honeydoe
faunlet ♡
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if it's honey you seek...
then yay, you've found it!! my name is honey, or doe, or any combination of the two, and i am a lady in her late-twenties looking to find some lovely new friends to write with!! it has been a long, looooong time since i have joined a site like this / posted a request thread, so please bear with me and be gentle <3
about me
♡ located in the pst timezone and likes to be in bed embarrassingly early
♡ witchy as all heck, last night i did ~ceremonial yoga beneath the northern lights
♡ fond of writing women of all sorts, from damsels in distress to the most vindictive of hellcats, and everything in-between!
♡ comfortable posting two-three times a week
♡ advanced-lit? it sounds so terribly obnoxious but my prose is pretty and my smut is filthy. i live for detail, and for either making your heart ache or your skin prickle, or both!
♡ so, so friendly. you have been warned.
about you
♡ twenty-five or older, please and thank you!! that is all i care about as far as your identity goes <3
♡ please be kind! i am soft like feathers in a pillow and am absolutely hopeless when it comes to people who default as grumpuses
♡ also comfortable posting two-three times a week! any less and i find that i lose steam, and it's nice to have a steady back and forth, real life permitting of course!
♡ while i don't expect unhinged posts that go on for miles, i request that you are detailed, attentive, and on-board with novella-style writing
♡ and that you prefer to write male characters of all sorts paired with the aforementioned ladies!!
likes
♡ third-person, past-tense prose
♡ modern day, urban fantasy, high fantasy, erotic horror, historical, western, sci fi, noir - in no specific order whatsoever, i am here for all of these settings / tropes!
♡ characters that grow and change throughout the course of the story! i love conflict of all forms and watching my partners' muses develop into these gorgeously-written and dynamic characters is so lovely, and i'll always, always root for them along the way, even if my muse just so happens to be the main source of said conflict
♡ polyships
♡ ooc banter / lots and lots of plotting
♡ smutty one-offs as well as more story-heavy threads
♡ mutual enjoyment
♡ discussing kinks and limits privately in dms <3
dislikes
♡ non-realistic faceclaims; my preference would be instead to use a written description if you aren't comfortable with more realistic depictions!
♡ i can't do endless trauma porn! i am fully here for dark, gritty plots with no shortage of angst and tragedy ect, but if all you're wanting is to write your muse enduring trauma after trauma and nothing else - i will need to opt out. again i am soft!!
♡ fading to black, i am sorry. but also not sorry.
♡ godmoding
♡ smutty one-offs as well as more story-heavy threads
♡ i am such a sap but: i need romance! i need eventual love even if it's highlighted primarily by heartache and unforeseen tragedy and circumstances that constantly seem to be conspiring against them. so no grimdark abusive relationships pls, but toxic / unhealthy ones are fine so long as there's still that underlying current of genuine love and affection (even if it's been hard-earned or slow to develop)
plot ideas
this is a very, very rough list and i will more than likely poke my lil faunlet head back in here to edit it a thousand times over, but for now, here is a small snippet of things that i'd be interested in!
♡ anything to do with mermaids and / or pirates
♡ werewolves! especially in an urban fantasy setting, especially also involving vampires as enemies and / or love interests
♡ a southern gothic / western something
♡ hamlet and ophelia-based muses but in a modern day dark mafia verse. i have ideas for this.
♡ this feels like such a lame cop-out but: best friend x best friend's baby sister complete with a spicy age gap (all characters eighteen plus of course)
♡ star-crossed exes who are forced back together for circumstances outside of their control and all of the chaos and heartache that accompanies their unintentional reunion
♡ something snow white and the huntsman themed
♡ hades and persephone except that persephone bites back, and hard. just kidnap my muse for nefarious reasons and let me try to stab your muse in his sleep pls
♡ a sci fi-adjacent story where a grieving widow designs and requests the services of an 'emotional support' android
♡ modern day bodyguard x charge; i have a delightfully airheaded (but well-meaning) heiress with a lack of boundaries when it comes to her long-suffering and much-older bodyguard who's trying his damndest to avoid giving into the near-constant temptation of her exceptionally forbidden fruit :')
♡ angels and demons! give me your prince of hell or your reigning king of the underworld. i would prefer something modern / urban fantasy-inspired for this!
♡ runaway princess x the poor sucker that she implores for help and protection throughout her quest to safety
♡ college professor x student - mess, mess, and mess
♡ spooky season is right around the corner, and i would love to write an erotic horror story - i have ideas for this also!!
