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Index
Introduction
Information (Details and Expectations)
Genre's | Pairings | Kinks
Plots
Plot Bunnies
Writing Samples
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Index
Introduction
Information (Details and Expectations)
Genre's | Pairings | Kinks
Plots
Plot Bunnies
Writing Samples

Introduction
Hello there! It's nice to meet you. Let me tell you a little bit about myself.
I'm a romantic novella writer who's been RPing for over 15 years. I find comfort in writing with those who are easygoing and incredibly understanding of any delays and respect my life outside of a writing space. I adore story, world building, and character development. Flaws are often a part of my character creation and as such, I enjoy when characters develop overtime and bloom (or wilt) into what fate may have in store for them. Tragic backstories are something I thrive on, as they assist my muse significantly - though that does not mean my character will be a victim. I can play anyone from the biggest sweetheart to the most wicked of villains. When it comes to writing, I typically take my time as I put so much care into each post that I make. My posts tend to focus on story first and foremost, so if you're in search of a romp, you won't find that here. I also never push for replies and I'm always rather giving when it comes to my writing style.
My likely roleplay response time: Looking for patient partners who are okay with sporadic turn-around times. When I'm back at my best, I typically respond once a week. It may take me a while to get there.
Please PM me if you're interested in a plot. Do not post here, thank you!
Please PM me if you're interested in a plot. Do not post here, thank you!
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Information;♦ All writer genders are accepted here!
♦ Currently searching for FxM
♦ Communication is a lovely, positive thing! I'm also ghost friendly and break friendly.
♦ Third person RP only.
♦ I typically play characters between 26-35 years of age. Please have characters who are over 21.
♦ We all make mistakes when writing. No pressure. No judgment.
♦ Long term stories are ideal
♦ Real life always comes first - for the both of us! If you disappear, no problem! I'll be here.
♦ Art, descriptions or face claims, tell me your preference and we can go with that!
♦ Story driven RP's are a favourite and I tend to prefer 70/30 [story/smut]. The ratio is not permanent and can be flexible. I offer a ratio as a way to express my desire for story focus first. This doesn't mean I dislike smut! I just wish for it to be reasonably and realistically placed. Please keep in mind kink and smut are different and would be more than happy to write a kinky roleplay! I will not respond to smut requests and will not indulge in playing out a smut filled fantasy. This is not what I'm here for. I'm a slow-burn writer.
♦ I write roughly 1000-2500+ words or more. I'm a novella poster searching for multi-para or novella posters.
♦ Colourful writing is welcome here. It is not a necessity. Write how you want to, as long as you're comfortable.
♦ I won't double - But I can play multiple characters for the story.
♦ I am not my character. Please do not message me with the intention of using "you and I" and instead offer "MC and YC". I also do not roleplay with writers who use self-inserts, this is a hard rule.
♦ Do not flirt with me. This is also a hard rule. I am happily betrothed to my lovely dark goddess, Demonia~!
♦ I may have to take some mental health days. If this happens, I will do my best to communicate it, especially if it may delay my posts. That said, I am incredibly understanding when it comes to post delays!
♦ If you aren't feeling the story at all, please know that it's okay! Let me know and there will never be any hard feelings.
♦ I deep dive into my character's thoughts, feelings, and motives toward the opposite character/s. One of the most interesting concepts to me is to witness a characters deepest, darkest thoughts. As a romantic writer, I delve into the broad spectrum of emotion, romantic involvement, perception, reactions, heartache, the pulling of strings, and many additional concepts. I also adore a good dark extreme story. Anything from the brash and irrational world of a devastating novel, to the core fears of a frightening town of horrors -or even a heinous taste of kidnapping, serial killers, demons, and monsters.
♦ I do not write rollover submissive types. Depending on the story, I will likely create a character that matches the one of my RP partner. Some may be strong-willed and assertive, others may be more shy and cute, but I will never play a doormat, or a 'respond only' type girl; I will always push the plot forward!
♦ If you happen to think we're compatible, send a message my way! But please note I won't reply to a simple "wanna rp?" question. If you send me a message with next to no context, or with clear indication you have not read my thread at all, I likely won't respond. This shows me that we won't be compatible from the start. Please send me a message with an introduction and ideas if you can!
Genre's | Pairings | Kinks
- Genre's
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☆ Slice of Life
☆ High/Low Fantasy
☆ Sci-Fi
☆ Romance
☆ Modern
☆ Dystopian
☆ Apocalyptic
☆ Horror
☆ Supernatural - Pairings
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Underlined is the preferred role.
Please note: I am currently not searching for just pairings. However; if you happen to have a good story idea to offer, feel free to message me with an idea revolving around the pairing.
