SkullsandSlippers

Lots of plot ideas - looking for a 1x1 partner

So I have been mulling over a lot of these for a while. Looking for someone who likes to discuss plot and weave a story. Hopefully someone willing to play various characters as the story needs. The ideas below are just that, ideas. I am open to discussing any and all, to working out ideas that spark my partner and I creatively. Not looking for a post every day. I am fine with a slow pace if that is what you need. No restrictions on post length. Some will be long, some when detail heavy will likely be shorter.

Basically I am flexible and looking for a solid partner who is into plotting and character. Please note I typically play female as my primary but also play male when extra characters are needed. Not a hard and fast rule, just where I naturally start. As such, most of these plots were conceived with me as the female role.

Ideas:

(western) She was part of a gang but now that gang has broken up and gone their separate ways after a last big score. The law and the bounty hunters are on their tail. Most never realized she was a woman but one bounty hunter did and he has made it his goal to catch her. Ultimately, he thinks he can use her to get to the rest. A big score for him, enough to retire.

(western/supernatural) She lost her husband a mere two months ago after only being married a year. She left her home on the east coast to go to stay with family out west. Her uncle is wealthy, a cattle rancher who is being hit by bandits. He hires a new night security hand, a man who will watch the ranch at night to stop the cows from going missing but the man is more than he seems to be (vampire/werewolf)

(viking/fantasy) He is a viking raider leading a small group to raid an elven settlement. She is a priestess. What they don't realize is there is more at work than just this night when his group raids her temple and she is taken as a slave. No, the gods have a use for this viking and she is the key to him saving the world from the evil that is coming.

(historical/fantasy) Scottish clans at war. He is the head of one clan, fighting over land, over the murder of his uncle. She is a selkie, a woman who can change to and from a seal. She is caught by one side and escapes. His clan finds her and assumes she is a spy. All she wants is her coat back so she can return to the sea but her original captors have it.

(pirate) Their ship is taken over by a pirate. The crew is told to join the pirates or walk the plank and take their chances with the sea. Unfortunately, one of the crew is a woman. The pirate captain is superstitious, women are bad luck on a ship. The dilemma is she is the sailing master/navigator and a damn good one.

(modern/supernatural) She is a hunter. He is a (vampire/werewolf/mage/etc) Her job is to protect him. There is a war in the city and he is the key to a peaceful end. He has to trust her not to kill him and she has to follow her orders.

(modern/supernatural) She is just a med student. Or that is what she believes. He is her guardian though she has no idea he is there. Thinking a twist on Red Riding Hood perhaps? The wolf protecting her from the hunter and not the other way around. Perhaps she has some magical ability and his kind were tasked with protecting her bloodline.

(post apocalyptic) The disease ravaged through the world. Small pockets of people worked together, communities set up to help each other. Gardens, scavenging...There are rumours of a facility with a cure but you have to get there, have to find it. He decides to try to find it (perhaps he contracts the disease) and on the way finds her. Will they work together to find the fabled facility?

(near future/futuristic) He is wandering the square, disoriented and confused. Her wiring is going nuts trying to read his system. Someone fucked around in his head, wiped parts...tampered with it. She takes him home offering to help. She is a hacker. He is an assassin/a specialized soldier/etc. Think cyberpunk tech with a some conspiracies and private groups all mixed together.

Will add more as they come to me. Open to discussing other ideas too so please bring me your thoughts and plot ideas!

Variety of open plot ideas

Bump to see if there is interest as the new year begins...

Variety of open plot ideas

Update:

Plots include -
Dracula and re-incarnation of Mina
Selkie and a Scottish Clan war
A hunter and a mage (further plot details to be discussed)
Detective undercover in a cult. Killer on the lose. (Further plot to be discussed)

18+ M seeking F or M

I have lots of basic ideas for plots and would love to chat more. Pm me?

Variety of open plot ideas

Great. Pm me? I have a couple of ideas that we can discuss.

