QuaintrelleDamsel
A mystery, unfolding.
Hello again.
Some of you, I've met, many of you, I have not. So, I figure, what better way for you all to get a feel for what I'm about than to take a stab at a request thread.
A little about me as a roleplayer:
I've been at this game for a rather long time. Though, it feels like it has been eons since I've had the opportunity to really dig my fingers into the rich soil of creative collaboration with another person. I am thrilled at the prospect of getting properly back into the swing of things.
Multi-paragraph posts are most definitely in my grasp, and depending on my connection to the character being played and the story being told, will fluctuate fairly in either direction.
As most people seem to be in agreement around these parts, quality is valued over quantity, and putting equal effort in is a must. Strong literacy is appreciated, but I'm not going to red pen your posts, I promise. Haha. I tend to go kind of crazy with commas, myself, and the ellipses (...) has come to be a strange sort of punctuation for me over the years.
Communication is also key. Don't fret over wanting to step away. Mutual fun is the goal. If that's not what's occurring, there's no reason to torture ourselves.
I work full time, five days a week, and have the usual two days off. I am also married, and I have to balance my life with my desire to write and indulge my hobby. I absolutely will set aside time to post replies, ideally on a daily basis, but periodically life will happen and there may be hiccups to be understanding about. I will happily keep up communication with any concerned parties about things that will pull me away for any unusual amount of time.
Themes and Genres:
I'm flexible for the most part. Writing is an escape for me, so I enjoy settings that take me out of the world I exist in on the daily. However, if you've got something fun to try, let's try it!
Medieval Fantasy and High Fantasy (these are what I tend to tumble easiest into)
Steampunk Victorian
Modern Fantasy
Horror/Dark Fantasy (Vampires, werewolves, and demons..ooh my!)
Any of these genres can be wholesome or smutty for me, but I really do appreciate a storyline. It's nice to have some interludes connecting those filthy scenes *wink wink*.
Smut specifics:
No potty play, or vomit
Non-con is fine, though I usually like to twist it to the consensual side after a skip or two.
BDSM D/s genres are lovely, and I lean submissive/bratty with occasional dives into Femdom if the circumstances really speak to me.
Rough play is also fun (spanking, marks and scratches, choking etc)
Blood is negotiable, especially if it makes sense for the scene. But I'm not looking for gore or vore. (some of those dark fantasy possibilities might lead to some "blood-letting", for example)
Obviously, not everything has to be rough and tumble, either. If a dynamic calls for tender romance, I'm down for some vanilla town!
As I said, I love a good storyline, but building them on my own has never really been my forte. A lot of my writing over the years has been a more open story, freestyle roleplaying...so as a result, I've amassed a stunning menagerie of characters with personalities and partially fleshed-out backgrounds, but no real solid connection to anyone else or storyline. (I spent a lot of time on chat forums monologuing and having random one-off sessions with other people and their characters) So, I find it most fun to jump in on other people's ideas. I almost always have a personality floating around in my head that can wiggle into a character role for other's ideas.
Character types I have at my fingertips:
Ancient vampiress (calculating and seductive, but quick to anger)
Medieval fantasy brand healer/bardess/dancer
Various shapeshifters (modern or medieval) Feline, wolf, fox, bird, a unicorn, a deer....and I'm sure there's more haha.
Siren/mermaid (though not in the traditional sense...she looks the part, but feeds off of her prey's life force or energies)
A Fire Witch who is discovering her powers, she's 18 and VERY shook about her sudden tendencies to accidentally burst things into flame.
Dryad (named Dyrad lol)
Various demon-like or succubus-like characters
Burlesque dancer
That's really a nice snippet, so far, but it definitely is not a complete list. I also have character pictures to go with most of them, since most of them rose to existence back in the day when you did nothing but create character images in photoshop when you were waiting for decent rp to fall into your lap. Haha.