▪ Princess x Knight
▪ Princess x Servant
▪ Princess x Peasant
▪ Demon x Human
▪ Stalker x Victim
▪ Rich x Poor
▪ Vampire x Ghoul
▪ Therapist x Patient
▪ Gang Member x Captive
▪ Musician x Fan or Friend
▪ Musician x Band Member - Kinks
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I'm a story focused writer. That doesn't mean I won't write smut though, I welcome any realistic possibilities within my RP's. I do not write pointless smut for the sake of it.
✔ Yes:
- ⭒Romance
⭒Kissing
⭒Biting / Licking
⭒Playful / Roughhousing / Teasing
⭒Character Connection
⭒Dating / Relationships / In Love / Falling For
⭒Cuddling / Intertwined / Hand Holding / Cutesy Stuff
⭒Hair Pulling
⭒Piercings / Tattoo's / Ratty Clothing
⭒Not Safe Sex / Clothed Sex / Rough Sex
⭒Loud Characters / Moaning
⭒Handjobs / Blowjobs
⭒Slapping / Spanking
⭒Cuffs / Ropes / Ties / Gags
⭒Collar / Leash
⭒Dirty Talk / Sweet Nothings
⭒Ear & Neck Play
⭒Scratching
⭒Strip Tease / Flirting
⭒Blindfolds
⭒Branding
⭒Foreplay
⭒Blackmail
⭒Versatile Competition
⭒Surprise, Woken or Spontaneous Intimacy
⭒Emotional Intimacy
⭒Exhaustion
⭒Softcore / Hardcore
⭒Masturbation
⭒Recording / Photography / Mirrors
⭒Con & Non Con & Dub-Con
⭒Virgins or Experienced
⭒Grinding
⭒Orgasm Control / Denial
⭒Pet Play
⭒Master/Slave
⭒Kidnapping
⭒Corruption
⭒Mind Control / Hypnotizing
⭒BDSM
⭒Choking
⭒Breath Control
⭒Humiliation
⭒Fear
⭒Monsters
⭒Demons / Angels
⭒Humanoid Aliens
- ⭒Bathroom stuff
⭒Futa
⭒Furries
⭒Food Play
⭒M-Preg
⭒First Person
⭒Fetishizing trans people
⭒OOC flirting
⭒Cheating characters (I do not play them, you can though!)
⭒Omegaverse
- ⭒Romance

A New World
Years beyond our time, MC awakens from cryogenic sleep to a time which is not her own. While she isn't the first, she is still one of many subjects. With emotions high, she is placed within the care of another, someone who will introduce her to the new world around her; YC. Adjusting to the new world around her would be exceedingly difficult. Is the world now horrifying? Has humanity created a new world order? Or, is there peace and tranquility?
Echoes From Above
[Human x Humanoid Alien]
Humanity has finally come into contact with an alien species, far more humanoid than expected. The alien species has been studying earth for quite some time, having learn their languages and putting forth an offer. A deal is made between both species and they exchange a handful of subjects for study. MC is part of a research team who's goal is to assist in studying YC and their species. The two are separated by a wall of glass, yet over time begin to grow rapport. In an unexpected series of events, MC finds herself in a difficult situation as the alien soon becomes more than just work for her.
[This idea could go in a romantic, brutal, or horrific direction. I'm open to all possibilities!]

Secrets
[Victim x Stalker]
Angst | Deceitful Romance | Potential Horror
(If you would like to play multiple characters, I do have the idea for an officer to be involved in this story as well)
Fame has recently found its way into MC's life and she's never been happier. Actress/Influencer/Streamer of sorts, she beaks into the scene and now lives a comfortable lifestyle. What she is completely unaware of is the fact that YC has been keeping his eyes on her for quite sometime. This story can go a couple of ways. On one hand, it can go in a deceitful direction where YC enters her life in such an insignificant way at first but slowly starts pushing into her life bit by bit. Maybe they meet locally and while he's a big fan, he keeps quiet about how he knows her and manages to get a date with her by showing off some charm. On the other hand, this can go in a much darker direction, where perhaps his own sickness begins to eat away at him and he starts sending her creepy letters, maybe even meeting her in person without her realizing it, or moving in next door to her apartment. Or, a mix of the two. There are several directions the story could go in. I would like this to lean in a darker direction, even if it starts out seeming to be lighthearted and slowly descends into an incredibly dark story - or starts off rather dark. It's entirely up for discussion.

