u/Gottafindpeeps

It had been a long night. I'm working a deadend job, making less than minimum wage... all I've ever wished for is to have a different life. To be someone different, my body wasn't amazing, I was too tall for my own preferences so I've just tried not to think about it. Lost in thought though as I started to cross the street I noticed a pair of headlights, racing down the street...

When I woke up I wasn't where I was, I wasn't even in the street. I was on wood, with a shifting weight and wobbling surface. I then heard the sound of voices though they weren't a language I understood. By the time opened my eyes I looked around, noticing I was different. I had soft, malleable skin, then I realised I was completely naked, then realising that I wasn't just naked, but female... I grew incredibly embarrassed and confused, trying to stand but a voice stops me. This time I understand as a soft, femininevoice pushes me back down. "Woah woah, calm yourself my dear, you should rest, I mean... there's no way you'll be alright after the fall you've had"

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Hey there, if you've read this far, Thank you!

In this plot I'd much rather be a changeling of some sort, so please be alright with that.

Before you reach out, please ensure that you send the following in your first message: Kinks and Limits (detailed as won't accept 'limitless'), age, and an example of your writing style.

It had been a long night. I'm working a deadend job, making less than minimum wage... all I've ever wished for is to have a different life. To be someone different, my body wasn't amazing, I was too tall for my own preferences so I've just tried not to think about it. Lost in thought though as I started to cross the street I noticed a pair of headlights, racing down the street...

When I woke up I wasn't where I was, I wasn't even in the street. I was on wood, with a shifting weight and wobbling surface. I then heard the sound of voices though they weren't a language I understood. By the time opened my eyes I looked around, noticing I was different. I had soft, malleable skin, then I realised I was completely naked, then realising that I wasn't just naked, but female... I grew incredibly embarrassed and confused, trying to stand but a voice stops me. This time I understand as a soft, femininevoice pushes me back down. "Woah woah, calm yourself my dear, you should rest, I mean... there's no way you'll be alright after the fall you've had"

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Hey there, if you've read this far, Thank you!

In this plot I'd much rather be a changeling of some sort, so please be alright with that.

Before you reach out, please ensure that you send the following in your first message: Kinks and Limits (detailed as won't accept 'limitless'), age, and an example of your writing style.

It had been a long night. I'm working a deadend job, making less than minimum wage... all I've ever wished for is to have a different life. To be someone different, my body wasn't amazing, I was too tall for my own preferences so I've just tried not to think about it. Lost in thought though as I started to cross the street I noticed a pair of headlights, racing down the street...

When I woke up I wasn't where I was, I wasn't even in the street. I was on wood, with a shifting weight and wobbling surface. I then heard the sound of voices though they weren't a language I understood. By the time opened my eyes I looked around, noticing I was different. I had soft, malleable skin, then I realised I was completely naked, then realising that I wasn't just naked, but female... I grew incredibly embarrassed and confused, trying to stand but a voice stops me. This time I understand as a soft, femininevoice pushes me back down. "Woah woah, calm yourself my dear, you should rest, I mean... there's no way you'll be alright after the fall you've had"

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Hey there, if you've read this far, Thank you!

In this plot I'd much rather be a changeling of some sort, so please be alright with that.

Before you reach out, please ensure that you send the following in your first message: Kinks and Limits (detailed as won't accept 'limitless'), age, and an example of your writing style.

I am 18+

1: I was travelling over the wintery mountains, freezing in my warm clothes as I try to reach the Ice type gym. Who the fuck puts a gym at the top of a mountain? Thats all I could think as I got hungry. I looked into my back and noticed that I had run out of chili. It was doing a decent job keeping me warm so I guess I ate all of it a little too quickly. Shit. Though, beside it I caught a glimpse of the blue wrapper, a Rare Candy. I had always wondered what those taste like... maybe it couldn't hurt to just eat one and get the rest of the way up this stupid mountain. So as I kept walking I unwrapped the rare candy and put it in my mouth. It was kind of chewy, like a gummy candy with a shell, or gum.

As I chewed I started to feel warm, comfortably warm. Then I got hotter, and hotter and I felt I needed to shed a layer, taking off my coat, but it didn't feel like it helped as I panted, falling to my knees as my body starts to change without my knowledge, fur sprouting up and around my entire body as my heat begins to melt the snow around me before my body temperature started to plummeted, becoming freezing cold and my new fur turns blue and I drop onto all fours. Then the cold doesn't feel too uncomfortable. Its a while before I can get my bearings, looking around and noticing everything looks so much bigger, then I look at myself and see that I've turned into a Glaceon!