♡ i really want to write two women in a polyam relationship with one man <3
♡ a mysterious, untrustworthy dame hiring a hitman to murder her husband
♡ a ghost-hunting husband and his troubled, clairvoyant wife take on their most dangerous demon yet
*i expect that this list will be ever-changing and constantly-updated; if there's something that you don't see here that you're interested in, pls feel free to ask! that is all for now, but i'll leave you with a writing sample below:
♡ located in the pst timezone and likes to be in bed embarrassingly early
♡ witchy as all heck, last night i did ~ceremonial yoga beneath the northern lights
♡ fond of writing women of all sorts, from damsels in distress to the most vindictive of hellcats, and everything in-between!
♡ comfortable posting two-three times a week
♡ advanced-lit? it sounds so terribly obnoxious but my prose is pretty and my smut is filthy. i live for detail, and for either making your heart ache or your skin prickle, or both!
♡ so, so friendly. you have been warned.
about you
♡ twenty-five or older, please and thank you!! that is all i care about as far as your identity goes <3
♡ please be kind! i am soft like feathers in a pillow and am absolutely hopeless when it comes to people who default as grumpuses
♡ also comfortable posting two-three times a week! any less and i find that i lose steam, and it's nice to have a steady back and forth, real life permitting of course!
♡ while i don't expect unhinged posts that go on for miles, i request that you are detailed, attentive, and on-board with novella-style writing
♡ and that you prefer to write male characters of all sorts paired with the aforementioned ladies!!
likes
♡ third-person, past-tense prose
♡ modern day, urban fantasy, high fantasy, erotic horror, historical, western, sci fi, noir - in no specific order whatsoever, i am here for all of these settings / tropes!
♡ characters that grow and change throughout the course of the story! i love conflict of all forms and watching my partners' muses develop into these gorgeously-written and dynamic characters is so lovely, and i'll always, always root for them along the way, even if my muse just so happens to be the main source of said conflict
♡ polyships
♡ ooc banter / lots and lots of plotting
♡ smutty one-offs as well as more story-heavy threads
♡ mutual enjoyment
♡ discussing kinks and limits privately in dms <3
dislikes
♡ non-realistic faceclaims; my preference would be instead to use a written description if you aren't comfortable with more realistic depictions!
♡ i can't do endless trauma porn! i am fully here for dark, gritty plots with no shortage of angst and tragedy ect, but if all you're wanting is to write your muse enduring trauma after trauma and nothing else - i will need to opt out. again i am soft!!
♡ fading to black, i am sorry. but also not sorry.
♡ godmoding
♡ smutty one-offs as well as more story-heavy threads
♡ i am such a sap but: i need romance! i need eventual love even if it's highlighted primarily by heartache and unforeseen tragedy and circumstances that constantly seem to be conspiring against them. so no grimdark abusive relationships pls, but toxic / unhealthy ones are fine so long as there's still that underlying current of genuine love and affection (even if it's been hard-earned or slow to develop)
plot ideas
this is a very, very rough list and i will more than likely poke my lil faunlet head back in here to edit it a thousand times over, but for now, here is a small snippet of things that i'd be interested in!
♡ anything to do with mermaids and / or pirates
♡ werewolves! especially in an urban fantasy setting, especially also involving vampires as enemies and / or love interests
♡ a southern gothic / western something
♡ hamlet and ophelia-based muses but in a modern day dark mafia verse. i have ideas for this.
♡ this feels like such a lame cop-out but: best friend x best friend's baby sister complete with a spicy age gap (all characters eighteen plus of course)
♡ star-crossed exes who are forced back together for circumstances outside of their control and all of the chaos and heartache that accompanies their unintentional reunion
♡ something snow white and the huntsman themed
♡ hades and persephone except that persephone bites back, and hard. just kidnap my muse for nefarious reasons and let me try to stab your muse in his sleep pls
♡ a sci fi-adjacent story where a grieving widow designs and requests the services of an 'emotional support' android
♡ modern day bodyguard x charge; i have a delightfully airheaded (but well-meaning) heiress with a lack of boundaries when it comes to her long-suffering and much-older bodyguard who's trying his damndest to avoid giving into the near-constant temptation of her exceptionally forbidden fruit :')
♡ angels and demons! give me your prince of hell or your reigning king of the underworld. i would prefer something modern / urban fantasy-inspired for this!
♡ runaway princess x the poor sucker that she implores for help and protection throughout her quest to safety
♡ college professor x student - mess, mess, and mess
♡ spooky season is right around the corner, and i would love to write an erotic horror story - i have ideas for this also!!
♡ i really want to write two women in a polyam relationship with one man <3
♡ a mysterious, untrustworthy dame hiring a hitman to murder her husband
♡ a ghost-hunting husband and his troubled, clairvoyant wife take on their most dangerous demon yet
*i expect that this list will be ever-changing and constantly-updated; if there's something that you don't see here that you're interested in, pls feel free to ask! that is all for now, but i'll leave you with a writing sample below:
Wan Chai was not a place to be wandering alone, and especially for a woman - and especially at night - but Lilianna had glided through the neon-lit streets of Hong Kong's most infamous red light district as if it was an empire that she had built from scratch. One day, of course, it would belong to her as if she had created it with the ichor from her veins and the marrow of her bones, but for now it was only Guangzhou that she claimed from one end of the Pearl River to the other.
