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Welcome to my little magical realm of fantasy filled with possibilities. The table is set, all cards are laid down and all you have to do is pick a card... any card you desire.
Let us start first with introductions. My name is Magician, a man of not insignificant experience, and the weaver of the magical tapestry upon which stories will be written. I have been involved with all kinds of stories for the better part of my current lifetime. Some good, some bad, all remembered and carried with me in my little, magical deck. But the card game that we call 'life' never ends. We just start another round and that is precisely what I am looking for - a partner with whom I shall start another magical round.
In my deck are all settings imaginable. Fantasy, slice of life, science fiction and science fantasy, post-apocalyptic, and much more. If possible, I'll gladly take fantasy first as it is one I am most comfortable with. However, with the right partner any story can become magnificent, even if it falls out of my initial genre of interest.
Let us start first with introductions. My name is Magician, a man of not insignificant experience, and the weaver of the magical tapestry upon which stories will be written. I have been involved with all kinds of stories for the better part of my current lifetime. Some good, some bad, all remembered and carried with me in my little, magical deck. But the card game that we call 'life' never ends. We just start another round and that is precisely what I am looking for - a partner with whom I shall start another magical round.
In my deck are all settings imaginable. Fantasy, slice of life, science fiction and science fantasy, post-apocalyptic, and much more. If possible, I'll gladly take fantasy first as it is one I am most comfortable with. However, with the right partner any story can become magnificent, even if it falls out of my initial genre of interest.
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STORY PROMPTS
Severed strings
Historic or High Fantasy
Not all witch trials have been led with unfounded fear. In a land where magic comes to those who are brave enough to sacrifice for it, witches and warlocks stalk the land. Some are benign to the wider folk, the others care little whether a life, or an entire village-worth of the same, perishes for but a spark of more power. By the decree of the high liege, the hunt was called to free the land of their presence. The success has been varying, but the outcome is always the same - a great pyre upon which they will burn. Such fate awaits one of them, who was either unfortunate to be caught. She was bound to the pillar and her judge, jury and executioners, along with all of the peasant folk, are around her, waiting for the final verdict and the toss of the torch. Her words carry as much of the weight in the judge's ears, as a thimble of water in the midst of the raging inferno.
However, before the terrible gavel falls and declares her a witch, a young man with his retinue, all atop their horses, arrives at this open court. The crowd bows before the young, newly crowned ruler of the land and he demands that the woman is released. All are silent, except the judge, who protests and claims that the evidences against her are irrefutable. The young man shouts the order once more, stating that he is the law of this land and the woman is no witch. The woman's binding is cut and he takes her with him, along with the reasons for his decision.
The young man is not a fool. He knows that the woman is, indeed, a witch. His court is treacherous and hungry for the power that he, alone, possesses. What he needs is allies with power to fulfill his ambition and keep the perfidious backstabbers away. As for her, she needs a shield that will protect her from the angry mob, for as long as she is in his grace, her life is secure. Both have reason to keep the other close... but some nights they seem to be far closer than they thought they would be... And very loud.
Historic or High Fantasy
Not all witch trials have been led with unfounded fear. In a land where magic comes to those who are brave enough to sacrifice for it, witches and warlocks stalk the land. Some are benign to the wider folk, the others care little whether a life, or an entire village-worth of the same, perishes for but a spark of more power. By the decree of the high liege, the hunt was called to free the land of their presence. The success has been varying, but the outcome is always the same - a great pyre upon which they will burn. Such fate awaits one of them, who was either unfortunate to be caught. She was bound to the pillar and her judge, jury and executioners, along with all of the peasant folk, are around her, waiting for the final verdict and the toss of the torch. Her words carry as much of the weight in the judge's ears, as a thimble of water in the midst of the raging inferno.
However, before the terrible gavel falls and declares her a witch, a young man with his retinue, all atop their horses, arrives at this open court. The crowd bows before the young, newly crowned ruler of the land and he demands that the woman is released. All are silent, except the judge, who protests and claims that the evidences against her are irrefutable. The young man shouts the order once more, stating that he is the law of this land and the woman is no witch. The woman's binding is cut and he takes her with him, along with the reasons for his decision.
