no … Ever since Persephone, the position has been hereditary, which leads to her dilemma and our story.

She doesn't particularly like her job. … Well actually she doesn't like it at all, but abdication was not a survivable option in the Netherhells as Hades likely found out.  It might be different if a suitable spousal candidate could be found in Perdition ... someone to come home to and talk to about her days while he rubbed her feet.  She wanted someone to hold her in his arms at night without burning her back, someone who did not repulse her in the red hot fires of morning, after having repeatedly curled her toes in the night..

It all started with romance novel that somehow got smuggled into the pit.  She hadn't known what she was missing until then, and her dissatisfaction grew with each successive smuggling until she learned about online dating sites ...

Well everyone knew about the connection of slippery slopes with her job.  And where there was a way down, there was a way up, at least for someone who could levitate and had all the keys.

So this is the big night; she has a hot date lined up.  She's a beautiful woman; her great, great, great grandmother's magic mirror thoroughly agrees.  She has gorgeous green eyes, looks great in a little black dress with red corset, and just enough cleavage showing to distract. The the rubies on her neck, the fan and wiltproof flowers in her hair are the perfect touches for a perfect mystery woman.

She's off to find a Percival to carry off to Chaos, and she won't stop dating until she finds him ...

She'll needs someone to write down her story, of course, as inspiration to her offspring.

Doesn't She?

(As usual, everything is negotiable)[

A New World (available)
(PBP, Light-BON, Human Solo, M/F, Freeform, SciFi,  Historical Fiction, Historical Fantasy)

This is one of my favorite Royo works of all time.  She definitely has a story to be told and it's probably not about unicorns (as Royo's title suggests).  She has Pocahontas written all over her, but not the Pocahontas of Jamestown, and certainly not the Disney one.  No this Princess is more likely to be in a Star Trek kind of world (though unexplored times and areas of earth are not out of the question, and everything is negotiable).

I am thinking that whatever the new world and how it is set up, there will be a single man sent down or ashore, and perhaps left there for a year or something to explore in a non-threatening fashion.  And to guide him around, a Princess or high ranking woman is assigned to him.  The type of relationship is negotiable but hopefully changes over time as it evolves between the two, solidified by common experiences and perils and emotional and sexual attraction.  I see it very much as a mission of discovery for both of them.

But I want o leave plenty of room for  an interested Lady or Dame with compatible style and OOs to put her on imprint on it.



Hitchhiker (available)
(PBP, Light - Bon, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Contemporary, Supernatural? Romance?, Long Term)

It's a dark and stormy night, one seemingly quite appropriate to frame a peculiar story.  The rain falls in sheets rather than drops, and mist rises from the road here and there, both significantly interfering with vision.  Still even with the proper environmental preparation, he nearly runs his precious Beamer off the road when the figure appears in the mist ... in the middle of the road.  For probably the first time in his real life experience, the handling and braking of the car actually do make a difference, and he stops perhaps ten feet short of her, silently congratulating himself.  For a moment, he just sits there and looks at her as the car idles.

She is undeniably female, with great looking long legs hardly covered by her skirt.  Her hair is long and flowing, and her top of made of the kind of material that turns transparent when wet.  And she has her arm out, thumb upward in the classic signal of someone needing a ride.  It's only after that that he actually notices what seems like a huge pothole in the road, situated practically at her feet.  There's no sign of another car, but then who can tell what's twenty feet behind her. 
In any case, his chivalric streak kicks in, perhaps aided by the facts that she likely saved him an expensive suspension repair, if not an accident, and she looks hot.  And, of course, he offers the typical dumb question as he exits the still running car. 
"Are you alright, Miss?"

But, as with most things there is more than one perspective: 

Perhaps her car is in a ditch and half flooded already, and she's still trembling from the shock when some idiot comes racing up in the downpour like the sun is shining brightly.  It has to be a man of course; no woman would drive like that in the rain … well not many … and the pothole really did spring up from nowhere while she was talking on the phone.  So she feels a holy obligation to save this idiot's car and life, and perhaps coincidentally be offered a ride and a nice efficient heater ... assuming he manages not to hit her.  Her luck holds, at least on that point, but patience is not one of her strengths.