2: It was finally the day, I got to be a Pokémon trainer, rushing to get myself collected and make sure I have all my stuff, making sure I have everything, my tent, which is actually my parents tent but they're letting me use it. Its big enough to hold a fully grown Alpha Garchomp, plus room for myself and my bag. Plenty of clothes, plus some clothes I've been wanting to try on and walk around in public in. All feminine and kind of cute. Though, I was extremely nervous, what if my first Pokémon didn't like me? What if the professor said they were out of Pokémon? For now I forced that out of my mind as I went downstairs.

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Hey There! If you read all the way through, thank you.

If you're interested in either of my plots please send me a message including your Kinks AND Limits, Age, an example of how you write, and your favourite Pokémon.

I will not reply if you do not include it.

I prefer Pokémon to be as they appear in game, so these plots will involve beastiality so if thats not your thing, these plots won't be for you.

1: I was travelling over the wintery mountains, freezing in my warm clothes as I try to reach the Ice type gym. Who the fuck puts a gym at the top of a mountain? Thats all I could think as I got hungry. I looked into my back and noticed that I had run out of chili. It was doing a decent job keeping me warm so I guess I ate all of it a little too quickly. Shit. Though, beside it I caught a glimpse of the blue wrapper, a Rare Candy. I had always wondered what those taste like... maybe it couldn't hurt to just eat one and get the rest of the way up this stupid mountain. So as I kept walking I unwrapped the rare candy and put it in my mouth. It was kind of chewy, like a gummy candy with a shell, or gum.

As I chewed I started to feel warm, comfortably warm. Then I got hotter, and hotter and I felt I needed to shed a layer, taking off my coat, but it didn't feel like it helped as I panted, falling to my knees as my body starts to change without my knowledge, fur sprouting up and around my entire body as my heat begins to melt the snow around me before my body temperature started to plummeted, becoming freezing cold and my new fur turns blue and I drop onto all fours. Then the cold doesn't feel too uncomfortable. Its a while before I can get my bearings, looking around and noticing everything looks so much bigger, then I look at myself and see that I've turned into a Glaceon!

2: It was finally the day, I got to be a Pokémon trainer, rushing to get myself collected and make sure I have all my stuff, making sure I have everything, my tent, which is actually my parents tent but they're letting me use it. Its big enough to hold a fully grown Alpha Garchomp, plus room for myself and my bag. Plenty of clothes, plus some clothes I've been wanting to try on and walk around in public in. All feminine and kind of cute. Though, I was extremely nervous, what if my first Pokémon didn't like me? What if the professor said they were out of Pokémon? For now I forced that out of my mind as I went downstairs.

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Hey There! If you read all the way through, thank you.

If you're interested in either of my plots please send me a message including your Kinks AND Limits, Age, an example of how you write, and your favourite Pokémon.

I will not reply if you do not include it.

I prefer Pokémon to be as they appear in game, so these plots will involve beastiality so if thats not your thing, these plots won't be for you.

1: I was travelling over the wintery mountains, freezing in my warm clothes as I try to reach the Ice type gym. Who the fuck puts a gym at the top of a mountain? Thats all I could think as I got hungry. I looked into my back and noticed that I had run out of chili. It was doing a decent job keeping me warm so I guess I ate all of it a little too quickly. Shit. Though, beside it I caught a glimpse of the blue wrapper, a Rare Candy. I had always wondered what those taste like... maybe it couldn't hurt to just eat one and get the rest of the way up this stupid mountain. So as I kept walking I unwrapped the rare candy and put it in my mouth. It was kind of chewy, like a gummy candy with a shell, or gum.

As I chewed I started to feel warm, comfortably warm. Then I got hotter, and hotter and I felt I needed to shed a layer, taking off my coat, but it didn't feel like it helped as I panted, falling to my knees as my body starts to change without my knowledge, fur sprouting up and around my entire body as my heat begins to melt the snow around me before my body temperature started to plummeted, becoming freezing cold and my new fur turns blue and I drop onto all fours. Then the cold doesn't feel too uncomfortable. Its a while before I can get my bearings, looking around and noticing everything looks so much bigger, then I look at myself and see that I've turned into a Glaceon!

2: It was finally the day, I got to be a Pokémon trainer, rushing to get myself collected and make sure I have all my stuff, making sure I have everything, my tent, which is actually my parents tent but they're letting me use it. Its big enough to hold a fully grown Alpha Garchomp, plus room for myself and my bag. Plenty of clothes, plus some clothes I've been wanting to try on and walk around in public in. All feminine and kind of cute. Though, I was extremely nervous, what if my first Pokémon didn't like me? What if the professor said they were out of Pokémon? For now I forced that out of my mind as I went downstairs.

