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ABOUT THE WRITER
Advanced Literacy is a must! I consider myself novella, and tend to write anywhere between 1.5k words to 5k+ depending on my partner, 1.5k being the least amount of words I write. I am looking to write with seasoned roleplayers who are confident with writing large amounts. ( Third POV, past tense. ) Please be okay with roleplaying romantically against plus size characters. My characters are soft, plump, fat, curvy, doughy, however you want to call it, my characters will more than be of that body type so if the mere thought of it is something you aren't keen of best skip over me then. Be comfortable with plotting and headcanoning! I am the type of person that loves to gush over characters and pitch loads of ideas for our roleplay, I adore plotting and talking about our ocs. Nothing more upsetting than being super excited for a roleplay only to be met with one word responses like "okay" and "sure." Basically, just don't be a brick wall to talk to. When you message me, please put some effort into it. Messages like "Wanna rp?" or "hi" are a little annoying and don't tell me anything about what you like, what you want to roleplay, or why you're messaging me. Not sure what to send me to ensure a proper response? Simply introduce yourself, tell me about you and your writing style! Heck, let me know if you like an idea I have in my thread or tell me an idea of yours! Just put something, y'know? 70:30 ratio with story:smut. I prefer lots of romantic buildup, character development and overall story movement before sex scenes, but this does not mean I don't enjoy a good sex scene. I view them as the 'cherry on top' to a good story, and too much sex or at wrong times would definitely kill the roleplay with me. I touched on this in my introduction, but I do want to say again that I do expect patience from my partners. Rushing/impatience will definitely lead to be becoming uninterested in the roleplay, which causes me to not want to respond because it feels like a chore. Roleplay is a hobby of mine, and not one of my main priorities. I want to be able to write and have fun without feeling like I'm submitting a paper for class at 11:59PM.
MOONLIGHT NEIGHBOR : After the passing of Muse A's father, she moves back down south to her old family home as he's left it in her name. Needing a break from city life, she's more than happy to embrace old nostalgia in hopes of a few months of peaceful living before having to actually settle down, find work, and hop back into the life of working to live. Muse A is surprised when Muse B shows up at her front door, her old childhood friend who just so happened to still live in the little farm house next to hers. Delighted to be in contact with her old friend again, the two begin to chat regularly and often have afternoon tea together. Settling into sleeping in her new, old home, Muse A is startled awake in the middle of the night by a wolf's howl. She is confronted by a large wolf at the bottom of her bed, watching over her before she subconsciously falls back asleep. Chalking it up as a weird dream, Muse A describes her dream to Muse B and becomes suspicious when he brushes it under the rug, becoming aloof and quiet at the topic. After experiencing the same thing the next night, unsure as to why she's unable to keep herself awake, Muse A decides to set a camera up in her room while she sleeps to see if it's real or if she was just vividly sleeping. Lo' and behold, the wolf is in her room once again, simply watching her only for her to watch it shapeshift into Muse B towards the end, quickly absconding the scene once he realizes where he is. Turns out Muse B, and the rest of his family, are werewolves and is unable to control himself in his wolf form and can't help but be protective over her. BEAUTY AND THE BLOODY BEAST : With humans and vampires living peacefully among each other, it seemed like crime decreased right? Right. Despite the opening of blood banks, and new rules set to keep vampires in line it seem human and vampire deaths had skyrocketed, and Muse A was one of the many vampires plagued by the deaths of humans. With prices at blood banks increasing, vampires had opted to tricking humans into severe debt in order to gather blood slaves. Muse B's father just to happen to be a gambler, and when he gambles his life away to Muse A she's terrified of what might happen to her father. Following the lower vampires that'd kidnapped her father for Muse A's coven, Muse B ends up back at their den and wanders in all alone ready to demand her father back. Muse B runs into Muse A, who's furious at her trespassing and is an inch away from just killing her. After begging for her fathers life, opting to take his position, Muse A surprisingly agrees and decides he's going to make Muse B's life a living hell. Instead of that, the two end up bickering most of the time, their 'hatred' fueling a frustratingly sexual tension between the two. THE SEASON OF YOUNG AND OLD : Muse A has just entered the season as a young woman and is desperately searching for a husband to make her parents