Variety of open plot ideas

Looking for a one on one partner. Not looking for a big time commitment, once a week would be just fine. I am patient. Biggest requirement is a partner willing to build plot and good characters.

Plot ideas -
(Loose ideas. Willing to discuss more in pm)
- western
- vampire
- werewolf
- fantasy (selkie)
- fantasy (elven priestess and raider)

[F-playing-M x F][Adv. Lit.][Gdocs] Medieval Fantasy Adventure/Romance

Would like to discuss more but I don’t do discord. Pm?

"Blood and Guns" (A Vampire Tale from the Wild Wild West)

The men entered. Her cousins through one door, they had obviously stopped to clean up. Her uncle and Vance through another, coming from the hall and the parlour.

A shuffling of chairs as everyone took their seat. Lillian adjusted her napkin on her lap and then looked up. She found herself facing Vance. On either side her cousins in law sat. He commented on having the best seat, charming both the women at his sides and even getting a show of flattery from her aunt. Mabel smiled, giving him a good natured shake of her head as if to say he was full of nonsense.

The slight clattering of silverware was interrupted by a question then a compliment.

Before she could really answer him her uncle announced that Vance would be working for the ranch as their night security and would live on the property. Mabel agreed to the arrangement and said she would make plans to have it swept for him.

The table went back to eating. Lillian paused in her meal. “In regards to your inquiry, “ Lillian lifted her dark eyes to meet Vance’s. “Yes, I did. My hair was falling from its previous-”

“I suppose that was Jenny’s influence. Trying to get you from your mourning to be her social partner. Maxwell, you really should get better control of your wife.” Johnathan shook his head and ate a spoonful of soup.

“I will have you know that Jenny needs no controlling. She is a well spoken, educated and independent woman. Things are changing John, perhaps you would see that if you put down your cards and picked up a newspaper.”

The sound of Johnathan’s spoon dropping into his bowl signalled the beginnings of an argument between the boys. Their values were constantly at odds. Johnathan saw traditional to be the way while Maxwell was more modern, liberal.

Both Jenny and Anna were agitated. It was not the first time such an argument occurred between the men.

“Excuse me.” Lillian put her spoon down and folded her hands in her lap. “If I may interject for a moment. Anna is the one who helped me. I like it and found nothing wrong with the style. Mr Hamilton’s - Vance’s compliment confirms the style is fetching.” A blush stained her cheeks. “I thank you for the compliment.”

“Anna?” Johnathan looked across the table at his wife. “You know she is in mourning.”

Jenny huffed. “But she is free to stop. If she were a man she would have already taken a new wife and would have been patted on the back for taking care of his home by putting a new woman in it. Why shouldn’t Lilly choose when her mourning period is over? She is young, has means and good standing. She should be able to enjoy life.”

Lillian licked her lips. She appreciated Jenny sticking up for her but it was sure to just resume the previous argument.

Johnathan looked around the table as if looking for confirmation that Jenny had turned into a monster before his eyes. “She is married and the mourning period should be a year to show respect for that.” He hissed the words at Jenny.

“If I may, again. As I am the topic of this conversation it might be pertinent to ask me my thoughts on the topic?” The family looked at Lillian. Since her arrival at the ranch she had been quiet, rarely engaging family discussion and debates. This felt different. Perhaps because she was the focus, perhaps because they had a guest.

“My apologies Vance, my family seems to desire to discuss my private life in front of a guest and ruining a perfectly lovely meal.” To add to the statement Mabel clucked out a noise of annoyance and agreement. Her children were being ill mannered indeed.

“As for my status, since you all seem to have decided that it should be discussed, I would have you know my feelings on it. I will, slowly, end my mourning. I am not ready to cast it off as if it did not matter but I believe that Bruce would not have wanted me to spend my life in black and in the shadow of his memory. If that had been the case he would not have left the estate for me to run.”

Jenny grinned. “So does this mean we can look at dresses for the party?”

