Mind your step

[Smokeyes]

  Welcome.


Welcome to the musings of Smoke  I hope that if you make it through this that you find something you like piques your interest. If not thank you for your time and good luck on your search.

Going to be very upfront here, I am only looking to take on couple of partners just now. So if you are a bit take or leave it with how much you would like to write with me I would rather you left the space for someone who really wants to. I want this to be a real passion project. So thanks in advance and all the best.


My preferences are widely varied, Fantasy (High, low, dark, urban, historical)

Paranormal.

Supernatural.

Post-Apocalyptic.

Action Adventure.

Sci-fi.

Dystopian.

Cyberpunk.

Futuristic.

Horror.

A mash up of any of the above.



I don't do fandoms or slice of life.


All my characters are original, I would like the same from you. Strong dynamic but flawed is ideal, in fact I have preference for characters who would be considered,difficult to like or care for/ threatening/ unikely / unappealing in some way, but this is your character so bring me what you will. Just remember perfect is dull.


Story Story Story -If you are looking for a story that involves sex in the first two posts, please just get your coat. I am not, and I cant stress this enough, I am not interested in writing a sexual scene only, I want a strong story where the intimate encounters are the intermittent pick me ups, not a constant fuckfest.


Equal input, please invest in the world we are building, don't let me carry the plot.

Ok so writing the kink.

I work a little bit differently here, I personally prefer to create intense chemistry and intimacy without the expectation of it necessarily leading to the characters having a full on sexual encounter. I prefer the suspense to the outcome.

When it does come to the smutty side I have no set list of preferences because it entirely depends on the character, the setting and the plot.

Two runaway young lovers are not suddenly going to whip out ball gags, chains and nipple clamps. Well they might :eek: but it's unlikely. Those scenes are most likely going to be awkward, fumbling, sweet and pretty vanilla.



If it's a medieval fantasy war story, chances are there will be some forced and non-con aspects. Then again if my character is a battle hardened warrior she probably knows what she likes and isn't shy about getting it.

If the setting is some alien world where the beings happen to be related to our father Cthulhu. You can expect we will be flying that 'Freaky' flag pretty high.

I think you see what I am getting at.  However I will never expect you to step outside of any boundaries you are not absolutely comfortable with.

To see if you have read this far tell me your favourite gaming fuel.

Contrary to what this may suggest I am actually pretty approachable, if you have an idea hit me up in PM, I am all for brainstorming even if it doesn't pan out.

I play both Male & female characters at the moment.

 

I do tend towards the darker side of dark.

Angst. violence, pain, manipulation, violence, mind games, addiction, delusion, violence, smut, gore and maybe some romance if it fits, oh and action...I loves me some action....and maybe a touch more violence.

I'm not a fade to black person in my own work, if its going to happen I want it up on the page, but I will ALWAYS be open to discussions about that kind of thing.

I'm have no problem playing against, damaged, broken, possibly irreparable characters.

I will happily put my characters through hell.

What I want from a partner.

Original characters,  Dynamic, flawed, plenty of depth and potential to grow. Just remember perfect is boring.

If the story isn't working for you, that's cool just let me know.

Stay in touch OC, once a week is fine.

Be patient, I have to work on my phone,sometimes it takes 3 edits to get the post spot on.

Second trip up question, when you PM me tell me the name of your first pet.

"O's/O's"

If you do not like the story, if it's not working for you or if you simply no longer have the time to commit to it, please give me the courtesy of telling me and not leave me hanging. This is a huge pet peeve of mine, if you are old enough to write on this site, you should be old enough to give that common courtesy to your writing partners.

Ons:

Plot twists - Please be able to throw in the occasional twist that I didn't see coming and be the type of writer who enjoys it when I do the same.

Intelligent & witty writing partners - If you can appreciate sarcasm , if you've ever picked up a series of books and read them for nothing more than the enjoyment of reading and know how to weave a story, we might be able to write together.



