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Hey everyone. Hmm...this is a bit of a start for me. In any event, this will be where all my plot ideas and cravings will be fired into. Now, for the ideas that aren't in here and such, I'll have a blurb going through that as well!
Kinks and the like as well can very much be discussed!!
As far as my limits and hard nos...really anything to do with beasteality. This does not include anthro, as that's for some reason totally fine with me and right up my alley, but there it is...that's my limit!
Now on to the prompts that I have a hankering to do, and then for the pairings and such I'd be happy to try as well!!!
Prompt 1 - A Primal World (M4F)
There was a time, long before the idea of civilization, when the cold bite of the ice age winters chilled the very bones of all who lived in the caves. In these times, there were no rules of age, or ideas of decency. Love was taken, and pleasure was pulled. And in these times, there lived, in the forests of what would soon become Great Britain, the different clans each tried to eke out a living in the harsh world that they lived in. And though it was spring, and the world was much warmer than it had been, the danger was still at its most intense.
Imbuku, one of the hunters of the Cave Bear clan, grunted as he lifted himself off the ground, leaping and latching onto the back of the Megoloceros, gripping the stone dagger he had kept in his left hand tight before plunging it into the throat of the beast. He grunted, trying to use his weight to pull it to the ground, holding onto one of the massive antlers as he did so, before fully tugging it to the ground, slamming it hard into the grass as he continued to stab at it. "Damned beast." he mumbled in his own language, taking a step back from it and yanking his dagger out as he watched its breathing slow, more and more. This would suffice. With the Mammoths still being more North, on the march for the green pastures that his clan lived in during the spring and summer, this beast would have to be part of what he used to feed his people.
With a grunt he lifted himself back to his feet, letting out a guttural call to his people, awaiting them to find him. He would need carrying this beast back to the cave. He sighed, brushing some of the blood and dust from his painted chest before looking towards the brush with a tilt of his head. The plains were not home to just his clan. He also knew of others. The much larger Uluta people, who had long hunted his own people. Big, brutish looking people, whose men with their massive muscles and large bodies, could scarcely be stopped as they take their pick of his peoples women. Even the women were to be feared, as they were often far larger than his own peoples women, and very threatening. Besides the Uluta there were also the Kwami people. The Kwami were much milder, smaller and softer than his own Italak people. They had never been allies, but the Kwami and Italak people were always more willing to work together...but a kill was a kill. And the Kwami could be dangerous if they needed food.
He called out again, hoping for his people to hurry, as the rustling in the brush was growing louder. With a startled grunt he turned, pulling out his own hatchet from behind the sling on his back, baring his teeth. Whatever that was...it wasn't a sabertooth. It had to be a two legger, like his own. But what...and from what tribe?
Prompt 2 - A Shifting World
It's not for sure known how long the culture of warriors that were known purely as Shifters has been around. They've existed in cultures the world over, and have gone by different names. Whatever culture and whatever society spawned them, and from whatever reason, the Shifters have gone unnoticed. Simply passing along into myth and legend...that was until recently. With the actions of a few select tribes, Shifters have come into the public light, sparking intrigue and fear from several cultures. But...with this intrigue comes another facet of their lives. Shifters are primal beasts, with primal hungers and deep seated desires. And with those desires, comes those that they choose to be with. So...with that we follow a few of these shifters and their tales.
Marcus Cole - A Wolf shifter, having taken residence in Detroit as a bartender. Marcus is cool, confident, and lives off the air of being a real 'alpha' in his own circle at the bar. He is a smooth talker and a charmer, but what will those charms accomplish for you?
Darius Miles - A Lion shifter, hailing from Botswana, Africa. Darius was reviled in his home country, vilified as a demon and a monster by his people. It was only through the move to America and New York that he found himself being hailed as a king...of the underground. Darius is the kingpin of the local crime ring in downtown New York. And with that power, the king can have his pick of...anyone.
Aarav Khatri - A Tiger shifter, from Bengaluru, India. The world seemed to be great for Aarav. Considered by many of the people in his city as something of a celebrity, Aarav thought he would take the world of America by storm. With all the money he needed, and finding himself in Hollywood, Aarav has found himself in the land of sin and vice. And what will he gain from it all?
Sergei Markov - A Bear shifter, Sergei is an old man now...in a few senses. Considered by most of the Shapeshifter culture to be an Ancient, Sergei has kept himself in good condition. But his years of solitude in the wilderness of Siberia has begun to affect him greatly. Which is why he has finally allowed himself to venture into the city of Moscow, but with who he is becoming common knowledge, how long will his isolation prove to be his downfall?