happy. At a socialization ball, Muse A is introduced to Muse B, an old school friend from when he was younger. Muse B is a widower, angry at the world with a vendetta against love. He is quiet, curt, and grumpy and seems to have completely enchanted Muse A. Despite his attempts at making himself appear disinterested and aloof, Muse B cannot help but find himself enamoured with Muse A. The two begin to send letters to one another after the ball, Muse A often coming over for tea to 'bother Muse B' when in reality he really enjoyed her company. Finally the two confess their love for one another, and Muse B is quick to send a proposal to Muse A. However, with his relationship with her father Muse A's father begins to push back against their relationship, unsure on if he'll actually allow Muse A to marry Muse B. THE PORTRAIT : Muse A is a painter, bitter and old he's past his best years and paints the beauty of the world around him. He is commissioned by Muse B's family to paint a portrait of her, and is completely enamoured in her the very first time they meet. Their times together are very intimate, unable to keep their feelings for each other down. However, it is revealed that Muse B is already engaged to marry another man and is getting this portrait to put in her new home. She is set to get married and leave her families home after the three week timed portrait MuseA must complete, and is set of convincing her to run away with him before she marries. FINDING HOME : Muse A lives on Earth, a dying planet set on being fixed by the brightest minds like her parents. They're main task is to fix Earth so the rest of the civilization, living peacefully on Alpha Central three galaxies over, can come back to Earth. Not wanting to be a scientist like her parents, Muse A is set on exploring the planet to get out of work and comes across and old compound. Inside she finds thousands of small ships, ready for the the scientists of Earth to leave the planet to go to Alpha Central if their plans fall through. Exploring one of the ships, Muse A accidentally fires it up and is unwillingly placed on life support in cyrosleep, the ship shooting her out of the atmosphere and into space on it's way to Alpha Central, a one hundred and sixty year journey. When she awakes, Muse A assumes she's on Alpha Central and is excited to see a planet that's not dying. However, when she leaves the ship she is faced with a frozen planet, rather than a planet full of life and greenery that she'd looked forward in seeing. Heartbroken and lost, she heads back into the ship and is suddenly ambushed by Muse B. Muse B is a native of the icy planet Muse A just accidentally crash landed on, finding her ship full of plenty of items he could take back to his underground civilization. Of course, when he steps inside the ship he's met with Muse A and is enchanted by her small stature and soft skin, essentially kidnapping her to make her his own.
Hello, how do you do? My name is Willadeene, though please call me Willa. It's such a pleasure to make your acquaintance!
I am twenty-two years old, and my pronouns are she / they. I am a detailed, multi-paragraphical novella writer who's been roleplaying a little over a decade now. Which isn't much of a feat once you realize I started when I was like nine or ten, but that's besides the point, haha. I work full time, and I'm currently in the midst of packing and moving into a new house so I will let you know first and foremost that I will have a pretty tight schedule until about mid-july, early august. While I will make sure the roleplay does not go a week without a response, I cannot promise that I'll be able to send out responses every single day, so I ask any partners interested in roleplaying with me to be patient with me. I am an incredibly patient person, and will more than likely never bother you for responses, so please no need to worry about that from me. I am also incredibly ghost-friendly, so if you need to step back or simply don't like the roleplay anymore and don't want to say anything that's perfectly fine. If you want to take a break and would like to come back to roleplay, just let me know. ( For ghosting, I give the thread about four months before the possibility of deleting it. )
While I am searching for a mainly romantic roleplay, this does not mean I don't enjoy the occasional sex scene paired with romance. As long as there is plenty of build up, I welcome it whole heartedly. Now, gore and violence on the other hand I have a different view. If the plot itself does not call for it, I would prefer to keep detailed descriptions of gore and violence to a minimum. If we are doing a sweet story about the daughter of a farmer falling in love with her father's new worker, there shouldn't be any detailed descriptions of violence and gore without running it by me first. However, if we are doing a plot that does involve violence and gore, such as a gang or mafia plot then I expect violence and gore to be there. I just ask that if there is a scene with extreme details of gore to please warn me, or run it by me first so I'm not caught off guard. Thank you!