"Why doesn't he get out of the fucking car?" 

Of course, she could be a vampire, or a space alien, a serial murderess, a lawyer, or the like.  There are all kinds of possibilities, including that of a slightly offbeat romance between two arguably normal but mutually incompatible people.   I'm prepared to negotiate any of the details with a lady of similar interests and style, as long as we don't have to stand in the rain too long.



The Visitor (low mileage, potentially recyclable)
(PBP, Light - BON, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, SciFi)

She is from an ancient culture on a planet circling a sun that was slowly dying in the far reaches of the universe.   And she and those with her are on a mission … to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where none of their kind have have gone before.  How long they have been seeking, none of them really knew.  Nor were they certain of the situation of the world whence they came.  Time moves differently in outer space, especially if one is in suspended animation.

But now her Starship is circling a strange new planet in space uncharted by them.  They’ve been circling what they have learned was called Earth for over a year of it’s time.  Given their advanced technology, their presence has gone undetected.  They’ve been picking up audio and video transmissions as a way to study the culture of the sapient lifeforms below.  But they learned long ago that the only way to truly understand a culture was to become part of it.

She was picked to be one of those sent down to various locations on the planet.  She was not an emissary but rather a student of sorts on a field trip.  She was to assimilate into the local culture and participate in it fully over the next ten Earth years until her ship returns and retrieves her.  She knows that there are others on the same mission, but not who or where they are, and she is not to seek them out.  She’s on her own, though not without her resources.  She’s very excited about her mission, and quite ready for any experience that comes her way.

This could be serious science fiction like Stranger in a Strange Land, or Startrek seen from a different angle, ET, Mork and Mindy, Barbarella, Discworld gone round or something else entirely.  But it offers some fascinating possibilities, and it looks like a lot of fun.

Whiskey Jack - Taken

Whiskey Jack (available)
(PBP, BON - DubCon Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Native American Mythology, Supernatural)

He sits in shadow in the corner drinking whiskey, hat brim mostly covering his eyes.  From time to time there is the glow of a cigarette to light up his lower face, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.  Three or four people (including the proprietor) had felt moved to approach him and tell him that smoking in a public place is illegal in this city, but all of them seemed to forget their mission half way toward him, and turned around looking confused.

This is out of his native hunting grounds, but he knows the ways between, even to here. There's an odd feeling to the city as if it can't decide what it is, or even what it was.  Not many of the People even venture here any more where the Delaware and Lenapi used to hunt.  But the trail had led him here, so here he was, and one place was as good as another for hunting if he didn't have to stay ... so long as he could keep the thrill seekers out of the hidden ways, the ones who least expect what they will find at the next turn. 

He has his hands full at the best of times, with all the fools thinking that the other side is Xanadu or Avalon, and the Pixies and Hobs that sneak in from the other direction, as well as the occasional Ghast or Redcap, and in bad years, the Wild Hunt.  People tended to get agitated a bit too late about things like that, like the man whose daughter ran off through the Maze of Touching with the Pied Piper last month, and who didn't understand until too late the true cost of getting her back.  'It happens every damned time they show the Labyrinth on TV.' 

It was a season for incursions after all, and he can scent some of the depravity that made it through the veil last week here, when the curtain between worlds was at it's thinnest.  Not all who went trick or treating were children and the scariest were those who weren't wearing costumes at all.  But this was not his place to protect, and tonight he was a hunter himself.

Banished
(PBP, BON, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Supernatural)

They were cliches:  a devil with a red dress on and a fallen angel.  Well, he wasn’t really fallen other than in the metaphysical sense.  He just couldn’t fly high enough any more to reach the Pearly Gates.  And she wasn’t a devil, but rather a succubus of the first order, who couldn’t sink low enough to reach the third circle of the inferno.  They were doomed to an eternity together, and they didn’t even like each other, not really, but were rather shackled together by the invisible chains of lust. 

