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Hi, I'm Cori! I've been here a long time and roleplayed even longer. I can sometimes be sparse dues to being chronically ill but ideally I could write till the sun comes up! I love drama, violence, and darker themes.
At the moment my writing speed is about a reply every 1-3 days after setup, but I’m trying to do more often. I have been dropping out for a week or so often due to symptom flares, unfortunately. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, especially since shorter replies make it easier for me to wrote through brain fog, though we can write a shit ton if you want.
I love violence, as said above! There's just about nothing that can be done to make me uncomfortable.
No fandoms. I'm good with being suggested other plots but only original character ones. Anything with monsters or killers will probably be loved by me!
Anyway, I'm in the mood to play a monster! Mc can be meaner or sweeter, seme/uke , in any of the plots; it's up to you!
At the moment my writing speed is about a reply every 1-3 days after setup, but I’m trying to do more often. I have been dropping out for a week or so often due to symptom flares, unfortunately. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, especially since shorter replies make it easier for me to wrote through brain fog, though we can write a shit ton if you want.
I love violence, as said above! There's just about nothing that can be done to make me uncomfortable.
No fandoms. I'm good with being suggested other plots but only original character ones. Anything with monsters or killers will probably be loved by me!
Anyway, I'm in the mood to play a monster! Mc can be meaner or sweeter, seme/uke , in any of the plots; it's up to you!
News had spread fast when accounts of a strange creature, Muse A, crash landed in the middle of a town surfaced. Within a day, what started as a few social media posts turned to nationwide headlines, complete with video footage of an alleged harpy. Rumors quickly turned to facts as the creature was found to be injured and taken, although with a struggle, to a nearby wildlife hospital. The staff there confirmed everyone's greatest fantasies: this was the first known harpy. From that, they happily rode a wave of fame at the creature's expense, keeping him at a zoo for everyone to gawk at. At first the researchers in charge of figuring out how to care for him were just glad to have the chance to study a new species, but before long the creature.. deteriorated. He stopped cooperating with tests, stopped trying to climb or fly, stopped eating: all he did was lay around and occasionally get up to clean himself.. and even that he seemed to be more and more reluctant to do. Knowing they had to do something fast, they brought in a renowned animal psychologist, Muse B, to figure out what was wrong. Whether or not the man succeeded at his job, only time would tell. (Could also be done with a trainer instead of a psychologist if you want him to be a bit more tough/mean.)
Muse A’s town had a legend that went around through generations of teens and drunk college kids: a tale about a witch. Centuries ago, during the witch trials, the pastor’s son was suspected of homosexuality. He was given the choice: reveal who his lover was - who the people believed to be mind-controlling the otherwise good, Christian boy - or die for being in cahoots with a witch. He chose to protect his lover, but the lover would not take his death silently. The witch was caught trying to resurrect the dead man and promptly burned for it.
The burning wasn’t normal, though. The witch swore vengeance and disappeared in a flash of blue flame, leaving no body behind. They say to this day his spirit roams, looking for his lover. He collects pieces of anyone unlucky enough to cross paths with him, and rumor has it if you go out on a foggy night you can still hear him crying for his lover, dragging the parts of his victims behind him.
Muse A was, of course, one of those drunk college kids, and both him and his friends were stupid enough to be daring each other to go into the woods. Somehow he got lost from them. Worse yet, it started raining. As he trudged through the woods, trying to figure out which way was home or even what tree would be big enough to get him out of the rain he stepped into a surprisingly deep puddle of mud. It was up to his calf before something stiff stopped his foot from going deeper; as he tried to pull it out, something stopped it- not just the suction of mud but something that felt boney. The mud bubbled, and as he fell back from a hard, panicked yanking to free his foot something came out with it: a body.
At least, it looked like a body. It had to be dead, submerged in mud like that! It looked fresh, though, like way too fresh, and.. something was thumping, like a really hard and loud heart-
OH FUCK IT MOVED!
Before he knew it Muse B was hacking up mud, laughing like a madman as soon as he could. “I did it? Ha.. hehehe I actually did it! Damn you, Isaiah; you can’t kill me! Oh, god, Abel, now I can-“ the realization that he wasn’t alone stopped whatever rambling the stranger had started to go on about, though all Muse A could do was look at the man in horror.
The burning wasn’t normal, though. The witch swore vengeance and disappeared in a flash of blue flame, leaving no body behind. They say to this day his spirit roams, looking for his lover. He collects pieces of anyone unlucky enough to cross paths with him, and rumor has it if you go out on a foggy night you can still hear him crying for his lover, dragging the parts of his victims behind him.
Muse A was, of course, one of those drunk college kids, and both him and his friends were stupid enough to be daring each other to go into the woods. Somehow he got lost from them. Worse yet, it started raining. As he trudged through the woods, trying to figure out which way was home or even what tree would be big enough to get him out of the rain he stepped into a surprisingly deep puddle of mud. It was up to his calf before something stiff stopped his foot from going deeper; as he tried to pull it out, something stopped it- not just the suction of mud but something that felt boney. The mud bubbled, and as he fell back from a hard, panicked yanking to free his foot something came out with it: a body.
At least, it looked like a body. It had to be dead, submerged in mud like that! It looked fresh, though, like way too fresh, and.. something was thumping, like a really hard and loud heart-
OH FUCK IT MOVED!
Before he knew it Muse B was hacking up mud, laughing like a madman as soon as he could. “I did it? Ha.. hehehe I actually did it! Damn you, Isaiah; you can’t kill me! Oh, god, Abel, now I can-“ the realization that he wasn’t alone stopped whatever rambling the stranger had started to go on about, though all Muse A could do was look at the man in horror.
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