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Gef the Talking Mongoose

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Status: OPEN FOR HISTORICAL PLOTS ONLY
THIS IS WHAT THE MUSE COMMANDS

Craving: Obviously Historical Plots

Good Day to you. Welcome to my thread~
If you make it through this thread, you get a gold star!
If you are interested, please PM me to keep the thread clean!


Before we waste either of our time: I'm a queer nonbinary person and proud of it, so if you are not square with the LGBTQIA+ community, you won't be square with me.

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  • I have been role-playing on various forums on and off for over a decade, and have enjoyed the process of writing for as long as I can remember. I have always found the creation of a character that immerses you into their reality is the key to good writing. I enjoy building a world you can almost see, touch and smell. If you have a story you want to tell, I want to help you tell it.

    I am married. I do not currently work, but I am also a parent to a kid under 3, so my day is a little high strung. If you hear me refer to a Wildling, that would be the toddler.

    I like writing to relax in my free moments. I love to throw my headphones on and immerse myself in the world. Music is a massive part of my inspiration and it helps me find a groove.

    I'm a weirdo. I love true-crime, UFOs, the paranormal, and chilling with a joint at the end of the day when the child stops their incessant screaming. I also am the child of a D&D player, and have continued the love of Dungeons and Dragons through my life.
  • I will always try to reply at least once a day, and I do limit how many role-plays I am involved in so that I can keep up with replies. This is so I can give the story the true due diligence it deserves.

    Do not be afraid to send me your plot if I am closed for partners! I am willing to take on more if I feel passionate about the plot.

    Reply length varies, depending on material given. I aim, at the minimum, to apply 2 paragraphs or about 200-400 words of writing per post. I do love to write more if I can, as I love adding in world building elements, adding characters for later use or plot ideas, and overall putting my mind in the shoes of the character. I DO NOT REQUIRE THE SAME OF YOU IF I DROP A 1k POST ON YOU! I just want a partner that gives me something to work with to reply back.

    I try and respond once a day, but that is not always a guarantee. Sometimes my mind is elsewhere, maybe I am struggling with my muse, or I'm tried...because I'm a parent. I will always always always do my best to let you know if I am unable to reply for more than a day or so! I will also try and communicate when I am not interested in a plot anymore, and I ask the same of you! Ghosting sucks :C

    I prefer mostly literate writers. I certainly am not perfect on grammar, but I do try and read over posts a few times to get the kinks out. It can get hard to read, however, when there is a lack of fluidity to the writing. I'm not expecting a novelist, but I would prefer someone who can match my energy in terms of writing. I am one of those partners where if you do not like what I wrote, TELL ME because I am constantly looking for improvement and I want to keep a partner interested!

    I prefer to write for female-identifying characters, whether they be cisgender or transgender. I can play a male-identifying character if I feel I can put myself into their character confidently, especially if you are looking for a "softboi" kind of man, but I have to be very into the plot to want to play a more masculine role. Please do not ask me to play a fetishized trans person.

    I require a basic character skeleton in order to start so I can get a general idea for your character's appearance/style/vibes. I do not mind anime faceclaims especially if it is difficult to convey what your OC looks like without it, but would prefer IRL faceclaims. Also, I play ~realistic bodies~ Nobody is built like a porn star without putting money or their backs into it. I prefer my people to look like someone you could see in daily life, not just on a screen. If you want big titty babes with pencil waists and big birtha hips that just naturally look like that, I am not your enby.

    Please put your favorite color at the top of your intro message so I know you read this!

    I cuss like a sailor, but keep it pretty tame in writing. I can't swear in real life, so I may make up for it in OoC chats. If that ain't your spice, let me know and I can keep my poor word choices in the attitude pocket.
  • I FAVOR STORY/ROMANCE OVER EROTIC ROLEPLAY. Some plots are erotic in nature, but I do not play sex-obsessed characters. I play those who want to fall in love. This is non-negotiable. All ERP and no tension romance-wise makes for a very boring story to me.

    I think I am getting my footing pretty well with writing smut, but I am still pretty inexperienced in the genre as a whole because I am ~vanilla as hell~ However, I am a huge lover of reading the genre, so I think I have a good grasp on what I can possibly do, and if you want something, all you need to do is ask and I will see if it is in my wheelhouse. Smut is definitely on the table for all plot-lines, but I favor story/romance over smut.

