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Bardic Returns
The song's the thing
- Joined
- Jul 12, 2025
- Location
- Pacifically oriented
Welcome to my requesting abode. Please, pull up a pillow and fluff it to your heart's content before sitting upon the ground and telling stories. The joys of co-authorship and friendship await.
THE BASICS
Partnering and places. I prefer fewer partners to whom I can dedicate more attention. PMs are preferred places for writing together, though if all goes well or we need to established shared resources, we can consider moving elsewhere. Engaging in dialog OOC is welcomed, especially as it helps establish plots, consider how things are going, or simply talking as human beings with reactions and other aspects to life. I like separate PMs for IC writing and OOC banter.
Length and frequency. In my world, this varies widely based on the circumstances. Initially, we'll likely write more to establish the world we want to inhabit, and then lengths will vary as the situations dictate. I imagine 2-5 paragraphs as a typical response length, as I don't want to assume what your character's doing and completely overtake it, but I also want to provide more than a line or two to propel the writing forward. As much as I'd like daily (though more likely nightly) posting, it's more likely that the pace of life might dictate up to a week's wait between replies. I understand readily if you're in a similar situation.
Style. Building worlds together is delectable. I like big words, and I cannot lie, but how often they appear depends on the characters and scenarios in which they might be called forth. Though I have a weakness for first-person writing, I'm well-versed in third-person writing. The third person calls for the past tense for me, whereas the first person is more malleable. A 60/40 plot/erotic split is a reasonable one to assume, though the particulars of the roleplays would push that balance accordingly. My characters are dominant, and I write best against submissive characters.
THE PLOTS
Fantasy. I enjoy low- to mid-fantasy settings. I've been an TTRPGer for almost 20 years now, and I've run my own home-brew campaigns as well as participated in others' homebrews. However, I'm not expecting statted out stories here; it's all about the fluff with no expectations or desire for crunch.
Azzar's name is whispered throughout the sandy streets comprising the village from which he hailed. Hailed, back when he was a man, when blood flowed through his veins instead of whatever foul substance animates him now. Before, his ambition was hailed throughout the village, as were his promises to bring a steady supply of water to it that would let them feel finally settled. Now, his hubris is a cautionary tale, told as a legend about the dangers of going too far, too hard; as a cautionary bedtime fable for children whose unruly behavior might bring down his wrath during the night.
Always the night.
It has been more than five years since he was last seen, though his factotums still scour the bazaar's stalls in the midday sun, hunting for rare ingredients and materials. But at night, shepherds swear they can feel his presence, brushing by their cloaks as their charges run for the pastoral fences and drop dead with nary a mark on them. At night, the incautions sense a chill when something - something - brushes past, knocking their shoulders askew with a chill that does not pass until the dawn. At night, the village guards shake their heads when a black form flits across shadows until shrieks come out from houses of pleasure and the dead rise from beneath hundreds of years of settlement dust.
Did your character know Azzar before he left? Or is she new to the village since then? Does she fear him for what he represents, loathe him for what he is reputed to have done to a friend or member of her family, or seek him for his forbidden power? Does she have an intrepid spirit, or would he come to her? Would she recognize him if she saw him, or would he pass as a past-curfew stroller in the dark?
Always the night.
It has been more than five years since he was last seen, though his factotums still scour the bazaar's stalls in the midday sun, hunting for rare ingredients and materials. But at night, shepherds swear they can feel his presence, brushing by their cloaks as their charges run for the pastoral fences and drop dead with nary a mark on them. At night, the incautions sense a chill when something - something - brushes past, knocking their shoulders askew with a chill that does not pass until the dawn. At night, the village guards shake their heads when a black form flits across shadows until shrieks come out from houses of pleasure and the dead rise from beneath hundreds of years of settlement dust.
Did your character know Azzar before he left? Or is she new to the village since then? Does she fear him for what he represents, loathe him for what he is reputed to have done to a friend or member of her family, or seek him for his forbidden power? Does she have an intrepid spirit, or would he come to her? Would she recognize him if she saw him, or would he pass as a past-curfew stroller in the dark?
