FluidOne's Concepts and Ideas

[FluidOne]

I'll be posting any ideas or thoughts here, if you ever are interested in picking up one of these games, feel free to message me!

About Me: I am genderfluid, happy to play male, female, or something in between roles. I tend to prefer to play more submissive roles, but I can dom as well. My post length varies depending on what's going on in the story, but I tend to write to match my partner. Typically I'm comfortable writing 2-3 paragraph responses with longer intros and shorter dialogue. I can RP either here on the site, or via discord, though I do prefer discord for OOC chatter(not that, that means it's exclusive to that. I'm happy to just PM). When the muse is right, you can see me reply multiple times a day, but I am very much a muse/mental health writer. Either I have a muse and wanna write 'til my fingers cramp, or I have no muse and can't put a letter on paper. I try to be open about what's going on, but anxiety does get to me, and the longer I wait, the more anxious I get. Please, if you feel like I'm slighting you or anything, reach out. :)

Face Claims: I can't do unoriginal FCs, as in stuff from existing anime, comics, or games. I generally use anime-style inspiration, not from a particular series, but simply in the eastern style, or some form of art, but will not use real faces, that or I'll just describe my characters.

More story focused games go below. Expected to go for a long term sorta deal.

The Barbaric Wolf FxM

For this game, I'm happy to play either the role of the wolf, or the man in this story. If I had a preference, I'd say I'd prefer to play the wolf, but that said, let me get on with the premise.

nsfw image for reference. Tagged: Furry

The image above is what triggered the idea.

The idea follows a woman who's traveled far in search of a mate. Perhaps her tribe of brutal warriors is made up primarily of women who, when they come of age, each take up the task of traveling the lands for a suitable mate. They either form their own tribes following the gathering of a mate, or return home, that decision to be decided as they find their one.

This game would be set in a world with little magic, any magic in the world being extremely rare and stemming from mystical artefacts. I would expect the story to follow a sexually aggressive female lead and a hesitant or downright dismissive male lead as they travel the lands together. Perhaps on their first encounter, she basically tells the man he WILL do as she says, drawing a blade to subdue him. The pair would fight valiantly, ending it in a draw. At this point, she would acknowledge him not only as a seed doner, but as an equal to her, and only pursue him more intensely.

We could take this story in a couple of directions at this point. The story could then follow her chasing after him, putting him into a number of sexual encounters as he travels the land, trying to earn his favor as he tries to fulfill some quest; perhaps of a personal nature, or simply as a sell-sword, or we could have him decide to follow her with the pair deciding together whether to return to her original tribe, or set out to find a new place to call home.

If you're interested in this game, you might consider who you would want to play. If you're to play the man, are you a warrior? A surprisingly capable scholar in search of those rare artefacts? Are you a dumb, oafish brute? Or are you some sort of paladin? Feel free to DM me if you'd like to play this out with me.

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When One Fails to Change MxM Fantasy/Sci-fi

The premise is between a guy and a femboy. Essentially a long time ago, a dragon took human form in an era of conflict and brought unity to all of the races of earth. Centuries passed and over thousands of years, the immortal Dragon led the peoples of earth into the stars. Now, with a star-faring empire, the dragon lives on an artificial capital planet. He has guards/keepers rotate as they age and die, and has grown cold after seeing countless friends die over the years. His latest guard has idolized him since he was just a child, and now has the honor of caring for the Dragon. Perhaps he can make the immortal dragon finally smile after so long. It's meant to be a bit of a sad story of a disassociated, stoic immortal having lost so many loved ones that they've grown disconnected from it all.

An opener is already typed up, so if you're interested, just DM me.

Intro

"My lord. It is time."

Sheets shifted as a long, scaled, green tale shifted under layers of fine silk before a figure rose from beneath the flower-patterns that garnished a large, king-sized bed, a canopy of gentle, white curtains held by posts at each corner of the bed keeping the yet dressed form modest beyond the curtains as it rose from the blankets.