    I do not enjoy heavy bondage as a basis for smut. It's fun sometimes to spice up the bedroom, but I am not seeking to ERP only bondage.
    I like switch characters. It's sometimes fun to be the dominant force. Good sexual relationships are a balance of the two.
    I am very much into religious corruption. Love some blasphemy and sacrilegious behavior. Love religious guilt.
    I love elements of classism in historical romance as a kink
    I love flirting and dirty talk

    Discuss specific kinks with me over PM, but next tab is a good place to start on what I WON'T be into
  • Pregnancy (unless used to create conflict in the story: termination is a must as not to involve children)
    Filth (Scat/Urine/Excessive Gore/Lactation)
    Incest (I do not mind non-con incest if it is a component for conflict)
    Graphic BDSM (extreme bondage, gore bondage, most cases of sodomy, etc.) {Light bondage and choking fair play}
    Most Anime (I do not watch anime)
    Most cases of anamorphic creatures (Cat girls/boys, etc.)
  • I sometimes write about topics such as drug/sexual/spiritual/ritualistic/abuse in darker story lines, not as a kink, but because these things happen in reality and can shape and flesh out a character. Hard subjects like abuse and addiction affect how a person can feel, think, and move in certain situations, and can give depth to a character's line-of-thinking and motivations. I will never ask YOUR character to be an abuser (unless that's what the plot calls for), nor will mine ever be. These elements may come up as a secondary character, like a family member or priest. Or, in the case of drug usage/sexual abuse, it will be used as a part of a character's backstory rather than an active part of the plot.

    {I only have two current plots where I am looking for a more forceful person to play off of, but that is the extent of asking for an "abuser" like character.}

    This is, of course, subject to the plot and what it may call for.

    IF THESE SUBJECTS ARE TRIGGERING TO YOU, PLEASE TELL ME, BECAUSE I RESPECT YOU AS A PERSON AND YOUR FEELINGS AND WANT OUR STORY TO BE AN ESCAPE, NOT A REMINDER.


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  • I do accept outside plots! I just love telling stories.


    I am a particular fan of the historical romance genre, so if you have some ideas in that direction, I have infinite characters/tropes I can modify and work with!


    These are just general plots/taglines of such I would love to work out into a larger, fleshed out world. I am willing to workshop anything!


    I'm a pleb and I really like music, so my plots are separated by songs so I can keep track of them. Shhh...just enjoy the music okay.
  • Pretty Little Head F/M Regency Era Erotica "Boy, where's your mother? Fall down dead. Dirty mind, dirty mouth, pretty little head. I wish you were here, I wish you'd make my bed. Dirty mind, dirty mouth, pretty little head."
    A notorious rake finally decides to promise himself to the Duke and Dutchess' daughter. However, the new dancer at the Gentleman's Club has caught his eye. Can he hold onto a mistress he finds more thrilling than the woman he is set to marry?


    Cosmic Love F/M Regency Era Erotica "I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map and knew that somehow I could find my way back. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too, so I stayed in the darkness with you"
    She's danced with all the men, but there is one she has set her eyes upon. Unfortunately for her, the prince has his eye on her, too. YC and her will just have to keep their relationship a secret, less scandal erupts when she is found being compromised by him.
    But It's Better if You Do F/M 1920s Historical Erotica "And isn't this exactly where you'd like me? I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know. Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety."
    The Golden Age: Where the liquor and the sex is underground. He is running a successful speakeasy when he meets her--the new burlesque dancer with more than just devilish good looks. She may just be looking for flirtatious fun, but he is not going to stand for idle teasing. He'll take it from her. Jealousy surges when he sees her dancing for other men. She'll just have to be his instead.
    Note: Looking for reluctant/noncon-eqsue sexual encounters initiated by him. Violence in the speakeasy. Dominance and envy a must for this story. A twisted romance where one loves the other far more in an obsession.

