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Hey y'all. Been around here awhile, but a lot of my RPs have fallen through of late due to some IRL conflicts with my partners. I've been itching to get back into it, and finally got some plots I'm happy with.
Pairings & Simple Cravings
Pirate x Privateer
Aes Sedai x Warder
Master x Slave [Fantasy/Sci-fi]
Interested?
Please PM me about the idea that you would like to discuss with me, whether that be one of yours or mine.
♡
Expectations
- Plot/Smut 80/20 - At least for story plots. This will of course change based on the plot, but pure smut doesn't interest me.
- Literate, Multi-Paragraph Writers - Generally prefer 3+ paragraph replies. Otherwise, doesn't really hold my interest. If you have questions about what I prefer, I suggest poking around my post history.
- Communication - This is always important! If there's something I could be doing better, you're going to take a break for a bit - whatever, just let me know.
- Posts 1/Week - I am willing to be flexible on this, especially when life gets busy.
Me
- Detailed, Multi-Para replies - Generally 1/week. Sometimes it'll be more often but can't promise it.
- Character Development! I love getting into my character's heads, and developing them as all sorts of stuff happens to them.
- I do prefer FxF, but I am willing to do MxF, provide you are interested in writing the guy. There is a small chance I might write a more girly guy, depending on the plot. If that catches your interest, discuss it with me in PMs.
- World Building! I love this stuff.
- Kinks! They're great. These will be discussed in PMs.
- I generally do write more submissive characters, but that does not mean they are all shy, quiet types.
Plots
She had been one of the few outside the city when the reckoning struck. A great burst of fire from the sky that razed her beloved city. She did not look away, and for that, she paid a price - her sight.
It was the first strike of a war that still rages across the planet, though she does not know this. Her world is that of a city ruined, of a society collapsed into chaos. A wave of crime, looting, and violence spread rapidly to surrounding settlements. And she was amongst it, stumbling around in darkness, guided by one soul, whether out of kindness or abuse. Her life now rests in their hands.
It was the first strike of a war that still rages across the planet, though she does not know this. Her world is that of a city ruined, of a society collapsed into chaos. A wave of crime, looting, and violence spread rapidly to surrounding settlements. And she was amongst it, stumbling around in darkness, guided by one soul, whether out of kindness or abuse. Her life now rests in their hands.
Concubines are among the most valued of slaves in the land. Trained from birth in the ways of pleasure, as well as the finer points of noble life, history, and politics, only the richest may afford one, so exorbitant are their prices. All are of incredible beauty, and it is said for as long as they have existed, wars have been fought over a simple concubine. In a world where arranged marriages are commonplace, it is the job of a concubine to fulfill her lord or lady's wishes, a task all take to heart.
Precious few are released from their slavery, so beloved are they. But always do they hold the position of concubine, never wife. For even when they are free woman, they have no house, no royal blood. To marry would be beneath oneself. And yet, what happens when one such owner falls in love with such a concubine? To harbor a preference for a concubine is commonplace, yet true love, young love – there is power in that. Power to shatter tradition - but at what cost to the noble family?
Precious few are released from their slavery, so beloved are they. But always do they hold the position of concubine, never wife. For even when they are free woman, they have no house, no royal blood. To marry would be beneath oneself. And yet, what happens when one such owner falls in love with such a concubine? To harbor a preference for a concubine is commonplace, yet true love, young love – there is power in that. Power to shatter tradition - but at what cost to the noble family?
The culture and traditions of the Northern tribes are a foriegn to the outside world. In many places, they are both feared and hated in equal measure. Their raids are fierce, leaving many dead in their wake. They take riches, and more oft than not, people, never to be seen again.
She was the daughter of a traveling merchant, living in relative comfort. That was taken from her, replaced with a ring of iron around her neck.
** I'd like to explore the language barrier between the slave and master, as well as eventual love. Not looking for a ton of smut. **
She was the daughter of a traveling merchant, living in relative comfort. That was taken from her, replaced with a ring of iron around her neck.
** I'd like to explore the language barrier between the slave and master, as well as eventual love. Not looking for a ton of smut. **
Magic is a curse, feared by many. The destruction it can unleash has been seen by many, the effects still visible upon the land. Those that show the signs of the gift are oft exiled, if not killed outright. But still, there exist those that treasure the gift, and train those gifted in the use of it.
She had been drowning. The ship had sunk, and the door to her cabin had refused to budge. She pounded on it even as the water filled her lungs, as she cried out her rage to the water that slowly filled the room. Then, as the spots started to overtake her vision, something happened that she could not explain. The door flew apart, smashed by an invisible hand, and she swam to surface. Though deeply shaken, she was alive. Nobody should have known about it. About the gift that she had been hiding for years. But someone did.
She had been drowning. The ship had sunk, and the door to her cabin had refused to budge. She pounded on it even as the water filled her lungs, as she cried out her rage to the water that slowly filled the room. Then, as the spots started to overtake her vision, something happened that she could not explain. The door flew apart, smashed by an invisible hand, and she swam to surface. Though deeply shaken, she was alive. Nobody should have known about it. About the gift that she had been hiding for years. But someone did.
Once the world prospered, in an age of enlightenment. But no longer. All that remains is the remnant of a great empire, the great cities reduced to ashes, the tomes of knowledge crumbled to dust, leaving the world in darkness. Fragmented countries rose out of the ashes of the empire, even as the reckoning unleashed on the world spread. Monsters reign over the dead cities now.
There are few bastions of survival on the world, slowly bleeding out. Something must be done. The knowledge of the past must be regained. There is only one way - the dead cities must be explored.
There are few bastions of survival on the world, slowly bleeding out. Something must be done. The knowledge of the past must be regained. There is only one way - the dead cities must be explored.
In Athos, old blood rules supreme. The king, queen, and nobles of the court are all Old Blood, for there is power in blood. Some say this power came from the Gods, others, the Devils. Perhaps it is true, but who can be certain of whispers of an age long since passed?
Years of mingling with lesser houses and breeding with those that are not pure have taken their toll. Precious few houses Retain a fragment of their former selves. They are trained to use their powers, which are unique to each family. Some can control the elements – others, influence mind, speak with the dead. The list goes on, endlessly. Powers, great and small – most forgotten.
In a matter of days, two of the most powerful houses are set to be wed. Once enemies, the bond of marriage will bind the two together. Old blood, with old blood – a powerful alliance many fear. In their own regards, each are powerful – but together, they will be unstoppable. On that day, many gifts will be given – including a book of old history, one of the few recordings of what once was, and what could yet be. A book, corrupted with darkness, offers power beyond comprehension, but at a cost: The corruption of one's very being.
Years of mingling with lesser houses and breeding with those that are not pure have taken their toll. Precious few houses Retain a fragment of their former selves. They are trained to use their powers, which are unique to each family. Some can control the elements – others, influence mind, speak with the dead. The list goes on, endlessly. Powers, great and small – most forgotten.
In a matter of days, two of the most powerful houses are set to be wed. Once enemies, the bond of marriage will bind the two together. Old blood, with old blood – a powerful alliance many fear. In their own regards, each are powerful – but together, they will be unstoppable. On that day, many gifts will be given – including a book of old history, one of the few recordings of what once was, and what could yet be. A book, corrupted with darkness, offers power beyond comprehension, but at a cost: The corruption of one's very being.
Pairings & Simple Cravings
Pirate x Privateer
Aes Sedai x Warder
Master x Slave [Fantasy/Sci-fi]
Interested?
Please PM me about the idea that you would like to discuss with me, whether that be one of yours or mine.
♡
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