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Hello world, I'm sticking my rusty nose out of Hiatusland with a little plot embryo – a mere premise, really – that spawned today, perhaps it may pique someone's interest.
But first things first, here's a reasonably brief overview of my preferences:
And if that sounds good too, feel free to DM me and ideally offer some ideas on where you'd like to take it!
EDIT: Whoops, forgot a writing sample. Here's a little something.
But first things first, here's a reasonably brief overview of my preferences:
- pairings: slowburn FxF preferred
- length & complexity: "literate", by which I mean I'll rarely go under 200 words and may go over 1000 if inspiration hits and the scene warrants it
- frequency: moderate. I'll try not to do less than 1 post a week without a good excuse, probably will do more if I'm really digging it
- collaboration: it's a 2-way street, neither of us should pull too much or too little weight for too long
- settings: open to most things, notable exceptions include vanilla realism, pure romance plots, furry stuff and mundane settings like schools or offices
- aesthetics: I like cartoon/anime style portraits. Not a fan of fancy formatting and BB code but you do you as long as it's easy to read and not too distracting
- real life identity: I'm in my early 30s and would prefer a partner who's at least in their mid 20s. Not particular about pronouns
As with most of my plot concepts, this could take place in a wide variety of settings from high fantasy to cyberpunk to magic realism – take your pick.
Society has a fairly stock model of class oppression going on, with the ruling class being absurdly rich aristocrats/capitalists, mages, cyborg dinosaurs or just about anything depending on the setting. The rest of society suffers the usual consequences of exploitation – poverty, suboptimal living conditions, rampant diseases and the like.
Time to spice it up a little: Recently a new disease has started spreading which seems to make people feverish and delirious. The strange part is that in their delirious state, all of those suffering from the illness are connected on a mental level, whether aware of it or not (I imagine no-one would be right from the start). Think of the delirium as a private Discord server if you will. The oppressors show no real interest in curing the disease or studying its symptoms because it hasn’t affected them, which creates the opportunity to use this form of communication to stealthily organise an uprising, be gay and do crime or anything else we come up with.
Obviously one can’t get much done while feverish and close to being in a coma so over time someone from the downtrodden class might figure out a way to suppress those symptoms while keeping the mind link thing functional.
The fever dream world could be a simple telepathic link or an entire alternative universe with its own rules (I think that’d be more interesting, personally), basically all of this is just a skeleton waiting for me and someone else to slap some muscles on to get it moving. And yes I came up with the concept when I was feverish and delirious myself (thanks, heat stroke!).
As for the characters, anything goes, really. In order to get the most out of the delirium ICQ plot device they should probably both have the illness and I’m thinking they should either not know each other or HATE each other initially. Some clash in motivations always makes a story more interesting so I definitely don’t want them to be on the same wavelength in everything.
Society has a fairly stock model of class oppression going on, with the ruling class being absurdly rich aristocrats/capitalists, mages, cyborg dinosaurs or just about anything depending on the setting. The rest of society suffers the usual consequences of exploitation – poverty, suboptimal living conditions, rampant diseases and the like.
Time to spice it up a little: Recently a new disease has started spreading which seems to make people feverish and delirious. The strange part is that in their delirious state, all of those suffering from the illness are connected on a mental level, whether aware of it or not (I imagine no-one would be right from the start). Think of the delirium as a private Discord server if you will. The oppressors show no real interest in curing the disease or studying its symptoms because it hasn’t affected them, which creates the opportunity to use this form of communication to stealthily organise an uprising, be gay and do crime or anything else we come up with.
Obviously one can’t get much done while feverish and close to being in a coma so over time someone from the downtrodden class might figure out a way to suppress those symptoms while keeping the mind link thing functional.
The fever dream world could be a simple telepathic link or an entire alternative universe with its own rules (I think that’d be more interesting, personally), basically all of this is just a skeleton waiting for me and someone else to slap some muscles on to get it moving. And yes I came up with the concept when I was feverish and delirious myself (thanks, heat stroke!).
As for the characters, anything goes, really. In order to get the most out of the delirium ICQ plot device they should probably both have the illness and I’m thinking they should either not know each other or HATE each other initially. Some clash in motivations always makes a story more interesting so I definitely don’t want them to be on the same wavelength in everything.
And if that sounds good too, feel free to DM me and ideally offer some ideas on where you'd like to take it!
EDIT: Whoops, forgot a writing sample. Here's a little something.
Upon arriving, Sera took a moment to scout the surroundings. Seemed like a quiet enough neighbourhood, only a couple people around and none of them seemed to give a shit really. Looked like things were going to go silky smooth for once in her life!
The chapel was in a sorry state, clearly a target for vandals and a hiding place for some of the less successful members of society. But she wasn't here to sightsee. Instead she took a deep breath and walked in... Taking that deep breath first turned out to be a brilliant idea actually - a group of teenagers were just smoking something putrid in there.
"Hello, kids. I'm going to need you to leave, yeah?" she requested casually.
An androgynous member of the group lazily turned their head to face Sera. "Or what? ...like, this is our spot."
"Sure, that's fine, I'm not gonna steal it or anything. Just need to have a look around."