"I've prepared your attire, my lord. It's time." Once again, that voice came to rouse the presumed lord before a wrinkled, withered hand peeled the curtains apart unveiling that cold-faced lord in question. In appearance, the lord was a young, doll-like figure with porcelain skin, picturesque brown eyes, and earthy, green hair. A long, thick, scaled green tail spoke of a draconic inheritance. One that had granted him such a position.

The lord sat for a moment, his eyes fixated on the wrinkled, elderly complexion of the figure rousing him from his slumber. Where once the lord had seen a young, eager knight, he now saw a man at death's door, ready to retire. There was a sadness in his eyes, one buried so deep behind the cold stoicism that'd been learned over countless millennia. Faces came and went. So many died in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

Finally, he rose from his bed, stark naked before the man that'd been his sworn protector began dressing him, garbing him in a black, turtleneck shirt and a long, blue skirt, belted at ribs, allowing his tail free movement, and completing the outfit with a modest, silken undergarment and a pair of heeled, white shoes. "I trust your replacement has been decided?" He asked coldly, not offering much more than the briefest of gazes to the man.

"Yes, my lord. He has trained long for this very purpose. He will serve you well, I've seen to it myself." The man said before rising to his feet with a smile. "Fifty years of service, my lord, and you've yet to age a day. You never cease to amaze me." He said wistfully.

"You've served me well, old friend. Thank you for your time... I hope your retirement serves you as you have myself. Perhaps a visit to Verdonia is in order." Came the lord's words in a dismissive cold tone. He hated to see another face change, decay, and soon, disappear. Humans were so fragile.


"Long ago, in a time of swords, bows, sorcery, and adventure, our lord was brought to us by the grace of god. The lord served the people faithfully, bringing peace to a world sundered by war and conflict through the might of his earth-shaping magic. No sorcerer, adventurer, nor king had but an ounce of his might. The lord stood above all, a beacon of hope, of prosperity, of power, and of courage. It was on that day that the peoples of our home-world were set onto a new trajectory, one that would take our kind into a new time of innovation, and technology, and in the end, send us into the stars, with the lord's watchful eye on us all." An instructor said among a thrall of students, interrupted by a raised hand.

"Mrs. Burns, how could the lord keep an eye on us for so long? Is it his baby?" Came the voice of a youngster.

"Ah, our lord is beyond us, Alex. The lord has seen the time pass before his very eyes, he's seen it all. The beginning, the progress, the changes, and now he watches us still. The very same lord you see speak for us all." She said warmly, a tone of admiration for this lord in her voice. "Lord Hana, the dragon of the Emerald Empire. Our lord has granted us the chance to bring the same peace to all the stars under our curtain, and shall outlive us all. He shapes our land into flats for our homes, grows the crops we need to sustain ourselves, brings forth wells of water to feed our crop, and legend says, even shapes the stars to ensure we have a bright future. It is said the lord can even bring the dead back to life, but of course, that would be irresponsible." She chuckled a bit. "Death is only a natural part of life. It is up to us to lead the lives granted to us peacefully by our lord Hana."

With that said, a bell began to ring, a schedule brought up on floating displays before each student. "Alright class, you're dismissed. Don't forget to complete your Career aptitude tests and return them to my inbox by tomorrow morning!" She called out as the students shuffled out the door of the small classroom. She smiled before rolling up an ancient display, an image painted of the lord long ago, preserved by way of an ultra-thin nano-fabric coating the sheet, one that would remember the flattened shape allowing it not to wrinkle or distort. With the image rolled up, she took her leave from the class, shutting off the lights behind her.


Each step down the hallway was dampened by an emerald carpet at lord Hana's feet, his soon retiring guard just behind him as he made his way to an elevator, taking it down. The journey down was deathly quite. This was to be the last time he would see his guard before meeting his new one. He kept silent, not a word uttered. The man that'd dressed him kept his eyes on the lord for a few moments as they traveled down before tearing his eyes away. The lord had always seemed so distant, even as they grew closer, it seemed as if there had been a wall between them, one that he simply couldn't supersede.