All of that was long overdue to change, and so it was with birthright-earned elegance that she slipped past the heavily-armed bouncers stationed outside of the highly-corrupt gambling den that she was intent on infiltrating tonight. Rather than betting on concepts as trivial as poker hands or mahjong tiles, the men who circled these tables were ones that dealt in battles of the flesh. Cage fighting, and the profiteering of such, had been made illegal in China years and years ago, but the Triads had always operated above the law, or insidiously from within it, and so to this day it remained a billion dollar industry, and the man in charge of it - Lau Li, although needless to say that wasn't his real name - had more blood beneath his nails than the entirety of HK's police force combined. Both pit boss of the illicit underground den as well as the Triads' most-wanted traitor, he would easily prove to be the ace in Lilianna's deck… providing that she could win him over.
And so she'd dressed for the role of the exotic concubine, forgoing her skin-tight jeans and trademark thigh-high leather boots in favor of pouring her slim and graceful curves into an exceptionally snug cheongsam that she'd had custom-made to cling almost indecently to the contours of her tall, willowy frame. Lilac silk poured over her with all the adoration and intimacy of the sea hugging the shore, and embroidered into the fine fabric were silver-threaded depictions of snakes with flickering tongues and curving tails, calla lilies, and deceptively docile swans.
On either side of her hips, two twin slits carved upwards through the lavender sheen, although not quite so high as to reveal the butterfly-bladed daggers that she'd slyly tucked into the weapon holsters wrapped like garters around her upper thighs. Her slender neck was enrobed in the same pale silk as per the customs of her traditional ensemble, but the back of her dress had been left entirely open, and it dipped down all the way to the feminine indents at the bottom of her back, offering a tantalizing and telling view of her sleek, delicate musculature and the winged arcs of her shoulder-blades. Her long, lustrous hair had been spun into an intricate updo, and tucked among the dark tresses were crystalline pins in the shape of constellations and crescent moons.
The den was incense-smoked and barely-lit as Lilianna allowed her sharp, inquisitive gaze to roam over the cramped sprawl of the underground establishment. Scantily-clad women that had been bought and traded for in Eastern Europe looked sullen and scared as they carried trays of drinks over to tables of men who leered perversely at them, only to take immediate note of Lilianna as she walked slinkily by and paid them no mind. She wanted to be noticed tonight, but not by them, and so she pretended to immerse herself in the entertainment instead - the fighting.
Sweat-slick and panting, big, battered men with blood-stained bandages falling off of their knuckles swung at one another fiercely behind the rusted bars of the numerous large cages that filled the room; their bruised brows were furrowed with furious intent as they spat out mouthfuls of teeth and viscera only to dive right back into the match. It seemed almost sexual in nature given the hungry, voyeuristic crowd that had gathered around them, an audience of piranhas who were eagerly awaiting the break of bone or their pound of flesh, and Lilianna disguised her disgust with a cool blink as she directed her attention elsewhere. Where was that pit boss of hers?
She'd start at the bar. Turning away from the symphony of violence, she slid through the crowd like a lotus flower floating downstream; her movements were fluid and dance-like. Sleazy businessmen with hookah-stained shirts and dilated pupils ogled in her wake, and she feigned a serene, china doll smile as she eased past them with touchless purpose. Except… wait, was that -
______. There would be no missing her werewolf bodyguard anywhere; even while clearly undercover, he shone against the backdrop of brutal sadism despite how effortlessly he could have blended in as a fighter in the ring himself, and the first true expression that Lilianna had donned all night crossed her porcelain face in a show of both shock and fury. She'd told him - along with the rest of her soldiers - that she would be operating alone tonight; with several Triads members clearly in attendance, and all of them hoping to murder the man that she needed to form an alliance with, she'd calculated that the risk of bringing in backup was far too great, as well as unnecessary. She was as lethal as any man, and so where did ____ he get off, following after her?
Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and like a blade cutting through velvet she parried towards him - although she was far from the only women that had noticed him in the gritty club. Locals and trafficked-in foreigners alike eyed him with equal parts curiosity and intrigue, and Lilianna felt another pulse of seething, white-hot anger anger throughout her chest like catching fire.
With barely-concealed rage, she caught his forearm and gripped it tightly between her long, slim fingers; she slid the tips of them up the sleeve of his jacket so that she could dig her nails punishingly into his skin. "I believe I told you to stay back," she hissed, and came dangerously close to pushing him up against the wall he'd been attempting to blend into; around them, eagle-eyed strangers turned to look at them confusedly, and Lilianna was forced to temper the heat of her wrath, even as her pointed fingernails dug in hard enough to draw blood. Damn him.