Anyhooo...I hope this made some amount of sense and maybe got one or two of you curious. I'll share a sample of my non-smutty writing here, just a little inspirational kick I had one day and had to explore it. Message me if you have anything you'd like to collaborate on!
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The Fix
There was a tremble in her hand...a shiver of nerves and pent-up energy that needed an outlet as she laid her palm against the metallic handle of the swinging door before her. She paused for just an instant, sharp gaze fixed upon that handle before she urged the door inward and crossed the threshold. Somewhere above, a delicate tinkle of a chime heralded her arrival to the small shop beyond...a sweet and simple sound, hardly intrusive, but she flared her nostrils with excited breath all the same, whites of her teeth peeking out from between slightly parted lips as a smile began to escape. The smell of clean, no, sterile flooded her senses..colors upon the walls, an organized chaos of artwork and paint and decor, dazzled and embraced her fancy. Her pulse quickened, just a smidge, promises of what was to come piquing her attention and drawing her gaze to the peddler of her addiction.
The man welcomed her warmly, as any dealer might welcome their junkie. He was stout, sturdily built, but taller than her (no difficult feat there)..by all accounts, he should have been frightening..a strong countenance poured into a vintage rock band t-shirt and loose-fitted black jeans with a wallet chain dangling from the pocket and belt. Strong arms were painted, every square inch, with patterns and sketches..they sprawled upward from knuckles to biceps. Expertly crafted designs that snaked their way across his flesh to continue their path somewhere under the cover of his t-shirt..only to resurface, clinging to his neck and jawline, as if cradling his head and keeping it sturdily in place. Silver-colored jewelry adorned various places of his face and ears..septum, eyebrow, snakebite hoops burrowed into a broad lower lip.
Yes..he should have been frightening...but she was not afraid. She trusted him. She paid him to satisfy that nagging craving she'd had since her first nerve-wracked stint with a needle to her skin. That was the beginning of her addiction, and she had been through many dealers since that day..but today, Shaun was her enabler.
Everything was ready. The table was laid flat and wrapped with cellophane. Tiny tubs of ink lined up, and concept drawings were displayed for optimal reference viewing. His illustrated hand slapped gently upon the table, an invitation for her to settle in while he adjusted his stool and did the same.
She didn't hesitate, there was no reason to..it had been too long. She peeled her blouse off shamelessly..emboldened by the professionalism she knew her peddler to possess..and cradled her dismissed garment to her chest as she lowered herself belly down upon the table. They spoke quietly and casually of their plans for her canvas while he checked his tools and prepped her skin. She jolted...a spritz of super chilly antiseptic coating her bared back, cascading goosebumps across her skin and filling her nostrils with that renewed scent of soapy sterilization.
Air sucked between her teeth in a gentle hiss as she turned her face to the table beneath her and uttered a thrilled squeak, the zapping buzz of his gun suddenly rattling in her ears. It was a quick and snappy sound...he was simply collecting ink...but her skin tingled in answer to the sweet buzz of the tool, and continued to do so until the sound muffled itself against her back.
There was a moment, fleeting but solid, where she was tense...absorbing the sharp vibrations of the needle biting into her skin..feeling it trace and carve the design they had agreed upon into her fair flesh. Shaun was painting her permanently with his artistry and she was alive and blazing for this moment.
She froze in place, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to blink..she could only think to try and not move a muscle. It stung...no...burned...no...both..and it was amazing. She could feel his gloved fingertips pressing into her back. Holding her skin in place for each stroke passing across exposed flesh.. Body aching vibrations echoed through her as he worked, oddly relaxing her to her core. It reminded her suddenly to breathe again, but periodically she had to return to that reminder, who had the mind to pay to functioning lungs at a time like this? Too easy to get absorbed...too easy to meditate amongst the endorphins and constant rush of adrenaline. She laid her head upon her folded arms and let her dealer draw her fix upon her body. She basked in the sweet muted pain she had been chasing for so long..and let her brain stew in the fog of euphoria. This would not be the end. There would always be cravings to chase and dealers to deal with.