    Ultraviolence F/M 1960s/1970s Inspired "He used to call me poison like I was poison ivy. I could've died right then, 'cause he was right beside me. Jim raised me up. He hurt me but it felt like true love. Jim taught me that loving him was never enough"
    He had always been the most influential person she had known, so when she finds out years after graduating and heading across the country that he's now running a counterculture cult, she cannot help but find herself seeking to be his number one.
    Note: This story will involve scenes of violence/abuse, group sex, and most sexy of all--jealousy

    I Don't Recognize Myself F/M Georgian/Regency Historical Romance "Well I got an illness and I want to get well. Thought I had a solution, praying for the penance and stories to tell. I asked God for attention and He said "go and plan for your life". He took a good hard look at all my suggestions and he made me a wife."
    Where did all the money go? No one in her family would tell her, just that it was gone. As the eldest daughter of the household, it meant it was her responsibility to shoulder. She may not have a dowry, but a good husband would keep her family afloat if she was perfect enough. This season had become less about finding the perfect man for her, and has now become the search for most wealthy man who would be willing to put up with someone like her. The problem was that she had never planned to marry anything for but a love match...but surely, she could grow to love him, right?

    Running Up That Hill F/M Historical Romance "Say, if I only could, I'd make a deal with God and I'd get him to swap our places. I'd be running up that road, be running up that hill with no problems"
    Itty bitty shoutout to my queen Kate Bush for jumping up in the charts because of Stranger Things. Made my cold lil' heart swell two sizes bigger to see one of my favorite songs on it
    He has always had everything he ever wanted. His father was Lord of the land, just like his father before him, and his father before that. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he sought to be better than the nobility around him. Willingly a bachelor (and a rake), he has worked hard to grow his wealth to give to those beneath him. With pressure from his frail mother, he's begun courting, but is bored of the pleasantries that comes with courting nobility. However, that plan is foiled when he meets the hand maiden of his most recent courtship. She is as wild as she is kind. A love like theirs would ruin his status.

    Closer F/M Historical Romance "As he's in the middle of the street, then I pretend he is mine to keep. Cars are running fast on both sides of his head, his eyes say closer, closer, closer"
    She has lived her entire life underfoot of her abusive Lord of a father. A spinster not by choice, she is desperate to get out of society. When she meets the newest, mysterious merchant drifting through the countryside, she becomes enchanted. Though trapped under the watchful eye of her furious father, she finds herself sneaking off into the night just to get another glance at him.
  • Pedestrian at Best F/M Witch/Demon Fantasy Romance "Put me on a pedestal and I'll only disappoint you. You tell me I'm exceptional and I promise to exploit you. Give me all your money and I'll make some origami, honey. I think you're a joke but I don't find you very funny."
    She'd been banished from too many kingdoms at this point. She always seemed to cause so much chaos with her magic, even if it was not her intention. Now, she's just that stereotypical "witch in the woods" all those kids swap stories about. She does not mind. She can do whatever she pleases here on the fringes of fancy society. Apparently, word had gotten out about how potent her magic is, and the Demon Prince thinks she's the perfect partner to bring these kingdoms to their knees. Can he tame the wild soul to do the bidding of his father, or will her punk attitude show him that life is more fun when you're bound only by your own rules?
  • Mountains F/M F/F "Half of us is better than nothing. I'll look after my pennies and pounds until my heart sees silence and my eyes can stomach black of sound. I'm crying for the cause I think I'm losing--although I know that you'll never lose me. I forget why this string is on my finger. Think you tied it on the other day"
    A story of mental illness and dealing with a relationship that is failing because of it.

    The Dismemberment Song F/M "Bloody" Erotica "This will be oooo! This will be aaaaa! This will be absolutely weee! This will be nice! This will be neat and bring you closer to me! So don't you squirm. Don't you fret I'm not going to hurt you...Yet!"
    How in the hell did he get here? Being a mortician he understood how he got this job, but how did he get here...with her? He's not sure if the bodies here are people who died of natural causes or if she's the one behind them, but the pleasure she gets from desecrating bodies is kind of...hot.
    Note: This story does not contain necrophilia. Just a very weird girl who might be a serial killer.

    Kill the Director F/M Professor/Professor Erotica "This is no Bridget Jones"
    A "one hit wonder" romance writer never signed up for her high-school sweetheart husband to go galivanting around the world on "business", and she never asked to be stuck in this run down community college teaching writing composition. She also never asked to feel inspired by the newest, mysterious professor. Perhaps he could be the romantic interest in her new novel. What could possibly go wrong when they start spending more time together?