Prompt 3 - Don't Read from that Book
"Don't read that book!"
That's what you had been warned, by the old woman that you purchased the book from. She was rather adamant about it, but why would you listen to an old hag like that? Probably half insane...probably. Still, you aren't sure why you even grabbed the book in the first place. You sighed, sipping on the soda in your hand before mumbling out a few of the words from the book. Of course, not being sure what exactly it was you were reading was part of the charm. You had really picked it up because it looked like an interesting book, maybe some hokey witchcraft bullshit that they always try to spill out to you. You continued reading, mumbling a few passages out loud before the sleepiness that was starting to take you, overtook every shred of your being. With a yawn you laid back, closing your eyes as you began to rest the book on your chest, sleep overtaking you.
"So...this is my summoner." The soft, sensuous voice whispered into your ear. You swore you could feel it, a tongue running along your neck, teeth pricking at your skin. The warmth of breath hitting your skin as strong hands held your wrists down. "No, not my master. My summoner." The voice continued, lips touching yours as the hands on your wrist pressed along your breasts. "I am servant to no one." it snarled, lips pressing against yours once more. Forcing your mouth open...as a long and slender tongue slid into your mouth, sensually at first, until its length continued. Roaming your mouth and sliding down your throat. Tasting every bit of you. You try to scream in your sleep, but you can't even wake up, unable to fight as you feel the snake like tongue roam the entirety of the inside of your body. "In fact...you belong to me!" the voice roared.
Your eyes shoot open as the morning light brushes against your face. You slowly rise to your feet, staring straight ahead at the mirror as you hold your throat before your eyes catch sight of it. The thing. The demon. Standing just behind you as it traces its hands along the sides of your body. "You...belong to me." it snarled softly into your ear, as you can feel something wriggle in your subconcious.
This is really open ended and sort of new for me as far as a concept. But basic idea is that I would play as a demon that had been accidentally summoned by someone that wasn't expecting anything to happen. This demon can only be seen by those that have been 'touched' by it. From there, plots are open. Maybe pure smut? Maybe a good horror story? Perhaps a transformation experience. All ideas are open! No limits.
Prompt 4
This isn't as detailed as the other prompts, but I'm honestly very interested in the idea of a character (Either a Circe or a Caliban ((Female or Male)) who offers your character a gift of sweet revenge with transformation or expansion, or a chance at a new lease on life with the same offer. Of course these are just as much deals with the devil as much as anything else, and always have consequences.
Virus Delta
Overwatch had not been ready for this. This attack on the city of Munich, Germany. Knowing that Talon was going to strike was only half the problem, it was preparing for them. After all, they only knew of three of the members, and didn’t have that extensive information on any of them, much less the new member. Though they did learn his codename, through what he was called via the coms. Callsign, Caliban. Someone who didn’t look all that threatening, but was apparently the mastermind behind the outbreak of...monsters...in the city. Caliban had released some sort of toxin that had seeped into the bodies of some of the inhabitants, mutating them. Some into animal like hybrids, some into more...buxom monsters with depraved minds, and others...well...others just seemed like monsters. Still, they had found a way to neutralize this threat, and had found a way to capture Caliban, hauling him back to their base. But...things seemed easy. Perhaps a little too easy. He had seemingly given up without a fight, and allowed himself to willingly get captured. Besides that was that weird feeling...like he knew he would get captured...like he knew...and had a plan in place for it.
So...short, sweet, to the point. I don’t normally do canon prompts but I’ve been in an Overwatch based transformation mood. So, as for transformations I’m looking for, I have a few ideas here that I’ll list off, but these can all be discussed! So...here we go!
Mei - Yeti like creature
Symmetra - Dragon from the Halloween episodes.
Mercy - Succubus
Tracer - Ape like creature
Pharah - Harpy
OC Pairing Ideas
MC X YC
Serial Killer X Therapist
Villain X Hero
Scientist X Experiment
Experiment X Scientist
Militia Leader X Diplomat
Cult Leader X New Follower
Athlete X Geeky/Nerd
Slasher X Victim
Canon Pairing Ideas
So...for this this is a little...iffy for me. I'm not good at playing canon characters but OC's in a canon universe work really well for me...a lot. So I'll list off the canon worlds I enjoy!
Overwatch
The Last Airbender
Naruto
DBZ
Persona
Wrestling (WWE, AEW, TNA, etc.)