The young man is not a fool. He knows that the woman is, indeed, a witch. His court is treacherous and hungry for the power that he, alone, possesses. What he needs is allies with power to fulfill his ambition and keep the perfidious backstabbers away. As for her, she needs a shield that will protect her from the angry mob, for as long as she is in his grace, her life is secure. Both have reason to keep the other close... but some nights they seem to be far closer than they thought they would be... And very loud.
I will be your Lancelot, if you will be my Guinevere
Medieval Fantasy
Ours is King of fairy tales where the king is just, the Queen is fair and all the Knights around them bear courage and virtues that cannot be question or denied. It is a kingdom upon which the sun will not set for a thousand years. The King is mighty and his word is the law, and our Queen is beautiful beyond words and to swear upon her name is to make the most sacred of vows. But there is much more to this story, for the King's hunger for glory cannot be sated so easily. He wants all the titles that befit him, to be called The Just, The Brave, The Great. But there is one thing he does not have... something that he craves. An Heir. Not just one heir, he want as many as he can make! Sons to bear his mighty blood, daughters to be princesses and to be wed to their own princes and kings. Alas, for all his attempts, the Queen could not give him even one heir. And he took a mistress, then another, and another, and each was blessed with a child. And it made our Queen's heart stiffen, for all her protests had shorter life than that of a butterfly. He apologizes and promises to cease, yet it would a single day pass before someone else catches his eye. But perhaps if the Queen visited their summer estate, he could slip another adventure or two. And so, he appoints a Knight to follow her and keep her safe, even at the cost of his own life. Not just any knight, the best he has, a young man of noble blood in name only. His estate is small, and stories of vineyards who bore so many grapes that one could bathe in wine every week and in a year the cellar would remain untouched are older than the King himself. It is his dream to restore it to its former glory.
And the Knight sees the deep-rooted sorrow that plagues his Queen's heart. He would do anything to see her radiance brighten the throne room once more. His words have not fell onto the deaf ear, however, and she welcomes his company. Often do they stay awake, deep into the night, sharing their own stories, laughing and teasing with the old bottle of wine on the table. Secrets are shared, lines are crossed, and any chance they can get they spend doing far more than just talking. It started with a kiss on hand, then on forehead and cheek, until nights come that all cloth and jewels fell until nothing remained upon them. Not even their dignity. Frequent are now days when she visits his small estate, away from unsuspecting gaze of her King, just so she can cease being a queen for but one night... and be her loyal Knight's dirtiest lover. The story is one of slow descent from loyalty and into the deep depths of depravity and lust. Whatever kinks are upon your mind, I assure you, far dirtier things have crossed Her mind.
Across the ages
(High Fantasy)
Be it blessing or a curse, these two have been together since the dawn of civilization. There is some force that draws them toward one another, giving them brief moment of happiness before they ultimately perish. Always, without fail, they are born again at the moment of their deaths. They have few memories of any of the lives they led. Only brief, sporadic flashes and clouded words appear when they grow close enough. But they never fail to find one another. Sometimes it is a chance, sometimes one searches for the other without knowing why or whom they are looking for. There is a way of breaking the cycle once and for all, however they are not sure they want to break it to begin with. This can be one long or series of short stories, each with vague connection to the previous one and each with an entirely different setting for a bit of a spice.
The prompt is made to be exclusively written in short story format. Each are tied to one another, but it is not one large, continuous story, nor is it bound to a single genre. The timeline is long and the setting itself is not bound to realism or fantasy. It can be anything and everything. But all stories will end before another starts.
A Simple Life
(Slice of Life)
Escaping the clutches of the city is easy. Landing on a good spot to start your life over... that is hard. She is one of such girls. Fed up with the suffocating grip of the concrete jungle, or perhaps looking to escape from problems, she decides to pick up the remains of her life and start over in the countryside. With little to no money on her account, she knows that she cannot simply settle. She needs to 'land' somewhere before she runs out of money. Fortune smiles at her as she meets a man who offers her to stay at his ranch until she finds her footing in this town. He owns a ranch, and not at all a small one which is his primary source of income and the focus of his life. Things couldn't be better, right?
No one ever told her that nothing in life comes for free, and while she will not have to worry about roof over her head or food on the table, she will have to work it. The day starts at sunrise and ends well beyond the dusk hours. It is a dirty line of work, responsible but rewarding. All that will give her all the necessities... but for some luxuries, she will have to offer a lot more than just what her pair of hands are capable of doing. And it is a simple kind of life, one that she has craved, even if she has to work for it.