Well thought out, Dynamic, flawed characters with plenty of depth and room for growth.


Romance - I love the unexpected pairings, where you think there's no way these two would click. Also anything that gives you the chills, the intense and usually dangerous kind. coersion,entrapment,conflict.



Dominant characters (you) I'm a sucker for it. That said, I will on occasion switch for a story if I like the concept, however, a strong, dominant, sometimes jealous, sometimes possessive strong partner is a huge bonus for me, but I'll make you work for it. (Not required for every story, again only when it fits.)


Consensual and Non Consensual Story elements including but not limited to kidnapping, blackmail, coercion, etc..This can be Psuedo NC, or full on Rape, please ask if your unsure of the diffrence to avoid unpleasant suprises.( Again relevance.)

D/s and/or BDSM -  (mental and/or physical) not for every story, but I'm very much in favor of this, and not just for the bedroom scenes, a strong or domineering partner is big plus. For the right scenario and partner,  I am willing to go to extremes in this area, from hair pulling to broken bones. Knife and gun play, Blood is fine, Gore is a meh, prefer to keep it outta the bedroom, not a nah just a meh.


Incest, not limited to smut, by this i mean sibling or family relationships that overstep the normal accepted boundaries.



OFFS



Vore.

Scat.

Clowns.

Feet.

Cuckolding/Affairs.

Safe word;  Erebus

Harem/multiple partners.

Subbing to Domme.

Domme-ing, I am a god awful Domme.

If you want to come to me with an idea or scenario, or a story you want carefully built please PM with my safe word rather than reply to thread and I will do my best to oblige , if it doesn't work out then at least I have made a new friend some . Smoke.



:Hollowlands

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So a few of millenia ago a human Ark crashed on a barren planet. With  absolutely no way of being rescued the occupants accepted their fate.



Only the planet wasn't entirely what it seemed. It exists in a place between planes of existence. Beings humanity would have considered omnipotent , out curiosity they  opened a path for themselves to help these small fallen creatures of the dust.

These beings come from a plane of existence outside what humanity is familiar with and this planet is one of the few places the warp is weak enough for these beings to pass through onto the mundane plane humanity could exist on.



with no way to return these creatures out of nothing more than a desire to share knowledge and experience , gave of their own unlimited energy to help create a city deep beneath the ruinous planet surface.



But humanity did what it always does and it took and it took without thought or care until it believe it was owed. And so the elders beings retreated back from where they came.



Having been there for so long these beings had forged unions and friendship and from that gifted some of themselves to those they felt worthy.



these became the warp touched the only ones who could utilise that strange force. And pretty soon the mundane, the rulers marked them as dangerous and herded them off to become a living power source for the city.





There's a secret below this city....and the hidden warp touched who remain are tired of hiding, of being enslaved. can the warp touched upset the status quo.



Is there away to turn things around?

:Keeper's of the Veil

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In a world where even the lowliest servant has some measure of magical ability, the powers that be covetously guard the source and the capacity to increase their powers. Sadly only the very rich, very powerful, well connected or naturally gifted are encouraged into higher echelons of this elitist society are able enjoy this privilege.

It is a world of many races, all working to their strengths. Whilst there are prejudices, as happens, anywhere where there are differences they are largely small or personally driven feuds.



The exceptions are Baels,\Maenads\long lived lore keepers and kin to Daemons\ Fae , being of immense power, originally a benevolent race, they have been hunted mercilessly as devils bringers of doom , stealers of children,rapers of women creatures hell bent on the destruction of the lesser races.



Truth is these creatures are the guardians of the Allure, the power that gives the world all its magic. This fact has always been withheld from the masses by the powers that be, whilst they also fuel the hatred with cleverly woven fear mongering and propaganda.



Now certain they are down to the last few of the Bael  the Most powerful put their ultimate plan into action. What do they want? To kill the keepers of the Allure taking it for themselves and remove the ability from everyone except those they deem most worthy.