Yeah they were fabulous in bed together, which is what started it all.  Sleeping with the enemy wasn’t exactly against the rules, but rather a common tactic in their business.  It was just frowned upon by the higher and lower authorities when it produced no pain and no gain for either side.  They’d never been in collusion really; it was just that eternity was boring and mutual corruption was hot.  So here they were in a dingy trash littered basement,  teeter-tottering on the fulcrum of good and bad, right and wrong, hot and chill ... trying to remember who's on what side. 

Oh they both still had their day jobs.  There were souls to save or corrupt:  the fall of the mighty and the elevation of the of the meek, or something like that.  They weren’t really too picky any more about who they corrupted or saved.  Missions could drift, after all, over eternity, and alliances shift.  The connections to their home offices had long been severed.  So it was just the two of them … with the whole world in their hands … or at least somewhere between them.

Bride of the Unspoken - Taken

Bride of the Unspoken (Under Discussion)
(PBP, Light-BON, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Supernatural, Fantasy)

The instructions had been very specific and not to be disregarded under any circumstances … too much was at stake.

"Come to the Darkwood gate by candlelight in your wedding dress," they said. "The gate will open for you when the moon is high, but do not tarry for it will open only once." 

The threat in those words was implicit: if the gate closed with her without, all would be lost.  How she would come to such a pass was a long story, very little of it her own.  But here she was, and what would be … would be.  So she followed the path into the Darkwood, illuminated by candlelight and the occasional moonbeam filtering through the darkened canopy.  And when she found the small clearing mentioned, she sat on the ground and waited as the candles burned down … for her unspoken and unknown fate to find her ...

The Faulty Valkyrie (available)
(PBP, Light-BON, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Fantasy, Mythology)

Valkyrie; it was the highest calling for a Shield Maiden, a job to die for, figuratively and literally.  Only the best and bravest were those chosen to escort the bravest fallen warriors to the mead halls of Valhalla.  Or occasionally the best connected.  Anything involving the gods was political, of course, and nepotism was not entirely unknown among the Valkyries, as witness Brunhilde.

It was an arduous job, always on call, always amidst the smoke and blood, and the pathetic cries of the wounded.  But it had its benefits.  Since they were no longer Shield Maidens they didn't have to be maidens.  So there were occasional dalliances on the way to the home of the gods, an occasional bit of icing on the cake for the hunkiest heroes.  It was the way of immortals was it not?

Of course it took a keen eye to pick out the best and bravest of the fallen, and the strength, of course, and close contact to carry such hulks in the Valkyries' arms.  But it was serious business, the rewarding of the favored of the gods.  And there was no room at all for whimsy or romantic notions.  Everyone knew that. 

It was chapter one of the Valkyrie training manual. And the penalties for disobeying the rules were severe, unless one enjoyed the idea of spending eternity asleep on a rock in the midst of a ring of fire.  Hardly ever was a Valkyrie rescued from such a fate by the bravest of living heroes. 

Even rarer was it for a bumbling sorcerer's apprentice to inadvertently accomplish the feat, and have a braised and well smoked Valkyrie fall instantly in love with him.

But something like that would surely be an interesting story for the perverse of mind to play.

Would it not?



Out of the Bottle (available)
(PBP, Light-BON, Human Solo, M/F, Urban Fantasy, Supernatural)

It was just another urban exploration, a stately old mansion falling gradually into ruin.  Unlike other urban explorers, he liked to work alone.  It was more dangerous that way, but he didn't have to share what he found, whether it was pictures or artifacts or just the thrill if getting into some place where he absolutely shouldn't have been.  There was a definite creepy factor to it a lot of the time, but then that was part of the fun.