Once at the base of the building, Hana led his guard past a secretary's desk before stepping outside of the building to meet his new keeper. The building itself was a skyscraper, standing at the center of a city planet, artificially made as the capital of the Emerald Empire, aptly named Emerald station. The building was only riveled in size by an orbital elevator that would take businessmen up to a rather impressive, orbital shipyard, one used for cruisers that were simply too large to land. There were of course spaceports for smaller vessels at the ground level, but they were more akin to a number of garages dotting the surface of the planet.

"Your new handler should be here any moment, my lord. At that time I'll--"

"I am aware Johnathan. Please, just enjoy your retirement. I'll be fine. You no longer need to concern yourself with my wellbeing. Just be sure you live well." Hana stated flatly, his hands folded in front of him calmly.

Johnathan held his tongue. The lord had grown more cold in the last few months. Ever since he'd announced his retirement, that wall between them had only thickened. Once again, rather than a lord he could stand beside and protect, like when he'd first arrived, the lord was little more than a figure, untouchable, unreachable, ineffable.

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A clash of pirates, magic, and monsters FxAny

It was night time in the port town of Beach Castle. Many a sailor and pirate alike were wandering the streets in search of a good time and good booze. Most residents here knew to stay away from the ports during the night time. Especially if you wanted to keep your coin or your life. The guards of course protected the residential area, but were fine with the pirates running wild in the brothels and taverns near the ports. The mayor of the town was fine to look the other way as he made a tidy profit himself to do so.

As the night grew old, one such pirate's vessel pulled into the port. Known for it's black flag adorning the mark of a skull dressed in a single eyepatch with a single curled horn to the right, and a broken horn to the left. The It was the vessel of the great pirate captain

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an her patchwork crew of sailors. Each aboard her vessel had a reason for being there, be it running from something, seeking something, or serving their captain, with their captain being no different.

These pirates weren't known for being particularly malicious, nor particularly benevolent. They were known for doing as they pleased in the interest of themselves and their own crew, with a loyalty deeper than the greatest of trenches, and a pride taller than the greatest of mountains. Their ship was a deep, fine oak, with an accentuating, smooth grain, stained with a dark sealant to keep the water from soaking and rotting the board. Its bow was decorated with a dragon figurehead, pristine, and carefully maintained. It was guided by three masts, each adorned with white sails, and nets.

Once docked, the crew set out for their leave, some never to return, free to leave as they please, some simply going out to enjoy drink, women, men, drugs, and a bed that wasn't swaying. On the ass-end of the parting crew, came the captain. She was a tall woman, standing at 6 feet 7 inches. She had long red hair, a long, curled, obsidian-black horn, pierced through the bone with a pair of golden rings on the right side of her head, and a broken horn on the left. She had darker skin, tanned from a life at sea. Her right eye was a deep violet, unnatural for her fairly human appearance, her left eye was covered with a black eye patch, the left side of her face scared with unnatural, swirling marks, stretching over  the patched eye, part of her cheek, and extending to the edge of her lip. Her nose had a long, horizontal scar across the bridge of it, likely from a blade, her right eyebrow pierced with a golden ring. Her lips were dyed a deep, cherry red from expensive lipstick she'd likely stolen. Her right ear was pierced, a pair of golden charms hanging off of the ear, with her left hidden under her wavy hair. The woman wore a deep, hard leather coat with belts across the front of it, decorated in gold, and white ropes, her flag's jolly roger on the back of the coat, with the leather draping down to her knees. Under that was a cotton, black vest, and finally a silken white dress shirt with a puffed collar. her legs were dressed in thick, patched pants, the right leg of said pants stuffed into the crease of a simple, prosthetic leg, more than a peg, less than a full foot. Her left foot stuffed into a single, black boot. The left arm of her jacket was folded and pinned to the shoulder, covering a missing arm. On her belt, on her right side was a short sword, on the back, a dagger with the handle to her right, and a bottle of whisky tucked into the front of her pants. Under her jacket, on her left side, she had three pistols, each loaded, with plenty of ammo to spare in the right pocket of her pants. The woman had seen more than her fair share of inhuman acts, and so she chose freedom.

