(Insert catchy title here) - (Extreme themes and play, WIP)

[Cream]

First and foremost, I haven't done one of these in years.  That'll show.

I really want to get back into this writing thing.  I had a recent group game experience that went wonderfully, until real life got in the way and left me incapable of keeping up.  But writing is a fantastic and safe outlet for me to explore avenues of personality, society, and the extremes of the human condition that I am (obviously) not able to explore in real life.  That being said, at the time of the initial writing of this thread, that is what I am searching for.  Themes.  Feelings.  Exploration of the dark things, or the silly things, or things that make you feel and want to push further.  Also known as, I have no clue what I Want but I fucking want it.  So lets get to it.

(Extreme Themes)

I enjoy things that are taboo, things that are not usually discussed amongst civilized company.  Addiction, sexual identity crisis, violence, manipulation, anything that is real and prevalent in our world that's usually kept in the dark, or only talked about in hush voices.  I enjoy these things because they are usually raw and real, and they allow you to expose a character in ways that a normal kinky smut driven game won't allow.  Serial Killers are always a go to for me, I've written a few different stories in the past that I may want to re-boot and am always game for discussing new ones.  I would usually play the male SK in those stories, though I may be open to playing a female in a submissive role.  Addiction is also a favorite of mine, though I tend to prefer playing the female role in these games.  Anything else, anything that may get you in trouble if you were talking about it on facebook or amongst a group of acquaintances, I am always up for discussing.  I like pushing boundaries, so long as it's done in a safe way.

(Less extreme, campy themes.)

For whatever reason, I've enjoyed the idea of...almost silly, old school style games done in a new light.  Mind you I am an old man when it comes to RP and have been doing this since the late 90s when MSN ruled the roost.  These types of games would fall into the "anime" style of writing, or revamping common stories with a grown up twist.  I haven't really fleshed this idea out very much because it's something new to me, I'm used to playing the super serious Dom role, but...it grew old, I just want something fun and easy sometimes.

(About my style)

If we go based upon my history, then I am a long winded writer who delves into the characters thoughts and motivations FAR more than their physical actions.  I enjoy the psychological portion of roleplay, which is one reason I enjoy extreme themes in one on one games.  After having a go at a group game, I'm trying to jump back into the world of 1v1 after a huge hiatus from roleplay.  I assume that my style will remain largely the same.  With that being said...I've also realized that pushing myself to always do better than my last post isn't always a healthy way to keep a story going, or hold onto my muse.  So I do not expect to give you epic novels with every post or every story, but I will always do everything in my power to ensure that you're given quality story to help you move your character forward in the game.  My posting frequency can go from a manic multiple times per day, to once a week, depending on the story and what's going on in my real life.  I try to adapt to my partner, so a lot of my style will be mirrored in your own.

Oh, and I freaking love writing female characters.  Sorry folks, there are just certain stories and character types that I love writing from a female perspective.  I do not write exclusively female, but I would say it's about 50/50 and I will tend to take the story where I am writing a female character over the story where I write a male, simply because it's harder to find stories where I write from the female perspective.

(About you)

Your gender, your age(with the obvious exceptions), your race, really anything about you as a real life person does not matter to me.  The only thing that I ask out of you is that you put effort into your post, and you are honest with me.  As much as it hurts my fragile little ego to be told a story isn't working out or that my post sucks, I'd rather hear it early than allow something to drag out after my partners already checked out.  So in short, all I ask from you is effort and honesty, and I'll be a happy camper.

(Work in progress)

As I really begin to think about stories and ideas that I want to explore, I will add them to this thread to make it read more like a traditional wanted ad.  At the moment, I just wanted to get something up while the motivation was still there.  Feel free to DM me at will, and my discords always available as well.

Old ideas that could be rebooted.

Serial Killer and the Muse

It's been quite some time since I've had the time to actually pick up a story, but the past few weeks have finally given me that time.  So I am looking to pick up an old story that ended far too early, and is still early enough in that anyone would be able to pick it up.

The short, short, super short version is this.  I write a serial killer who has been kept under wraps by the police, next to no one publicly knows that the killings are occurring.  He has a very small cult following(fandom cult following, nothing he knows or cares about), because his killings all have a certain flair to them.  He "paints" his victims, cutting intricate designs into them to create "Artistic masterpieces."  Your character has gotten wind of him via the online fan clubs, and started creating traditional art based around his killings.  However, they're cleverly crafted in a way that ensures you'd have to know what you were looking for to see it.

