Hello, Faerie here. I'm a 26-year-old female who lives in Texas in the USA. I've been RPing for about ten years now and as such am seeking someone who is also experienced, has proper grammar/punctuation, and can keep up with my 7-10 paragraph replies (can roll down to 5 para-replies once we're established in the roleplay). For plot to smut ratio, I'm about 70:30 and can do 60:40. I'm new to the site and am currently looking for an RP partner with the plots that I have listed down below - I am not interested in ANY other plots!! I have characters and the plots fleshed out, however I am definitely open to changing characters and/or the plots to fit both our styles and visions.
Please PM me with requests, tell me a bit about yourself, and provide a writing sample please! I will provide my writing sample down below in a spoiler, as well as my kinks.
The land of Thavania is ruled by nine Houses - nine Houses for each of The Dark Fates that rule over them. Elfie is a princess to one of these Houses, sworn to worshipping and providing for the Dark Fate that rules over her family and House.
The time has come for Elfie to be presented to her Dark Fate and welcomed into his arms: Sidon, the Fate of Forgetfulness. When Sidon and Elfie meet, memories start surfacing, lies are brought to the surface, and intricate weaves of deception start unraveling.
With the Dark Fate's memories scattered and Elfie being new to court life, both of them try to grasp what they mean to each other. But if they aren't careful, the darkness surrounding the kingdom might just threaten to swallow them whole. Souls and all.
"Shadows so wicked, shadows so dark.
You might think you're different, but we are not so apart."
There are places in the world where grief does not fade. It seeps. It lingers in the walls, curls through the trees, and waits patiently in the dark.
After the sudden death of her adoptive mother, twenty-year-old Renna Archkind is sent to live in Nostfell, Washington, a quiet, overcast town that feels less like a home and more like a wound that never healed. But Renna has always been different. She has always seen the shadows. The ones that whisper, that watch, that follow her wherever she goes.
In Nostfell, those shadows thrive.
As the boundary between worlds thins, Renna is pulled into a truth far more haunting than she ever imagined: she is not merely someone who sees the darkness, she belongs to it. Caught between two forces, she finds herself drawn to Damien, beautiful and unpredictable, a boy with a storm burning just beneath his skin… and Rune, the unseen king of shadows, whose quiet sorrow calls to something ancient within her.
But not all darkness is the same. And Renna must decide which one will claim her before the shadows decide for her.
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(For this plot, I was thinking that our characters could be the MC's mentioned above -obviously names can be changed- and I have no problem playing the male or female role (though the female role entices me more). This plot has a lot of gore, trauma, and abuse in it.)
Eve Cross has always known something was wrong with her. While other girls worried about prom dates and lipstick shades, Eve imagined sinking knives into soft places. Quiet thoughts she buried deep, smiling sweetly so no one would ever notice. She’s spent her whole life pretending to be normal. Pretending she isn’t hungry for something she can’t quite name.
Then she meets Genesis Graves.
Beautiful, dangerous, and not entirely human, Genesis sees through her instantly. He doesn’t recoil from the darkness inside her, he feeds it. And when one impulsive, blood-soaked night shatters Eve’s carefully constructed life, she follows him into a hidden world beneath reality… a place that feels more like home than anything she’s ever known. Down there neon lights flicker over graveyards and monsters roam like socialites. And Eve begins to change. The rules are different. The hunger is louder. And the line between girl and monster starts to blur. But Eve isn’t the only one who’s crossed over.
Her twin sister, Holly, has seen what Eve has done and she’s running. Lost in a world that devours the weak, Holly is the last thread tying Eve to the life she’s trying to shed. Catching her means survival. Losing her means exposure. And somewhere in the shadows, Genesis is pulling strings of his own. Because Eve isn’t just another lost girl. She’s something rarer. Something dangerous.
Something the dark has been waiting for.
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(For this plot, I honestly want it to stay pretty much how it is. I'd really like for the names to remain the same and I would actually like to play Eve. This plot has a lot of depth, world building, darkness, extreme mature content, more smut thrown in, and has that cheesy layer that only the 80s can bring on top of it all.)