    The Baddest Motherfucker in the Beehive F/M F/F College Student Romance "Alright, OK, I see it in your eyes. You want to be my babe. And all your friends are gonna be like "Hey girl, that's fresh! I see him on your arm and he must be the best."
    They are perhaps the most popular person she knows, but honestly, what does everyone see? She may be an orbiter of theirs, but their relationship has always been a battle of egos. So what happens when their ego finally wears her down, or, even worse she finds herself falling for them?
  • Priest/Parishioner
    Priest/Nun
    Priest/Witch
    Professor/Student
    Professor/Professor
    Superhero/Villain
    Superhero/Non-Super
    Villain/Non-Super
    Historical Setting (Such as Regency, Victorian, Early 1900s) Upperclass/Lower Class
    Renaissance/Medieval
    Vampire/Ward
    Vampire/Human
    (Think Vampire: The Masquerade-esque)
    Witch/Villager
    Witch/Wizard
    Witch/Demon
    D&D Style Fantasy Worlds
    You like space? I like space.
  • Stardew Valley
    Doctor Who
    Bridgerton
    Vampire: The Masquerade
 
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For Character/Universe Stuff, See Gef's Fifth Dimension

"Tiefling, as long as you live in this place, your name shall be Victory. Forget your past and who you were, your new life is beginning."

Victory found those words ringing in his ears whenever he found himself alone, and he seemed to be finding himself alone a lot these past few months. Whenever it crossed his mind, the face of his master smiling down upon him always cheered him up, but tonight, he tried to think of his name. He could not remember. He remember his mother, her hands upon his cheeks, her lips moving as if she was saying something, and then she was gone. In the absence of words, "Victory" was the only word that he heard.

Some victor he was, He thought to himself.

The glow of the flame reflected even in his dark eyes as he watched a worn piece of parchment burn: a list of objectives signed by the oh-so "high and mighty" Priest of Ardell. The carefully inked letters vanished underneath char, and soon the parchment crumbled into the growing flames. Vic decided he was not going to do this alone, that he would rather take the money and flee across the sea in search for a new land. He wanted to start again.

The howls from the wolves seemed to die down as the night progressed, and Vic stood from the seat he made for himself in this make-shift camp to turn to the moon.

"Hi yes, Victory here! Yes, yes, if victory is what you want, victory is what you'll get. That's the Victory guarantee." He always added a little wink there, just for the maidens. "I trained under the Great Siddel for over 7 years--May the Gods bless him--and he treated me as his son, showing me everything I needed to know to get the job done. Now I'm here, for one night only, to offer you the unique opportunity to obtain some victory. I have seen every corner of the 6 Kingdoms. I once fought a bear the size of 2 orcs just to skin it for a king. I single-handedly took out a 15 member party of Drow Bandits! I was there on the last night of Siddel's life--as a barbarian cruelly ripped his heart from his chest. I held him as the life just faded from his eyes..." He put a hand to his chest and closed his eyes.

No, it still wasn't right. He practiced this monologue every night for 6 months, and the last part never had enough to draw pity even from himself. Vic paced the dirt around the dying embers of the fire, stroking his chin. Jobs were hard to come across after the faction dispersed. They were all so much stronger, so much swifter than he. He relied on his brief stint as a bard to get him by, but no one ever seemed interested in his tales, until a houseman of the High Priest heard of his "great achievements".

The High Priest had a job for him: Siddel's last job. The leader of a vast village connection had refused to join the 6 Kingdoms, for reasons unknown. The High Priest wanted Siddel to convince the leader to lead the villagers in joining Drakoth as its 7th Kingdom, or should the leader refuse, take out the leader in order to replace him with a puppet leader from Ardell. A new contract was drawn up, and a list of objectives was passed along to Vic, but not without a prayer of guidance from the God. Boy, was he going to need guidance.

Victory had never actually killed a person, and his only great claim of deception was he managed to steal a jewel of the cloak of a nobleman by convincing him the jewel was actually crafted with sloppy magic, and that he was surprised the jewel had not turned into a serpent. Though he was convinced he was clever enough to navigate the jungles past the South Mountains, he was not sure of the strength of the creatures that lurked in the dark, and nor was he daring enough to go alone, especially after Siddel's fatal miscalculation.

However, the jungles past the South Mountain had a reputation that even the strongest of warriors and knights dare not journey into. Under the guise that Vic was searching for a massive treasure supposedly stolen from the 6 Kingdoms, he bounced along every town in every kingdom, searching for a party to adventure with. Every guild he had gone to refused to loan out members for such a dangerous mission, and it was starting to seem very clear to Vic that maybe the best idea was to take his down payment and run.