Roads Untraveled
Inspired By: The Road
[Survivor x Survivor]
Tragedy | Horror | Angst | Romance | World Disaster | No Zombies
It has been years since the Apocalypse and humanity is at an all time low. It's rare to come across another human, let alone one without ill intentions. With the world in such a horrible state, food is scarce, water is limited, the sun is constantly shadowed and living animals are rare. The climate is constantly changing as dangerous forecasts continue to erupt without warning. As our characters cross paths, they likely end up untrusting of one another in fear of intentions brought on by others. Perhaps hope allows itself to linger beyond the faces in which humans hold.
Outbreak
[Survivor x Survivor]
Zombie Apocalypse | Tragedy | Angst | Horror | Action | Romance
Within the blink of an eye everything around them suddenly changed. What was once a complex wonder had turned into an everlasting tragedy. The clean streets of the city now covered in the epitome of bloodshed and chaos as humans panicked and everything fell into absolute desolation. Rumor's established that the government was behind the outbreak, that they caused the destruction of their planet, but no one truly knew the answer. The virus spread like wildfire and humans who were bitten changed within mere hours into mindless creatures that knew nothing more than to feed. I lean toward a preference of the apocalypse having already started, but I'm willing to listen to any ideas and alter what I may search for.
To The Surface
[Civilian x Civilian / Survivor x Survivor]
Humans have been living underground for centuries due to a disaster above ground. What the newest civilization knows of the events is taught within their history, but the references may be questionable albeit potentially unbelievable. It is forbidden to traverse to the surface, a law which has never quite been crossed before. Yet when a disaster occurs within their safe haven below (or resources drop significantly), those living within the society need to escape and make their way upward. What they find is up for discussion!

The Whisper of Fire
Inspired by: Under the Oak Tree
[Knight x Princess]
Romance | Arranged Marriage | Slow Burn | High Fantasy
Three years ago, the daughter of a duke was arranged to marry a knight she hardly knew, only to watch him leave her the following day on his way to war. Awaiting his return, her life was anything but glorious. Ever since a young age, her father treated her with cruel intent, giving all his attention to his eldest daughter whom he claimed as his favourite and brushing anything his youngest needed under the rug. Having hardly left castle grounds, she awaited for her husband to return to her. They only had one night together before he was sent off on his duties. Stories of her husband were told by whispering winds, carrying the tale of a knight turned commander by the slay of a powerful dragon. Upon his return in the middle of the night, he whisks her away to his fortress but a few days journey ahead. While their relationship starts off rocky and uncertain, they soon grow close and fall in love over time. Her journey to healing begins, as his devotion to her is sealed with a kiss.
Between Earth and Stone
[Half-Elf x Druid]
An injured half-elf shows up near a Druid grove, only to fall unconscious from her wounds. A nearby Druid witnesses the collapse and takes her to the grove and straight to a healer. Word gets out and two sides of Druid exist; the ones wishing to throw her out while the others warily enable her stay, albeit temporarily. The leader however decides to let her stay, feeling drawn to her for reasons he cannot explain. When the half-elf awakens days later, she only remembers small portions of her life. Who was she before this? And what of the Druid?
The Burning of Seasons
[Knight x Prince]
A knight dedicates himself to remaining by the side of the Princess, no matter the cost. One day, the kingdom is attacked by a rivalling army and soon begins to falls. Despite the disaster surrounding them, the knight has one duty; to protect the royal blood. The two escape together and venture forward knowing that they've lost the entire kingdom. The knight renews his vows, following the royal blood regardless of the circumstances, refusing to leave them alone.

Lost & Found
[Civilian x Gang Member]
Romance | Gang Violence | Opposites Attract
MC comes home from a late evening out and within the alleyway next to their apartment, a body lays there half-awake. It's rather clear YC has been beaten and bruised, having recently been in a fight. MC feels the need to help them- perhaps she is within the medical field, or is just a kind citizen. Nonetheless, she brings him inside for further help, and YC declines all potential police or hospital involvement, confessing to MC that he would rather be six feed under if he was found alive. MC soon finds out that YC isn't one of the good guys but in fact is part of a notorious, local gang.
Up for Ransom
[Victim x Gang Member]
Romance | Gang Violence | Opposites Attract
Within a grungy city full of delinquents, drugs, gangs and territory, the rich still prevail. The city practically split into two between wealthy and poor. After a night out on the town, MC, a wealthy citizen gets kidnapped. Perhaps she took a wrong turn and witnessed something she shouldn't have, or maybe her stalkers had been watching and waiting for hours or days. Nonetheless, she is knocked out cold and taken by a local, well known gang. Knowing of her prosperous background, the gang see's only one use for her; money. They send her family a warning, money in return for the MC's safety. Though, due to the gang's infamy, it's unlikely that she will survive. Luckily by chance, she ends up being placed under the control of the gang bosses right hand man (YC). Is he cruel on the outside and a gentle soul on the inside? Or, is he the devil incarnate?
