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[Standing Stones]

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➶ About me - My Rules - Turn ons - Turn offs - Pairing/Plots - Samples - Faceclaims ➴

➶ About me Welcome, welcome! To my tiny Stone Cauldron! You can call me Stone, but I'm as soft as butter, I promise. Let's not waste time, first things first, a little about me! What kind of partner am I?

╰❥ I love OOC planning and gossiping. The more we get to know each other, talk about our characters, flesh them out and get excited over the role-play, the more hyped I will be when it begins and as it goes on. I'm the kind of person to make pinterest boards, playlists that I think suit the theme! I hope that you might like that too- But if that's too much, I understand!
But I do require somebody who does more than the minimum of chatting OOC with me and getting hyped for it. Otherwise, it's hard for me to feel invested.

╰❥ I am literate and write loooong detailed posts. I'm trying to improve my writing skills, so it's not as flowery, or saturated with big over the top words as it used to be, but that's a work in progress. Be patient with me.
The fact is, however, that I do write paragraphs to novellas. If you aren't comfortable with that, then I don't think this will work.

╰❥ I can double- in fact, I like to double and bring more side characters into the fray. It makes the world feel more real, more vibrant! I, however, do not intend for this to be used as me playing a male love interest to you.
I'd like it if you doubled as well, but you don't have to take on anything more than you are comfortable with!

╰❥ I play as female characters to male counterparts. But please don't expect doormats. If the plot calls for it, the character may be naive and gullible at first. But as things go to hell in a handbasket, they will change and grow. Whether that growth leads to somebody strong and virtuous or somebody vindictive and venomous- That's up to us now isn't it!

╰❥ I will never write for your characters. I will not godmode, overwrite what you wrote, I will never lead the story for the both of us. I want us to be equal partners and work together to have fun and create something worthwhile- Please do me the same courtesy.
That being said, if you want our characters to do something in particular in your post- Let me know and I'll be fine with it!

╰❥ I adore dark twisted romances.
That distorted, obsessed, masquerade of 'love' held by male stalkers/psychos/gas-lighters that drive them to do unspeakable things to get what and who they want. How they so masterfully use others as pawns, manipulate their feelings and then throw them under the bus when they are no longer of use. And yet how well they hide it from the outer world! How they appear like model citizens- Even if the othercharacter knows the truth, which makes the situation all the more madness inducing.
The sexual tension between two characters- One not knowing why they feel so claustrophobic or perhaps knowing and thinking they can change, save, even maybe use the other to their benefit!
The other suffocating them with their so called 'love', until everything goes tits up! I just love the entire escalating process!

There will never be love at first sight though! Even if the premise starts with stalkers, my character won't be head over heels at first. There will be interest. It'll grow. And then the hell starts. Delicious~

➶ Rules I know we like to be chaotic, but don't break these, darling.

╰❥Naturally all the site rules are to be followed. No exceptions.

╰❥I'm not going to write porn. I need story to be the focus and the sex to be an added bonus. I'll get bored otherwise and lose interest.

╰❥Please don't try to convince me to play men for your women.

╰❥My characters are switches, not submissive doormats.

╰❥Quality matters more than quantity, but please don't reply to my novella with two paragraphs. It'll break my little concrete heart.

╰❥I use real life face claims, or high quality artistic render face claims.
Example as shown:

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If you have trouble finding face claims- I have some of my favourite in the next post.

╰❥I reply usually within a day or two, except on Tuesdays when I have my online course. If I'll be late I'll tell you, so please do the same for me. If I don't hear back from you, even if OOC chats for over two weeks, I will assume our Rp is over.

╰❥Character MUST be over 21.

╰❥Do not confuse our characters romance for ours. This isn't a dating site.