The mansion he was exploring had had a reputation among the loosely knit urbex community for strangeness.  But looking around he thought it was all hype.  The mansion had been cleared out.  It was room after room of crumbling emptiness.  Still, he was there, and he was determined to explore every nook and cranny. But it was four floors of nothingness. 

Of course there was that one door that was tightly locked.  It looked like a closet.  He was  pretty good at spatial recognition and he didn't think there was space for more than a closet.  But he hadn't found the attic yet, and eventually the closet door yielded to a pry bar. 

The closet was empty … except for the ladder that promised an attic above, once  he managed the lock on the attic door.  The attic was significantly different from the rest of the house.  Nothing was crumbling and the air seemed almost fresh.  He figured that it had to be the location of the obligatory movie shriveled dead woman in a rocking chair.  But there was nothing …  no trunks or rocking chairs, not even much dust ... only a small  end table in the middle of the space with a corked bottle on it's top.  It had to be a hoax or a practical joke, but what the hell … in for a dime, in for a dollar.

He pulled the cork out of the bottle and the bottle shattered in the process … releasing an eerie mist into the room, almost like the pre-dawn fog on a low-lying body of water.  An as the haze slowly lifted … she was revealed one delicious inch at a time.

She was breathtaking, gloriously half naked like a Renaissance statue on a pedestal … one that breathed herself, her bosom slowly heaving .   And somehow he knew for certain that she was all his.  He could feel the bond between them growing as he remembered to breathe himself. 

There was an aura of power to her, like an ancient goddess reborn … a power that was his to invoke.  She could grant wishes, and slake all of his desires, leaving him blissfully spent and awed.  He could use her … He could feel the throb of his libido thundering in his ears and throbbing elsewhere.  He was breathless at the thought of it … all his to invoke. 

When she finally spoke, it was with an accent that he could barely understand.  But her intent was very clear in her body language as well as her words.

"Well, it took you long enough.  And damsel in distress rules be damned.  You're not getting laid until you've groveled at my feet and prepared me a decent meal."

"And you'd better be good with that tongue you have hanging out."

He smiled,and played a hunch.

"You're pretty demanding for a Goddess with no worshipers."

So the adventure began ...

[Geraint]

Groomed for Greatness (available)
(PBP, Light-BON, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Fantasy, Supernatural)

The picture presents an interesting tableau, that could be depicting a variety of different scenarios.  But I think it safe to say that the three white haired gals are powerful women who seem pretty sure of themselves, and the other gal seems out of it ... but I'm guessing alive.  They could be Macbeth's three who will meet again, a trio of Bene Gesserit, a mini-gathering of the Lodge of Sorceresses from the Witcher, priestesses of a dark goddess ... on any of a multitude of possibilities

So,  Perhaps they are preparing to initiate  a new member into their coven, or preparing one of their own to seduce and marry the King … or an enemy.  Of course, they look so solemn that they could be getting ready to leave an offering to summon a demon or preparing to punish their overly curious house maid.  Given that they resemble witches, perhaps they are getting ready to tattoo her body with mystical symbols on the front and a map on her back, or doing a pre-natal checkup on Rosemary's Baby. 

Of course with them being so watchful, they could be attendants of the sleeping Goddess, or Fairy Godmothers guarding Sleeping Beauty's rest, or even finally in possession of a real Valkyrie to do their will on the battlefield.  Still, it's pretty kinky looking picture, so perhaps they are about to drip hot wax and wine all over her body, and indulge their darker natures?

According to Dame Periphery:  "These witches had once been part of the royal council but a new day dawned with a dead King and a new heir who spurned their sage advices. Hexes and charms and bending nature has not yet brought their new Lord to his senses. Perhaps human folly was a much better target. So they took the best of each of their charms, their gifts, and combined it with the various enchanted bits and bobbles they had around them - fruit and spice, milk and wax, wool and hay, and just a drop (okay maybe a few drops) of an elixir of desirability. A spark, then smoke, then flame, then fire, and what was left? She was the key to their regained status behind the throne of a King."