On the outskirts of the Silverbell Woods, there lives five sisters. One of the sisters, Reynah Ambermane, longs for adventure, to be away from the cottage, to get away from the bickering of her sisters. Every day she wanders into the Silverbell Woods, further and further, until she discovers a whole new world.
A wounded bear leads her to the mystical realm of Ilania, where the four different seasons are ruled by magical kings and queens. Just as the sun sets, the wounded bear turns into a man; the King of Summer, Arawen Grimberry.
Arawen tells Reynah that a curse was placed upon their land by the Winter King, Forest Hinterland. During the day, they are forced to shift into forest animals, losing bits of their humanity day by day. As Reynah grows closer to the Summer King, she feels herself forming, shifting into something else. As she's dragged into the dark curse that haunts the summers lands, she realizes that she must figure out the riddle that comes with the curse before she loses her humanity forever.
Ever since Taylen was young, her mother would spin tales about a world that was filled with whimsical magic and stardust wishes, where the regal Faeries pranced and roamed: the land of The Forest That Has No Name. After her mother falls ill and passes away, the woods around Taylen's cottage begins to produce letters from the Fae.
When a note appears one day and says that there is a faerie ring within the wood that can bring her to their land, she sets out to find it. But what she went seeking for did not inhabit all of her wildest dreams and desires. This world is cruel and chilling, malicious and full of turmoil, with ravaged and deadly creatures hiding around every gnarled and dead tree. The Forest That Has No Name carries something even more wicked within itself; the No Name Kingdom.
When Taylen is dragged to the deadly court, she encounters the most lethal creature of them all; the King of all Faerie. This king hides secrets, this king is cruel, this king wants Taylen. Desperate to escape the realm she had always dreamed of going to, Taylen must do anything to survive, even if that means taking down the king and his kingdom with her.
Please PM me with requests, tell me a bit about yourself, and provide a writing sample please! I will provide my writing sample down below in a spoiler, as well as my kinks.
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he tastes like every dark thought I've ever had
The land of Thavania is ruled by nine Houses - nine Houses for each of The Dark Fates that rule over them. Elfie is a princess to one of these Houses, sworn to worshipping and providing for the Dark Fate that rules over her family and House.
The time has come for Elfie to be presented to her Dark Fate and welcomed into his arms: Sidon, the Fate of Forgetfulness. When Sidon and Elfie meet, memories start surfacing, lies are brought to the surface, and intricate weaves of deception start unraveling.
With the Dark Fate's memories scattered and Elfie being new to court life, both of them try to grasp what they mean to each other. But if they aren't careful, the darkness surrounding the kingdom might just threaten to swallow them whole. Souls and all.
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you are a little soul carrying around a corpse
"Shadows so wicked, shadows so dark.
You might think you're different, but we are not so apart."
There are places in the world where grief does not fade. It seeps. It lingers in the walls, curls through the trees, and waits patiently in the dark.
After the sudden death of her adoptive mother, twenty-year-old Renna Archkind is sent to live in Nostfell, Washington, a quiet, overcast town that feels less like a home and more like a wound that never healed. But Renna has always been different. She has always seen the shadows. The ones that whisper, that watch, that follow her wherever she goes.
In Nostfell, those shadows thrive.
As the boundary between worlds thins, Renna is pulled into a truth far more haunting than she ever imagined: she is not merely someone who sees the darkness, she belongs to it. Caught between two forces, she finds herself drawn to Damien, beautiful and unpredictable, a boy with a storm burning just beneath his skin… and Rune, the unseen king of shadows, whose quiet sorrow calls to something ancient within her.
But not all darkness is the same. And Renna must decide which one will claim her before the shadows decide for her.
☆☆☆☆
(For this plot, I was thinking that our characters could be the MC's mentioned above -obviously names can be changed- and I have no problem playing the male or female role (though the female role entices me more). This plot has a lot of gore, trauma, and abuse in it.)
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"no man shall see me and live."
Exodus 33:20
Exodus 33:20
In the small, decaying town of Saint Solace, South Carolina, the night doesn't belong to the people. It belongs to the things in the dark — things that have always been there, whispering from the swamps, waiting for the town to rot just enough to take it back.