Once departed, she slowly made her way toward Drunken seal, looking for entertainment, a feast that wasn't rotting, simply some good company, and information. Her entrance in the bar drew plenty of eyes, unmet by her own as she slowly made her way to the bar, near by a man playing a cheerful, jaunty tune on a dwarven crafted piano, and finally took a seat, resting her arm on the counter before tapping it once to call for service.

Magic of Form

Long ago, life to the form of magical beings now simply referred to as shapeshifters. Over the years, these shapeshifters chose forms to stay in, be that human, elf, goblin, wolf, or any of the other fantastic races dotting the planet. These forms soon grew to be more permanent as the beings produced offspring, and they settled. Over thousands of years, those that once had pliable forms were stuck in their ways, losing their ability to change forms, while those that remained shapeshifters had their image twisted. They became known as monsters, as thieves, as deceitful. Distrust boiled over, and the great hunt began. Much like any other monster, they were hunted to near extinction. Those that remained lived in fear of being found out, changing from one form to another to remain hidden, yet never showing another what they really were.

What will you do when you catch one changing? One of the beings thought to be hunted to extinction. A being of an ancient, forgotten, progenitive lineage. A being that has long forgotten the past of their kind. A being that only wishes to survive.

Alone Together With Them Any x Any

This would be a grim zombie setting. Late in the year 2004, there had been an expedition far to the southern pole. it was meant to have been a research trip. Pull some ice to research that which lay buried under the permafrost. What this research uncovered was a parasite that'd once lay dormant, frozen for millions of years. God... They could never have known. The parasite came to be an extremely rapidly reproducing one. A form of life that would rewrite the brains of its hosts to spread more of itself from one host to another through means of fluid transfer. The transformation was radical, causing the body to continue to move even if flesh rotted from it. Even if the organs of the body began to decay. These bodies, now but lifeless zombies would bite, and scratch, and spit, and sputter, all for the sake of spreading that bacteria.

The governments of the world were too slow to react. "An isolated case" they called it. They tried setting up barricades, they tried to set up firing squads, they tried burning, they even tried to go nuclear, but nothing worked. The bacteria would lay in wait in its host for well over a week after infection before activating, meaning anyone could be exposed to it and not show symptoms until it was too late. By December of the same year, the population of humans had reduced by over 99.9%.

10 years since the initial outbreak, some stragglers had managed to survive, moving from one place to another, perhaps banding into small groups, some becoming bandits and psychopaths, but they survived. There have been attempts at forming civilizations again, but many have simply fallen due to one error or another. Some had even become immune to the parasite all together, though they were still hosts. These immune hosts were often branded, ostracized, feared, even hated. Some went so far as to pursue "vigilante justice" to dispatch of these "non humans." They were completely alone. Some managed to find allies here and there, but allies were few and far between...

This story is meant to be a bit depressing. I'd expect emotional beats of loneliness, grief, and a longing for things to be the way they once were. Our characters would each be one of these folks that are immune to the parasite. We'd still be fighting to survive against the zombies that don't know any better, but there would also be a unique level of hatred garnered from our fellow mankind. If you're interested, feel free to reach out. If you've played Project Zomboid, you might be familiar with it's trait system, I'd like something similar, where we'd each have physical/background strengths and weaknesses that somewhat balance out, but that's up for discussion. Feel free to PM.

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One-Offs These stories are meant to be short little things, but could easily be adapted to longer form games.

That Strange Knight FxAny

The Knight (NSFW)

This is a simple concept. A strange knight wanders the land helping those she can, and while she seems useless, she seems to have the strange power to grow in strength in equal measure to her arousal. - Again, not a lot on this story, but there's plenty we can dink with as far as setting, storyline, and things we wanna do go.

Alternatively, it could be that she IS a competent knight, but happens to get highly aroused through combat, having picked up the blade to satiate this lust unbeknownst to even herself.