Age Gaps ( 20+ )
Breeding
Oral ( receiving + giving )
Licking/Biting
Scratching
Hair Pulling
Pubic Hair ( on both characters )
Size Differences ( short woman/tall man )
Plus Size Characters ( my character )
Fingering
Face Sitting
Blindfolding
Collars/Leashes
Begging
Choking
Cock/Ball Worship
Face/Throat-fucking
Bulging
Light Bondage
Wax Play
Ice Play
Nipple Play
Overstimulation
Squirting
Accidentally Peeing
Unnatural Cock Sizes ( 13" max )
Corruption
Orgasm Control/Denial
Musk/Scent
Light Face Slapping
Spanking
Virginity Loss
Adultry/Cheating
Rape
DubCon
CNC
Vore
Micro/Macro
Toilet Play
Vomit Play
ABDL
Diapers
Beastiality
Public
Farting
Body Horror
EXPECTATIONSUnfortunately, I do have some expectations for those that I roleplay with. I am generally looking for someone to play a dominant male against my submissive female character, however I have no preference to how my partner plays their character, or what they look like. I whole heartedly believe in people playing whatever kind of character they want to play, so I'm not one to dictate how I think you should play your character against mine. With that being said, I will upfront let you know that my characters will more than likely be plus size. They will be soft, plump, fat, curvy, doughy, however you want to call it. If the mere possibility of my character being plus size worries you, it's best to skip over me. Anyways, these are some general things I'm looking for in a roleplay partner:
Advanced Literacy is a must! I consider myself novella, and tend to write anywhere between 1.5k words to 5k+ depending on my partner, 1.5k being the least amount of words I write. I am looking to write with seasoned roleplayers who are confident with writing large amounts. ( Third POV, past tense. )
Please be okay with roleplaying romantically against plus size characters. My characters are soft, plump, fat, curvy, doughy, however you want to call it, my characters will more than be of that body type so if the mere thought of it is something you aren't keen of best skip over me then.
Be comfortable with plotting and headcanoning! I am the type of person that loves to gush over characters and pitch loads of ideas for our roleplay, I adore plotting and talking about our ocs. Nothing more upsetting than being super excited for a roleplay only to be met with one word responses like "okay" and "sure." Basically, just don't be a brick wall to talk to.
When you message me, please put some effort into it. Messages like "Wanna rp?" or "hi" are a little annoying and don't tell me anything about what you like, what you want to roleplay, or why you're messaging me. Not sure what to send me to ensure a proper response? Simply introduce yourself, tell me about you and your writing style! Heck, let me know if you like an idea I have in my thread or tell me an idea of yours! Just put something, y'know?
70:30 ratio with story:smut. I prefer lots of romantic buildup, character development and overall story movement before sex scenes, but this does not mean I don't enjoy a good sex scene. I view them as the 'cherry on top' to a good story, and too much sex or at wrong times would definitely kill the roleplay with me.
I touched on this in my introduction, but I do want to say again that I do expect patience from my partners. Rushing/impatience will definitely lead to be becoming uninterested in the roleplay, which causes me to not want to respond because it feels like a chore. Roleplay is a hobby of mine, and not one of my main priorities. I want to be able to write and have fun without feeling like I'm submitting a paper for class at 11:59PM.
Night trickled in like ink spilling across pages of a book, soaking the world in darkness as the sun bid it's goodbyes while the stars and moon bid their hellos.
He could spot a drunk from a sea of people just from the smell. That rancid, putrid smell that made his lip curl in disgust― and it was attacking his nostrils all at once now. He stared at the pitiful fool in front of him, babbling in incoherent drunk spouts. Abel couldn't tell if the man even knew where he was right now, or what would become of himself. Golden hues drifted from the man on the floor, to the men that surrounded him with an expression that forced a professional reaction out of them, immediately fixing their posture and straightening their faces.
"He bid his life away, no care at all." One of them spoke up.
"Willingly?"
"Well, he wasn't as drunk as he is now when he first started the game, sir."
With his silken robe draping behind him, following in lead as Abel walked around the man, he let a hum escape his lips. While he was grateful he didn't have to bear his presence in slimy bars, taking the poor fools that think to gamble with 'him' simply for their blood, he hated drunks. They smelled, they acted like complete fools, and they tasted the way vinegar smelled. But it would be unbecoming of him to reject all the hard work they'd gone through to bring someone off the streets to him so he could have a constant flow of food rather than having to sit in lines for hours on end at a blood bank. The man was in debt to Abel, anyway. Letting out a sigh, he flicked his wrist. "Take him downstairs, I'm tired of smelling him." He finally demanded, the men nodding quickly as they gathered up the poor drunken fool.