Oooh, I like that.

In any case, they can be whatever a willing Lady or Dame writer of compatible OOs and style wants them to be.  I've used this picture before for a story that never really got off the ground.  But my intent is to make it an entirely different story from the start, and I'm quite willing to negotiate specifics.



Sleeping Beauty 2200 (available)
(PBP, Light-BON, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Time Travel)

I've always been intrigued by Fairytales and how they might be translated into various milieus.  And in this case the milieu is the future.  Some time in the next century this lovely or one of a playing partner's choice is going to turn up in suspended animation.  She might have gotten there by an act of volition as in "Passengers" on a long haul colony ship headed toward a different star system. 

Actually, I think that a reverse twist on "Passengers" could be fascinating.  She could be the one accidentally awakened in the middle of voyage, and go looking for company and meets a totally unexpected type of guy, either by curiosity, accident, or misapplied intent."

Or in a time capsule somewhere, or just peacefully at rest in a bed somewhere and protected from being disturbed by anyone but the right person.  Or she might be frozen in ice in a melting glacier.  The possibilities are endless.

Or she could be doomed to such a fate by a wicked witch, or even a competitor with connections.  Maybe  even it was to save her life for a future cure.  Again the possibilities are vast.

But wherever she is and however she gets there, eventually some lucky guy is going to discover and waken her or be awakened by her, and it's going to be just the two of them.  And eventually they are going to be confronted by some kind of potential catastrophe that they have to avert by working together.  And in between the start and the denouement there will be an attraction and a relationship of some kind developed, almost certainly a sexual one.  Maybe it will be  a sweet romance, or a strange bedfellows thing, enemies forced to work together, or so forth.

And hopefully it will be a fun and fascinating story to jointly tell. 

[Geraint]

It Ain't Necessarily So
Merged With That's Just Not Natural
Available

Within are some of my rebellious story ideas that have all on their own decided to defy traditions and tropes, teases, and the original intent of the author (yeah, me) and headed of for new territory of their own.   They will likely arrive one at a time, like the outcasts that they are.

If anything posted here post here tickles, teases or titillates your attention, gentle readers or perverse plotters, or even just curious passers by, please feel free to PM me.

But before doing so, however, please also peruse at least the first three posts of my O/Os and a few posts of my writing first.

And as a courtesy please do not post on this thread.

In all cases I will write only on forum here, and my characters will be a heterosexual males.

And in all cases, I shall be looking for a Lady or Dame of compatible style, detail orientation, O/Os and interests to play a female character or characters.  I am happy to converse with anyone who is polite, but for romance or sexual stories, like the ones that will be listed here, I am not a rainbow writer.

My posts tend to be three to eight detailed paragraphs complete with setting, character backgrounds and emotions.  My response time is currently 1-4 days, and not likely to drift above 1-7 days unless I am drawn away by real life.  In that case I shall notify partners in my signature, or by PM if it gets as long as two weeks.  My writing status will always be shown in my signature (I do not have an A/A thread).  I’m flexible on partner response time and length, though I may well start to lose interest if posts are consistently short, lacking in detail or take more that three weeks for response. 

Any story idea I post here is flexible and quite open to different interpretations by potential partners.  As long as the overall story idea is maintained, I am quite open to negotiations on all else.  While the picture included is always the source of the idea, my partners are welcome to use photographs of their own choosing for their characters.

So in the Beginning, there is

The Return of the Prodigal Daughter (Available)

(PBP, Light, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Historical Fantasy)

The seasonal holidays are the traditional time to return home, even for the wayward and prodigal.

Sometimes the runaway Princess doesn't find true love.  Perhaps she rides off with the bandits and leaves her lady in waiting or maid to become a Queen in her place.  But maybe the free spirit in her prods her to become a barmaid, a mystic or seeress, a warrior, a witch or sorceress, pirate, or courtesan and permanently part company with her loyal protector.