Questing for glory
National rivals
National rivals
Science fiction. Though I wish I had the chops to hit hard sci-fi, I was raised on the softer side, where technobabble suffices in lieu of physics' principles. I'm eager to learn more to write harder works, but that could be more of a challenge.
Space is a lonely place. Being trapped on a spinning vessel - either a tube voyaging between the stars or a torus in orbit of a planetary outpost - can make yearnings of all sorts grow. For home. For real food. For companionship. Oh, and the latter is the most acute of all. Among the billions of pinpricks in a velvet black vacuum, he chose to come here. For the good of humanity. For the thrill of exploration. For the protection of the species.
Over the years, the view becomes monotonous, as do the duties. Falling into a routine dulls the mind and the senses. What he needs is more stimulation than the call and response of procedures back and forth. He needs real adventure, something more than even braving the vastness of space would provide. Oh, an unscheduled EVA here and there draws condemnation, punishment, and isolation. But at least it gives the thrill of being, of doing instead of just existing. The experiments can run themselves after a while; a bit of crossbreeding among the plants might be needed to keep the vessel's food stores viable.
But thoughts turn to breeding of a different sort - or at least the actions that could lead to it. How would it disrupt the carefully constructed harmony of the mission to risk pairing off with the technician servicing the vessel's systems, the medic keeping all the crew's bodies functioning, the cook maintaining everyone's sustenance? Especially if this pairing goes outside of the window of selection or of the approved partners that would ensure maximal genetic diversity. Especially if she also experienced the void within caused by a lack of human contact.
What role would she occupy on this vessel? What motivated her to venture out into space - or was she born there? What does she fear most about space, and what does she find most beautiful about it? How does she anticipate ending her tour, or does she plan to be here forever? How has her mind dealt with the isolation inherent in her situation, and how has she tried to escape it?
Over the years, the view becomes monotonous, as do the duties. Falling into a routine dulls the mind and the senses. What he needs is more stimulation than the call and response of procedures back and forth. He needs real adventure, something more than even braving the vastness of space would provide. Oh, an unscheduled EVA here and there draws condemnation, punishment, and isolation. But at least it gives the thrill of being, of doing instead of just existing. The experiments can run themselves after a while; a bit of crossbreeding among the plants might be needed to keep the vessel's food stores viable.
But thoughts turn to breeding of a different sort - or at least the actions that could lead to it. How would it disrupt the carefully constructed harmony of the mission to risk pairing off with the technician servicing the vessel's systems, the medic keeping all the crew's bodies functioning, the cook maintaining everyone's sustenance? Especially if this pairing goes outside of the window of selection or of the approved partners that would ensure maximal genetic diversity. Especially if she also experienced the void within caused by a lack of human contact.
What role would she occupy on this vessel? What motivated her to venture out into space - or was she born there? What does she fear most about space, and what does she find most beautiful about it? How does she anticipate ending her tour, or does she plan to be here forever? How has her mind dealt with the isolation inherent in her situation, and how has she tried to escape it?
Alternate history of space travel
Shared discovery"
Shared discovery"
Modern (20th-21st century). This era admits slices of life as well as historical slices. Going further back in history might entail shared research on the period; keeping it relatively modern makes shared references and understandings easier to adopt for realism's sake.
Spies in the Cold War
Is this a single mission, or a longer campaign of activities? Would it all take place in one general location, or would it sprawl across a vast geographical area? Would your character and mine be coworkers, case officer and agent, or adversaries? Would your character's loyalties be singular or divided?
In the club
The unexpected union
Is this a single mission, or a longer campaign of activities? Would it all take place in one general location, or would it sprawl across a vast geographical area? Would your character and mine be coworkers, case officer and agent, or adversaries? Would your character's loyalties be singular or divided?
In the club
The unexpected union
Corruption. These stories often revolve around age differences, as it's easier for an older man to corrupt a younger woman. The corruption might take many forms - as simple as making the girl into a more worldly woman, as complex as dragging her down into depravities she never envisioned.
Professor's little project
Mentorship and more
Initiation rites
Mentorship and more
Initiation rites
THE KINKS
THE END?
Or merely the end of the beginning? I hope to hear from you about what tickles your fancy, how some of my interests might meld with yours, or your favorite song lyric.