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Hey There! If you read all the way through, thank you.

If you're interested in either of my plots please send me a message including your Kinks AND Limits, Age, an example of how you write, and your favourite Pokémon.

I will not reply if you do not include it.

I prefer Pokémon to be as they appear in game, so these plots will involve beastiality so if thats not your thing, these plots won't be for you.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

1: I was travelling over the wintery mountains, freezing in my warm clothes as I try to reach the Ice type gym. Who the fuck puts a gym at the top of a mountain? Thats all I could think as I got hungry. I looked into my back and noticed that I had run out of chili. It was doing a decent job keeping me warm so I guess I ate all of it a little too quickly. Shit. Though, beside it I caught a glimpse of the blue wrapper, a Rare Candy. I had always wondered what those taste like... maybe it couldn't hurt to just eat one and get the rest of the way up this stupid mountain. So as I kept walking I unwrapped the rare candy and put it in my mouth. It was kind of chewy, like a gummy candy with a shell, or gum.

As I chewed I started to feel warm, comfortably warm. Then I got hotter, and hotter and I felt I needed to shed a layer, taking off my coat, but it didn't feel like it helped as I panted, falling to my knees as my body starts to change without my knowledge, fur sprouting up and around my entire body as my heat begins to melt the snow around me before my body temperature started to plummeted, becoming freezing cold and my new fur turns blue and I drop onto all fours. Then the cold doesn't feel too uncomfortable. Its a while before I can get my bearings, looking around and noticing everything looks so much bigger, then I look at myself and see that I've turned into a Glaceon!

2: It was finally the day, I got to be a Pokémon trainer, rushing to get myself collected and make sure I have all my stuff, making sure I have everything, my tent, which is actually my parents tent but they're letting me use it. Its big enough to hold a fully grown Alpha Garchomp, plus room for myself and my bag. Plenty of clothes, plus some clothes I've been wanting to try on and walk around in public in. All feminine and kind of cute. Though, I was extremely nervous, what if my first Pokémon didn't like me? What if the professor said they were out of Pokémon? For now I forced that out of my mind as I went downstairs.

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Hey There! If you read all the way through, thank you.

If you're interested in either of my plots please send me a message including your Kinks AND Limits, Age, an example of how you write, and your favourite Pokémon.

I will not reply if you do not include it.

I prefer Pokémon to be as they appear in game, so these plots will involve beastiality so if thats not your thing, these plots won't be for you.

I am 18+

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PLOT IS VERY VIOLENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

It was freezing cold out. I had been wandering around the streets for hours, just trying to find somewhere to hide so I could be warm. All I could find was a dumpster, sighing as I step towards it and lifting the lid, climbing up and then falling in. Maybe it was gross but it was better than nothing. At least until the lid shut before I got all the way in, slamming on my foot. I tried to pull it back in but I just heard a loud CRACK with a flash of pain, so I gave up. I was effectively stuck in here.

I wasn't sure just how long I was inside the dumpster but soon I felt a hand on my foot, causing a shooting pain, telling whoever was outside that I was alive. I couldn't hear much of what they were saying but when they opened the dumpster and lifted me out of it, they seemed pretty pleased with what they found, I simply hoped that wherever they were taking me was nice, as I was too tired to fight them.

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Hey There! If you read the entirety of my plot, Thank You, and if you're still reading into the requirements, Thank You Again. With this plot you'll want to have way less limits as I am looking for some gruesome, disgusting things so the more fucked you are the better.

To be considered for this plot you need to sent your Kinks AND Limits, Age, and an example of of your writing style. If you don't send these I will not reply to you!

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PLOT IS VERY VIOLENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

It was freezing cold out. I had been wandering around the streets for hours, just trying to find somewhere to hide so I could be warm. All I could find was a dumpster, sighing as I step towards it and lifting the lid, climbing up and then falling in. Maybe it was gross but it was better than nothing. At least until the lid shut before I got all the way in, slamming on my foot. I tried to pull it back in but I just heard a loud CRACK with a flash of pain, so I gave up. I was effectively stuck in here.

I wasn't sure just how long I was inside the dumpster but soon I felt a hand on my foot, causing a shooting pain, telling whoever was outside that I was alive. I couldn't hear much of what they were saying but when they opened the dumpster and lifted me out of it, they seemed pretty pleased with what they found, I simply hoped that wherever they were taking me was nice, as I was too tired to fight them.

