<<[Welcome to my Request Thread!]>>
Hey, Sanctum! My name is Andromeda/Andro/Andy, whatever suits. I'm a big lover of videogames, history, drawing,
and most things in between. I also happen to love talking about all of that. Lucky you!
I've been roleplaying since I was like... 12ish? Maybe before? It started with warrior cats, and thank god none of it is still around for me to cringe at.
I am looking for (1-2) partners currently.
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[Resume]
◈ FxF; transgender friendly
◈ Multipara-Novella. Usually 500 minimum, 1000+ maximum. Advanced Literate
◈ Responses every day - once a week, give or take. Sometimes shit happens and I'll disappear, but I'll try to give a heads-up. My response priority typically depends on who got back to me last
◈ Enjoyer of darker themes; high violence tolerance, tough topics connoisseur. TASTEFULLY done of course; i want to explore complex minds, not fetishize ted bundy
◈ I'm ghost-friendly, but love engaged, enthusiastic partners
◈I'm a big fan of OOC, whether its talking about the characters, joking around, or sharing shitty life anecdotes. Not a requirement, but preferred. I can be funny sometimes, I swear
◈Honestly, not the biggest fan of character images/sheets. But if my partner wants one, I'm down-- I just politely ask it be more barebones so we can 'discover' our characters personalities/backstories organically. I find it to be more fun that way!
◈Plot dominant. Hear ye, I do decree that smut hits better when the plot is the main focus
[Requirements]
◈ Third-person, past tense
◈ Multipara-Novella
◈ Active engagement in a story
◈ Willingness to collaborate
◈ 3D characters; not shallow, capable of flaws
◈Tolerance for darker themes [Such as death, violence, potential mentions of SA, etc]
[Spice and Everything Nice]
No rape. No Incest. No 'Non-con' or 'dub-con'.
This can be part of your character's backstory, but it is not something I want glorified. This is
nonnegotiable.
This can be part of your character's backstory, but it is not something I want glorified. This is
nonnegotiable.
Consider me vanilla. I don't enjoy hardcore BDSM, and I like my romance. I typically play into the more dominant role.
Light Possessiveness/Jealousy. Nothing overtly toxic.
Strap-on (typically giving, but always willing to take :))
Bushes™
Oral, Finger (Giving & Receiving)
Scissoring
Tantric, from sweet to rough
Biting, scratching, hair-pulling
Heavy make-outs. Desperate
Toys
Realistic Proportions
Honestly? Realistic bodies. Love me some stretch marks and some moles
Light Possessiveness/Jealousy. Nothing overtly toxic.
Strap-on (typically giving, but always willing to take :))
Bushes™
Oral, Finger (Giving & Receiving)
Scissoring
Tantric, from sweet to rough
Biting, scratching, hair-pulling
Heavy make-outs. Desperate
Toys
Realistic Proportions
Honestly? Realistic bodies. Love me some stretch marks and some moles
Rape, or the other terms people use when they think the real word is too scary
Incest
Bathroom
Ageplay/Regression
Anything that makes a character seem under 18 or babyish
Gore on a sexual level
Strictly porn rps. What's spice without a little sugar?
Incest
Bathroom
Ageplay/Regression
Anything that makes a character seem under 18 or babyish
Gore on a sexual level
Strictly porn rps. What's spice without a little sugar?
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[The Plottening]
I am laid back-- and nothing is set in stone. You can 100% negotiate with me on changing up the plots a lil.
If you want to bring up your own ideas, go ahead, and that is very welcome-- but, you must come with an idea instead of "hey you want to rp?" or showing me your characters and expecting me to make a whole universe out of it. I'm always down for world building, but don't expect me to put in 100% of the effort. I also only do story-driven plots, please don't contact me about fulfilling your fetishes. I am obligated to ignore these types of messages, sorry not sorry.
Sci-Fi
Setting: The beginning of colonization of other planets by Earth.
Background: Disillusioned by losing his seat in office (for some… interesting opinions), a wealthy politician [Guy Miller] invests all of his life savings into building a ship and charting course for a habitable planet he aptly called Elysium, an undertaking he nicknames Project ATLAS. ATLAS is a several-mile long ship that can house up to 2,000 viable humans, the amount needed to start a genetically diverse society.
Miller’s goal is simple; to create a perfect society in his vision and parameters. He strives to eliminate all of humanity’s issues, such as mental illness, cancer, poor eyesight, low intelligence, etc. Does this include dismantling the worst parts of capitalism? God no, Miller believes that a perfect society needs to be tiered. Someone must always serve someone. But he won’t tell you that when he advertises for his colonization efforts.