The minute they'd grabbed him, he started wailing. Bouts of drunken cries, stumbling to kick his feet as the men dragged him away. Abel could still hear his sobbing down the hall, the air slowly coming to silence as they descended the castle. Finally, silence. A blessing to his ears, a privilege not many can take part in. The tall figure slid comfortably into a couch seated neatly against the bay window that sat on the left side of the room, a clawed finger gently pulling drapes back to reveal the blinding light of the moon. It shined gracefully down, illuminating the world much like the sun had. Of course, it was different at night. At night, the bastards of night could come out in peace. No fear, no loud spackles of human voices. Nothing could betray them as the moon guided their way.
Golden hues took in the scenery of the castle grounds below him, the bricked pavement, the rusty gates that needed to be replaced. Anything to distract him from the gnawing hunger that made his skin crawl.
Hunger was something every vampire dreaded experiencing. Hunger led to starvation, and the starvation of a vampire was a danger to everyone. Humans, and vampires alike. Starvation turned a once poised vampire who was respected amongst his community to a beast that could not tell the difference between man and vampire, who only saw the need to sedate that feeling. The empty desire to feed, to fill a non-functioning belly. With a stomach that does not function, once a vampire is starved there is truly no way to come back. Even to ones of love, they will tear them apart and feast on the blood of the dead. Abel, with his pettiness, has danced the line of hunger and starvation plenty of times.
Whether it be bouts of depression, or anger― strong emotion was something that kept him from eating. Just the mere thought of feeding made him feel ill when he was in an emotional state, but this time he could not understand what emotion he was feeling. Maybe the putrid smell of that drunken man made his appetite slim to nothing, but it was accompanied by a pang in his chest that simply would not go away.
Before he could mull over the thoughts that plagued his mind, the sweetest smell he'd ever had the pleasure of smelling attacked him gruesomely.
It brought him to his feet immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck standing. The ambrosial scent wafted through the entire castle, as if someone had graciously rang a dinner bell for he and his companions alike. Abel was quick to open the door of his room, and much to his surprise the minute he opened the door that pungent fragrance attacked him once more like he'd just stumbled into a brick wall. It was deliciously delightful, once golden eyes now blown black with desire as they slowly treaded down the... woman? There was a woman standing in front of him now, a determined expression nestled between her brows. Abel simply blinked, confusion striking him at the most unbecoming time.
He watched her eyes scan his face, then his neck and body, doing her best not to let embarrassment show as she continuously flicked back and forth between his face and bare chest. He was only wearing a robe and some pants after all.
"Do you normally trespass into strange men's homes and gawk at them like they're the problem?" His voice was breathy, as if he was holding something in.
"N-No, of course not!" She immediately stepped back, releasing her grip on the doorknob.
Each movement of hers only spread that redolent smell of hers, something clicking in Abel making him realize that it was coming from her. Such a strong scent was just permeating from her like it was her job to spray her womanly pheromones. "Then you're obviously mad, wandering into a vampire's den with such a scent you're truly looking to be taken right in this moment, aren't you?" He stepped forward, she stepped back. The realization of her mistake was dawning on her face, and he simply wished to see the colour of her neck that was so rudely covered by her collar.
Without thinking, and with a quickness she'd never seen before, Abel grabbed her wrist and pulled her tight against his chest, stepping back into his room and slamming the door shut with such a loud thump that it echoed all throughout the hall. His back against the door, her face nestled in his chest― this was a bliss he'd never felt before and was relishing in the way it made him feel. Light, fluffy, like he could up and fly to the moon. The click of the door locking seemed to have pulled her from her daze, shoving herself from his body and stumbling backwards.
"H-How dare you! What do you think you're doing?" She hollered, and even so it was still much like the jingle of a bell.
"How dare I?" Abel chuckled, leaning his head back against the door of the room feeling the rough scratches of his weaker, unabashed companions to get in from the mere pull of that delectable smell slowly pull back once they realized their mistake.
"You trespass into my home," He starts, bringing his cold gaze back to her pale skin. "come straight up to my room as if you have a death wish," Abel slowly began to walk towards her, each step forward sending her a step back until she fumbled right atop the couch he'd previously been lounging on. "and I merely save you from the men that roam these halls and I am the one to be ashamed?" He was right upon her now, arms caging her in as he stared directly into her wide, cerulean orbs. "What do you want?" He finally, firmly asked her.