All of that was long overdue to change, and so it was with birthright-earned elegance that she slipped past the heavily-armed bouncers stationed outside of the highly-corrupt gambling den that she was intent on infiltrating tonight. Rather than betting on concepts as trivial as poker hands or mahjong tiles, the men who circled these tables were ones that dealt in battles of the flesh. Cage fighting, and the profiteering of such, had been made illegal in China years and years ago, but the Triads had always operated above the law, or insidiously from within it, and so to this day it remained a billion dollar industry, and the man in charge of it - Lau Li, although needless to say that wasn't his real name - had more blood beneath his nails than the entirety of HK's police force combined. Both pit boss of the illicit underground den as well as the Triads' most-wanted traitor, he would easily prove to be the ace in Lilianna's deck… providing that she could win him over.
And so she'd dressed for the role of the exotic concubine, forgoing her skin-tight jeans and trademark thigh-high leather boots in favor of pouring her slim and graceful curves into an exceptionally snug cheongsam that she'd had custom-made to cling almost indecently to the contours of her tall, willowy frame. Lilac silk poured over her with all the adoration and intimacy of the sea hugging the shore, and embroidered into the fine fabric were silver-threaded depictions of snakes with flickering tongues and curving tails, calla lilies, and deceptively docile swans.
On either side of her hips, two twin slits carved upwards through the lavender sheen, although not quite so high as to reveal the butterfly-bladed daggers that she'd slyly tucked into the weapon holsters wrapped like garters around her upper thighs. Her slender neck was enrobed in the same pale silk as per the customs of her traditional ensemble, but the back of her dress had been left entirely open, and it dipped down all the way to the feminine indents at the bottom of her back, offering a tantalizing and telling view of her sleek, delicate musculature and the winged arcs of her shoulder-blades. Her long, lustrous hair had been spun into an intricate updo, and tucked among the dark tresses were crystalline pins in the shape of constellations and crescent moons.
The den was incense-smoked and barely-lit as Lilianna allowed her sharp, inquisitive gaze to roam over the cramped sprawl of the underground establishment. Scantily-clad women that had been bought and traded for in Eastern Europe looked sullen and scared as they carried trays of drinks over to tables of men who leered perversely at them, only to take immediate note of Lilianna as she walked slinkily by and paid them no mind. She wanted to be noticed tonight, but not by them, and so she pretended to immerse herself in the entertainment instead - the fighting.
Sweat-slick and panting, big, battered men with blood-stained bandages falling off of their knuckles swung at one another fiercely behind the rusted bars of the numerous large cages that filled the room; their bruised brows were furrowed with furious intent as they spat out mouthfuls of teeth and viscera only to dive right back into the match. It seemed almost sexual in nature given the hungry, voyeuristic crowd that had gathered around them, an audience of piranhas who were eagerly awaiting the break of bone or their pound of flesh, and Lilianna disguised her disgust with a cool blink as she directed her attention elsewhere. Where was that pit boss of hers?
She'd start at the bar. Turning away from the symphony of violence, she slid through the crowd like a lotus flower floating downstream; her movements were fluid and dance-like. Sleazy businessmen with hookah-stained shirts and dilated pupils ogled in her wake, and she feigned a serene, china doll smile as she eased past them with touchless purpose. Except… wait, was that -
______. There would be no missing her werewolf bodyguard anywhere; even while clearly undercover, he shone against the backdrop of brutal sadism despite how effortlessly he could have blended in as a fighter in the ring himself, and the first true expression that Lilianna had donned all night crossed her porcelain face in a show of both shock and fury. She'd told him - along with the rest of her soldiers - that she would be operating alone tonight; with several Triads members clearly in attendance, and all of them hoping to murder the man that she needed to form an alliance with, she'd calculated that the risk of bringing in backup was far too great, as well as unnecessary. She was as lethal as any man, and so where did ____ he get off, following after her?
Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and like a blade cutting through velvet she parried towards him - although she was far from the only women that had noticed him in the gritty club. Locals and trafficked-in foreigners alike eyed him with equal parts curiosity and intrigue, and Lilianna felt another pulse of seething, white-hot anger anger throughout her chest like catching fire.
With barely-concealed rage, she caught his forearm and gripped it tightly between her long, slim fingers; she slid the tips of them up the sleeve of his jacket so that she could dig her nails punishingly into his skin. "I believe I told you to stay back," she hissed, and came dangerously close to pushing him up against the wall he'd been attempting to blend into; around them, eagle-eyed strangers turned to look at them confusedly, and Lilianna was forced to temper the heat of her wrath, even as her pointed fingernails dug in hard enough to draw blood. Damn him.
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