Vic's last stop in search for party members was in the Kingdom of Komm, which rested upon a vast sea and was a prime trading spot for the lands across the sanguine tides. Their capital's guild was rumored to be the best guild in the kingdom, and as he entered, he could see why. The building was massive, tapestries lining the walls depicting feats of Legendary Warriors. The smell of the air was strangely sweet, and he could hear laughter coming from the tavern below.
Margaret Holmes was a woman with a big heart...or rather, is.

The memory of what happened is foggy. She remembers being at Garfield Cemetery--right beside her business--viewing the preparations for a weekend burial. Dusk had fallen, and the undertaker had decided to call it quits for the night. "There's always something hinky about this place at night," she remembers hearing him say as he headed off towards his office, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Maybe it was her brain filling in broken pieces of memory, but she swears she remembers a figure in his smoke.

She remembered blackness. She remembered pain. When she awoke, Clementine had brought her back to her practice--back to her laboratory--and the life that Margie knew was no more. She was something different now. She would never gain another wrinkle or another grey hair. It was clear to her why Clementine had picked her: her access to a supply. A supply of blood bags. A supply of organs. Margie was a perfect fit for the Hecata.

It took some time, but she had begun to warm up to Clementine. She had the sharp mind of a young person--though she apparently was older than Margie believed--and was curious about the process of removing blood from a cadaver. In return for her "gift" of lasting life, Margie gave Clementine knowledge, such as where to make surgical cuts to receive the most amount of blood or how to insert a drain. Clementine would teach her of the Camerilla.

It was like having her daughter home for the first time in nearly a decade, though instead of fighting and stealing money, it was a mutual exchange of knowledge and history. Margie longed for Anita to come home, but Heroin had taken her for a trip that she had not returned from yet. Robert would have known what to do, but he had been gone for almost 13 years;
Resting beneath the soil like so many bodies she had touched over the years. Forgotten. Decayed. Fuck cancer.

Margie always told herself that was the day she truly died--the day Robert had gone to heaven. She should have stayed with him, but the Sheriff had called her in for a special autopsy. She believed she had time. He was not even on hospice yet. He had plenty of time. Maybe if she had been there, Anita would not have had to watch her father pass on at the tender age of fifteen. Perhaps that was why the drugs had taken her. It was Margie's fault she could not have been there to hold his hand instead.

At first, Margie was hesitant about the work Clementine had for her. Pastor Bishop McQueen loved to remind the congregation every Sunday that nobody was ever truly dead as long as they believed in Jesus Christ, and as she would watch Clementine do things that only Satan himself could do, that always rang true in her mind. These...things...were people once. Their spirits and souls are still human. It took awhile for her to realize the truth: there is no heaven, but people can live on, and Margie could play God.

When Clementine had finally gone, it was like a piece of Margie went with her. She loved the girl, and she would honor the mission she was given-- get bodies for the Hecata. Get blood for the Hecata. Get organs for the Hecata. The dead are never truly dead, not if we are holding the reins.

The first appointment for the day has arrived. An elderly woman, close to ninety in age, is coming to select a casket for her burial. "Ah, hello Mrs. Durchett--Welcome Home."
She could not wait to be back in the suite. Her hand flirted with the curve of his ass through the thick fabric of the vestments as he guided her to the sacristy. The moment the door was closed, Dahlia threw him against it, her lips meeting his in a flurry of sensual passion. She kissed him with heavy desire as her hands slid to push up the green chasuble. She slipped the stole from around his neck. She stopped her fevered kissing as her hands lingered and curled around the cincture: the thin rope that symbolized his chastity to God. His purity. She felt no shame in pulling it off and draping it over her shoulders to wear it like a token of pride. She had stolen that vow to God. She relished the feeling.

As she removed the alb and amice from around his neck, she stepped back to look over him in his priestly clothing. She bit her lips playfully as she twirled the cincture around her finger. She stepped close to him again, trailing her lips along his jawline, careful not to dirty his collar as her fingers worked to remove it and his shirt, all the while grinding her hips against his in her craved desire. Then she fell to her knees. She nestled her face tenderly against the fabric of his pants, feeling his cock yearning to be with her too. She would happily oblige.