Hellsing
World of Darkness
Feral Warriors (Pamela Palmer)
So...this seems a little vague because this is my first post. I do apologize for that! In any event, I hope some of these caught your eyes!
Kinks and the like as well can very much be discussed!!
As far as my limits and hard nos...really anything to do with beasteality. This does not include anthro, as that's for some reason totally fine with me and right up my alley, but there it is...that's my limit!
Now on to the prompts that I have a hankering to do, and then for the pairings and such I'd be happy to try as well!!!
Prompt 1 - A Primal World (M4F)
There was a time, long before the idea of civilization, when the cold bite of the ice age winters chilled the very bones of all who lived in the caves. In these times, there were no rules of age, or ideas of decency. Love was taken, and pleasure was pulled. And in these times, there lived, in the forests of what would soon become Great Britain, the different clans each tried to eke out a living in the harsh world that they lived in. And though it was spring, and the world was much warmer than it had been, the danger was still at its most intense.
Imbuku, one of the hunters of the Cave Bear clan, grunted as he lifted himself off the ground, leaping and latching onto the back of the Megoloceros, gripping the stone dagger he had kept in his left hand tight before plunging it into the throat of the beast. He grunted, trying to use his weight to pull it to the ground, holding onto one of the massive antlers as he did so, before fully tugging it to the ground, slamming it hard into the grass as he continued to stab at it. "Damned beast." he mumbled in his own language, taking a step back from it and yanking his dagger out as he watched its breathing slow, more and more. This would suffice. With the Mammoths still being more North, on the march for the green pastures that his clan lived in during the spring and summer, this beast would have to be part of what he used to feed his people.
With a grunt he lifted himself back to his feet, letting out a guttural call to his people, awaiting them to find him. He would need carrying this beast back to the cave. He sighed, brushing some of the blood and dust from his painted chest before looking towards the brush with a tilt of his head. The plains were not home to just his clan. He also knew of others. The much larger Uluta people, who had long hunted his own people. Big, brutish looking people, whose men with their massive muscles and large bodies, could scarcely be stopped as they take their pick of his peoples women. Even the women were to be feared, as they were often far larger than his own peoples women, and very threatening. Besides the Uluta there were also the Kwami people. The Kwami were much milder, smaller and softer than his own Italak people. They had never been allies, but the Kwami and Italak people were always more willing to work together...but a kill was a kill. And the Kwami could be dangerous if they needed food.
He called out again, hoping for his people to hurry, as the rustling in the brush was growing louder. With a startled grunt he turned, pulling out his own hatchet from behind the sling on his back, baring his teeth. Whatever that was...it wasn't a sabertooth. It had to be a two legger, like his own. But what...and from what tribe?
Prompt 2 - A Shifting World
It's not for sure known how long the culture of warriors that were known purely as Shifters has been around. They've existed in cultures the world over, and have gone by different names. Whatever culture and whatever society spawned them, and from whatever reason, the Shifters have gone unnoticed. Simply passing along into myth and legend...that was until recently. With the actions of a few select tribes, Shifters have come into the public light, sparking intrigue and fear from several cultures. But...with this intrigue comes another facet of their lives. Shifters are primal beasts, with primal hungers and deep seated desires. And with those desires, comes those that they choose to be with. So...with that we follow a few of these shifters and their tales.
Marcus Cole - A Wolf shifter, having taken residence in Detroit as a bartender. Marcus is cool, confident, and lives off the air of being a real 'alpha' in his own circle at the bar. He is a smooth talker and a charmer, but what will those charms accomplish for you?
Darius Miles - A Lion shifter, hailing from Botswana, Africa. Darius was reviled in his home country, vilified as a demon and a monster by his people. It was only through the move to America and New York that he found himself being hailed as a king...of the underground. Darius is the kingpin of the local crime ring in downtown New York. And with that power, the king can have his pick of...anyone.
Aarav Khatri - A Tiger shifter, from Bengaluru, India. The world seemed to be great for Aarav. Considered by many of the people in his city as something of a celebrity, Aarav thought he would take the world of America by storm. With all the money he needed, and finding himself in Hollywood, Aarav has found himself in the land of sin and vice. And what will he gain from it all?
Sergei Markov - A Bear shifter, Sergei is an old man now...in a few senses. Considered by most of the Shapeshifter culture to be an Ancient, Sergei has kept himself in good condition. But his years of solitude in the wilderness of Siberia has begun to affect him greatly. Which is why he has finally allowed himself to venture into the city of Moscow, but with who he is becoming common knowledge, how long will his isolation prove to be his downfall?
