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Rather than provide an exhaustive list of every pairing I'd like to write, I'm going to pitch a single plot I'm currently interested in, and update this thread as my interest changes. If you enjoy my writing style, feel free to reach out and ask if I'd be interested in an alternative plot. Chances are I'll be willing.
Some housekeeping: I write male characters against female characters. Your terrestrial gender is immaterial, so long as you're willing to write women. I average 400-700 words a post, with rare departures into 1,000+. I don't have a preference for perspective/tense, but default to 3rd-person past. I rarely respond on weekends.
Kinks: We can discuss in private. I like stories with a slow-burn though. I prefer innuendo and teasing over immediate explicit description. The latter should feel earned.
The plot: Eric was born into the mud of New Orleans without a mother or a father. He survived begging and stealing until he was strong enough to sit upright on a horse. Then he fell in with the Roth gang. The cruel leader Jasper treated him as close to a son as anyone did, and so he took his name. They roamed up out of the gulf, robbing and living rough, all along the boy becoming a fearsome gunfighter, trained through experience. His nickname came on account first of his being early to bed, early to rise (A regular student of Franklin, as Jasper noted with a touch of pride in his voice) and second on account of his being always the first to shoot.
He grew strong in the saddle, and as he grew, he began to imagine a future for himself outside of the outlaw life. His chance arose one night after a particularly bloody attack on a train. While the remainder of the gang drunkenly snoozed, he took the loot and disappeared into the night.
Unfortunately, word of the gang's misdeed spread quickly, and while passing the night at the inn of a small mining town, he was awoken by the sheriff Gabriel Ellison's six-shooter pointed down into his face.
Suzanne's father was sheriff through might of arms. A vigilante from the hills, he'd spent the better part of his life rooting out those marauders sympathetic to the Confederacy, and when time had come to settle down he'd put on the silver star and taken up the responsibility of lawman of Blue Eye, a small town on the border of Arkansas. A strict believer in the rule of law, and a Christian, he nevertheless knew power grew from the barrel of a gun.
He had a pair of sons and a pair of daughters, and instilled in them that those who didn't carry guns could still die by them, and so trained all his brood in the maintenance and use of firearms. Suzanne was the youngest, but in some ways the fiercest. She took to weaponry like a fish to water, and could outshoot any of her family but perhaps for her father. Unfortunately, sheriff was not an equal-opportunity position in those days, so she also learned to mend clothing, cook, read, and all that would be expected from a frontier woman and a young wife in those days.
January 2nd, 1879, Blue Eye, Missouri
In the early pre-dawn hours Ellison's deputy Heinrich Bloom unlocked the jail and, keeping the mouth of a pistol dug into Early's ribs, yanked him by the arm out into the street. He put him on a horse and, mounting another behind, told him he'd shoot him if he made a move to flee. They walked out of the town, seen by no one.
The deputy told him that he knew Early had stolen the last score from the Roth gang. That the Roth gang were on their way to the town. He commanded Early to show him where he'd hidden it, or he'd tell the town he'd caught Early fleeing and had to kill him.
They rode a short stretch outside of town, Early in front, Heinrich's gun pointed at his back. They departed the trail to ride a rough trail into a copse of trees. Early asked for permission to dismount to collect the package of cash, and Heinrich assented. He got off and bent to reach under a fallen tree trunk, keeping the body of the horse between him and the deputy. He'd learned from Jasper to leave a loaded pistol with the stash, and when he stood he swung the gun around in one liquid motion and fired over the rim of his horse's saddle. The beast started and sprinted away, and Heinrich's horse did likewise, losing its suddenly boneless burden in the movement.
He cussed under his breath, and dragged the man's body into the undergrowth, and when he raised his head he saw peering through a break in the trees a beautiful blonde girl. His voice caught in his throat, and she likewise stared at him in a shock that he could read bleeding into terror as she realized what had happened, and then turned and ran, and he cussed again and started after her.
His powerful strides overtook her halfway up the hill and she shrieked as he tackled her to the ground. He tried to cover her mouth with his hand but she bit him and he yelled and slapped her.
"I had to do it, I had to."
He told her, as he gagged her, and then stood her upright. He walked down the first horse, and drew forth a length of rope from the saddlebag. He bound her arms.
"Now you can sit the horse as baggage or as a woman, which'd you prefer?"
Suzanne's glare was defiant hatred and deep fear.
"I'm gonna assume you're electing for the womanly way, but if'n you act out you're riding on the back."
And he lifted her onto the horse, and noted with satisfaction the practiced way her posture relaxed. He walked the horse by a halter until he'd recovered the second, and then mounted hisself, tying his prisoner's horse to his own. He recovered the tin box of bills, the fortune stolen from the train, and started out in the opposite direction of Blue Eye.
There are a variety of ways this story could develop, as I've left Suzanne as something of a blank slate. The Roth Gang will descend on Blue Eye within the fortnight. Sheriff Ellison will be after the kidnapper of his daughter and murderer of his deputy by nightfall.
The pair can fall in love and become bandits. Suzanne could convince Early to return to Blue Eye and use his gun skills to defend her family from the Roth Gang. They could take their newfound wealth and start a small life somewhere. We could just write their journey through the wilderness.