My character comes across yours at a gallery, finds that she strikes up his "Muse", and we go from there.

The long version.

Though I do not require you to read whats been written of the story on first contact, you will have to in due time.  The entirety of the first scene must remain intact, however once the second scene begins we can figure it out.  We can either move on and continue from where I left off, or we can start the whole thing over so that you can have your character react the way she would.  And on that note.

I am not asking you to recreate the character the former writer wrote.  I want you to write your own.  They can have similarities, they can be nearly identical or stark opposites, I just want the character to be yours.  I never want you to feel as though you are writing someone elses character, or you are changing your personal reactions to fit what has previously been written.  Once I find the person I wish to write with, we can hash out the details and go from there.  I want this story to belong to me and the new writer, therefore it must be original on both sides.

What I am looking for in a partner is simple.  This story is one that I absolutely adore.  I have the story more or less designed in my head from beginning to end.  There are scenes which will take place no matter whom I write with, the only things that will be different is the feel of the scenes themselves.  I believe wholeheartedly that this will be an entertaining, exciting, and incredibly fulfilling story for both myself and the person I am writing with.  So with that being said, I have to do the part that I always hate doing because of the way it makes me come off.

I am looking for a writer who will be capable of adding as much substance to the story as I am.  I do not want to have to write every aspect of the scenes...I want someone who can add to them, someone who can add little twist and moments of excitement.  I want someone with a deep understanding of their character, and an ability to write their ins and outs to perfection.  This does not mean you have to write 10 pages, quite the contrary.  Substance is far more important than volume, so if you only give me a page and a half or if you give me five...I value the words themselves, and not the quantity of them.  This story is one of my babies, and I want to make sure that when I find the person I am going to write it with we can both nurture it and ensure that it grows into the beautiful thing that I am completely confident it can be.

As far as the sexual aspects go, I always prefer not to lay out exact guidelines or expectations.  It is a story revolving around an extreme Sadist with a near God complex, so that must be understood.  Your character must be a masochist, and she must be submissive.  There may be moments when she can have a little switch in her, but it will never occur towards my character.  The sexual aspects of this story are ingrained...however, a lot of it will be in the ambiance and not in the direct act.  Will they fuck?  Of course, it's a roleplay, there is always sex.  Will the story centralize around it?  No.  The moments of sexuality will be thick, but a lot of it will be in the details. 

Anywhom, I intended for this to be a lot shorter than it ended up being, so I will stop now.  I do recommend reading the original version of the story so you have an idea of what you're getting yourself into before replying, but to each their own.  Anyone who is interested, feel free to message me or comment...but if you comment I will just thank you for the bump and tell you to message me :p.  I greatly look forward to restarting this story.  As much as I have missed the story itself, I have missed writing even more. 

Questions, concerns, curiosities, or anything of the like, feel free to message me. 

[Cream]

Active Desires

A study in addiction

I came across an old thread of mine requesting some serial killer type game(Yes, I have a type) and read the post I put along with it, and realized that it would be much more in line with a characters fall from grace and into the pits of addiction.  I will expand upon this portion soon because this story is really sticking out for me, but essentially it'll be the character displayed in this post meeting someone who will lead her into addiction.  She'll initially do it to "study its effects", but eventually she'll realize she's gone too far.  Lots of details that could and should be negotiated.  But this is what I have.

Original Post

The primary issue with studying an illness you've never actually had is that you can only write about it objectively.  She was quite confident she'd read every book on addiction that her schools library had, she'd spent time with those both currently in addiction and those who have recovered from it.  But somewhere deep within her she understood the issue she'd find in the field; it's hard to look at someone who is attempting to help you out with the knowledge that they truly have no idea what it's like to live with such an affliction.  Books and human studies can only get you so far, but you'll never know what it's like to be the victim until you are one.

This was likely the reason she was pursuing a PHD when she already had more than enough qualification to get just about any job in the field she wanted.  She was waiting for that moment when it clicked, when that part of her mind started working and she could understand the plight and desperation associated with such a crippling illness.