Either way, I'd like to play the knight, if that wasn't clear. :>

Short Person Syndrome FxAny

This story would follow a girl who's grown up to be on the petite side. That said, she's got a lot of that small-dog syndrome. Lots of bark, no bite. The idea is that she'd be able to get out some of that pent up short-person anger by domming someone much taller than her. This could be a guy, a girl, trans, whatever. In any case, she'd usually be the one on top. Could come down to that other person getting sick of her being so full of herself that they take over from time to time, or something along those lines, but whatever the case, it should be fun enough to flesh out.

miscellaneous FxF knight story

I don't have a specific idea for this one, just a reference image for an RP. I know I want an FxF story, and I'd love to play the knight. Any ideas or thoughts, we can muse up together!

Just a Pet MxAny

In this story, I would be playing the pet.

A boy who's always been a bit strange, dressing effeminately, lots of pinks, dresses, frills, and cute things. Perfect for his master or mistress. He just needed a collar.

This story is pretty simply smut over story. A femboy being the perfect little pet, or being trained to be that perfect pet. Lots of anal, lots of oral, lots of humiliation. I would expect bondage, choking, exhibitionism, humiliation, lots of cum, and lots of worshipping. Feel free to reach out if you're interested.

Other Ideas: These are stories that aren't fully realized or fleshed out, just sorta in the ponderous stage.

A Gender Swapping Tale. Non-Binary x Any

I'm pondering up a story about gender fluidity for RP. I wanna play a character that transitions back and forth between male and female by way of some sort of magic or unrealistic science, meaning fully, down to the DNA, transitioning from one gender to the other, and occasionally being in the middle even. I kinda want the story to follow a character who's uncertain about their role, maybe this changing of genders wasn't something they ever wanted, born either male or female and raised as such until by way of some trickster god or some magic/scientific accident, starts shifting back and forth seemingly uncontrollably, first starting in the role of the opposite gender for a while, eventually settling into the ability to swap between genders at a whim. I'm not sure what I wanna do with the story exactly since it's just in the pondering stage, but yeah.

Note: I would be the one playing the character rotating through genders.

Very Specific Ideaas: These are rather unique ideas with a specific premise in mind.

Lost in the Tarnished Depths

In this story, I will be serving as your DM so to speak. This will be a story where you are along. I won't be playing a character to bounce off of yours, but rather I will be depicting a setting and showing the outcomes of the journey. This story will contain themes of horror, gore, dread, and mystery.

You have found yourself alone, lost in a strange system of carved tunnels, carved into limestone and filled with unspeakable, unknowable horrors. I will explain the world around you, and you will simply choose a direction, an action, or roleplay into the world a bit. You are just a normal human, and death is very much possible. As your DM, I will take care to advise you if a situation could be dangerous to the best of my abilities, rather than just out-right kill you.

We can use one of the following;
A D20 system, in which I will give you 27 points to spend on various DND-style attributes, allow you to allocate them as you wish to a max of 17 of any given skill with any skill differing in intervals of 2 from 10 giving you either a bonus or negative in that skill. (10 = 0 modifier, 12 = +1 modifier, 8 = -1 modifier.)

D20 System Stats

Strength (Effects how far you can jump, how hard you can hit, and how much you can lift/move): 8

Dexterity (Effects how fast you can move, how precisely you can operate, and how quietly you can move): 8

Wisdom (Effects insight, intuition, and perception): 8

Charisma (Effects how well you can talk your way out of a situation): 8

Intelligence (Effects how much you know, how much you understand, and how often you can get hints between rests): 8

Constitution (Effects how much you can get hit, how susceptible to madness you are, and how much you can handle the grotesque): 8

27 Remaining Points to spend. Minimum 8, maximum 17.

A story system, in which I take more care to let you know if something is dangerous, and we assume you succeed at most simple tasks, and fail at others, discussed between the two of us.

Expect this story to contain little to no sexuality, unless something unexpected happens. May contain themes of occult-rape, or things of that nature. Again, things we can discuss before hand if things are beyond what you're willing to stomach.

If you're interested, please DM me. We can do this RP either through PM, thread, or through something else like discord.

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