Twenty-five-year-old Sterling Beauregard had spent his whole life dreaming of escape, of leaving behind the ghost stories, the swamp water, the quiet fear that lingered in every rusted streetlamp and peeling porch. But when his best friend, Lucas Thibodeaux, goes missing — leaving behind only a smear of blood and a trail leading into the bayou — Sterling comes back to the graveyard of a town and he realizes the stories were never just stories.
The town is dying, and something is feeding on it.
His only ally is Esme, the girl next door who makes his heart stop.
The creatures in the swamp, the ones the townsfolk refuse to name, have been waiting. Now, their time has come. With Lucas turning into something unrecognizable and the town unraveling around him, Sterling is forced to confront the terrifying truth — Saint Solace has always fed its monsters. And now, it wants him.
To survive, Sterling must unearth the town's oldest secret, one buried beneath generations of fear and silence. But some things are meant to stay buried. Because if he digs too deep, he might just hear them calling his name.
And if he listens, he'll never leave Saint Solace alive.
♱♱♱♱
(For this plot, I would like for Sterling to be a male and for Esme (different name if you'd like) to be a female. Sterling I would like for him to be human and Esme a vampire. I could be persuaded to swap roles (Sterling the supernatural creature and Esme the human). I would like for this plot to be set in the early 2000s. This plot is southern gothic and includes an obscene amount of gore and animal cruelty.)
Twenty-five-year-old Sterling Beauregard had spent his whole life dreaming of escape, of leaving behind the ghost stories, the swamp water, the quiet fear that lingered in every rusted streetlamp and peeling porch. But when his best friend, Lucas Thibodeaux, goes missing — leaving behind only a smear of blood and a trail leading into the bayou — Sterling comes back to the graveyard of a town and he realizes the stories were never just stories.
The town is dying, and something is feeding on it.
His only ally is Esme, the girl next door who makes his heart stop.
The creatures in the swamp, the ones the townsfolk refuse to name, have been waiting. Now, their time has come. With Lucas turning into something unrecognizable and the town unraveling around him, Sterling is forced to confront the terrifying truth — Saint Solace has always fed its monsters. And now, it wants him.
To survive, Sterling must unearth the town's oldest secret, one buried beneath generations of fear and silence. But some things are meant to stay buried. Because if he digs too deep, he might just hear them calling his name.
And if he listens, he'll never leave Saint Solace alive.
♱♱♱♱
(For this plot, I would like for Sterling to be a male and for Esme (different name if you'd like) to be a female. Sterling I would like for him to be human and Esme a vampire. I could be persuaded to swap roles (Sterling the supernatural creature and Esme the human). I would like for this plot to be set in the early 2000s. This plot is southern gothic and includes an obscene amount of gore and animal cruelty.)
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real-life ghosts and zombies talk to you! 1・900・490・creep
Eve Cross has always known something was wrong with her. While other girls worried about prom dates and lipstick shades, Eve imagined sinking knives into soft places. Quiet thoughts she buried deep, smiling sweetly so no one would ever notice. She’s spent her whole life pretending to be normal. Pretending she isn’t hungry for something she can’t quite name.
Then she meets Genesis Graves.
Beautiful, dangerous, and not entirely human, Genesis sees through her instantly. He doesn’t recoil from the darkness inside her, he feeds it. And when one impulsive, blood-soaked night shatters Eve’s carefully constructed life, she follows him into a hidden world beneath reality… a place that feels more like home than anything she’s ever known. Down there neon lights flicker over graveyards and monsters roam like socialites. And Eve begins to change. The rules are different. The hunger is louder. And the line between girl and monster starts to blur. But Eve isn’t the only one who’s crossed over.
Her twin sister, Holly, has seen what Eve has done and she’s running. Lost in a world that devours the weak, Holly is the last thread tying Eve to the life she’s trying to shed. Catching her means survival. Losing her means exposure. And somewhere in the shadows, Genesis is pulling strings of his own. Because Eve isn’t just another lost girl. She’s something rarer. Something dangerous.
Something the dark has been waiting for.
