Thread: Seeking something different (New ideas)

Broken writing samples The Fairy Slave So, this one is a little strange. A ranger is out in the woods and happens to rescue a fairy from death. As part of her culture, she now belongs to him and must do everything to please him. When she realized he is in need of female company, she does her best to please him and he starts to take advantage of her in this respect. She does anything even if its a little painful as it give her great pleasure to see him happy. Eventually, they would go on a quest, I have a few ideas in mind, and it might result in her getting bigger as well. NSFW Mass Effect Male X Futa ideas Just some pic ideas as getting late but I have a few ideas for a male X Futa Mass Effect story not involving any Cannon. NSFW Broken A well off man learns about his brother and wife died in a car accident and their teenage daughter was seriously hurt. The brothers were estranged but he still finds the need to take in his neice. The girl is confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life and has seriously gotten depressed but is happy to find her uncle is going to help her, better then going into foster care. The uncle treats her good but she keeps feeling down because her she feels she'll never have a normal, especially emphasizing no one will want her or love her. The uncle tells her he loves her and if he was younger and not her uncle he'd gladly snatch her up. After that point, they tease each other and flirt until the neice calls him out telling him to prove someone, that he, would want him. I see a few variations on this. It could be a former family friend that had a falling out but had been named as a godparent who comes to the girls rescue. Another variant is the girl could be a traptranssexualfuta depending on other's preferences. Writing samples 1 See more Mark sat in the bus with his head pressed against the window, watching the countryside disappear as the moved into the city proper. Music blared in his ears like a soundtrack for his journey, still feeling out of the groove. It was strange to see High School over and having to move on to College. Like starting out fresh, it was a little scary heading off to the State University, a wrestling scholarship saving him from community college for the next few years. Pulling out his cell phone, he flicked open the lock on his phone and brought up the Facebook app. Clicking on his contacts, he clicked on Alisons page and looked it over again, checking for any recent updates. Although they had agreed to try and keep in touch, he knew how easily it was to drift apart and shed already started to distance herself before she moved out of state. Shed said it was too hard to say goodbye and it wasnt goodbye anyway, they would see each other on Thanksgiving break. Sighing, he put away the phone for the 20th time since hed started the trip, still not sure how hed gotten stuck having to stay with his Aunt until he could find a place. She had been nice enough about it bit he had not seen her in years and could barely remember what she looked like. His mother would go on and on about what a trouble maker her younger sister was but how she had a good heart, something like this proved it. He found it hard to say no, he couldnt afford to take the extra time before College had started just to come up here to look for a place to stay, so he had agreed. The bus pulled into the depot with a hiss and Mark started to put his things away, zipping up his backpack and waiting for the passengers to clear some. He stood up feeling his muscles sore and aching from the long trip, cracking his neck as he reached up to grab his small duffel bag. He ran a hand through the messy mop that was his short brown hair, feeling a little ragged after the nap on the bus. He slowly walked down the aisle and hopped down the steps. Looking around the bus depot in the bright midafternoon sun, he covered a hand over his eyes to look around for his Aunts vehicle, not sure what his mother told him she drove. He stood waiting for the rest of the bags to be unloaded from underneath the belly of the bus. Faded blue jeans and a t-shirt covering his muscular frame built up from years of wrestling and Lacrosse play and training. He wore a simple black and white striped shirt over top, the long sleeves feeling hot now that they were out of the buses air conditioner. Grabbing his suit case and large duffel, tossing it over his shoulder, he looked out towards the front of the depot with his warm, brown eyes as he started walking out to the front. He felt a strange bit of nervousness hoping his aunt wasnt some crazy cat lady or some shill bitch who was going to be on his case all the time. Hopefully, he could find an apartment after the weekend and not have to worry about imposing or being imposed on. 2 See more The band leaders baton bobbed along as the big band played its tunes, filling the large ballroom with upbeat tunes. The swing music was loud in the large room but the sound of the crowd still challenged to overtake the music. Maximillan Crandall watched the bright and beautiful of Hollywood dance around the room, sipping on his dirty martini. Everyone came out when the Alchemist held his rare parties, wanting to have his favor when it came time to beg at his door for his concoctions. He waived as Garbo passed by him, knowing she was only there for the booze and admiration. She had never needed his work. Briskin from RKO and Balaban from Paramount sat at one of the round tables ringing the dance area, seeing them raise their glasses to him. They had used his services often and didnt want to risk not having him come when they called. Clark Gable stopped by to chat while helping himself to one of his fine Cubans from the ornate humidor sitting on the table. Pulling out his own cigar, he placed the torpedo shaped head into the large table cutter, pushing the top down to cut off the tip. As he placed it to his lips, his butler slid a match down striking it to life, placing the flame to the flat tip as he puffed on the cigar. A crackling flame pulsed to life as he sucked in the gray smoke, rolling it in his mouth before puffing it out in large rings. The dark, rich taste of the stogie was washed down with an excellent bourbon. For most of his early life, Max had been dirt poor, living on a family farm in the hinterlands of Kentucky. Hed hated every minute of it, dreaming of the city and the life of luxury hed seen in ads or in the books he read. As he grew older, he learned he had a talent for magic, especially being able to manipulate the base substances of life, teaching himself to be a master alchemist. On his 17th birthday, he left home, first for New York and then, as the talking pictures began to grow, to lovely Los Angeles and Hollywood. Here he had become known as The Alchemist due to his lovely concoctions, giving youth and beauty to those who could pay, or those who interested him. Max watched the crowd of the beautiful and the powerful as he enjoyed his luxuries. As he surveyed the crowd, he noticed one young man that pulled his attention, a face that did not belong to any of his invited guess. He knew it could not be one of the boy toys of the studio boys who ran that way they liked to keep their pets close to them. He licked his lips as he watched him, admiring his tone structure and mannerisms. It was always better to start with good material it made the results much more satisfying. The Alchemist raised his hand slightly and his well-dressed security moved around the crowd but did not go any farther, waiting for him. He rose up from his seat, a loose grey suit covering his frame, a bright white dress shirt beneath, well pressed. A grey tie with swirls of royal purple hung down between his open suit jacket. A matching fedora with a black band with matching royal purple swirls sat forward on his head. Sticking the cigar between his lips, he plucked up his drink and moved into the crowd. The people greeted him and quickly parted out of his way as his interest was clearly not on them. He paused as he came across Yvonne De Carlo, one of his former works. She smiled and kissed him politely before hugging him deeply, her eyes tearing up a little. She kissed him more deeply the second time, tasting her on his lips, before she whispered in his ear and moved back into the crowd. Moving on, he came up on the young man where he chatted, his eyes, glancing up and down him. His cool blue eyes were like ice as he turned his attention fully to him. I hope you are enjoying the party, he said, a smile on his lips. But I think youll find no one here cares for anything but their own selves. So, why dont we discuss why you are crashing my party in private. Id hate to have my people escort you out. They have a tendency to be clumsy in walking out of here.