A Quiet, Fire-Lit Study [M/F x F, Story-Driven] }New prompt 8/1/24!{

[Ryees]

A far off dream that's like a scattered memory...

A scattered memory that's like a far off dream...​

I want to line the pieces up...
Yours, and mine.

The low hum of many voices greets you through the door.
One man sits in a chair in the center, his gold and silver eyes taking you in as you enter.
"Warm your bones by the fire, trade your tales for wine."
Hello! Thanks for stopping on by, happy to have you. I'm Ryees Kimara, though it's rare that I couple my last name with the first nowadays.
I am a 31-year-old male living in the central US time zone.

	Aside from the obvious interest in writing, I am also an avid musician, a devout BDSM enthusiast, a computer science amateur, and a casual try-hard gamer. I am in a relationship with a wonderfully lovely woman who is encouraging and supportive and beautiful and intelligent, and if I'm not writing here on site you can expect I'm spending time with her.		I typically write in a fantasy setting, as it's where I naturally gravitate, but I am happy to write in any genre out there, as long as our story is compelling. Sci-fi, historical fiction, fandom, mostly anything is on the table as long as the plot is strong. Slice-of-life and I do not get along.
	Time zone, I'm in the central US. I typically work four days weekly day shifts, during which time I will be readily able to reply to messages and such, but less likely to get a post out. Most of my posting will be done at night.		I like to be a post-a-dayer, but if we're both online at the same time and are both free I'm happy to machine gun back and forth and make a night out of writing. I will always adjust to my partner though so if you're a once-a-weeker, that is absolutely fine by me. I will play at your pace.
	You can expect from me 2-3 posts a week at minimum, advanced literacy levels, and entirely too much effort put into small details. I will often draw maps, plot out entire family trees, and convolute all manner of minor details that will have little to no impact on our story, just because I enjoy the process.		My expectations for you are fairly loose. You do need to be able to write well; minor errors are always forgivable but an 8th-grade writing level is probably not. I'm not super strict on viewpoint (first- or third-person), but I'm always going to lock in past-tense because writing in present tense is just so, so awkward.
	You must be at least 18 because the site says so and I'm not rocking that particular boat. I only write on-site, but I am a prolific Discord enjoyer and happy to chat about our story or anything else. To this end, I want you to have opinions and thoughts. This is a joint effort. And also to that end, if you're losing interest, tell me! We can adjust, pause, or break off as seen fit. I am not ghost-friendly; please talk to me.​		I trend towards pretty smut-lite content. I don't have a ratio, but my interest in writing here is not that I can text out a porno, but that I can write (mostly) whatever I want and not have ToS knocking at my door. When appropriate, certainly, but our characters banging is never the sole reason I'm writing anything. Sex is a wonderfully fun plot device to add weight and power to a relationship between two characters.

 

[Ryees]

After a very, very long hiatus, I'm going to take a dip back into the creative writing pool! I have a little list of ideas stashed from the past, which I'll post below!

The primary note here is that smut is not, and never has been, my primary driver for my writings. The option is there, but I tend to lean 70/30 plot to smut at the highest end.

 

[Ryees]

This little section of stories is by far the most often changed, so check back often! You'll get to see brand of absurdity that pops out of my brain that I actually want to share with people. These are going to vary wildly between fantasy, anime, sci-fi, realism... everything, really. Sometimes I just want to run through this idea that's been putzing about my brain, and I need your help to do it!

The Fourth Wall: Out of stock!

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The world had been plunged into war time and time again, until the nations began walling themselves off from each other to prevent attacks. The nation of this story, Inventia, had been sealed off by massive walls for over one hundred years. It has, however, begun to try and break out of its self-created prison, though the walls it had formed are quite formidable. The first three are already dismantled, the work that had gone into them fading as the care that went into them dwindled over the years; but the true work is just ahead. Inventia now needs to break... The Fourth Wall.

The idea behind this game is kinda tricky, but one I find hilarious. Rather than explain it, I've written up something what our posts could look like. Enjoy.

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"Ahh, Inventia. So much unexplored potential, never to be explored." Perhaps that was true, perhaps it was not, but leaving home was hardly heartbreaking for Alphonse. Studying abroad in the United Kingdoms had accustomed him to this sort of monarchy: the type you never knew existed. Truly, he had spent more time pondering the ethics of dark matter creation than he had spent trying to brainstorm ways to please some pomping prince.

With a final shrug, Alphonse flipped the flap of his rucksack forward and cinched it down, heaving it up and testing its weight before nodding with some satisfaction. He exited his home and did not look back, as the house would no longer exist after the hard rule that transitioned him from his home town to the capital of Inventia, where the throne room awaited him.

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With home now far behind him, Alphonse moved through the streets with conviction. The sword at his hip and flintlock across the small of his back drew some attention, but the narrative weight behind his footsteps kept the townsfolk from mentioning it. As one of the protagonists, he did not have to worry about things such as NPC interactions until the characters were named by the voices above.

Alphonse brought a hand up, signaling an aside; the NPCs around him immediately became oblivious to his presence. He had spotted someone in the street that stood out. She was younger than Alphonse by a few years by the look of it, auburn hair tucked back in a tight ponytail and a bored scowl adorning her face. "Speaking of voices above..." Yeah, who's that? Does she have a voice like me in her head? "I do believe she does. It seems we have another protagonist." I guess so. Love interest maybe? Keheheh! "Don't you cackle like that you absurd person thing. I am too dapper for a miscreant such as that."

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"Are you listening to me?" What? Oh. Sorry. I couldn't hear you over the horn of my Ship. Don't you roll your eyes at me! "Can we please get back to business you silly imbecile?" Fine, fine.