♡♡♡♡
(For this plot, I honestly want it to stay pretty much how it is. I'd really like for the names to remain the same and I would actually like to play Eve. This plot has a lot of depth, world building, darkness, extreme mature content, more smut thrown in, and has that cheesy layer that only the 80s can bring on top of it all.)
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Black as midnight, black as pitch, blacker than the foulest witch
Siden Blackwater doesn't love very many things, but the thing that he loves the most is Liv Mallow. When Liv gets drawn into the dangerous and tempting world of Candyland, he knows he'll have to do anything and everything he can to find her.
There are seductive and deadly creatures that roam this magical land; frostbite sirens that eat frozen hearts, sugar wine faeries that force you to dance until you die, black licorice witches who wield curses of forgetfulness, and the most pernicious of them all: the Blood Cherry Queen.
As the Blood Cherry Queen creates impossible games for Siden to complete, all he can think of is one thing - Liv. Will he be able to rescue the one he loves, will she be gone forever? Or will he succumb to the seductive powers of the world full of sex and candy...
There are seductive and deadly creatures that roam this magical land; frostbite sirens that eat frozen hearts, sugar wine faeries that force you to dance until you die, black licorice witches who wield curses of forgetfulness, and the most pernicious of them all: the Blood Cherry Queen.
As the Blood Cherry Queen creates impossible games for Siden to complete, all he can think of is one thing - Liv. Will he be able to rescue the one he loves, will she be gone forever? Or will he succumb to the seductive powers of the world full of sex and candy...
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it'll be a night to dismember
In 1995, These Little Angels was America's favorite family sitcom; bright lights, sweet laughs, and perfect smiles. At the center of it all was eight-year-old Caroline Summers, a breakout star adored by millions. But everything changed the night her teenage co-star was found murdered on set. The show was canceled. The case went cold. And Caroline disappeared from the spotlight.
Now it's 2010, and These Little Angels is coming back.
At twenty-three, Caroline is coaxed out of obscurity to lead a gritty reboot of the series that made, and nearly destroyed, her. Desperate to reclaim her life and rewrite her legacy, she returns to the same studio.
But when a member of the crew is found dead during the first week of filming - murdered in the exact manner as before - it becomes chillingly clear: someone is recreating the past. And this time, they're determined to finish the story.
As paranoia sets in and the body count rises, Caroline must untangle the twisted truth behind both killings before she becomes the final act in a show that was never meant to end.
(This plot I figured that the male MC could be the serial killer and my character obviously doesn't realize it as romance blooms between them.)
Now it's 2010, and These Little Angels is coming back.
At twenty-three, Caroline is coaxed out of obscurity to lead a gritty reboot of the series that made, and nearly destroyed, her. Desperate to reclaim her life and rewrite her legacy, she returns to the same studio.
But when a member of the crew is found dead during the first week of filming - murdered in the exact manner as before - it becomes chillingly clear: someone is recreating the past. And this time, they're determined to finish the story.
As paranoia sets in and the body count rises, Caroline must untangle the twisted truth behind both killings before she becomes the final act in a show that was never meant to end.
(This plot I figured that the male MC could be the serial killer and my character obviously doesn't realize it as romance blooms between them.)
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I am the monster that you created
On the outskirts of the Silverbell Woods, there lives five sisters. One of the sisters, Reynah Ambermane, longs for adventure, to be away from the cottage, to get away from the bickering of her sisters. Every day she wanders into the Silverbell Woods, further and further, until she discovers a whole new world.
A wounded bear leads her to the mystical realm of Ilania, where the four different seasons are ruled by magical kings and queens. Just as the sun sets, the wounded bear turns into a man; the King of Summer, Arawen Grimberry.
Arawen tells Reynah that a curse was placed upon their land by the Winter King, Forest Hinterland. During the day, they are forced to shift into forest animals, losing bits of their humanity day by day. As Reynah grows closer to the Summer King, she feels herself forming, shifting into something else. As she's dragged into the dark curse that haunts the summers lands, she realizes that she must figure out the riddle that comes with the curse before she loses her humanity forever.