What they don't realise is when the last one dies so will the worlds connection to the Allure.What else they do not know is that once every 5000 years A chosen member of the Bael goes on a mission to replenish the veil that keeps the world protected from their chaos blooded kin, who linger on the fringes of the world occasionally able to enter through fissures appear randomly when the veil weakens, these beasts are  hungry for the opportunity to one day gain unlimited access and wreak total destruction. The time has come for this ritual to be performed again.



Can this ancient protector of the world convince their would be assassin to aid them or will the Hunter take the Bael and its secrets to their employers, bringing about a future doomed to chaos.



The Characters.



The Bael



The Hunter. Or Posssible other.



Any others as needed.

: The Mark.

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Ari quite simply is a hunter. That's what they was 'created' to do. She knows nothing else. Obeys their masters, follows their word absolutely and without question. They use Ari to keep the balance of the city in their favour. And in their time they have done their work well.



Ari receives the next dead drop. The targets name....It doesn't matter they all end up the same way.

Or will they?



Initially sent to take out a political target , Ari's employers have decided that they have been involved in too much and send someone to take them out...however they want no loose ends so it seem Ari's  assassin is also to be removed .

the plan then becomes for them both to stay alive.



Setting/Genre: open to discussion.

There will be violence both on npc's and our main characters. Am open to, con/ non-con/  reluctant admiration then finally comradrie?

. HUNTING THE HUNTER .

New Plot

Hunter or hunted as of this moment Ari cannot be sure it's been hours since it all went to shit. To be fare it all felt wrong from the start. Sure maybe The  Veritas wouldn't take the contract, the assassin's made their own rules about what jobs they took .

Maybe this was a favour owed by the Mortis , an exception to house rules to pay off a debt.The Mortis didn't take contracts on standard humans . Usually they strictly stuck to witches and summoners and their creations or summons . Whatever the reason the job had fallen to Ari.
Oh how, Ari should have trusted that feeling that kept whispering that something wasn't right.
On the plus side , that same whisper meant, when the assassin's dart missed it's mark Ari was a step ahead, staggering to make it look like the poison was working, thus preventing a second being sent to replace it.

What happened next just sent everything to hell . Someone or something launched a bolt at the would be assassin, who clearly wasn't expecting trouble. It was only his expertly honed reflexes that got his blade up to deflect the bolt. The effort however , sent him clcareening forwards, passed Ari, and pitching off towards the edge of the building.

For some reason,  that even to this day neither party understands , Ari reflexively grabbed the doomed assassin's wrist  as he stumbled past. Both looking at the other in complete bewilderment.

Ari , first to get it together heaved the would be assassin back onto the ledge. Then looked back to check if their threat was on route...they were.  Still a good few streets away across the rooftops , but still far to close for comfort.

Turning to the beleaguered  Assassin, Ari suggest ,
" you ought'a get on your feet if you want to keep up .c'mon "
And with that pearl of wisdom Ari , took off amongst the maze of  chimney stacks and steepled rooftops.



(( OOC who's your character? The person hunting Ari?

The Assassin was believes Ari knows more?

A Witch / Summoner / Or one of the beasts they summon, with offer of a deal? Or something else entirely...hit me up in DMs))

I will Keep You Safe

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Eve has been blind since she was 5. (* i wrote this as FxM but it would work as MxM also) Determined and inventive she was determined to live a full and productive independent life. Now in her 20's she has done just that. Living alone, working and currently single after the ending of a particularly unbalanced relationship. 



Life is currently pretty good.Thing is Eve has a stalker , someone who is obsessed with her. He dreams of somehow making her his, and making her adore him as much as he adores her. He imagines himself her guardian angel, rather than a voyeur, doing things to effect her life, in what he imagines are positive ways.