Of course, she had her little tricks to "help" her understand.  One was the black flask she had sitting entirely in the open on the table in front of her, surrounded by three different books she'd already ruined with hand written notes that were trying to make the connection between the psychological, physiological, and first hand accounts as though some literary triangulation could explain something that had left the world clueless for thousands of years.  Every time she thought she made even the most minuscule connection, she took a sip of her over priced whiskey and hoped the newly obtained scholastic knowledge and the ancient mind numbing remedy would merge into some sort of understanding.  In truth, she was lost.  She would never admit it to herself, but somewhere deep down she knew she was working on a problem that simply would never be solved.

As she began to write another note on the book that had been written by a man still in the throws of his addiction there was a tap on her shoulder which startled her just enough for her pen to slip, and leave a nasty little line across the page.  Her teeth immediately dug into her lower lip as she dropped the pen and looked over her shoulder.  She knew who'd be there, the librarians had learned a long time ago that it wasn't worth the trouble of interfering with her for the multitude of rules she tended to break on a nightly basis.

"Cassandra, outside please." The salt and pepper haired Professors face showed a queer mixture of pity and demanding, a look she'd become familiar with and had learned to despise.  He was a teacher of advanced mathematics,and perhaps one of the most brilliant men that Cassandra had ever met.  Despite taking his class only once, she had found a connection with him.  It was one many at the school knew, so he had more or less became her babysitter in times such as this.

As she began to collect her books she felt his hand lay upon her wrist, and now her teeth dug deeper into her lip until she could taste blood.  She did not like being touched unless it was on her terms, and this certainly was not.

"Leave the books, they do not belong to you." His voice was stern, nearly fatherly, because he knew if he showed even the slightest sign of weakness he would be entirely ignored.  But she reluctantly obeyed and slid her chair back, collecting her bag and of course her flask.  She followed the man out the side doors where they knew they would not be interrupted, and she came to lean against a wall as he stood a few feet away from her.  A light snow was falling, just enough to sit in his hair and almost cause it to twinkle.  She would happily fuck this man if it weren't for the fact she knew she'd loose all respect for him the moment she did.

There was a moment of silence as he waited for her to speak.  This was a constant between the two, for if Cassandra spoke first it meant that she was first of all sober, and second willing to listen.  Instead he broke the silence.

"It's almost three in the morning, you've been in there for eight hours, and from what they've told me you are on your third flask.  Not to mention, you've ruined another three books."

Cassandra quickly cut him off. "I'll replace them, besides no one else gets a damned thing out of them.  Maybe I should leave them as is, people might see solutions instead of words."

The professor laughed and shook his head. "Perhaps that may be true, but it doesn't change the fact you're breaking two separate rules which could individually find you in the deans office, and to top it off it's becoming a more and more common occurrence with you.  I understand that you are as committed to your studies as anyone I've ever met, and it's the reason why we...look the other way, more often than not, but there is going to come a point when an example has to be made.  I cannot protect you for much longer, and the librarians no longer find your antics as cute or quirky.  They're simply growing tired of your behavior, and quite frankly, I'm growing tired of having to wake up in the middle of the night at least twice a week to come and slap you on the wrist like some sort of child.  If you wish to study the way you do, then do it at home where no one will be bothered.  I'm not doing this for much longer, Cassandra, it's time you grow up and stop acting like a spoiled teenager.  The next time I get a call to come save you, I will redirect them to the campus police.  Do we have an understanding?"

By this point, that slight taste of blood had formed into a free flow as it took everything she could not to let tears stream down her face.  It wasn't that she was upset...instead, she was angry.  Seething even.  This man was the one who was supposed to understand her, who was supposed to defend her and allow her to get away with murder.  His sudden change in attitude made her want to lash out in a drastic way, but she knew that doing so would not only get her expelled, but would likely get her thrown in jail.  So instead of acting out in violence, she threw a low blow.

She spit out the blood that had built up in her mouth, barely missing the mans shoes.  Next, she opened up her half empty flask and tossed it to the Professor.  Taken off guard, he failed to catch it, and instead it crashed into his chest leaving the whiskey to splash out and wet his shirt.  She then gave a wicked smile, knowing full well how terrible what she'd just done was.

"Take a drink, I don't think sobriety is doing good things for you." With that last act she turned and walked away, heading towards her apartment a few blocks away.  She knew damned well that the Professor wouldn't take her up on her offer, but she also knew the pain her action would cause him.  That thought made the anger go away, and made her way home with a delightful smile and a nice warm feeling that was only amplified by the whisky.