"You a fuckin' narc or what mate? Need us to kick your arse?!"
Well this was going great. She really didn't have time for this. "Look, just go for a little walk, get some fresh air and you can have this shithole back. Is that too much to ask?"
"They's a fuckin' cop, I tell ya."
"Yeah! Get outta here, copper!"
What now? Fight them? Nah, she needed to save her energy for the actual mission. This was just the entrée. But the polite approach wasn't working either. She had to go for something inbetween, and threatening a bunch of bored good-for-nothing kids sounded like it might make her feel a little bit better about herself, actually. So Sera pulled out her catalyst and waved it around in what she thought was a threatening way. "You know what this is?"
The teenagers squinted at the messy bundle of mismatched parts. "Shit, I dunno... like, a small brushcutter engine?"
"Be a lot scarier if you had the blade part though."
She was going to have to fire it up, wasn't she? She held it out in front of her as some of the parts began to spin and pulse with light, which admittedly looked really dope with all the lingering smoke in the room. Just a little parlour trick ought to do, no reason to unleash its full potential or anything, right? "Yeah don't make me cut your brush, kid!" Shit, was that Sera's attempt at a witty badass one-liner? It was, wasn't it? Shameful.
"The fuck is that?" one of them asked. Their tone didn't really imply 'I'm scared' as much as it did 'I'm too high to tell what's going on', but it was a good sign either way.
"It's something that can fuck you up, but I'd still rather not have to demonstrate." She wasn't lying. The damn thing was starting to overheat from being in this mode for too long already. This had to work, otherwise there was no telling what might happen.
"Oh it's fuckin' me up alright," the sassy stoner mused, apparently hypnotised by the dancing lights. "You still need to get the fuck out though, a'ight?"
So. Fucking. Hot. It was probably crossing the power unit's safety threshold. She couldn't keep this up much longer, so there were only two options: Back out like a complete wimp and become even more of a laughing stock for these underage villains she already felt defeated by... or actually discharge the energy somehow. Two options are more than one though and she wasn't always great at making decisions under pressure. WHAT NOW?! She couldn't just kill them or anything, right? She wasn't evil, or at least she didn't think so? But backing down would get her no closer to her goal and she'd feel really stupid! JUST GOTTA PICK ONE! The damn thing in her hand threatened to explode any second now. MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND, SERA!
The chapel was in a sorry state, clearly a target for vandals and a hiding place for some of the less successful members of society. But she wasn't here to sightsee. Instead she took a deep breath and walked in... Taking that deep breath first turned out to be a brilliant idea actually - a group of teenagers were just smoking something putrid in there.
"Hello, kids. I'm going to need you to leave, yeah?" she requested casually.
An androgynous member of the group lazily turned their head to face Sera. "Or what? ...like, this is our spot."
"Sure, that's fine, I'm not gonna steal it or anything. Just need to have a look around."
"You a fuckin' narc or what mate? Need us to kick your arse?!"
Well this was going great. She really didn't have time for this. "Look, just go for a little walk, get some fresh air and you can have this shithole back. Is that too much to ask?"
"They's a fuckin' cop, I tell ya."
"Yeah! Get outta here, copper!"
What now? Fight them? Nah, she needed to save her energy for the actual mission. This was just the entrée. But the polite approach wasn't working either. She had to go for something inbetween, and threatening a bunch of bored good-for-nothing kids sounded like it might make her feel a little bit better about herself, actually. So Sera pulled out her catalyst and waved it around in what she thought was a threatening way. "You know what this is?"
The teenagers squinted at the messy bundle of mismatched parts. "Shit, I dunno... like, a small brushcutter engine?"
"Be a lot scarier if you had the blade part though."
She was going to have to fire it up, wasn't she? She held it out in front of her as some of the parts began to spin and pulse with light, which admittedly looked really dope with all the lingering smoke in the room. Just a little parlour trick ought to do, no reason to unleash its full potential or anything, right? "Yeah don't make me cut your brush, kid!" Shit, was that Sera's attempt at a witty badass one-liner? It was, wasn't it? Shameful.
"The fuck is that?" one of them asked. Their tone didn't really imply 'I'm scared' as much as it did 'I'm too high to tell what's going on', but it was a good sign either way.
"It's something that can fuck you up, but I'd still rather not have to demonstrate." She wasn't lying. The damn thing was starting to overheat from being in this mode for too long already. This had to work, otherwise there was no telling what might happen.
"Oh it's fuckin' me up alright," the sassy stoner mused, apparently hypnotised by the dancing lights. "You still need to get the fuck out though, a'ight?"
So. Fucking. Hot. It was probably crossing the power unit's safety threshold. She couldn't keep this up much longer, so there were only two options: Back out like a complete wimp and become even more of a laughing stock for these underage villains she already felt defeated by... or actually discharge the energy somehow. Two options are more than one though and she wasn't always great at making decisions under pressure. WHAT NOW?! She couldn't just kill them or anything, right? She wasn't evil, or at least she didn't think so? But backing down would get her no closer to her goal and she'd feel really stupid! JUST GOTTA PICK ONE! The damn thing in her hand threatened to explode any second now. MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND, SERA!
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