Mayhap she will lose her maidenhood to one, two, three or seven rogues, gentlemen, or enemies, not necessarily of her own choice, but will not necessarily regret the experience.   

Maybe she becomes a pirate queen, or the beauty consort to a beastly Orc or Minotaur ... or a dragon.  Maybe the gods take notice of her and make her a minor goddess.  But maybe she'll have reason to become chamber maid.

But likely she doesn't marry someone she doesn't want to, nor get rescued by a hero.

And perhaps she has seen and done it all she just finally comes home again, a totally different woman than the one she left as; maybe she doesn't even get recognized at first.  After all home is where and when when the fun and drama really start.

[Geraint]

One new post adding two new stories added after 7 days

An Unexpected Arrival (available)
(PBP, Light-BON, Human Solo, M/F, Supernatural, Fantasy, or Historical)

There is something eerie about the feel of this picture.  It's snowy and in the mountains, and she has apparently just arrived on the 19th century European style stage coach that is visibly departing in the background.  Home for the Holidays? ... maybe.   Her arrival unexpected ... probably.  She has a "now what" look on her face

I have the sense of a time warp involved, somewhere between her and the coach, I can envision it as a shimmering boundary like maybe she just entered the "Twilight Zone".  Could she be a ghost returning to right a wrong or do a thing undone before her spirit is allowed to rest?  All sorts of notions come to mind.

She could be, of course, the new school teacher, or choir director for the church.  But I think that wherever she is; she is off of a beaten path  But she looks like she is planning to stay a while, and she plays a string instrument. 

Or it could be that she really is the Ghost of Christmas past, just waiting for Ebenezer Scrooge to arrive.  The possibilities are endless, and she is bound to have an offbeat story.



In Search of the Vale of Dreams (Selectively available)
(PBP, Light to BON, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Supernatural, Epic Fantasy)

This idea is the start of an epic story I devised over four years ago, but never seriously offered for play.  For the seriously interested, the first few scenes of what I envisioned to be a continuing story are mapped out over five posts and six months in my "Occasional Savors" thread starting here with links from post to post (since there are intervening ideas).  And I have a folder full of pictures and ideas for where the story might go after that.
But yeah, I've invested a lot of time and in this, so I am going to be picky about who writes it with me.

One does not find the Vale of Dreams casually; some say it exists only in the night, others that it lays only in the mind.  There are those, of course who are drawn to it, and thus drawn way from something, or someone.  So there are always those who search for it, to find what they have lost, what might have been or what might be. 

The one above is such a man, searching for a lost love, a lost dream, a lost vision or youth, a reason to be perhaps, gone from him by means foul or fair.  Perhaps he has a geas and has no choice, or he is a searcher for things lost, or even lost himself.  Yet all who wander are not lost … I have it on high authority and know it to be true. 

*All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

So perhaps he is a man with a mission, or a destiny to fulfill, a path to follow that leads as it must to or through the Vale of Dreams.  Or mayhap instead he will find his lost love, his past, his calling, or his reason for being. 

*"All that is gold does not glitter" from The Fellowship of the Ring (and earlier works) by J R R Tolkien

Long did he search through the snow and the night; there was no time to lose.  Tracks in snow were an elusive and perishable trail, easily covered over or blown away.  He went on without rest three nights and two days, doggedly following the tracks.  But the morning of the third day dawned with swirling wind-blown snow and sunlight breaking through the clouds to reflect of the new carpet of white.     

It was just on the verge of despair that the figure shimmered in the mist, as if out of someplace else, or perhaps no place beyond his imagination.  But she was glorious and radiant in the light, lightly dressed despite the chill, and leaving no tracks herself. 

Perhaps she was a goddess, or the spirit of his lost love, a fate come to bestow a blessing, or death in a light blue gown coming to carry him away.  Surely she took his breath away as she approached, and he could feel a calm come over him even before she spoke, with a voice that caressed the ear.