➶ Turn ons

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Biting, marking, hickeys
Blindfolds, handcuffs, restraints
Rough sex and/or making out (Throat fucking, tongue fucking, multiple forced orgasms, sexual exhaustion, hair pulling, spanking.)
Attempted Breeding ( Creampies and such, but no actual pregnancy though)
Teasing
Crossdressing
Male leads with hand/feet fetishes or so on.
Pretty androgynous male leads

➶ Turn Offs

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Anal
Pregnancy
Anything in the toilet, stays there. Nope nope nope.
Vore
Age-play
Fisting
Pain play
Cheating
Male Doormats
Overly muscular (bodybuilder type bodies)

 

[Standing Stones]

➳❥ Plots and Pairings Cravings Beware, some of these are not for the faint of heart! I've set them in order of tamest to most depraved.​

Crossdresser

Really wanna try this. The M/C has no idea that the person they're with is actually a guy.



Omegaverse





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╰❥Beware the Black dog
Bully x Victim turned Bully OR Bully x Victim's evil Twin

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He was always a doormat.

Yet, she hadn't always stepped on him. In fact, once upon a time, she'd tried to help him. She'd tried to elevate him with her when she climbed the social circles upon their graduation.
When he had publicly turned away from her and her offer, loudly proclaiming she wasn't who he once knew, that he'd never join a bunch of self-loathing narcissists, he inadvertently called upon her ire rather than her empathy. From that day on, she made his life a hell. Whether right or wrong, it mattered little, so long as she saw that sobbing hopeless face. A reminder that no matter how badly she treated him, he'd always crawl back like a dog. A warped comfort.

But little did she know that the day would come when she'd go too far. When partaking in a sadistic charade, claiming to be sorry for all her endure and giving him a passionate kiss was revealed to be nothing more than a sick joke, he broke.
And, now, he was hellbent on breaking her.

So, a typical scenario! But here's the thing!
We could either keep this a normal bully x victim pairing, where the vindictive victim turns around, changes himself to become her tormentor instead.
OR
We could turn this into a Bully x Twins, where the weaker willed twin's brother comes back home after being sent away for years. Upon coming home he finds out what's happened and decides to replace his brother. Being much stronger, in both mind and body, he has got a palate for revenge.
Whichever suits you best!

╰❥Possession
Widow x Possessed (or maybe not?) Husband

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Possession is a term thrown around a lot and mostly attributed to unseen beings such as daemons or spirits taking over another's body. It's an occult occurrence which has been slipping through the cracks of time, only rarely noticed on occasion by the fair few unlucky enough to have been touched by it. A peculiar pity that our leading female will have none of it. She considers it all complete rubbish. With her being a psychologist blessed with the chance to work with the criminally insane she is naturally heavily settled in her secure and science-oriented lifestyle.

Then on the most inconspicuous of days comes a life-altering call; Her beloved fiancé passes due to a tragic accident involving their reclusive neighbour. He is a strange fellow known about the small town, always an unsettling air about him, an empty yet aloof look in his eyes.
Never a word spoken, never a moment inattentive and never any attempt at contact with her or her spouse.

She is left emotionally vulnerable and confused by the turn of events as her life seems to spiral out of her control. The next day her neighbour comes home. Her husband to be does not. As the anger, guilt and questions why begin to pile up and bubble beneath the surface, something far more insidious comes to disturb still waters.

Upon waking up and being asked if he can remember what happened who he is, the strange fellow replies that he is in fact her fiancé. The doctors cannot explain this occurrence. Brain damaged is suspected. Yet throughout various unwanted encounters the undesired guest reveals that he knows things that he shouldn't. Information such as what her fiancé whispered to her in private, romantic letters he sent her every week and happenings that took place during their teenage years of their budding romance.

Horrified, shaken and partially disgusted with herself for letting these encounters get to her, our protagonist is left to wonder: Is this truly a case of a soul taking possession of another's body? It is madness? Or is perhaps something far more sinister at hand?