Lillian looked thoughtful. “Yes, we can but I reserve the right to decide I am not ready.”

“Of course!” Jenny excitedly went back to her food. Anna smiled into her soup. Johnathan looked as if his soup had soured. Her aunt and uncle proceeded through their meal as if nothing had happened.

The conversation turned to the nursery preparations, the need for a new mattress for Maxwell and Jenny. Mabel made note that she would order a new one for the Cottage House as well.

“When will you start your position here Vance?” Lillian, her soup done looked up at him. The bowls that were empty were being cleared and plates with hard cheese and some fruit put out for them.

"Yes and will you stay here, in the guest room as the Cottage House is prepared?" Jenny chimed in on the conversation. She wanted to learn more about the man. She also hoped he might throw some compliments her way instead of her widow cousin in law.

"Blood and Guns" (A Vampire Tale from the Wild Wild West)

He used her first name again. It felt familiar and right on his lips even if decorum said otherwise. Vance followed it with an apology for being forward. Lillian did not take it as an insult, though to tell him that she enjoyed it would be forward on her part. It did bring up the point that she had not decided if she was returning to her maiden name or keeping her husband's. Much like when she would change from her mourning clothes, Lillian had not thought that far into the future.

Vance discussed what he believed about monsters. Lillian found his thoughts on the subject fascinating. She hadn't realized how much she missed conversation of this sort until now. She and Bruce often discussed many topics from business to history, philosophy to general news. Both were well read and well educated. Their breakfasts often turn into great long discussions that they had to pull themselves away from to get on with their day. After dinner was often the same.

Now, she leaned in engrossed in listening to him when the knock on the door seemed to startle them both. Lillian sat straighter, her one hand gripping her book to her lap. Vane was standing, hand on his gun. As the door opened, Lillian's cheeks warmed. They were acting almost as if they had been caught doing something wrong yet they had just been too involved in conversation to pay much attention to their surroundings.

She stood as the men began to leave. "I will stay but I thank you Mister Hamilton for the conversation. And Lillian is fine."

Lillian watched them go. She couldn't bring herself to tell him which of her last names she would continue with. Choosing Stewart felt like she was trying to forget about Bruce but McGregor brought back sadness.

Her book in hand she made her way out of the parlour to the upper floor and her room. Luncheon would be ready soon and she felt the need to freshen up after her nap. As she made her way down the hall her mind was on Vance, the book and the desire she had to continue their conversation again.

"Your hair is a mess. What did Tilly do to it this morning?" Anna stood in her doorway with a frown on her face.

"What? Oh, no. I tried to pin it up myself..." Lillian reached a hand up to touch her hair. It was slipping out of its pins.

Anna shook her head. "Let me fix it for you."

The two women headed to Lillian's room. She deposited her book on the bedside table before sitting at her dressing table. Anna came up behind her and began to free the pins from the dark hair.

"Mr Hamilton is here. Uncle has taken him outside for a walk around the ranch."

As if on cue the sound of gunshots rang out. It had taken Lillian some time to get used that sound when she first arrived. Boston had guns but most gentle society did not carry them. There wasn't the same need as there was out here. It really was a different world than the one she had grown up in.

"I bet Jenny will be happy to see him. I know I am pleased to learn we will have some night time protection. I can hear things at night, when I can't sleep. Animals most times I am sure but there will be something nice about knowing someone is watching the grounds. Not losing cattle will be good too. I hear we have lost a fair number. Let's hope your Mr Hamilton is a good shot."

Anna's eyes met hers in the mirror that was attached to her dressing table. By the heat in her cheeks Lillian didn't need to look to know she was blushing. "He is not my Mr Hamilton. I have known him for as long as you have."

"And yet that rosey skin says perhaps you enjoy the attention he pays you. I am guessing he will sit across from you at lunch as well. The man was quite interested in you yesterday. I saw him watching you from the moment he came in the door."