The story can branch of in any number of ways. It could be a platonic relationship or it can delve into some truly dirty sex whenever the two of them find free time. In the house, in the barn, on the fence or under the shade of the lone tree up on the hill... the possibilities truly cannot be numbered.
Love Under Masks
Slice of Life
Everyone needs an outlet. Some delve into the colorful world of painting, others in music. Some spend their energy as quickly and explosively as possible, and some prefer a quiet moment in a private counter so they can read. However, there are some who love, for but a moment, to feel like they are someone else. The world of cosplay offered these two young people exactly that - a chance to be someone else. They met on one of such convention, dressed in costumes of their favorite characters. At first, all they did was admire the details and dedication that the other has, expecting this to be just a momentary encounter that will stay as nothing more than a fond memory. But then, they met again, on a different occasion, at a different time. Phone numbers were exchanged, and a mere acquaintanceship turned into genuine friendship - after all, they understood each other's passion. But as the time went on, something more grew from it. Chats became frequent, photos were sent and lines were being crossed. It became an adventure for them - to show off new feathers and what lies beneath them.
Slice of Life
Everyone needs an outlet. Some delve into the colorful world of painting, others in music. Some spend their energy as quickly and explosively as possible, and some prefer a quiet moment in a private counter so they can read. However, there are some who love, for but a moment, to feel like they are someone else. The world of cosplay offered these two young people exactly that - a chance to be someone else. They met on one of such convention, dressed in costumes of their favorite characters. At first, all they did was admire the details and dedication that the other has, expecting this to be just a momentary encounter that will stay as nothing more than a fond memory. But then, they met again, on a different occasion, at a different time. Phone numbers were exchanged, and a mere acquaintanceship turned into genuine friendship - after all, they understood each other's passion. But as the time went on, something more grew from it. Chats became frequent, photos were sent and lines were being crossed. It became an adventure for them - to show off new feathers and what lies beneath them.
A Returning 'Customer'
(Slice of Life, 50/50 Story to Smut)
She is quite a beautiful, young doctor who works in private hospital and he is a patient who made a mistake of taking one too many 'happy pills' before the date that was canceled by the other person. Desperation led him to this hospital as the effects lasted way longer than the box prescribes. He is a little bit ashamed of it, especially since he cannot hide it and has to be 'handled' by this beautiful doctor. During the day, he has to endure the teases and the mocking with a smile, but it is the night time that makes things truly difficult. She is on call and he is alone in his room... Both seem to feel a bit of a spark for the other. But there is a little secret in this... He will always find a way to come back to that very hospital... and she is very eager to take the night shift.
Love online (New and craving)
Slice of Life
They have maintain a perfect public image... but over the phone, their lives are everything but innocent and starched white. Every moment they can, they spend sending provocative texts and teases, edging the other until the chance presents itself for them to let loose... and tear one another's clothes as if they were wild animals. Their love is one shared in absolute secrecy... and they wouldn't want it any other way.
The story is meant to have long build ups, leading to 'releases'. Majority of their conversation will be through texts, with the exception when they are in public or away from prying eyes. Ideally, they would be adults in their thirties, with similar ages, however the story does allow for age-play to add another nail in the taboo coffin.
Our Nightmares in the Dark (Open, but not craving)
Modern Dark Fantasy
Vampires are real. It might not be how you wanted to learn about it, but it is better to rip that bandage quickly. However, they are not these elegant lords, counts and CEO's who rule over the entire cities. Well, not all of them at least. For the most, living as a vampire is a matter of survival in a world that is both a playground and a death sentence. An unfortunate man walks into a dark alley? An easy prey to sate your hunger. A group of armed and armored soldiers? That's the end of the line for you, my love. The characters are freshly awoken vampires who are trying to find their ways and live their lives in a city that hates the very essence of their existence. The hunger will drive them to do terrible things, but perhaps in between their moments of lucid madness, they can still do some good, too. What path they chose is left for them to decide. But they have dreams. Big dreams! Dreams of finding a place in this gothic dystopian world. Maybe they will chose the life of absolute depravity, seeking pleasure beyond what they knew... or perhaps they will stick to that 'love eternal' kind of a deal. Anything and everything is on the table. The setting is heavily, if not entirely, inspired by Vampire: The Masquerade and can take any turn or even pairing that we agree upon.