Miller accomplishes this feat through analyzing applicants DNA and their genealogical background. Doctors, politicians, high-ranking soldiers, scientists; he only looks for, and accepts, the best of the best. And how tempting it is to leave, too! Every person is guaranteed their own apartment on the ship, excellent meals, a quality life, and new opportunities of colonization.
YC: One of the pilots hired to command the ship during ‘night’ hours (according to an Earth clock, anyways). From there, it is sort of up to you—is she one of the chosen applicants hired for her remarkable DNA? Or did she give someone else’s fake DNA sample to escape Earth, and is she secretly average after all? What is she running from to want to permanently leave for unknown pastures?
MC: A product of Miller’s shady dealings. As rich as he is, a little funding from the government is needed when you’re taking up such an undertaking with the creation of a several-mile long spaceship. In exchange for funding, the ATLAS houses people deemed as non-violent offenders to alleviate an already stressed prison system (because why would we learn from our mistakes in the future?). These NVCs [non-violent convicts] effectively operate as the ship’s second-class citizens. Janitorial, kitchen duties, routine maintenance, unskilled labors… and my MC is one of them, an NVC that specializes in everything electrical and mechanical.
Plot: Every once in a while, our characters would cross paths in the past year. Brief glances and small chitchats amidst MC’s maintenance on the pilot’s systems. Nothing too personal, just stagnant reminders that something seems a little bit off about the ship’s society.
Then, one night, the pilots are trying to contact home for the routine, hourly check-ins, but no response comes over the intercom. Only dead silence. Thinking there is a malfunction, they call up MC in the dead of night to fix the systems. Slowly, bit by bit, they come to discover that there really is no one on the other end, and they’re floating alone in space.
The vibes:
-Isolation, rapture
-A little bit of societal upheaval, shifting power dynamics
-Space ships. Space travel. Duh
-Traumatic pasts that make ya wanna run from home, but now you’re horrified that the home you wanted to run to just doesn’t exist anymore. Fun!
-Oh yeah, we’re definitely going to end up killing Miller at the end of this.
-Honestly, this one is going to be a little 'tougher'-- i.e. there will be mentions of eugenics and abuse by the system. If someone is down for this one, I suggest handling it maturely and not glorifying the topics, aka dont be a sci-fi fuhrer and be on Miller's side
Background: Disillusioned by losing his seat in office (for some… interesting opinions), a wealthy politician [Guy Miller] invests all of his life savings into building a ship and charting course for a habitable planet he aptly called Elysium, an undertaking he nicknames Project ATLAS. ATLAS is a several-mile long ship that can house up to 2,000 viable humans, the amount needed to start a genetically diverse society.
Miller’s goal is simple; to create a perfect society in his vision and parameters. He strives to eliminate all of humanity’s issues, such as mental illness, cancer, poor eyesight, low intelligence, etc. Does this include dismantling the worst parts of capitalism? God no, Miller believes that a perfect society needs to be tiered. Someone must always serve someone. But he won’t tell you that when he advertises for his colonization efforts.
Miller accomplishes this feat through analyzing applicants DNA and their genealogical background. Doctors, politicians, high-ranking soldiers, scientists; he only looks for, and accepts, the best of the best. And how tempting it is to leave, too! Every person is guaranteed their own apartment on the ship, excellent meals, a quality life, and new opportunities of colonization.
YC: One of the pilots hired to command the ship during ‘night’ hours (according to an Earth clock, anyways). From there, it is sort of up to you—is she one of the chosen applicants hired for her remarkable DNA? Or did she give someone else’s fake DNA sample to escape Earth, and is she secretly average after all? What is she running from to want to permanently leave for unknown pastures?
MC: A product of Miller’s shady dealings. As rich as he is, a little funding from the government is needed when you’re taking up such an undertaking with the creation of a several-mile long spaceship. In exchange for funding, the ATLAS houses people deemed as non-violent offenders to alleviate an already stressed prison system (because why would we learn from our mistakes in the future?). These NVCs [non-violent convicts] effectively operate as the ship’s second-class citizens. Janitorial, kitchen duties, routine maintenance, unskilled labors… and my MC is one of them, an NVC that specializes in everything electrical and mechanical.
Plot: Every once in a while, our characters would cross paths in the past year. Brief glances and small chitchats amidst MC’s maintenance on the pilot’s systems. Nothing too personal, just stagnant reminders that something seems a little bit off about the ship’s society.