"M-My father." She fumbled.
"Your father?" He edged.
"You have him captive here, he was at the Parkslin Tavern and I watched your men take him. He's here, I know it."
Finally things were beginning to click together, Abel pushing himself off her as he turned towards the large king bed that sat in the middle of the room. He could not help the exasperated chuckle that escaped from his lips, curling into a deviously cruel smile. "You watched your father get taken by a coven of vampires and your immediate instinct was to follow them directly back to their den and demand him from them?" He plopped himself down on the edge of the bed comfortably, leaning on the back of his palms as his silken robe fell down his shoulders, revealing more of his naked upper torso.
"You really are the dumbest girl I've ever laid my eyes on."
He could spot a drunk from a sea of people just from the smell. That rancid, putrid smell that made his lip curl in disgust― and it was attacking his nostrils all at once now. He stared at the pitiful fool in front of him, babbling in incoherent drunk spouts. Abel couldn't tell if the man even knew where he was right now, or what would become of himself. Golden hues drifted from the man on the floor, to the men that surrounded him with an expression that forced a professional reaction out of them, immediately fixing their posture and straightening their faces.
"He bid his life away, no care at all." One of them spoke up.
"Willingly?"
"Well, he wasn't as drunk as he is now when he first started the game, sir."
With his silken robe draping behind him, following in lead as Abel walked around the man, he let a hum escape his lips. While he was grateful he didn't have to bear his presence in slimy bars, taking the poor fools that think to gamble with 'him' simply for their blood, he hated drunks. They smelled, they acted like complete fools, and they tasted the way vinegar smelled. But it would be unbecoming of him to reject all the hard work they'd gone through to bring someone off the streets to him so he could have a constant flow of food rather than having to sit in lines for hours on end at a blood bank. The man was in debt to Abel, anyway. Letting out a sigh, he flicked his wrist. "Take him downstairs, I'm tired of smelling him." He finally demanded, the men nodding quickly as they gathered up the poor drunken fool.
The minute they'd grabbed him, he started wailing. Bouts of drunken cries, stumbling to kick his feet as the men dragged him away. Abel could still hear his sobbing down the hall, the air slowly coming to silence as they descended the castle. Finally, silence. A blessing to his ears, a privilege not many can take part in. The tall figure slid comfortably into a couch seated neatly against the bay window that sat on the left side of the room, a clawed finger gently pulling drapes back to reveal the blinding light of the moon. It shined gracefully down, illuminating the world much like the sun had. Of course, it was different at night. At night, the bastards of night could come out in peace. No fear, no loud spackles of human voices. Nothing could betray them as the moon guided their way.
Golden hues took in the scenery of the castle grounds below him, the bricked pavement, the rusty gates that needed to be replaced. Anything to distract him from the gnawing hunger that made his skin crawl.
Hunger was something every vampire dreaded experiencing. Hunger led to starvation, and the starvation of a vampire was a danger to everyone. Humans, and vampires alike. Starvation turned a once poised vampire who was respected amongst his community to a beast that could not tell the difference between man and vampire, who only saw the need to sedate that feeling. The empty desire to feed, to fill a non-functioning belly. With a stomach that does not function, once a vampire is starved there is truly no way to come back. Even to ones of love, they will tear them apart and feast on the blood of the dead. Abel, with his pettiness, has danced the line of hunger and starvation plenty of times.
Whether it be bouts of depression, or anger― strong emotion was something that kept him from eating. Just the mere thought of feeding made him feel ill when he was in an emotional state, but this time he could not understand what emotion he was feeling. Maybe the putrid smell of that drunken man made his appetite slim to nothing, but it was accompanied by a pang in his chest that simply would not go away.
Before he could mull over the thoughts that plagued his mind, the sweetest smell he'd ever had the pleasure of smelling attacked him gruesomely.
It brought him to his feet immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck standing. The ambrosial scent wafted through the entire castle, as if someone had graciously rang a dinner bell for he and his companions alike. Abel was quick to open the door of his room, and much to his surprise the minute he opened the door that pungent fragrance attacked him once more like he'd just stumbled into a brick wall. It was deliciously delightful, once golden eyes now blown black with desire as they slowly treaded down the... woman? There was a woman standing in front of him now, a determined expression nestled between her brows. Abel simply blinked, confusion striking him at the most unbecoming time.