Plot Bunnies
Below are simplistic ideas and pairings that are open to bigger plot concepts in need of collaboration.
▻ Modern Supernatural [Demon x Human]
⤷ A woman's life is slowly falling apart around her and things only seemingly get worse as a demon begins to creep its way from her nightmares into reality.
▻ Fantasy [Princess x Knight]---(Multiple ideas)
⤷ #1. Slow burn romance idea where the princess first meets her knight. The two develop a relationship slowly over time against all rule.
⤷ #2. A new knight is to accompany the princess to another kingdom to be married off to a man she despises. Along the way, the two seemingly fall in love and overcome several dangers in front of them.
⤷ #3. A knight ventures off on a mission for the crown, but before setting camp he so happens to find a stowaway; the princess, who happens to be ready to assist with any battles, determined to stay with her knight.
▻ Fantasy [Royal x Royal]
⤷ A royal loses her entire family, nothing left to her name. She is taken in by an older widowed royal who is cruel to her behind closed doors, yet acts kind in open places. She wishes to escape but has nowhere to go, no family or friends to assist her. Months after her stay, a man her age arrives and says he is the son of the widowed royal. Despite the dispute between the two men on legitimacy, the woman remains conflicted. Can she trust the potential son to assist her in her escape?
(*I am not looking to play a roll over submissive type, but a determined woman)
▻ Modern [Victim x Officer]
⤷ A woman finds herself in a horrifying predicament, as she is being stalked by a man she does not know, a man she cannot identify. As the case is taken seriously, she is placed into custody of an officer who she slowly begins to fall for. Two ideas;
⤷ #1. The stalker ends up being taken care of by the officer and the woman.
⤷ #2. The officer ends up being the stalker, and she played right into his hands.
Writing Samples
Below are some samples from previous roleplays. Feel free to take a look!
Below are some samples from previous roleplays. Feel free to take a look!
- Fantasy Female Character
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The bewitching hour was among them, skies far from glistening with what could have been stars - covered in their entirety by clouds of gloom. What she wouldn't give for the soft sanctuary of sunlight to beam gently down upon such soft, pure skin. Or perhaps during these cruel days, pure hadn't been the greatest to use toward a fallen like herself, for unblemished innocence no longer sought a suiter. Needless to say, accountability was taken into consideration for the wrongs she'd done, the guilt heavily weighing upon delicate shoulders as if she'd walked forever through a pit of inevitable pain. What pleas she made were sufficiently disregarded, a tale to the wind but never carried to the highest of heavens. Instead, the apologetic nature would fall upon deaf ears and blind eyes, finding such atonement nothing more than a breeze that would soon come to pass. Her words and her faith, it was as if it meant nothing to the place once called home and that was anything but freeing. Chained to this world, her shackles were reckless with weight for her distant kindred in the skies were far from her grasp. She felt abandoned, left entirely on her own without a hand which she often searched for. No matter the prayer, she'd been deserted, tossed aside as though the world had been crumbling down upon her. Trapped among a world so vile and left to her own vices. Seemingly, it was her burden to bear and not the lives or emotions of others. No one caused this catastrophe but Ophelia, herself. What a tangled mess she'd found herself in, having figuratively fallen into a hole she couldn't quite escape from- without rope or anyone nearby to assist, but with good reason. A fitting conviction for a naïve girl such as she. No one could know of her nature, regardless of how badly she wished to speak it, even if it beckoned at the tip of her tongue, or attempted to breach in but a whisper from those sweet, delightful lips. Temptation was among the energy which erupted from her being and yet, she held back with every fiber of her being to protect herself and the souls in which accompanied her. Or in this particular case, only one
The weight upon her left shoulder was growing heavier by the second, for a man far older and wiser than herself would do his greatest to hold back the pain which burdened him. Ophelia's empathetic nature easily collided with the endangered souls of those surrounding her, whether it be a lonesome woman crying from the loss of her family, to a beggar who pleaded for food upon the street, or even that of the priest by her side. Their agony broke strings from her beating heart, an ache all too familiar to her. For Ophelia had known this suffering for longer than the humans which walked this world and truthfully, her heart bled for them. Like a sentinel from the skies above, for hundreds of eons she watched chaos, ignorance, hysteria and agony crawl from the depths of their hearts. As violence took to the streets, betrayal stabbed the oblivious and cruelty was unlike any other. Ophelia knew the hearts and souls were living in the age of anguish and yet, there was little to nothing she could do about it. While her cause was just, her actions could only prove a fragment of her compassion. Though for the better, guilt truly brought her down, for she was nothing more than a walking lie in calling herself just another one of the humans, but a faithful one at that. Yes, without a doubt her praise was within what godly graces roamed the skies, for they always had been and always would be. But her inner truth, the light which guided her was a false sense of security. If those around her knew of her nature, she would likely be hanged to an audience full of those with rocks clutched within their grimed hands, grinning as they readied themselves for their witch hunt- but it would never come. She was far too defensive and silent in the ways of her world and her veracity. Each card within her hand placed ever so delicately, assuring her own safety while she could tend to those around her. For she was here with a reason, wasn't she? Well, perhaps she was here for more reasons than one.