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the world's more full of weeping than you can understand
Deep within the dark and twisted wood, there is a kingdom that
oozes with wickedness and treachery.
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oozes with wickedness and treachery.
❦✥❦
Ever since Taylen was young, her mother would spin tales about a world that was filled with whimsical magic and stardust wishes, where the regal Faeries pranced and roamed: the land of The Forest That Has No Name. After her mother falls ill and passes away, the woods around Taylen's cottage begins to produce letters from the Fae.
When a note appears one day and says that there is a faerie ring within the wood that can bring her to their land, she sets out to find it. But what she went seeking for did not inhabit all of her wildest dreams and desires. This world is cruel and chilling, malicious and full of turmoil, with ravaged and deadly creatures hiding around every gnarled and dead tree. The Forest That Has No Name carries something even more wicked within itself; the No Name Kingdom.
When Taylen is dragged to the deadly court, she encounters the most lethal creature of them all; the King of all Faerie. This king hides secrets, this king is cruel, this king wants Taylen. Desperate to escape the realm she had always dreamed of going to, Taylen must do anything to survive, even if that means taking down the king and his kingdom with her.
Blackened pits of shadow clung to the corners of the confessional booth, nestling in the wood like soot in old lungs, lingering as if desperate to eavesdrop on the sins that might drip - slow, sweet, and rotted - from trembling lips. A girl sat solemnly on the narrow perch of the confessional, her posture still, reverent, yet brittle as glass. Soft, fair curls cascaded over her shoulders, a gilded veil that shielded her from the priest cloaked on the other side of the carved lattice.
"Child," came the low, balmy voice of the man ordained by God, his syllables rolling into the dark like anointing oil, thick and slow, rich as honey poured over sugared cakes left too long in the sun.
The girl's head tilted back slightly, as though the word had been cradled beneath her chin and lifted it with unseen fingers. Her wide, doe-brown eyes caught a sliver of fractured light filtering through the floral ironwork on the confessional door, and in its glow, the sorrow within her gaze was made achingly visible. Ripe, glistening, and full of shame.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," she murmured, her voice like lace unraveling. Her delicate fingers traced the holy path: forehead, chest, shoulder to shoulder. The sign of the cross bloomed like a bruise across her body. She pressed a fervent kiss to her thumb, her lips brushing it as if the very act could absolve what clung to her mouth like a phantom taste. "It has been thr... three months since my last confession."
A pause. Thick, humid, aching.
Between them, the air stretched tight, gossamer-thin, like a web spun across a casket.
Then came the priest's reply, spoken with a tenderness that seemed almost rehearsed: "May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins... and trust in His mercy."
"Amen," she whispered, her voice fragile as the crackling of dried petals. Her fingers curled around the edge of the seat, the ancient wood groaning under her grip, the scent of incense rising all around; heady, spiced, and lingering like old perfume.
"Child," came the low, balmy voice of the man ordained by God, his syllables rolling into the dark like anointing oil, thick and slow, rich as honey poured over sugared cakes left too long in the sun.
The girl's head tilted back slightly, as though the word had been cradled beneath her chin and lifted it with unseen fingers. Her wide, doe-brown eyes caught a sliver of fractured light filtering through the floral ironwork on the confessional door, and in its glow, the sorrow within her gaze was made achingly visible. Ripe, glistening, and full of shame.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," she murmured, her voice like lace unraveling. Her delicate fingers traced the holy path: forehead, chest, shoulder to shoulder. The sign of the cross bloomed like a bruise across her body. She pressed a fervent kiss to her thumb, her lips brushing it as if the very act could absolve what clung to her mouth like a phantom taste. "It has been thr... three months since my last confession."
A pause. Thick, humid, aching.
Between them, the air stretched tight, gossamer-thin, like a web spun across a casket.
Then came the priest's reply, spoken with a tenderness that seemed almost rehearsed: "May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins... and trust in His mercy."
"Amen," she whispered, her voice fragile as the crackling of dried petals. Her fingers curled around the edge of the seat, the ancient wood groaning under her grip, the scent of incense rising all around; heady, spiced, and lingering like old perfume.