He watched her eyes scan his face, then his neck and body, doing her best not to let embarrassment show as she continuously flicked back and forth between his face and bare chest. He was only wearing a robe and some pants after all.
"Do you normally trespass into strange men's homes and gawk at them like they're the problem?" His voice was breathy, as if he was holding something in.
"N-No, of course not!" She immediately stepped back, releasing her grip on the doorknob.
Each movement of hers only spread that redolent smell of hers, something clicking in Abel making him realize that it was coming from her. Such a strong scent was just permeating from her like it was her job to spray her womanly pheromones. "Then you're obviously mad, wandering into a vampire's den with such a scent you're truly looking to be taken right in this moment, aren't you?" He stepped forward, she stepped back. The realization of her mistake was dawning on her face, and he simply wished to see the colour of her neck that was so rudely covered by her collar.
Without thinking, and with a quickness she'd never seen before, Abel grabbed her wrist and pulled her tight against his chest, stepping back into his room and slamming the door shut with such a loud thump that it echoed all throughout the hall. His back against the door, her face nestled in his chest― this was a bliss he'd never felt before and was relishing in the way it made him feel. Light, fluffy, like he could up and fly to the moon. The click of the door locking seemed to have pulled her from her daze, shoving herself from his body and stumbling backwards.
"H-How dare you! What do you think you're doing?" She hollered, and even so it was still much like the jingle of a bell.
"How dare I?" Abel chuckled, leaning his head back against the door of the room feeling the rough scratches of his weaker, unabashed companions to get in from the mere pull of that delectable smell slowly pull back once they realized their mistake.
"You trespass into my home," He starts, bringing his cold gaze back to her pale skin. "come straight up to my room as if you have a death wish," Abel slowly began to walk towards her, each step forward sending her a step back until she fumbled right atop the couch he'd previously been lounging on. "and I merely save you from the men that roam these halls and I am the one to be ashamed?" He was right upon her now, arms caging her in as he stared directly into her wide, cerulean orbs. "What do you want?" He finally, firmly asked her.
"M-My father." She fumbled.
"Your father?" He edged.
"You have him captive here, he was at the Parkslin Tavern and I watched your men take him. He's here, I know it."
Finally things were beginning to click together, Abel pushing himself off her as he turned towards the large king bed that sat in the middle of the room. He could not help the exasperated chuckle that escaped from his lips, curling into a deviously cruel smile. "You watched your father get taken by a coven of vampires and your immediate instinct was to follow them directly back to their den and demand him from them?" He plopped himself down on the edge of the bed comfortably, leaning on the back of his palms as his silken robe fell down his shoulders, revealing more of his naked upper torso.
"You really are the dumbest girl I've ever laid my eyes on."
PLOT IDEASFor plot I generally enjoy talking things over with my partners, but I am currently looking for plots that revolve around romance, fantasy, sci-fi, and historical settings. All of my roleplays will have romance in it, so if you aren't looking for romance it's best to skip over me. It's pretty much the only thing I roleplay! Here are some general tropes/themes I am interested in, and some plots I've been thinking on but are not plots you have to choose from. We can come up with something on our own!
Papa wolf/hot dads
Jerk with heart of gold
Ladykiller in love
Mountain man
Mysterious protector
Sourthern gentlemen
Cowboys
A/B/O ( mate-bonding, heat/rut, dominant/submissive behaviors marking/claiming, scenting, biting, shapeshifting. )
Werewolves
Vampires
Tiny women and big men
Monster being treated gently for the first time in his life
Forbidden relationships
Monster loving / monster x human pairings
MOONLIGHT NEIGHBOR : After the passing of Muse A's father, she moves back down south to her old family home as he's left it in her name. Needing a break from city life, she's more than happy to embrace old nostalgia in hopes of a few months of peaceful living before having to actually settle down, find work, and hop back into the life of working to live. Muse A is surprised when Muse B shows up at her front door, her old childhood friend who just so happened to still live in the little farm house next to hers. Delighted to be in contact with her old friend again, the two begin to chat regularly and often have afternoon tea together. Settling into sleeping in her new, old home, Muse A is startled awake in the middle of the night by a wolf's howl. She is confronted by a large wolf at the bottom of her bed, watching over her before she subconsciously falls back asleep. Chalking it up as a weird dream, Muse A describes her dream to Muse B and becomes suspicious when he brushes it under the rug, becoming aloof and quiet at the topic. After experiencing the same thing the next night, unsure as to why she's unable to keep herself awake, Muse A decides to set a camera up in her room while she sleeps to see if it's real or if she was just vividly sleeping. Lo' and behold, the wolf is in her room once again, simply watching her only for her to watch it shapeshift into Muse B towards the end, quickly absconding the scene once he realizes where he is. Turns out Muse B, and the rest of his family, are werewolves and is unable to control himself in his wolf form and can't help but be protective over her.