What makes this worse is that her stalker is her best friend. She knows someone is following her or coming into her apartment but he undermines her at every turn. Whether it's telling her she is imagining it or convincing her not to go to the authorities... There is some part of him that knows he's overstepping the mark as he goes to exceptional lengths to ensure he isn't Discovered.


This is open to a few settings & genres. The feeling I am going for is creepy forced reciprocation. imprisonment

[Smokeyes]

Solace

an intro

]Having spent a long night waiting Solace stretched, her cold stiff  joints objecting to the motion,her muscles even more so. The rising sun brought a soft smile to her features. Pale skin reflecting the array of colours the sky had to offer as the Sun first peeked over the horizon .
If her decision was accepted she would only see one more sunrise  after this , then there would be darkness. Everyone else would be safe though, for a while at least.
Exhaling , the brisk air making breath visible  from rose pink lips , her mouth promised tenderness , warmth, fragrance, comfort  a place to fall into and lose yourself.  Raven black waves that could have been gifted by Nyx herself, framed her face, pulling her hair up into a bun, unruly tendrils escaping reflecting some of the girls nature , her desire to be free.
When the sun finally rose high enough to cast back the shadow from her eyes it revealed they too were as dark as the sky had been that moonless night. They showed no fear at the weighted decision she had made, no indication that she had given up her right to any sort of future.
In her minds eye  she had cast off the chains that bound her to an existence  once filled  with fear. By taking the choice, by making it her own, it had lost all power over her.

The walk back to the village was enough to ensure any doubts remained buried, as she watched children play carefree in the morning sun, a few of her peers, other girls as yet uncoupled still wore worried looks as they made their way to the Patriarchs holding. Some parents held onto their girls weeping, hands clasped in silent prayer, others were stoic in their resolve , if fate spoke then so it would be.
Tonight would bring the last night of the new moon, the  three chosen girls would be prepared. Well fed and  good wine to warm their bones , in the hour before dawn they' d be taken and bound at the mound south of the village gates and left to await their fate.
Solace stood quietly , she had no family to pray for her, no suitor to beg for her , alone she would stand listening.  The pleas, the reasons, so many reasons why their daughters could not go, would not be taken.  At least 3 had given away their Maidenhead in the last three nights, much to the chargrin of the Patriarch. Soon sorrow turned to anger and bickering, families at each other's throats, a young girl, too young was pulled into the fray her mother howling, distraught with the pain that only a mother knows at the loss of her child.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Finally Solace stepped forward, the melodic lilt to her voice too quiet to be heard over the rabble, and chaos . Fear making them deaf and blind to their surroundings. Once again she tried to make herself heard to no avail, though something caused the Patriarch to look up from his placement at the head of the table, his grey eyes scanned the room until they met the girls soulful orbs. For a moment they regarded each other, Solace offered nothing more than a slight nod , his brows furrowed for a moment, then understanding became apparent in his expression, he gave her a moment longer only to consider her decision . Seeing that she remained resolute , he nodded.

The Patriarchs voice bellowed as he stood raising both hands and slamming them down on the table.
" Enough, the decisions are made, those of you with families make your arrangements, say your goodbyes and return here at midnight!"

The entire room stunned to silence , then came alive with the sounds of mutterings and questions , eventually the questions became theories and speculation. 'What had happened ?' 'Who had they decided?' Then realising that it might be better to simply leave, rather than question their good fortune the remaining families and girls scattered, hurrying back to their homes.
Solace watched as the young girl who had been dragged into the argument terrified and confused allowed a smile to turn the corners of her lips and her pale blue eyes brimmed with tears of relief as her father wrapped her in his arms and took her away. That simple scene was enough to reassure Solace she had made the right decision. In five years when this happened again, hopefully she would be coupled and safe.
Life as a wife , barefoot and pregnant from the night of her coupling was not in the dreams Solace had. Death was most certainly preferable to that fate. She knew not why she had feared that future so much. Whilst most girls giggled behind their hands and made eyes at those they were promised to, and even at those they weren't , Solace would spend her days running with the dogs , hunting  or tracking. Her nights camped out up a tree.
They made fun of her figure,  lithe and lean, her movements feline in their grace, and with an efficiency rare in someone untrained as she was. No muscle moved unless it was required for the job at hand, it gave her a confidence in her body that others did not have. Although she was aware she would never be considered a muse for a great lovers sonnet, and no-one would wax lyrical over her luxurious figure or generous curves,  she was content to be as she was.

