Thread: fruit's workshop

Calling Card Spaa Nautical, Summarized Length 2-4 Para Medium PM Threads Status Open Gender Pairings MxF Posting Frequency Daily-Weekly EST Timezone F-List Spa Spa The Pirate's Code Ahoy, Sailor! In this little bit I'm going to hit the high points that aren't covered in the calling card above, give you some details about me and then a touch about what I'm bringing to my writing or at least attempting to. I'm 28, I just stepped up into the role of supervising a crew of linemen and helping them maintain 3000 square miles of cable plant. It's.. a lot. I'm learning a lot at the moment and there are times currently where I am just stressed. My muse lately has been flighty and my energy gets sapped by my day. With that said, writing is where I'm able to spend time a lot lately.. so typically I'm still here just don't think I am ignoring you for a specific reason if I am online and active but not responding to our story specifically. I'm usually pretty talkative and communicative, letting my partners know what's going on with me and how I'm feeling about our stories or I at very least try to be. I like to be friendly with my partners and talk to them as friends, but if that's not your thing - no big deal I can respect those boundaries. As the above states, I write male characters versus female characters pretty much exclusively - that's a line I have yet to cross. I really only write in PMs anymore, but I could be swayed to write in threads if it's just something I can't resist and my potential partner hates PMs. We'll.. figure it out. I've been writing for several years at this point, slowly devolving away from vanilla and slice-of-life style stories, delving into the more adventurous things. I've yet to stop exploring, so there's a lot of things I intend to continue exploring given the right story. Expect something around 6040 or 7030 plotsmut from me depending on the story and setting. I do my best to focus on details and do what's within my power to further the plot with my posts. By no means am I a perfect writer, but I do think I'm not bad. Spa What I Seek I'm on the hunt for treasure. Treasure in words, dripping in detail and desire if you will. I'm hunting partners willing to go on journeys and adventures with me. I'm looking for folks willing to paint pictures and build worlds with me. I'm also looking for partners who can help me explore and learn things that I may not be terribly familiar with. My posting frequency need not impact yours - I am patient, you post at your pace and I will post when you get something to me. Most of us are busy folks, that's no secret. I'll do you the same courtesy I expect from you on an extended silence and reach out to check on to make sure you're still interested and enjoying what we've started, however usually after a week or even two of silence depending on the pace of our stories. If I get nothing, but later you come back because something just happened, no big deal - I'm not one to hold grudges honestly. I'm usually pretty happy to jump right back in. Ultimately, I'm after partners that can match my posts for the most part. That's just usually how I function myself, though I'll admit to getting carried away on specific things at times. If I write 4000-5000 words on a huge, involved scene I'm not expecting the same in a return post unless it's absolutely warranted I'm not expecting it in any case, but it sure would be nice SpaSpaSpaSpa SpaSpaSpaSpa SpaSpaSpaSpa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spa Spacer Highlight OOs move table right YES NO Teasing SexySlutty Clothing Public Play Rough Power Struggles Foreplay Kemonomimi Modernized Fantasy taking up space to increase the width Non-con Dub-con Bathroom play Vore Excessive Gore Bad ends Abuse taking up space to increase the width Spacer Space Pirates Sci-fiModern-ish Bandit or Mercenary x Pirate Queen Power Struggles, Roughness This one loosely plays stems from both of my writing samples. I have one singular OC of mine that's a bit of a pet project. He's based off of a DD character I play in a homebrew campaign that is a very gritty system and set in a futuristic, corporation ridden space exploration based world. Also existing with those corporations and operating just on the fringe of their view and the law are.. well, you guessed it Space Pirates and even lower than that, bandits. This story would focus on my character, Buck - and if you're interested specifically a Pirate Queen nicknamed 'Goldeneyes', but otherwise we can discuss your character and build her. Just because my character exists in a world that I'm aware of does not mean I don't expect my partner to be allowed input, I want you to be involved in building our version of this world and writing it as much as anything. Spacer Horns, Tails, Hooves and Fangs Modern Fantasy Victim x Succubus Power Struggles, Female Lead, Roughness My pipe dream, my elusive golden snitch. I'll level with you, I don't have much on this one. I want it, but it becomes difficult to figure out how to write it without being entirely smut or without a succubus flat out killing the victim outside of some corny little loophole written in. If you feel like you want to tackle this with me, I mean.. you'll get a mighty fine share of my treasure once I do happen to find it. Writing Sample NSFW The guttural sound of a high-caliber revolver discharger followed by shrapnel tearing through finely manufactured carbon-fiber armor silenced the din of what had become a battlefield in the middle of the street. The quiet was short-lived, interrupted by the sputtering and coughing of the man Buck had just brought to his knees. Despite the outward appearance of the crew Buck was dealing with, they were nothing more than what he was used to dealing with bandits. A kind all his own, really. Buck fancied himself a pit of a pirate hunter, a bandit king, a mercenary.. if you would. He wasn't in it for good.. or bad.. or even money, really - though a fine batch of credits wired into his illegally held accounts certainly helped sway him to perform a job. Today.. well, it was no different. He and his crew were bounty hunting to build capital and invest it into arms and ammunition for their next big job. The chase had brought them to a station heavily infested with Buck's favorite thing to hate Empire Soldiers. Power Suit Jockeys. He spat the words out from the bridge as he viewed them patrolling from several camera feeds. They kept eyeing his