BEAUTY AND THE BLOODY BEAST : With humans and vampires living peacefully among each other, it seemed like crime decreased right? Right. Despite the opening of blood banks, and new rules set to keep vampires in line it seem human and vampire deaths had skyrocketed, and Muse A was one of the many vampires plagued by the deaths of humans. With prices at blood banks increasing, vampires had opted to tricking humans into severe debt in order to gather blood slaves. Muse B's father just to happen to be a gambler, and when he gambles his life away to Muse A she's terrified of what might happen to her father. Following the lower vampires that'd kidnapped her father for Muse A's coven, Muse B ends up back at their den and wanders in all alone ready to demand her father back. Muse B runs into Muse A, who's furious at her trespassing and is an inch away from just killing her. After begging for her fathers life, opting to take his position, Muse A surprisingly agrees and decides he's going to make Muse B's life a living hell. Instead of that, the two end up bickering most of the time, their 'hatred' fueling a frustratingly sexual tension between the two.
THE SEASON OF YOUNG AND OLD : Muse A has just entered the season as a young woman and is desperately searching for a husband to make her parents happy. At a socialization ball, Muse A is introduced to Muse B, an old school friend from when he was younger. Muse B is a widower, angry at the world with a vendetta against love. He is quiet, curt, and grumpy and seems to have completely enchanted Muse A. Despite his attempts at making himself appear disinterested and aloof, Muse B cannot help but find himself enamoured with Muse A. The two begin to send letters to one another after the ball, Muse A often coming over for tea to 'bother Muse B' when in reality he really enjoyed her company. Finally the two confess their love for one another, and Muse B is quick to send a proposal to Muse A. However, with his relationship with her father Muse A's father begins to push back against their relationship, unsure on if he'll actually allow Muse A to marry Muse B.
THE PORTRAIT : Muse A is a painter, bitter and old he's past his best years and paints the beauty of the world around him. He is commissioned by Muse B's family to paint a portrait of her, and is completely enamoured in her the very first time they meet. Their times together are very intimate, unable to keep their feelings for each other down. However, it is revealed that Muse B is already engaged to marry another man and is getting this portrait to put in her new home. She is set to get married and leave her families home after the three week timed portrait MuseA must complete, and is set of convincing her to run away with him before she marries.
FINDING HOME : Muse A lives on Earth, a dying planet set on being fixed by the brightest minds like her parents. They're main task is to fix Earth so the rest of the civilization, living peacefully on Alpha Central three galaxies over, can come back to Earth. Not wanting to be a scientist like her parents, Muse A is set on exploring the planet to get out of work and comes across and old compound. Inside she finds thousands of small ships, ready for the the scientists of Earth to leave the planet to go to Alpha Central if their plans fall through. Exploring one of the ships, Muse A accidentally fires it up and is unwillingly placed on life support in cyrosleep, the ship shooting her out of the atmosphere and into space on it's way to Alpha Central, a one hundred and sixty year journey. When she awakes, Muse A assumes she's on Alpha Central and is excited to see a planet that's not dying. However, when she leaves the ship she is faced with a frozen planet, rather than a planet full of life and greenery that she'd looked forward in seeing. Heartbroken and lost, she heads back into the ship and is suddenly ambushed by Muse B. Muse B is a native of the icy planet Muse A just accidentally crash landed on, finding her ship full of plenty of items he could take back to his underground civilization. Of course, when he steps inside the ship he's met with Muse A and is enchanted by her small stature and soft skin, essentially kidnapping her to make her his own.IF YOU'RE INTERESTED PLEASE MESSAGE ME TO TALK.
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