Prompt 3 - Don't Read from that Book
"Don't read that book!"
That's what you had been warned, by the old woman that you purchased the book from. She was rather adamant about it, but why would you listen to an old hag like that? Probably half insane...probably. Still, you aren't sure why you even grabbed the book in the first place. You sighed, sipping on the soda in your hand before mumbling out a few of the words from the book. Of course, not being sure what exactly it was you were reading was part of the charm. You had really picked it up because it looked like an interesting book, maybe some hokey witchcraft bullshit that they always try to spill out to you. You continued reading, mumbling a few passages out loud before the sleepiness that was starting to take you, overtook every shred of your being. With a yawn you laid back, closing your eyes as you began to rest the book on your chest, sleep overtaking you.
"So...this is my summoner." The soft, sensuous voice whispered into your ear. You swore you could feel it, a tongue running along your neck, teeth pricking at your skin. The warmth of breath hitting your skin as strong hands held your wrists down. "No, not my master. My summoner." The voice continued, lips touching yours as the hands on your wrist pressed along your breasts. "I am servant to no one." it snarled, lips pressing against yours once more. Forcing your mouth open...as a long and slender tongue slid into your mouth, sensually at first, until its length continued. Roaming your mouth and sliding down your throat. Tasting every bit of you. You try to scream in your sleep, but you can't even wake up, unable to fight as you feel the snake like tongue roam the entirety of the inside of your body. "In fact...you belong to me!" the voice roared.
Your eyes shoot open as the morning light brushes against your face. You slowly rise to your feet, staring straight ahead at the mirror as you hold your throat before your eyes catch sight of it. The thing. The demon. Standing just behind you as it traces its hands along the sides of your body. "You...belong to me." it snarled softly into your ear, as you can feel something wriggle in your subconcious.
This is really open ended and sort of new for me as far as a concept. But basic idea is that I would play as a demon that had been accidentally summoned by someone that wasn't expecting anything to happen. This demon can only be seen by those that have been 'touched' by it. From there, plots are open. Maybe pure smut? Maybe a good horror story? Perhaps a transformation experience. All ideas are open! No limits.
Prompt 4
This isn't as detailed as the other prompts, but I'm honestly very interested in the idea of a character (Either a Circe or a Caliban ((Female or Male)) who offers your character a gift of sweet revenge with transformation or expansion, or a chance at a new lease on life with the same offer. Of course these are just as much deals with the devil as much as anything else, and always have consequences.
Virus Delta
Overwatch had not been ready for this. This attack on the city of Munich, Germany. Knowing that Talon was going to strike was only half the problem, it was preparing for them. After all, they only knew of three of the members, and didn’t have that extensive information on any of them, much less the new member. Though they did learn his codename, through what he was called via the coms. Callsign, Caliban. Someone who didn’t look all that threatening, but was apparently the mastermind behind the outbreak of...monsters...in the city. Caliban had released some sort of toxin that had seeped into the bodies of some of the inhabitants, mutating them. Some into animal like hybrids, some into more...buxom monsters with depraved minds, and others...well...others just seemed like monsters. Still, they had found a way to neutralize this threat, and had found a way to capture Caliban, hauling him back to their base. But...things seemed easy. Perhaps a little too easy. He had seemingly given up without a fight, and allowed himself to willingly get captured. Besides that was that weird feeling...like he knew he would get captured...like he knew...and had a plan in place for it.
So...short, sweet, to the point. I don’t normally do canon prompts but I’ve been in an Overwatch based transformation mood. So, as for transformations I’m looking for, I have a few ideas here that I’ll list off, but these can all be discussed! So...here we go!
Mei - Yeti like creature
Symmetra - Dragon from the Halloween episodes.
Mercy - Succubus
Tracer - Ape like creature
Pharah - Harpy
OC Pairing Ideas
MC X YC
Serial Killer X Therapist
Villain X Hero
Scientist X Experiment
Experiment X Scientist
Militia Leader X Diplomat
Cult Leader X New Follower
Athlete X Geeky/Nerd
Slasher X Victim
Canon Pairing Ideas
So...for this this is a little...iffy for me. I'm not good at playing canon characters but OC's in a canon universe work really well for me...a lot. So I'll list off the canon worlds I enjoy!
Overwatch
The Last Airbender
Naruto
DBZ
Persona
Wrestling (WWE, AEW, TNA, etc.)
Hellsing
World of Darkness
Feral Warriors (Pamela Palmer)
So...this seems a little vague because this is my first post. I do apologize for that! In any event, I hope some of these caught your eyes!
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