ship, as if they knew Buck and his ilk were not supposed to be there. This was going to end poorly. If I ever get my hands on a set of that powered armor.. He grinned, imagining what havoc he could wreak inside of bandit ship. CLANG CLANG CLANG! The sharp banging of metal against metal at the man-door of the ship interrupted his twisted fantasy of destroying a bandit ship from the inside out while wearing a freshly stolen set of Empire power armor was interrupted by.. someone. He growled his frustration and stomped his way from the bridge to where the sound was coming form. Who the fuck?! He shouted the expletive as he yanked the sliding door aside to see who was making such a racket at his door. Excuse me, sir. Are you the captain of this vessel? No. Where's the captain? Gone. I need to speak to him immediately. You can't. The Empire soldier huffed out a sigh at Buck, growing impatient quickly. I need to speak to the captain of this vessel immediately. You are not allowed to be here. Buck grinned when he knew he had gotten under the soldier's skin. He looked over the individual, scanning for shockguard badges or anything denoting a special status. Nothing. I think he just stepped out. Here, let me fetch him for you. Buck stepped past the soldier and looked out the door, noting that there were two other guards accompanying him. They looked at Buck, then each other in confusion.. and they simply had to be wondering what the smirk on the grizzled Pirate hunter's face could mean. Buck was not a small man, but he wasn't lumbering or slow either. Displaying an immense amount of dexterity he slipped forward and snatched one of the guards' sidearms from its holster. He discharged it twice into the guard opposite him's lower half, leaving him yelping and screaming for help. Before the third guard, the one behind him and seemingly the one in charge react, Buck had wheeled and delivered a swift kick to send him reeling forward into the ship. The sound of an armored body hitting the floor in a heap was followed by the door slamming shut behind him. What are you-?! Shut up, you piece of Empire trash! Beating on my ship! Buck threw himself at the soldier and down the two went no sooner than the soldier had picked himself up from the initial hit. The two rolled around, fighting for purchase and grabbing at anything they could to seek an advantage. Finally Buck found hold, one hand grabbing tightly to the other man's collar. His hand slid behind him to produce one of two ivory-handled knives that he adored, bringing it to his victim's throat to end this and spill Empire blood finally. Cling. Cling. Cling. Cling. The distinct sound of pointed heels falling on stone floors drew him from his slumber, Buck groggily fading in and out consciousness a few times as he looked around. He was still on his ship.. but.. was he tied up? He groaned as he moved his head, looking down at himself to find that he was not only bound, but he was bound a little bit more than what he would consider securely. The glowing ropes of plasma hummed while they coiled around his midsection to secure him to the chair he was set in - which he could tell was recently bolted down to the floor. Someone was there. Hey, Empire asshole. Tais-toi, idiot. The feminine voice spoke up from behind him. The figure looming over his form as she studied him. Lyna Piers was not a very well-known Empire official.. but that might have been because she was a succubus who killed most of the people she captured. It seemed Buck would not due to die, however.. She stepped in front of him slowly. Velvet wings unfurled, pointed tail whipping back and forth in frustration as her slender body swayed delightfully. Her French accent was heavy as she spoke, but she was understandable. Monsieur Buck.. you cause quite a lot of trouble she spoke as she stepped forward, one leg crossing in front of the other. The swept back horns peeked above dark purple hair, lust-filled eyes stared at him as she grew closer and closer. Normally I'd kill a man like you.. without thinking.. drain them until they're no good and toss them aside a useless husk.. She explained, her hands landing on his knees as she leaned down to look into his eyes. Ever fearless, Buck grinned at his captor. I suppose this isn't a normal occasion, then? What? Feeling generous? How kind of you to let me go. I'll be on my way then. He spoke as if she'd already let him go, moving his head from left to write and pretending to be walking down the street as a happy go lucky citizen. No, fool! You arrogant- She shrieked and lashed out at him with her pointed, manicured nails. They tore through the surface layer of flesh and cut skin, exposing cuts to cool air. Buck grit his teeth and growled like a savage, stomping his feet down into the floor beneath him as muscles tensed while he stared at the vixen abusing him. If I could get my hands on you.. He mused, only able to imagine how much pent up sexual frustration he could possess after all of this fighting lately. Yes, Buck? She smirked wickedly, wheeling on him again as his arrogance faded slightly. She settled into his lap now, her aroma permeating the air around him and filling his nostrils. Lilac and lavender would assault his senses, as would the soft skin of anything that was exposed on her - which was a lot. The leather ensemble she was wearing did very little covering, and she rolled her hips into Buck's lap like a needy whore in heat. What would you do, Monsieur? She smirked and leaned in close, draping her arms over his shoulders and letting her body lay against his, breasts pressed against him and her lower body suffocating the erect cock trapped beneath his pants. You could have me, Monsieur Buck I could be yours for the taking.. as much as you want.. for a price.. She shifted her head slightly, sucking softly on his earlobe before letting out a moan that would have made any normal man melt. For the price of information.. I could be yours.. Think about it, Monsieur. And like that, she rose from him and left. The sweet sounds of her heels tapping away on the metal floor as she led herself to the bridge of his ship to let him steep in his own issues of wondering whether or not she had convinced him that her body was worth his being a Bandit King. Writing Sample B This might be cheating, but I'm sending you to another thread of mine where I've written out an adventure of a character of mine. Click here for the sample, ye scallywag Last edited Aug 28, 2022