Then, one night, the pilots are trying to contact home for the routine, hourly check-ins, but no response comes over the intercom. Only dead silence. Thinking there is a malfunction, they call up MC in the dead of night to fix the systems. Slowly, bit by bit, they come to discover that there really is no one on the other end, and they’re floating alone in space.
The vibes:
-Isolation, rapture
-A little bit of societal upheaval, shifting power dynamics
-Space ships. Space travel. Duh
-Traumatic pasts that make ya wanna run from home, but now you’re horrified that the home you wanted to run to just doesn’t exist anymore. Fun!
-Oh yeah, we’re definitely going to end up killing Miller at the end of this.
-Honestly, this one is going to be a little 'tougher'-- i.e. there will be mentions of eugenics and abuse by the system. If someone is down for this one, I suggest handling it maturely and not glorifying the topics, aka dont be a sci-fi fuhrer and be on Miller's side
Fantasy
Setting: A vast empire hellbent on expansion, such as the Roman Empire.
Background: At the outskirts of a vast empire, Cistonia, sits a little town named Canibri [aptly nicknamed 'The Edge of the World']. To call Canibri even a village is an overstatement. To most, they are unknown, faceless peasants that are to live and die by their fields. Except there is a little something off about Canibri that no one can quite place their finger on. The small town is surrounded by the Wood, a vast forest that the villagers have long known not to wander in. To those that felt brave enough to go in, they either never return or they return so deranged that they are never quite the same.
Cistonia, on the other hand, is vast and multi-cultural. It’s cultural epicenter lives thousands of miles away from the quaint village, and thus many of the issues haven’t reached Canibri. The empire is at constant war, and it’s more preoccupied with expansion than taking care of the creatures that lurk during the night.
Every five years, the village holds a macabre festival to welcome the arrival of a powerful foreign woman with a funny little accent. She whisks away a person into the woods, seemingly at random, and they are never to be seen again. The conclusion the villagers draw is only natural; she must be like an elusive baba yaga rather than any benevolent creature. Of course, they are blissfully unaware that they have a peaceful life because of said witch.
YC: A witch with a funny little accent [frenchesque] that trains YC to become specialized in their abilities.
MC: A peasant in the village of Canibri, unsuspecting in the fact they’ve developed magical abilities.
Plot: With punctuality, and like clockwork, the red-haired witch comes over the hill every five years—at the same day, at the same time, and on the same month. Her name or purpose is unknown to the villagers, but they feel mysteriously compliant, blissfully unaware of the spell that keeps them from ever leaving. With a careless point of her finger, she chooses someone and steals them away from their previous life. They are never to see their friends and family again.
The Witch takes YC to the woods, and informs them that magic has chosen to attach to their soul. Then, with a grim expression, she plainly informs them: You are going to die, and there's nothing you or I can do about it. [why? to be revealed! dun dun dun!]
The vibes:
-Politics
-Eldritch horrors beyond comprehension, a lot of grim dark fantasy with lighter moments. Most likely some gorey moments. Thinking a bit of an Elden Ring or Dark Souls type of world.
-Think Roman Empire, hellbent on expansion despite it collapsing in on itself, and a greedy emperor.
-Little bit of a grumpy immortal x naive person who makes them a bit softer.
-YC is most likely going end up be the 'saves the empire and its people' archetype like our main bitch Katniss.
Background: At the outskirts of a vast empire, Cistonia, sits a little town named Canibri [aptly nicknamed 'The Edge of the World']. To call Canibri even a village is an overstatement. To most, they are unknown, faceless peasants that are to live and die by their fields. Except there is a little something off about Canibri that no one can quite place their finger on. The small town is surrounded by the Wood, a vast forest that the villagers have long known not to wander in. To those that felt brave enough to go in, they either never return or they return so deranged that they are never quite the same.
Cistonia, on the other hand, is vast and multi-cultural. It’s cultural epicenter lives thousands of miles away from the quaint village, and thus many of the issues haven’t reached Canibri. The empire is at constant war, and it’s more preoccupied with expansion than taking care of the creatures that lurk during the night.
Every five years, the village holds a macabre festival to welcome the arrival of a powerful foreign woman with a funny little accent. She whisks away a person into the woods, seemingly at random, and they are never to be seen again. The conclusion the villagers draw is only natural; she must be like an elusive baba yaga rather than any benevolent creature. Of course, they are blissfully unaware that they have a peaceful life because of said witch.
YC: A witch with a funny little accent [frenchesque] that trains YC to become specialized in their abilities.
MC: A peasant in the village of Canibri, unsuspecting in the fact they’ve developed magical abilities.