So the night came , she sat quietly ,when fear threatened to overwhelm the others, she sang them songs from their summers. Lifting their spirits enough so they might eat, encouraging them do drink a little more than perhaps they would have , because she knew good food and wine would bring on sleep. Sure enough she helped them to their cots, she brushed their hair and kissed them both goodnight as their mothers might have done.
Sleep did not come for her though, she sat and watched the fire, made stories with the images she saw in there.
Two hours before dawn she woke the others, loosed their hair , dressed them in the simple white shifts that was all they would be required to wear. Finally she loosed her own hair it cascaded as though the night itself had been painted down her back, stopping at her waist. The shift was only slightly paler than her own skin, open to her breastbone and the length stopped midway down her thigh. Not a lot to guard against the brisk morning air.
They stepped outside, the village stood and greeted them, gave them offerings, more than a few raised an eyebrow when they saw Solace placed between the two who were already known to be sacrificed.
The sky had just begun to grey , the darkness receding ever so slightly as they reached the pillars where the girls were to be bound. Again Solace did her best to calm the other two, showing no fear of her own, but she did feel sadness for them.  Hiding it well for fear it would escalate  and become hysteria. Finally she stood her back against her pillar ,placing her hands behind her and allowing them fastened. As the footsteps receded into the distance, one of the girls began to sob quietly and again Solace sought a song from their childhood with which to calm the girl.
Whilst she sang the horizon began to pale then light up, and for a moment the dawn was before them, only to suddenly be replaced by an unnatural darkness. what brought that darkness she could not see. But the presence she felt approach ignited the first embers of fear she had felt since this began.

((OOC: the premise here is Solace despising everything her captor is. But gradually starting to understand the nature of the beast and there has to be a place even for monsters. YC , can be anything from demon to warlord, and whilst he requires she acquiesce to his requests and will ensure she does , what he ultimately wants is her as a champion to his cause.   Some aspects of Dub-con, Non con , discipline,mind games

Just a quick itch....ok I admit these are not quickies they are pretty in depth. I clarified some aspects of Solace and Dead is the start.

Last chance to Last Mile

S.T.A.L.K.E.R theming.But some Mad Max thrown in for shits n giggles
N/c. Leaning into a kind of twisted dark romance of mutual dependency.
Alot of violence in general. Why, because it's the mf Apocalypse .
MC,  Marley,kid (late teens)to a trader has been left at  a settlement by her dad. Because  the final stop on his run is The last mile a slave town and he never takes her there . Now Marley survives out in this hell hole because honestly noone can tell if she's a boy or a girl right off and she plays into that. It's saved her ass literally a few times.
Anyway a month passes dad doesn't come back.  And all Marley can do is wait ...until YC comes by , and just maybe she tricks him, and just maybe he gets stuck with this kid ...and just maybe he's pissed as all hell about it.
So who is he...so long as he is the solitary, anti social Hunter of men type..(but not so much of a bastard he'd shoot a teenager in the head, beat their ass definitely ) ...other than that he can look and act  anyway u like.

Dead is just the start

YC - a serial killer with an infamy to match the most renowned of the 20th century. Most ppl consider that his particular reign of terror is up after he is executed.
Only a few months after he is supposed to be in the ground his exact mo turns up.
Turns out those particular killings were ritualistic, could say  YC bought himself away to immortality. Turns out YC can swap places, with souls of with a person just thru physical touch. Which is how he escaped the electric chair.
After a short hiatus he starts up again. This guy is so much of a sadist he even enjoys torturing the bodies he's in before he is Audi and into the next one.