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Hey There! If you read the entirety of my plot, Thank You, and if you're still reading into the requirements, Thank You Again. With this plot you'll want to have way less limits as I am looking for some gruesome, disgusting things so the more fucked you are the better.

To be considered for this plot you need to sent your Kinks AND Limits, Age, and an example of of your writing style. If you don't send these I will not reply to you!

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PLOT IS VERY VIOLENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

It was freezing cold out. I had been wandering around the streets for hours, just trying to find somewhere to hide so I could be warm. All I could find was a dumpster, sighing as I step towards it and lifting the lid, climbing up and then falling in. Maybe it was gross but it was better than nothing. At least until the lid shut before I got all the way in, slamming on my foot. I tried to pull it back in but I just heard a loud CRACK with a flash of pain, so I gave up. I was effectively stuck in here.

I wasn't sure just how long I was inside the dumpster but soon I felt a hand on my foot, causing a shooting pain, telling whoever was outside that I was alive. I couldn't hear much of what they were saying but when they opened the dumpster and lifted me out of it, they seemed pretty pleased with what they found, I simply hoped that wherever they were taking me was nice, as I was too tired to fight them.

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Hey There! If you read the entirety of my plot, Thank You, and if you're still reading into the requirements, Thank You Again. With this plot you'll want to have way less limits as I am looking for some gruesome, disgusting things so the more fucked you are the better.

To be considered for this plot you need to sent your Kinks AND Limits, Age, and an example of of your writing style. If you don't send these I will not reply to you!

I am 18+

In the oldest war according to history, the king of the largest kingdom, who's name has been long forgotten, commissioned and army. The army was to be of steel and wood, running off magic, but along with the army he commissioned one more. One to protect his only daughter. He named this one with its simple purpose. 'Caretaker'.

Caretaker's only role was to protect his only daughter. The Princess who was set to inherit the kingdom, while he focused on the war. It took some time for the princess to get accustomed to Caretaker's presence, especially since they never slept. The quiet whirring and clicking of gears and processes within the machine disturbed her, but after months of it acting as her bodyguard she learned to be used to it. Never giving it a name, as Caretaker fit wonderfully to her, but eventually no longer referring to Caretaker as an it, rather a She. Caretaker continued to be the Princess' protector, yet the Princess played and laughed and slowly, Caretaker begun playing with her, the Princess would decorate Caretaker's wooden seams with flowers, despite how the attendants would protest, deeming it improper, considering how they only saw the Warforged's Purpose.

Yet years into the war, the enemy had attacked the castle. The fire and smoke flooded the halls as Caretaker ran with the Princess in her arms wielding her shield to try and defend the Princess. Yet despite her best efforts, the ceiling collapsed, pinning Caretaker and the Princess beneathe the rubble. Caretaker managed to get enough off of them to get them unstuck but it was too late. The Princess was dead. Crushed under the weight of the rubble. Caretaker's only purpose was to defend the Princess and she was gone. Caretaker, defaulted to the only thing their systems could think of, lifting the body close and sitting in the rubble. Caretaker held the body close to themselves as the castle collapsed above them. Burning and falling, crashing down as Caretaker was buried with the princess' body. Deactivating to remain motionless.

Centuries later, the castle was merely ruins, the Princess had decomposed and become nothing but a part of the ecosystem, spread between the trees. Yet within the ruin, the warforged lays dormant. Awaiting a simple spark to set her to life again.

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Hey There! I hope you liked my little tidbit that actually had pretty much nothing to do with the plot. What I wrote was actually just my character's backstory but the very very last paragraph of it is where it would actually start with your character discovering Caretaker within the ruins and upon Caretaker reactivating they would see your caretaker, and realise they greatly resemble the Princess, and their programming reassigning itself to them.

Any gender is alright as long as they're somewhat feminine, they would need to be an Artificer as well, though you can Multi-Class. YOU DO NOT NEED TO UNDERSTAND DND RULES. I barely understand them myself.

If you're interested in this rp, please include your Kinks AND Limits, your Age, and an Example of your writing style. I WILL NOT RESPOND WITHOUT ALL 3.

In the oldest war according to history, the king of the largest kingdom, who's name has been long forgotten, commissioned and army. The army was to be of steel and wood, running off magic, but along with the army he commissioned one more. One to protect his only daughter. He named this one with its simple purpose. 'Caretaker'.