Plot: With punctuality, and like clockwork, the red-haired witch comes over the hill every five years—at the same day, at the same time, and on the same month. Her name or purpose is unknown to the villagers, but they feel mysteriously compliant, blissfully unaware of the spell that keeps them from ever leaving. With a careless point of her finger, she chooses someone and steals them away from their previous life. They are never to see their friends and family again.
The Witch takes YC to the woods, and informs them that magic has chosen to attach to their soul. Then, with a grim expression, she plainly informs them: You are going to die, and there's nothing you or I can do about it. [why? to be revealed! dun dun dun!]
The vibes:
-Politics
-Eldritch horrors beyond comprehension, a lot of grim dark fantasy with lighter moments. Most likely some gorey moments. Thinking a bit of an Elden Ring or Dark Souls type of world.
-Think Roman Empire, hellbent on expansion despite it collapsing in on itself, and a greedy emperor.
-Little bit of a grumpy immortal x naive person who makes them a bit softer.
-YC is most likely going end up be the 'saves the empire and its people' archetype like our main bitch Katniss.
Historical (you wont believe what i majored in)
Setting: 1940s, Russia. Deep in the snowy peaks of Siberia.
Background: Gulags—women made up roughly 30% of the population mid-1940s. Gulags were already brutal enough, but when you shove women in with a bunch of men, it is never a good outcome.
YC: The new arrival. Imprisoned for their political beliefs, a member of high-class society whose family was persecuted for anti-communist sentiment (traitors to the Motherland). A member of the intelligentsia.
MC: A violent criminal, a murderer. Has been in the gulag for a long-ass time.
Plot: Though the reasons they ended up there couldn’t be more different, and they would never have a chance to meet out there in the real world or feel an ounce for each other—when the two are stuffed into a hectic, brutal Gulag, they have no other choice. Though the first time they meet is less than pleasant, they begin to acknowledge that they have what the other lacks; YC has the wits, and MC has the brawn.
In exchange for physical protection from the men and their leering hands and eyes, YC includes MC on a plan to escape the wintery hills. Like outlaws, they navigate through the wasteland with guards hunting them down. The end goal is pretty clear; to get away, to survive, and find the people that turned them into the police.
The vibes:
-Isolation, some gay-awakenings oolala
-Enemies, to accomplices, To lovers.
-Survival and romps in the snow! yippie
Background: Gulags—women made up roughly 30% of the population mid-1940s. Gulags were already brutal enough, but when you shove women in with a bunch of men, it is never a good outcome.
YC: The new arrival. Imprisoned for their political beliefs, a member of high-class society whose family was persecuted for anti-communist sentiment (traitors to the Motherland). A member of the intelligentsia.
MC: A violent criminal, a murderer. Has been in the gulag for a long-ass time.
Plot: Though the reasons they ended up there couldn’t be more different, and they would never have a chance to meet out there in the real world or feel an ounce for each other—when the two are stuffed into a hectic, brutal Gulag, they have no other choice. Though the first time they meet is less than pleasant, they begin to acknowledge that they have what the other lacks; YC has the wits, and MC has the brawn.
In exchange for physical protection from the men and their leering hands and eyes, YC includes MC on a plan to escape the wintery hills. Like outlaws, they navigate through the wasteland with guards hunting them down. The end goal is pretty clear; to get away, to survive, and find the people that turned them into the police.
The vibes:
-Isolation, some gay-awakenings oolala
-Enemies, to accomplices, To lovers.
-Survival and romps in the snow! yippie
Setting: Late 1800s, Wild West
YC: A rich woman, dissatisfied.
MC: The outlaw, a member of a notorious posse that roams these parts.
Plot: While traveling to meet her rich husband after he settled out west, YC’s stagecoach is held up by a gang of outlaws. She is promptly kidnapped and put under the watchful eye of MC, ensuring she isn't to escape. The goal is simple; extort the husband for money and return the wife when the dues have been paid.
Except, it really isn’t so simple when YC doesn’t want to go back to her husband and starts becoming enticed by the rough outlaw lifestyle.
YC: A rich woman, dissatisfied.
MC: The outlaw, a member of a notorious posse that roams these parts.
Plot: While traveling to meet her rich husband after he settled out west, YC’s stagecoach is held up by a gang of outlaws. She is promptly kidnapped and put under the watchful eye of MC, ensuring she isn't to escape. The goal is simple; extort the husband for money and return the wife when the dues have been paid.
Except, it really isn’t so simple when YC doesn’t want to go back to her husband and starts becoming enticed by the rough outlaw lifestyle.
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