Upon her descent; that fall from grace, she was cast out by the heavens above and shrouded with gloom and despair. For what wings she had were dismissed, hidden by a smidgen of what magic she had left and disguised as the cloak which she wore to blend in with common folk. Though Ophelia was no fool as her bright white colours contrasted the sluggish somber tones regular townspeople wore. Pale skin, bright blonde hair practically white in tone and all the lightest of shades, it was no wonder the eyes of villagers were upon her. Yet, they were happy in a way, their faces lighting up at the local town to see her as she walked in, calling her priestess or sister, as though she held some form of grace with just her touch alone. Her walk was praised, her hands were held softly and she was given offerings and gifts by locals, items like they likely needed more than her. They spoke of their problems, the travesties their lands faced and the creatures from beneath their lands which dug their way to the surface and harassed them without reason. Such sad tales simply tore her heart, but she had the time to spare without a place to go. They asked her where she appeared from, which village she travelled from and why she appeared here. It was their assumption and not her own, but she sensibly agreed to such things and played along with their words, appeasing their curiosities by giving information that was just the tip of the iceberg - and never the full truth which lay rest beneath the ocean's surface. For why would she speak of her lands? Why would she beckon the truth from her lips when it could potentially harm those civilians around her? Careful as she were, Ophelia was certain that at some point, someone would see right through her, whether it be that of a friend or perhaps even an enemy.
A young man eventually led her to the proper destination, a place of holy nature in which an elder priest studied. Upon meeting the generous face with the kindest of engaging eyes, she felt as if a four leaf clover sat gently upon her heart. What luck. As a graceful discussion turned into an extended conversation of life and meaning, Ophelia was given a sanctuary, a temporary home by the church which she swore oath under. Given a room, she found herself luckier than those beggars on the street whom her heart sorrowed for. It was as if cruel fate had been in store for them, but she would pray for better. As their bond grew, Ophelia chose to study beneath the priest and while knowledgeable, corrections were made in the slyest of ways to assure her truth was not given away. In her defense, she used questions as a way of deflecting false information regarding her home in hopes of the priest reading between the lines of curiosity. Views would never be forced upon him, only questions to expand what he already knew of the world itself. While there, Ophelia read an overwhelming amount of scriptures and to say the least, she'd become the priests favourite student. The two created a professional bond that would often be cherished by others. Though despite the everlasting kindness and dedication, it seemed the priest was hiding something and Ophelia was not someone who could question the motives of an elder, for their presence alone was extravagant. She allowed the feeling to pass, her intuition naturally falling on precise observation and gave what space she could.
As their land filled furthermore with common intruders by the days and nights which passed, it became an overwhelming stigma which burdened the lives of many, leaving them fearful of what lay ahead. Their safety was of the utmost importance and alas, the dangers ahead were menacing and vengeful. Like the monsters one may hold within their mind, beasts and creatures from below seemed to claw their way to the surface from their heated hell, only to invade local towns, cursing them with every toxic breath they took. What plagues they were to society, as they bombarded borders of the outskirts of town. The sickness they brought only grew like weeds plucked harshly from the grounds beneath, emerging with nothing but destruction dreadfully drifting behind them. Like many, Ophelia lived in constant fear of the antagonizing brutality which could demoralize her entirely, a concern she never held higher above this mortal realm. But while she rarely saw the beasts herself, she had commonly heard their audible maniacal tones breach the walls of her new home. And, truth be told? It was enough to instill the empirical dread boiling from within her. It was never her choice to hide from such monstrosities, but soldiers around her who swore to protect her, forcing her to find sanctuary behind sacred walls. Thus was her life. Protected by those surrounding her presence, despite her lingering desire to shelter them instead. Why must she have been looked after, while hundreds may succumb to the grotesque abominations who so brazenly defied their terrain?
(More is written but offering as an example)