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Some of you, I've met, many of you, I have not. So, I figure, what better way for you all to get a feel for what I'm about than to take a stab at a request thread.
A little about me as a roleplayer:
I've been at this game for a rather long time. Though, it feels like it has been eons since I've had the opportunity to really dig my fingers into the rich soil of creative collaboration with another person. I am thrilled at the prospect of getting properly back into the swing of things.
Multi-paragraph posts are most definitely in my grasp, and depending on my connection to the character being played and the story being told, will fluctuate fairly in either direction.
As most people seem to be in agreement around these parts, quality is valued over quantity, and putting equal effort in is a must. Strong literacy is appreciated, but I'm not going to red pen your posts, I promise. Haha. I tend to go kind of crazy with commas, myself, and the ellipses (...) has come to be a strange sort of punctuation for me over the years.
Communication is also key. Don't fret over wanting to step away. Mutual fun is the goal. If that's not what's occurring, there's no reason to torture ourselves.
I work full time, five days a week, and have the usual two days off. I am also married, and I have to balance my life with my desire to write and indulge my hobby. I absolutely will set aside time to post replies, ideally on a daily basis, but periodically life will happen and there may be hiccups to be understanding about. I will happily keep up communication with any concerned parties about things that will pull me away for any unusual amount of time.
Themes and Genres:
I'm flexible for the most part. Writing is an escape for me, so I enjoy settings that take me out of the world I exist in on the daily. However, if you've got something fun to try, let's try it!
Medieval Fantasy and High Fantasy (these are what I tend to tumble easiest into)
Steampunk Victorian
Modern Fantasy
Horror/Dark Fantasy (Vampires, werewolves, and demons..ooh my!)
Any of these genres can be wholesome or smutty for me, but I really do appreciate a storyline. It's nice to have some interludes connecting those filthy scenes *wink wink*.
Smut specifics:
No potty play, or vomit
Non-con is fine, though I usually like to twist it to the consensual side after a skip or two.
BDSM D/s genres are lovely, and I lean submissive/bratty with occasional dives into Femdom if the circumstances really speak to me.
Rough play is also fun (spanking, marks and scratches, choking etc)
Blood is negotiable, especially if it makes sense for the scene. But I'm not looking for gore or vore. (some of those dark fantasy possibilities might lead to some "blood-letting", for example)
Obviously, not everything has to be rough and tumble, either. If a dynamic calls for tender romance, I'm down for some vanilla town!
As I said, I love a good storyline, but building them on my own has never really been my forte. A lot of my writing over the years has been a more open story, freestyle roleplaying...so as a result, I've amassed a stunning menagerie of characters with personalities and partially fleshed-out backgrounds, but no real solid connection to anyone else or storyline. (I spent a lot of time on chat forums monologuing and having random one-off sessions with other people and their characters) So, I find it most fun to jump in on other people's ideas. I almost always have a personality floating around in my head that can wiggle into a character role for other's ideas.
Character types I have at my fingertips:
Ancient vampiress (calculating and seductive, but quick to anger)
Medieval fantasy brand healer/bardess/dancer
Various shapeshifters (modern or medieval) Feline, wolf, fox, bird, a unicorn, a deer....and I'm sure there's more haha.
Siren/mermaid (though not in the traditional sense...she looks the part, but feeds off of her prey's life force or energies)
A Fire Witch who is discovering her powers, she's 18 and VERY shook about her sudden tendencies to accidentally burst things into flame.
Dryad (named Dyrad lol)
Various demon-like or succubus-like characters
Burlesque dancer
That's really a nice snippet, so far, but it definitely is not a complete list. I also have character pictures to go with most of them, since most of them rose to existence back in the day when you did nothing but create character images in photoshop when you were waiting for decent rp to fall into your lap. Haha.
Anyhooo...I hope this made some amount of sense and maybe got one or two of you curious. I'll share a sample of my non-smutty writing here, just a little inspirational kick I had one day and had to explore it. Message me if you have anything you'd like to collaborate on!