Lillian shook her head a little causing Anna to pull her hair as she wound it. "Hold still now." Anna scolded.

"I believe you are mistaken. A man does not find a widow attractive."

The brush ran through the long strands. Lillian was waiting for Anna to pin them up as well but she stopped, stepping away. A look in the mirror showed that some of her hair had been artfully wound into a bun on the back of her head. The rest of the dark brown locks hung in waves about her shoulders and down her back.

Lillian looked at Anna. "Married women wear their hair up."

Anna smiled sadly. "You aren't married anymore sweetheart." She patted Lillian's cheek. The young woman was three years younger than her and had not been married long. She had less experience in men, families and marriage. Anna both envied and pitied her. To be young and widowed felt hard and harsh in this place. She should be out and enjoying life, not wearing black and sitting alone.

"I think Jenny's idea for a party before the baby is a good one and I think you might want to consider changing. I did not know your husband very well but what I did know of him I do not think he would want you to spend your time missing him and not living a life. You think on it. Would Bruce want you to smile or sit here pale, alone with a book in your hand?"

Anna put down the brush and left the room. The luncheon bell rang out signalling the family to come down to the dining room.

Lillian looked at herself in the mirror. The black added to the paleness of her skin. It almost made her look corpse like in certain lights. The dress itself was a cut for a woman her aunt's age, not a woman of 22. A hand touched her hair that now framed her face.

She looked down to her hand where her wedding band still sat on her finger. What would Bruce want her to do? The sound of people in the hall, Jenny's laugh reminded Lillian it was time for their meal. And of course, their guest.

People were sitting and the food was being put at their places when she stepped into the room. Jenny's eyes went wide at the sight of her hair. "You look beautiful." The woman smiled and looked excited. "Does this mean we can go get a new dress for the party?"

Lillian could feel her aunt's eyes on her as she took her seat. "We will talk after lunch Jenny."

Jenny bounced into her seat. "Maxwell is outside. He said Vance..Mr Hamilton is here. I wonder if he will take the job. Won't it be nice to have so many strong men around to protect the ranch?"

Lillian nodded as she looked down at her plate. Would Vance notice her hair? Would he like it? Did it matter to her if he did?

"The soup is beef and vegetable. Some cheese and other things will come out soon. Bread should be warm." Mabel looked around. "Those men better not bring dust into my dining room." She looked stern as she passed the basket of bread to Jenny. Anna rolled her eyes a little.

"Blood and Guns" (A Vampire Tale from the Wild Wild West)

He used her name. For some reason that didn't bother her. In most she would find it forward, ill mannered but Lillian found herself liking the way her name sounded when he said it.

She smiled, her head tilting a little and a stray strand of hair falling from it's loose position. Her hair had not been well pinned up today and it seemed to threaten to fall at every moment. "Apollo, Artemis...gods and goddesses of the Greek world. I rather enjoy the stories of their heroes."

A blush formed as he turned the book. It wasn't long before he closed it, hiding away the illustration. Her aunt would never have approved. Of the book, of his viewing it with her or of him being alone with her.

"You bring up an interesting point and one I happen to ask myself often." Lillian took the book from him, placing it in her lap. "To me, the monsters as they often call them are beautiful and not to be treated as evil or bad. Often they are creatures or men, changed due to circumstances and just doing what they need to fight back, to survive as you put it. In Greek myths it is often the beautiful gods and goddesses who are the ones who bring down the worst experiences. For instance if Zeus stopped bedding every woman he desired no matter if she wanted it or not a great number of the so-called monsters would not exist."

A blush rose quickly in her face colouring her cheeks a pretty pink. It was not a topic one discussed in civilized company.

"I just meant that it seems in their stories monster does not mean evil. Sometimes yes, though I would argue that often not. They are often the result of the wickedness of others and made to suffer."

She leaned forward. It had been months since she was able to engage in such interesting conversation.

"Where do you stand on monsters then? Are men monsters?"