Alphonse was about to approach the girl when she abruptly came to some sort of agreement with her Narrator, moving forward into the throne room. "Hoi there!" Alphonse called out, jogging to catch up with her. Another hand help up to his mouth blurred the NPCs around him. "If you signal an Aside, like this, the people around you won't know that you have a Narrator. It seems we're on this journey together." A journey of lo- "You shut up."

Fate/Universe: Grail War: In stock!

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The Nasuverse is one of the few anime fandoms that I'd be really interested in running a story in. I'd like to have this center around the Fuyuki City war from Fate/Zero, with our player characters replacing whichever Masters we chose and implanting our own into their role. Other than that the other Masters would be canonical, though the events of the story would be our own making due to the missing characters.

Heaven Has Had Enough: Revolt!: Out of stock!

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You always see stories about demons rising up from their underworldly pit to try and take over the realm of the living. But what about the righteous fury of the angels? What about that divine retribution that their sun so wholly expects them to deliver? What happens when Heaven has had enough of the ignorance, hatred, and gluttony humans indulge in? This story would follow the events of Heaven taking earth into a holy war while the demons rise to aid humans, not keen on letting their main hunting grounds get overrun by those snooty winged tarts. Events would revolve around the dichotomy of the male and female characters' starkly opposing lifestyles but similar views on the world. Our characters would be split amongst the factions. One of us would be step into the shoes of one of the celestials, while the other either plays the opposing celestial or, possibly, a human caught in the middle of the conflict!

//.ECHO_report//: Out of stock!

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If you're not familiar with aetherpunk, you fuckin' should be 'cause it's great. This one is based loosely off of One.Seven Design's ghost/ECHO setting, a rules-lite RPG system that I would ultimately like to use for the purposes of this story. A woman would be sent from a faction of treasure hunters to kill off a new kid on the block who's been stirring the pot, a man whose .CALLSIGN had only surfaced recently but been accredited to more .LOOT findings than most hunters have in their life. He's cocky, and he has the skills to back it up, but he has to sleep at some point and that's when the hit would happen, a woman slinking in under dark of night and cutting a throat.

Fortunately for him, his skills are only matched by his paranoia. "It's what keeps me alive," he would say, and now it had come true. Wounded and dying, he kills his assassin back before trying to open an .ECHO, a portal to the //ghost_WORLD. He succeeds, but his assassin falls in after him, and the plasm that he uses to keep himself alive also does the same for her. Wounded, and with hungry .WRAITHS closing in, the two are forced to work together to survive, prey working with predator as he shows her what it really means to be a raider.

Harry Potter and the Wizard With Two Wands: Out of stock!

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I'm going to get it out of the way early: I think JKR is a truly atrocious, and that she took her phenomenal world idea and really just shit the bed with it. We can absolutely do better. I adore the Harry Potter universe and have spent a mildly disquieting amount of time studying and taking notes, and I started this thread once upon a time and had it die.

M. Sherlin is an... oddity. He's antisocial, a bit oblivious, enormously eccentric and sometimes seemingly daft to basic social etiquette... but he is brilliant. He has spent his entire life learning magic, how it works, how to break the system, and how to fully optimize it for any possible situation. This is to the detriment of all else, as his social and interactive skills suffered greatly.

He functions as, more or less, a one-man magical special operations team—when he can be tolerated well enough to communicate the information to. Occasionally, he will teach, to try and spread some of his odd tactics and eclectic practices to a group of particularly brilliant witches and wizards on a recommendation-only basis. This story would center around, in its beginning, one such class, where he meets a student that changes the game for him. Where he is ruthlessly efficient, blunt, oblivious to social norms, and aloof, she is tolerant, patient, perceptive, and able to effectively work as his translator and mediator. This partnership allows him to interact with the world in a way that he had never properly learned. And when he is given his new assignment, he insists that she accompany him.

Wheel of Time: In stock!

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I want [very]quite[/very] badly to run a role play in the Wheel of Time universe, so much so that "very" has become its own coding for the purposes of expressing this thought. The plot thereof is uncertain as of yet, but the specifics are secondary. I just wanna be a male Channeler dammit.

Any Port In a Storm: Out of stock!

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Set in a 1600's-era middle-fantasy-touched port town. Think, Pirates of the Caribbean but one step higher magic.

A noble girl that has spent most of her life in a corset wearing a fake smile has, recently, taken a fancy to one of the merchant captains her dear father has been working with. Her and her father are very close, and she often attends his meetings, as the primary heir in line for his company. Her and this captain have been courting, as of late, but thus far it has been through all proper channels, all bureaucratic hand kisses and warm smiles.

On the morning of their first proper outing, disaster strikes. The town is assaulted, the raiders focusing in on her villa. Guards on the inside open the gates, planted by the organization that instigated the events. And in their raid, it seems they are looking for... her? She is chased through the villa, eventually uniting with her captain, who helps her fight her way out through both raider and traitor-guardsman alike. It seems like his prowess with a blade is somewhat incongruous to what would befit a merchant captain, somehow, but she can't put her finger on how.

In the confusion of the escape, one of the victims of her captain's blade... is her own father. Having now killed guards and noble alike, he is to be a wanted man after this all passed; having no father and a burning home, she is now an orphan. So they flee the island on his ship. But things are not so simple as running away together. Their assailants are hot on their heels, and now the noble girl's only hope, and her only savior, is the very man who, accidentally or no, slew her father.

 

[Ryees]

Lately I've been missing my Destiny days, back when the game was at its peak and I was spearheading the new discoveries as they came out. I would like write in this world, I think.

The story itself, I've less ideas for. I tend towards gritty and heavy, so no doubt in that vein. Perhaps a place where the Light ebbs, more than it flows, a place detached from causality... We can find the things we want to explore and build them to find.