(( Okay so the idea revolves around the fact that it can either be an actual possession, or it can all be a meticulously woven lie by somebody pretending to be somebody else in spirit. They could do this for a number of reasons. Perhaps so they can live a luxurious lifestyle they could never otherwise have had, perhaps they were in love with the wife to be and would go to any lengths to possess her even if it meant pretending to be somebody else. Or it could be an actual demon pretending to be the husband! You could make me think it's an actual possession and then twist it around or vice versa! The possibilities are endless!

╰❥The Devil wears You
Fashion Designer x Forced Model

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She had to have him.
When MC crossed paths with that crumpled mess, YC, whoring himself out on the street side of downtown, she'd thought nothing of him, had not intended to help or so much as get involved.
That was until she saw his face.

Even in that state, he was more beautiful than any woman she'd ever seen. Far more than any of her current models she used to promote her haute-couture brand.
All that wasted beauty, that eroticism- all the potential! That night she decides to scoop him up, to take him home, feed him, clean him, and give him a bed for the night. For charity? Gods, no, there's no such thing in the world. He's nothing more than a body.

One that could be her piece de resistance. Her muse and model.
MC intends to keep him, almost as a pet to preen- A pretty mutt. After all, he has nowhere else to go. Running from his past pimps and loansharks, he needs her money and her protection.
And she knows it.

MC forces him to crossdress and become her model for photoshoot and catwalks, with no qualms about harming his pride. Threatening to unveil him being a dirty pervert, throw him to his loan sharks, should he refuse. Yet, as her brand gains popularity due to this gorgeous new model, his influence growing too, she begins to get complacent. Accidentally letting him gather dirt on her too as the tables begin to turn.

(It would be nice if YC was depraved too. Angry, resentful, humiliated but not a doormat.)

╰❥Lovely Bones
Detective x Serial killer

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They've started again.
The long string of murders whose thread had once been cut by her father, at the cost of his life, has begun again. The bloody hands had been tied and the muzzled beast thrown into the deepest, darkest cell they could find. So, why? Why is it now, years later, that a copycat has revealed themselves?

The small community, already enfeebled by the passing covid crisis, is shaken by the gruesome discoveries of three maimed bodies in the tunnel underpass. Those in charge are reluctant to put into place new quarantines or curfews and risk losing the upcoming re-election. Panic stricken families hiding away their children in their homes. The fragile peace is being broken and neighbours are turning on neighbours.
The situation is growing desperate.

Following in her father's footsteps MC is desperate to stop this new killer before any more blood is spilled.
But there are no clues.
No leads to follow.

Running out of options, a drastic last ditch effort by her superior is taken; To have detectives work alongside YC, the original killer, her fathers' murderer, and granting them a plea deal in an attempt to catch this new threat before it's too late.
MC is disgusted, but demands to be put in charge of YC, claiming that if anybody is going to keep a sharp eye on him, to take the proper precautions, it'll be her.
Inadvertently arousing the interest of at least one psychopath.

╰❥Now you see me...
Stalker x Object of their affection

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They were in the same circle of friends since he transferred to her school over a decade ago. A lifetime spent in a strange paradox of being close enough to touch but too far to have a truly casual conversation. They became shadows to each other, a peaceful bliss of mutual disinterest whilst in the other presence. Perhaps it was due to this comfort in each others solitude that subtle hints of a growing danger were so easily left unseen.

Now they are in their final year of their masters course at university.
He was the schools' golden boy with his superb grades, his meek and humble personality and efficiency at chess which had led the Universities' team to win numerous championships and therefore sponsors. He wasn't exactly the stockiest guy on the block, but his good looks and sweet mannerisms had garnered him more than a fair share of stolen glances from smitten classmates. From a wealthy family and good upbringing, it seemed this boy had truly been blessed to have everything go in his favour.
Except her. And damned be she.