Early's reason for taking Suzanne with him is merely to give him a small amount of a head start, and also because she's the only witness to his killing of the deputy. He's not sure if she'll be on his side or not, or how much she saw of the deputy forcing him to give up his stolen goods. Perhaps her home life was horrible, and she's actually glad to be rid of the place? Or maybe she loves her family and wants nothing more than to return there. I'd love for you to take Suzanne and make her your own, and a character that you really enjoy writing. Looking forward to hearing from you
Some housekeeping: I write male characters against female characters. Your terrestrial gender is immaterial, so long as you're willing to write women. I average 400-700 words a post, with rare departures into 1,000+. I don't have a preference for perspective/tense, but default to 3rd-person past. I rarely respond on weekends.
Kinks: We can discuss in private. I like stories with a slow-burn though. I prefer innuendo and teasing over immediate explicit description. The latter should feel earned.
The plot: Eric was born into the mud of New Orleans without a mother or a father. He survived begging and stealing until he was strong enough to sit upright on a horse. Then he fell in with the Roth gang. The cruel leader Jasper treated him as close to a son as anyone did, and so he took his name. They roamed up out of the gulf, robbing and living rough, all along the boy becoming a fearsome gunfighter, trained through experience. His nickname came on account first of his being early to bed, early to rise (A regular student of Franklin, as Jasper noted with a touch of pride in his voice) and second on account of his being always the first to shoot.
He grew strong in the saddle, and as he grew, he began to imagine a future for himself outside of the outlaw life. His chance arose one night after a particularly bloody attack on a train. While the remainder of the gang drunkenly snoozed, he took the loot and disappeared into the night.
Unfortunately, word of the gang's misdeed spread quickly, and while passing the night at the inn of a small mining town, he was awoken by the sheriff Gabriel Ellison's six-shooter pointed down into his face.
Suzanne's father was sheriff through might of arms. A vigilante from the hills, he'd spent the better part of his life rooting out those marauders sympathetic to the Confederacy, and when time had come to settle down he'd put on the silver star and taken up the responsibility of lawman of Blue Eye, a small town on the border of Arkansas. A strict believer in the rule of law, and a Christian, he nevertheless knew power grew from the barrel of a gun.
He had a pair of sons and a pair of daughters, and instilled in them that those who didn't carry guns could still die by them, and so trained all his brood in the maintenance and use of firearms. Suzanne was the youngest, but in some ways the fiercest. She took to weaponry like a fish to water, and could outshoot any of her family but perhaps for her father. Unfortunately, sheriff was not an equal-opportunity position in those days, so she also learned to mend clothing, cook, read, and all that would be expected from a frontier woman and a young wife in those days.
January 2nd, 1879, Blue Eye, Missouri
In the early pre-dawn hours Ellison's deputy Heinrich Bloom unlocked the jail and, keeping the mouth of a pistol dug into Early's ribs, yanked him by the arm out into the street. He put him on a horse and, mounting another behind, told him he'd shoot him if he made a move to flee. They walked out of the town, seen by no one.
The deputy told him that he knew Early had stolen the last score from the Roth gang. That the Roth gang were on their way to the town. He commanded Early to show him where he'd hidden it, or he'd tell the town he'd caught Early fleeing and had to kill him.
They rode a short stretch outside of town, Early in front, Heinrich's gun pointed at his back. They departed the trail to ride a rough trail into a copse of trees. Early asked for permission to dismount to collect the package of cash, and Heinrich assented. He got off and bent to reach under a fallen tree trunk, keeping the body of the horse between him and the deputy. He'd learned from Jasper to leave a loaded pistol with the stash, and when he stood he swung the gun around in one liquid motion and fired over the rim of his horse's saddle. The beast started and sprinted away, and Heinrich's horse did likewise, losing its suddenly boneless burden in the movement.
He cussed under his breath, and dragged the man's body into the undergrowth, and when he raised his head he saw peering through a break in the trees a beautiful blonde girl. His voice caught in his throat, and she likewise stared at him in a shock that he could read bleeding into terror as she realized what had happened, and then turned and ran, and he cussed again and started after her.
His powerful strides overtook her halfway up the hill and she shrieked as he tackled her to the ground. He tried to cover her mouth with his hand but she bit him and he yelled and slapped her.
"I had to do it, I had to."
He told her, as he gagged her, and then stood her upright. He walked down the first horse, and drew forth a length of rope from the saddlebag. He bound her arms.
"Now you can sit the horse as baggage or as a woman, which'd you prefer?"
Suzanne's glare was defiant hatred and deep fear.
"I'm gonna assume you're electing for the womanly way, but if'n you act out you're riding on the back."
And he lifted her onto the horse, and noted with satisfaction the practiced way her posture relaxed. He walked the horse by a halter until he'd recovered the second, and then mounted hisself, tying his prisoner's horse to his own. He recovered the tin box of bills, the fortune stolen from the train, and started out in the opposite direction of Blue Eye.
There are a variety of ways this story could develop, as I've left Suzanne as something of a blank slate. The Roth Gang will descend on Blue Eye within the fortnight. Sheriff Ellison will be after the kidnapper of his daughter and murderer of his deputy by nightfall.
The pair can fall in love and become bandits. Suzanne could convince Early to return to Blue Eye and use his gun skills to defend her family from the Roth Gang. They could take their newfound wealth and start a small life somewhere. We could just write their journey through the wilderness.
Early's reason for taking Suzanne with him is merely to give him a small amount of a head start, and also because she's the only witness to his killing of the deputy. He's not sure if she'll be on his side or not, or how much she saw of the deputy forcing him to give up his stolen goods. Perhaps her home life was horrible, and she's actually glad to be rid of the place? Or maybe she loves her family and wants nothing more than to return there. I'd love for you to take Suzanne and make her your own, and a character that you really enjoy writing. Looking forward to hearing from you