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The Fix
There was a tremble in her hand...a shiver of nerves and pent-up energy that needed an outlet as she laid her palm against the metallic handle of the swinging door before her. She paused for just an instant, sharp gaze fixed upon that handle before she urged the door inward and crossed the threshold. Somewhere above, a delicate tinkle of a chime heralded her arrival to the small shop beyond...a sweet and simple sound, hardly intrusive, but she flared her nostrils with excited breath all the same, whites of her teeth peeking out from between slightly parted lips as a smile began to escape. The smell of clean, no, sterile flooded her senses..colors upon the walls, an organized chaos of artwork and paint and decor, dazzled and embraced her fancy. Her pulse quickened, just a smidge, promises of what was to come piquing her attention and drawing her gaze to the peddler of her addiction.
The man welcomed her warmly, as any dealer might welcome their junkie. He was stout, sturdily built, but taller than her (no difficult feat there)..by all accounts, he should have been frightening..a strong countenance poured into a vintage rock band t-shirt and loose-fitted black jeans with a wallet chain dangling from the pocket and belt. Strong arms were painted, every square inch, with patterns and sketches..they sprawled upward from knuckles to biceps. Expertly crafted designs that snaked their way across his flesh to continue their path somewhere under the cover of his t-shirt..only to resurface, clinging to his neck and jawline, as if cradling his head and keeping it sturdily in place. Silver-colored jewelry adorned various places of his face and ears..septum, eyebrow, snakebite hoops burrowed into a broad lower lip.
Yes..he should have been frightening...but she was not afraid. She trusted him. She paid him to satisfy that nagging craving she'd had since her first nerve-wracked stint with a needle to her skin. That was the beginning of her addiction, and she had been through many dealers since that day..but today, Shaun was her enabler.
Everything was ready. The table was laid flat and wrapped with cellophane. Tiny tubs of ink lined up, and concept drawings were displayed for optimal reference viewing. His illustrated hand slapped gently upon the table, an invitation for her to settle in while he adjusted his stool and did the same.
She didn't hesitate, there was no reason to..it had been too long. She peeled her blouse off shamelessly..emboldened by the professionalism she knew her peddler to possess..and cradled her dismissed garment to her chest as she lowered herself belly down upon the table. They spoke quietly and casually of their plans for her canvas while he checked his tools and prepped her skin. She jolted...a spritz of super chilly antiseptic coating her bared back, cascading goosebumps across her skin and filling her nostrils with that renewed scent of soapy sterilization.
Air sucked between her teeth in a gentle hiss as she turned her face to the table beneath her and uttered a thrilled squeak, the zapping buzz of his gun suddenly rattling in her ears. It was a quick and snappy sound...he was simply collecting ink...but her skin tingled in answer to the sweet buzz of the tool, and continued to do so until the sound muffled itself against her back.
There was a moment, fleeting but solid, where she was tense...absorbing the sharp vibrations of the needle biting into her skin..feeling it trace and carve the design they had agreed upon into her fair flesh. Shaun was painting her permanently with his artistry and she was alive and blazing for this moment.
She froze in place, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to blink..she could only think to try and not move a muscle. It stung...no...burned...no...both..and it was amazing. She could feel his gloved fingertips pressing into her back. Holding her skin in place for each stroke passing across exposed flesh.. Body aching vibrations echoed through her as he worked, oddly relaxing her to her core. It reminded her suddenly to breathe again, but periodically she had to return to that reminder, who had the mind to pay to functioning lungs at a time like this? Too easy to get absorbed...too easy to meditate amongst the endorphins and constant rush of adrenaline. She laid her head upon her folded arms and let her dealer draw her fix upon her body. She basked in the sweet muted pain she had been chasing for so long..and let her brain stew in the fog of euphoria. This would not be the end. There would always be cravings to chase and dealers to deal with.
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