She, a foreigner who had moved here during her childhood years when her parents met an unfortunate end. She who had come to live with her aunt; a crazy old cat woman whose love for pop tarts, cheese and all things feline ruled her life. She who despite not having particularly good grades became class president in part due to her upbeat personality, willingness to get things done and 'no nonsense' motto.She whose attractiveness did not stick out like a sore thumb. She who not only overlooked him but rather saw through him like no more than a spectre as her eyes ever searched for him, a lummox, a brute and his unfortunate best friend.

For so long he has watched from just close enough to reach, content in just looking, observing, stealing tidbits of information in exchange for sexual favour all the while contemplating what could have been. So long had he told himself that this was enough to sate his thirst.
But as in all tales, change is inevitable.

One day when the group of friends go to a concert, in the dark of the night and midst of the crowd the young woman feels a hand by her side which she believes to be that of the young man she has pinned over for years. Inebriated, impulsive and egged on by a far more outspoken friend she takes it and a moment of tenderness is shared. That is until she realises her momentary beau is not who she thought him to be. With this one small action, a chaotic string of unfortunate events unfurl as the two spiral down the rabbit hole.

From that day on she seems him everywhere, watching her. Always watching, ever closer. As subtle confusion turns to outright paranoia, one question remains:
Who is truly mad here?

((In this role-play everything is subtle and subterfuge. The stalker has been watching her from afar the whole time. She just wasn't aware of it until the pivotal moment that makes her SEE him for the first time. This physical contact, this closeness that they experience even unwittingly is what really sets him off in a downward spiral. He was content before just watching, no more. He makes sure the protagonist sees him watching her, causing her in turn to start watching him; At first out of confusion, then out of worry and finally out of habit which can become dependancy.
An emotional and instinctual manipulation. Oh the depravity! Just remember, this character is supposed to be delicate is his own way. Not just a mastermind, he truly desperately wants her love, her approval, her affection. He wants her to want him, more than anything and it's unbearable to him. It is torture and pain upon him when denied this. And maybe, just maybe she is just as crazy too.))

╰❥Angel Dust
Childhood Friend x Psychotic Childhood Friend

Trigger warning: Suicide!! This one is seriously messed up!

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Emmie.
That's what she used to call her childhood friend.

For as long as she could remember, since that day MC first approached Emmie, who sat all alone in their neighbourhood park, they had been inseparable. She had been irrevocably enchanted by the beautiful Emmie, with her porcelain skin and long flowing white hair, from the get-go. Compared to herself who was a run of the mill tom-boy, Emmie looked like a princess. From the moment the bold and confident little Nyrn had grabbed hold of a tearful childs' hand and told them matter-of-factly that they were going to be best friends, and that she would be her knight, that was exactly what had happened.

The children were as night and day. While she had always been a confident outspoken and brash young girl who delighted in getting into to trouble for the sake of adventure, Emmie was far shyer, a pushover and a crybaby who could always be seen clutching onto her' arm like a lifeline. The duo were inseparable, wherever she went Emmie would not be far behind. They were neighbours, their windows facing each others' so they could whisper long into the night or, sneakily, climb into the others room and sleep huddled up together. The first time it happened the parents panicked finding one bed empty and one full. The lectures were brutal, but when the two didn't stop, it became the norm for both families to take turns bringing a child to school in the mornings and back home in the evenings.

She seemed happy enough to be the prince to her princess Emmie who was so much more suited to the role, but in truth, she had always been somewhat jealous of Emmie. Unlike her, she had a soft-spoken voice, beautiful pale blond hair and pitch black eyes- They had always been the most beautiful person in her eyes and she made sure Emmie knew it, spending entire hours brushing their hair and pampering them. To her, none could compare. She on the other hand, had a mess of hair and freckles, many calling her carrot-top and she didn't see herself as very pretty.
For years, into their early teens, they would never be seen far from the other. Life was good and nobody could tear them apart. Or so they thought.