MC is an pathologist and Anthropologist with a specialty in obscure sacrificial cults.
The first interaction is accidental, and something about it ( probably an unexpected kindness on her part) puts her on his radar.
And he's takes half monitoring her but his obsession increases once he realises she is the one the who's been brought in to uncrack the code of his mo.
As with all good hunting the Hunter situations they have some weird connection. Probably brought around with her spending so much time relieving his crimes it leaves her susceptible to him being able reach out into her psyche when she isn't guarded. So sleeping, tired or day dreaming.
What he wants from being all up in her head...that's on you.
Again alot of violence  and probably gore in this one wether that leans to  sex for our killer, It could... between M/C and Y/C they are going to spend alot of time apart at least in the beginning so it's all mind games, and manipulation. Their connection thru dreams is where plays out what he wants from her his desire to keep  her  leads to him  finding her and stalking her while the body count around them rises.  His obsession comes from the belief that her understanding what he is doing is the same as understanding why.

whats yours is mine

Dirae is looking for a cure,  a way to save her life. Born with the ability to draw from the veil, like any magic user something happened in her teen when the conduit that allowed her to use and discharge this energy simply stopped functioning Now she wracked with pain and the power is destroying her from he inside out.
Y/C , warlock ,demon, anyone or thing that might have a purpose for a living battery. comes to Dirae with a cure. What is  it actually is is a contract, entrapment, a deal with no way out. sure he can draw the energy off giving her partial and short lived respite but truth is there is no "cure".
The method for drawing this power off her can be as twisted or sadistic as he likes, maybe its physical maybe its psychological, maybe its sexual, maybe it's all of the above depending on his mood. Maybe he realises certain things cause her to draw more power so he puts her through a series of stressors to find the most effective way to increase her output if you like. Having her around gives him the chance to advance and succeed promoting himself much higher in the hierarchy he lives ,  she will hate him for it , but still be forced to beg for his help each time it gets too much to bear.

If nothing here catches your eye but perhaps my vibe does, bring me something , darker is always better.

[Smokeyes]

finding silence( One shot)

Y/C comes back from war (setting to be determined) . struggling with all the horrors he saw and inflicted on others he begins to spiral trying to find away to block out the sounds, sight voices. Somethings work for a while but not often. The only time he finds any peace is in the company of his younger sister (M/C) . So he starts to spend more time around her. the closer or more intimate their time together the more relief he finds from his nightmares. UNtil one day driven by desperation and the realisation she can stop the nightmares he forces himself on her. What begins as non/con changes though when he finally explains why he did what he did. At which point she offers herself to him as his panacea.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     









All she has to give

The room was dark , all suggestion of light had been banished by heavy drapes. The atmosphere was stifling and still. The air heavy with the scent of incense and chalk dust. In the centre of the floor she sat , the binding circle ensuring her fate. Hunger gnawed at her and thirst...who would have known thirst could cause so much pain.
She would have been the very essence of rage had she not been so damn tired. how long had she been here? she had no idea. She had lost count of the weeks since he had summoned her. A creature of the veil a creation from another realm and he had used her abilities to increase
his own but then he had ran as soon as he be lived that the coast was too high. When the Inquisitors had come knocking at his door, to enquire about his practices he had ran and left her buried in that sealed room with noway out and no way to release herself back to her own plane.

now she sat alone simply waiting until what little energy she had left would expire.


((OOC , dub-con- non con, coercion, intimidation.  Who is y/c, the hunter sent by the inquisition to find the summoner, decides to use her to lead to him . maybe another summoner , maybe an inquisitor who initial intention is to put his creature down, but its to tempted by the possibilities...perhaps another demon who expects a price for the service of freeing her.  Or perhaps you have an idea of your own...hit me up if it sparks you're interest.