Slow and steady, her hands removed his belt. Her mouth trailed over his bare stomach as she lowered herself to his zipper. She pulled it down with a doe-eyed look up towards him. So impure, so composed. Her hands curled around his waist after she unleashed the beast from its clothing prison. Her eyes did not break with his as her tongue flicked over the tip of his staff. "Mmmm…Father, did you miss your Darling Dahlia?" Her voice was low and sultry, heavy with desire. "I missed you." She pushed his rigid rod through the redness of her lips, pushing it all the way back until he was in the depths of her throat. She did not gag today, she felt more practiced now. She brought his hands to her head, encouraging him to curl his fingers into her hair. She moaned into his cock. She could feel herself starting to drip down her leg. She needed him. Need more of him.

Dahlia broke her sucking to pull the dress she wore over her head, but she kept the cincture. The rope brushed against her soft skin as she sat down on the sofa in the room and opened her legs wide for him.
The tension in her shoulders eased as she closed her eyes and inhaled bravery through her lungs. Her body began to sway, fluidly, as if it were dancing along to some phantom music carried to her ears alone in the slight breeze. She wanted desperately to savor this moment for them, and she felt in her heart–even if it was a misguided feeling– it would be her only chance to bear all that she had to offer to him. She had no way of knowing if he would want her now or ever again, so she felt she had to make her moments and movements count.

Her fingers danced along the laces of the corset winch around her waist over the pink tunic dress. It was slow–teasing–as they loosened and gave way to the proper figure beneath. She took in a sharp breath of air as she carried the movement of her hips up her spine to roll her head to the side. She then focused on the ties that kept the dress against her body.

Marielle's hands trailed up her arms, brushing the fabric covering them with a soft graze of her knuckles as she let the blushing fabric drop to the ground, and she was left in the glowing white of the sleeveless shift beneath her dress. She looked like a ghost in the night's light. Her fingers moved with deliberately taunting speed as she bunched at the fabric at her thighs, exposing inch by inch of her legs beneath it. She pulled the shift up and over her head to abandon it beside the dress and corset. The paleness of her bare skin shone like diamonds in the sliver of moonlight. The curvature of her spine met the roundness of her shapely buttox as if she had been carved from the finest marble by a master artist.

Her fingertips trilled up her back before they found their way to the tight, taut braided bun of her hair. With a few quick movements, she combed the long, red strands to cover the skin of her shoulders and backbone and provide her an air of mystique and cover. Marielle turned her head to point her chin downward against her right shoulder before she turned around slowly towards him.

Her eyes were closed still, just for a moment, as she showed off the magnificence of her body. She settled the swagger in her hips. Marielle's hands moved to cradle her arms, in the process resting her folded arms beneath the pert, plump breasts that had been contained beneath her dress. Her eyes fluttered open, upturning her gaze to him in breathless admiration.

"What do you think?" Her voice was soft and low as she slowly moved back towards him in sweet innocence, "Am I to your liking, my prince?"
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Forgive me, Father - An 18+ Erotica
Oakton - A Regency-Era Romance
Whitton - A Regency-Era Retelling of "Jack the Ripper"
The Fall of Retrioul - A Fantasy Romance
What Once Was Her's - A Slice-of-Life Romance
Breathless- A Meta-Human Romance
The War of Dark and Light- A Fantasy Romance​
 
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Alrighty, I think I finally have a sufficient amount of ideas up! Added some new plots this morning that my brain churned up last night.
 
Alright, mortals, I am here now ready to open myself back up because I am getting the swing of things. Added some new plots. I love me some sappy historical romance so if you're into that, let's talk.

EDIT: Wowie wow my head spun so fast at how much interest I received that I am closing the thread again for the time being so I can fall into the new routine!
 
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Alright, mortals, I am here now ready to open myself back up because I am getting the swing of things. Added some new plots. I love me some sappy historical romance so if you're into that, let's talk.
I am dying for a Regency era romance! I have one in the request thread I posted yesterday, or I'd be happy to plot something out with you.
 
Opening up again! I dropped another RP site I was trying out so I've freed up a lot more!
 
Added some ~spicy~ plots 😏

Particularly craving the "Better if You Do" plot.

EDIT: Closing again due to some pending plots! Ya'll make me feel SO LOVED with your interest! Thank you to those who messaged me! I am excited to get my hands busy with something other than cleaning!
 
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I added TABS. Why? I DON'T KNOW MAYBE IT LOOKS NICER THAN A BUNCH OF SPOILER TAGS

What did I also do? I ADDED PLOTS, BISH!

Added Plots:
"I Don't Recognize Myself"-Historical
"Ultraviolence"-Historical
"King"-Fantasy
"The Dismemberment Song"-Modern
"Mountains"-Modern
 
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