Caretaker's only role was to protect his only daughter. The Princess who was set to inherit the kingdom, while he focused on the war. It took some time for the princess to get accustomed to Caretaker's presence, especially since they never slept. The quiet whirring and clicking of gears and processes within the machine disturbed her, but after months of it acting as her bodyguard she learned to be used to it. Never giving it a name, as Caretaker fit wonderfully to her, but eventually no longer referring to Caretaker as an it, rather a She. Caretaker continued to be the Princess' protector, yet the Princess played and laughed and slowly, Caretaker begun playing with her, the Princess would decorate Caretaker's wooden seams with flowers, despite how the attendants would protest, deeming it improper, considering how they only saw the Warforged's Purpose.

Yet years into the war, the enemy had attacked the castle. The fire and smoke flooded the halls as Caretaker ran with the Princess in her arms wielding her shield to try and defend the Princess. Yet despite her best efforts, the ceiling collapsed, pinning Caretaker and the Princess beneathe the rubble. Caretaker managed to get enough off of them to get them unstuck but it was too late. The Princess was dead. Crushed under the weight of the rubble. Caretaker's only purpose was to defend the Princess and she was gone. Caretaker, defaulted to the only thing their systems could think of, lifting the body close and sitting in the rubble. Caretaker held the body close to themselves as the castle collapsed above them. Burning and falling, crashing down as Caretaker was buried with the princess' body. Deactivating to remain motionless.

Centuries later, the castle was merely ruins, the Princess had decomposed and become nothing but a part of the ecosystem, spread between the trees. Yet within the ruin, the warforged lays dormant. Awaiting a simple spark to set her to life again.

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Hey There! I hope you liked my little tidbit that actually had pretty much nothing to do with the plot. What I wrote was actually just my character's backstory but the very very last paragraph of it is where it would actually start with your character discovering Caretaker within the ruins and upon Caretaker reactivating they would see your caretaker, and realise they greatly resemble the Princess, and their programming reassigning itself to them.

Any gender is alright as long as they're somewhat feminine, they would need to be an Artificer as well, though you can Multi-Class. YOU DO NOT NEED TO UNDERSTAND DND RULES. I barely understand them myself.

If you're interested in this rp, please include your Kinks AND Limits, your Age, and an Example of your writing style. I WILL NOT RESPOND WITHOUT ALL 3.

In the oldest war according to history, the king of the largest kingdom, who's name has been long forgotten, commissioned and army. The army was to be of steel and wood, running off magic, but along with the army he commissioned one more. One to protect his only daughter. He named this one with its simple purpose. 'Caretaker'.

Caretaker's only role was to protect his only daughter. The Princess who was set to inherit the kingdom, while he focused on the war. It took some time for the princess to get accustomed to Caretaker's presence, especially since they never slept. The quiet whirring and clicking of gears and processes within the machine disturbed her, but after months of it acting as her bodyguard she learned to be used to it. Never giving it a name, as Caretaker fit wonderfully to her, but eventually no longer referring to Caretaker as an it, rather a She. Caretaker continued to be the Princess' protector, yet the Princess played and laughed and slowly, Caretaker begun playing with her, the Princess would decorate Caretaker's wooden seams with flowers, despite how the attendants would protest, deeming it improper, considering how they only saw the Warforged's Purpose.

Yet years into the war, the enemy had attacked the castle. The fire and smoke flooded the halls as Caretaker ran with the Princess in her arms wielding her shield to try and defend the Princess. Yet despite her best efforts, the ceiling collapsed, pinning Caretaker and the Princess beneathe the rubble. Caretaker managed to get enough off of them to get them unstuck but it was too late. The Princess was dead. Crushed under the weight of the rubble. Caretaker's only purpose was to defend the Princess and she was gone. Caretaker, defaulted to the only thing their systems could think of, lifting the body close and sitting in the rubble. Caretaker held the body close to themselves as the castle collapsed above them. Burning and falling, crashing down as Caretaker was buried with the princess' body. Deactivating to remain motionless.

Centuries later, the castle was merely ruins, the Princess had decomposed and become nothing but a part of the ecosystem, spread between the trees. Yet within the ruin, the warforged lays dormant. Awaiting a simple spark to set her to life again.

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Hey There! I hope you liked my little tidbit that actually had pretty much nothing to do with the plot. What I wrote was actually just my character's backstory but the very very last paragraph of it is where it would actually start with your character discovering Caretaker within the ruins and upon Caretaker reactivating they would see your caretaker, and realise they greatly resemble the Princess, and their programming reassigning itself to them.

Any gender is alright as long as they're somewhat feminine, they would need to be an Artificer as well, though you can Multi-Class. YOU DO NOT NEED TO UNDERSTAND DND RULES. I barely understand them myself.

If you're interested in this rp, please include your Kinks AND Limits, your Age, and an Example of your writing style. I WILL NOT RESPOND WITHOUT ALL 3.

I am 18+