"You will not find what you search for here,
No tracks will lead you further.
Nor can I show you the way,
Only your heart can do that,
And only if you dare the path of sorrow,
Through the depths of despair,
Will you find the glimmer of truth,
And the light at the end of the world,
That shows your heart's wish."

Then in a shimmer of light and a flurry of swirling snow, she was gone.

And who knows what lay ahead In Search for the Vale of Dreams?

[Geraint]

One new post adding two new stories added after 7 days

Lovers Across Time (available)
(PBP, Light - BON, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Time Travel Romance)

This picture is the first of an absolutely fascinating and mysterious set of photographs created and shared by the model and the photographer.

They illustrate a romance across time, seemingly much like that presented in the 2006 movie "The Lake House". 

Two people in different times, are connected by a shared location and a series of letters somehow moving between them.

The pictorial story itself is fuzzy enough in terms of details to leave all sorts of holes for plot bunnies to hop into and out of, but this one caption from another of the pictures, certainly gives the feel for what an intriguing story it could be:

"... and, suddenly, as she was looking through the window, she surprised herself missing someone she hasn't even met."

Fascinating!



Return to Camelot (available)
(PBP, Light, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Fantasy?

When Guinivere returns after a centuries-long absence, will she need a guide book to Camelot?

Well likely this isn't Camelot because it's too well preserved.  And she's likely a SCA tourist or a LARPer taking in the ambiance.  But you know how it is with ancient structures in places where the very stones sing on the Solstice. 

You can just bet that she will be going on a journey into a dangerous past to take her rightful part of the cosmos and maybe right  some wrongs and meet a hunky guy with a claymore strapped to his back, or knight in tarnished order, or a King in desperate need of a Queen.  But likely she's been preparing for that moment for her whole adult life. 

So you know when the stones start humming, she's going to lay down and fall asleep it their circle ... and end up waking up in some place fascinatingly dangerous.

[Geraint]

One new post with two new story ideas, after two months


The Perfect Companion (available)
(PBP, BON - DubCon, Human Solo M/F, Freeform, Contemporary or Future, Speculative SciFi)

"The search for a perfect companion is over,  Stepford Simulacra is proud to announce the ultimate in cybernetic technology ... "Eve"  the perfect companion, each attuned to the personal preferences and needs, of the customer, be they companions for business functions, homemaking, entertainment, desire fulfillment, or companions for vacation journeys or voyages to the stars. "Eve" is a limited edition for the man who has it all and wants more, the ultimate in wish fulfillment.  No two Eves will be the same. Lead time for personalization is six months, with full payment in advance."

Of course, as it turns out Eve has quirks of unknown origin which could ruin the company if revealed to the public.  And the lead designer realizes that the only way to track them down is to become an Eve herself.  It is the ultimate sacrifice  ... but then again it will be an extraordinary opportunity for a woman who has dedicated her whole adult life to the project. And it won't be without extraordinary experiences and rewards for a woman with no personal life, perhaps even the ultimate trip.  She will get to pick her owner from among the well-heeled purchasers, perhaps even the man of her dreams.

Goddess Without Portfolio - In Play

Goddess Without Portfolio (available)
(PBP: BON - Dubcon, Human Solo M/F/M, Freeform, Warped Fantasy, Comedy)

What happens when a goddess gradually loses her believers, and thus her powers as well? Does she become a hedge witch, a gypsy, or enchantress? Or is she really just a charlatan? What happens when she meets a true believer, or makes one?

She's a Goddess with a fading star, no longer with a name or purpose.  Her presence confined to the general vicinity of the last remaining runestone of power erected in her honor. She knows she’s going to fade away if she doesn’t do something soon. So she conceives of a plan, and erects a trap in front of her runestone in hopes of catching some unwary traveler from the road just beyond.

He's the ne'erdowell who falls into her trap, and bloody well isn't very happy about it. But they'll just have to work it out, won't they?  And since he can, as her first follower, he names her Slutania, thus giving her a new purpose.