Maybe not All Alone
Science Fiction/Fantasy
You heard of AI, right? I don't mean the buggy sites that make three-armed art, I mean the true Artificial Intelligence. Living, conscious and feeling. The world changed quite a lot over the course of five hundred years. Humanity has long since left its cradle and made home among the stars. Travel between systems takes months, rather than decades and the need for transport of goods and exploration never ends. One of our characters is a pilot. A very good pilot who flies a cargo starship, ensuring that goods always move. They are all alone in their ship, except for a single android who was given to them. The android is perfect in almost every way. Physically they are indistinguishable from Human. They are warm, their synthetic skin is soft and they even simulate breathing and heartbeat, but they are artificial at the core. Space is not all that safe, and there are many hurdles to overcome, many dangers to face and many moments to spend together. The android is built to be offer comfort and companionship and they are aware of it. The need for deeper contact, however, was entirely their own choice.
Science Fiction/Fantasy
You heard of AI, right? I don't mean the buggy sites that make three-armed art, I mean the true Artificial Intelligence. Living, conscious and feeling. The world changed quite a lot over the course of five hundred years. Humanity has long since left its cradle and made home among the stars. Travel between systems takes months, rather than decades and the need for transport of goods and exploration never ends. One of our characters is a pilot. A very good pilot who flies a cargo starship, ensuring that goods always move. They are all alone in their ship, except for a single android who was given to them. The android is perfect in almost every way. Physically they are indistinguishable from Human. They are warm, their synthetic skin is soft and they even simulate breathing and heartbeat, but they are artificial at the core. Space is not all that safe, and there are many hurdles to overcome, many dangers to face and many moments to spend together. The android is built to be offer comfort and companionship and they are aware of it. The need for deeper contact, however, was entirely their own choice.
Apocalypse Yesterday (Closed)
(Post Apocalyptic)
The world did not end, but it sure looks like it did. Humanity will need time to reset itself and establish the next cycle of civilization. In the meantime, survival is all that matters. The world is not a blighted wasteland (not all of it), however living without all of the amenities is certainly putting our survivors to the test. There are some highly inhospitable places where nuclear fallout is present, however far away from those places, wilderness and small pockets of settlements still exist. Our characters meet along the way. They are not happy at first. Another person means extra rations to be shared, but they quickly realize that the benefit of another pair of eyes, hands and someone to talk to, is more beneficial than they would imagine. Their goal is to find any walled city.
Amidst the Shifting Sands
Ancient/Medieval Fantasy
The city of Ardashim lies at the very center of a sprawling dessert. No river crosses through it, no oasis lies nearby. By all accounts, the city should be naught but ruins, and yet, the city flourishes beyond any expectation. Beneath the city, a massive reservoir of water was made to not only fulfill the need of the city, but ten times over. Within this city, three factions hold the power - The Wise Council, The Church of the Holy Light and The Alchemist Guild. The delicate balance is maintained so that neither holds the power over the city and its untold potential in riches. Traveling caravans bring goods from every corner of the world, eager to both earn and spend coin on exotic goods. Among such, are slaves. While the City maintains the stance that slavery is wrong, nothing has ever done about it... and nothing ever will. After all, a good portion of city's riches come exactly from it.
The Alchemist Guild profits most from the trade, be it legal or dubiously legal. Their interest is in knowledge itself but they will sell their 'failed' creations to gather more funds for their pursuit. Even the failed products are still leagues above anything that is regularly made by artisans outside of the guild. But those creations still have to be tested, and the Guild does not shy away from purchasing slaves. One among them is a relatively young alchemist with a tower of his own, seeking to buy a batch of slaves for his own testing. The selection, on that day was quite extensive, yet one of them caught his eye, and instead of whole group, he bought just one.
Non-Prompt Pairings
(Any and All)
- Elf / Human
- Elf princess / Royal guard
- Elf priestess / Assassin
- Wizard / Apprentice
- Knight / Squire
- Knight / Assassin
- Angel / Demon
- Angel / Human
- Angel / Succubus
- Vampire / Captive
- Demigod / Any Race
- Deity / Deity
- Best friends
- Babysitter / Parent
- Sailor / Mermaid
- Witch / Hunter
- Warlock / Peasant girl
- Captain of the ship / Member of the crew
- Explorer / Native
The table is set. The cards laid down. All we have to do, is pick a card and let our imagination run wild. There is no telling where it might take us.
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