On their first day of 8th grade at a new school, they were put into two separate classes. At first Emmie cried and protested, wouldn't let go of her. But the older girl just comforted Emmie and said that they could see each other at break, in the hallways and at home, everything would be fine. That day they made a promise; Neither this, nor anything or anyone would keep them apart, and should anyone try they would be punished.

MC's outspokenness earned her many friends, whereas Emmie didn't even attempt to make any, instead eagerly waiting bell rings to see their counterpart. It was imperceptive at first, but as the weeks dragged on, slowly, but surely, the time reserved for Emmie thinned. MC tried to introduce Emmie to her new friends, but Emmie just.. didn't care. And then, for the first time, Emmie was told she couldn't sleepover. That night, she witnessed through their window, MC having a sleepover, their tradition, with another girl. The backlash was immediate, Emmie pounding on the window screaming of how she could do this.

Tired of the constant shadow and perhaps through childish pride at being told off in front of her new friends, for the first time, MC yelled back.
"It's not my fault you won't make any friends, stop sticking to me and grow some balls!"
The moment the words and left her mouth, she wished she could take them back. But it was too late.

Emmie locked themselves away for days after that, sobs coming from their room, not even opening her blinds for MC who begged for days and offered for Emmie to sleep over.
Eventually Nyrn gave up and stopped asking.
Then came physical education.

"But, you're a girl?"

All of the evil little children laughed in glee at the innocent girl's stupidity, as she watched Emmie get called to go workout with the boys. Sure, Emmie had grown lately, MC still hadn't caught up but that was bound to come soon! Yet, as she looked up at her friends dark eyes, she felt something other than childish friendship. She felt fear. More voices cried out, some mocking her and many more mocking Emmie, taunting them, waiting to see what they would do in response to this (albeit unwilling and unintentional) insult to their masculinity. For all to see, Emmie grabbed her small hand and forced it down onto his crotch where, in her mind, there should have been nothing.
But there was.

The rest was a blur. Amidst the laughing she remembered shrieking, dozens of eyes staring at her, wrenching her hand away from a suddenly far stronger, bigger Emmie and running into the teacher's office in tears. For days she did not resurface from her house, curtains drawn tight to hide herself away. Part of her was waiting for the gentle taps at her window, the typical Emmie sobbing apology. It never came.
Instead came the sound of boyish laughter from next-door and a name she didn't know- Emery.

After this event, MC became withdrawn, humiliated and cast aside as a naive idiot who couldn't even tell her friend was a boy. Gone was her bravado and courage, seemingly taken by the boy who now lived next door.
Emery seemed to grow cruel as their confidence grew. At nights he would tap on her window as they did once, a condescending smile on his face asking in a voice so sweet if she still wanted him to come over for a sleepover in her bed. MC tried to recover, but the bullying and mockery was too much, the night time sweet whispers from her window chilling her to the bone, forcing her to keep her blinds shut always. As weeks went by she begged her single father to let her change to a boarding school, she would do anything to get away from this.
And in some way, her wish was granted.

Her father had found a new potential wife and employment in London, far far away from that sleepy little town. Naturally through backyard conversations, the neighbours were tipped off about these plans and through the grapevine, Emery was informed. The result was mind-blowing for the parents. Threats, screams, none of the parents had ever seen him like this before. He declared that her father couldn't take MC with him, and when that did not work, begged. When still the father was not swayed, he warned that should the father try to separate them, he would be punished as the two had once promised. As one might expect, the father was not amused by a young boys' possessive threats concerning his daughter and with this added incentive, they moved the next week. On the last night she could have sworn she heard Emmie whispering oh so softly of their promise.

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-12 years later-​

MC's father married again, is now a big photographer for a model magazine chain, does a lot of community work with disabled kids- He is a pillar of the community and highly respected by all. Then, a new model comes to town to work for his magazine. One that has been sought after for a very long time. He is an upcoming male model that the world is going crazy for and everybody wants a piece of. Men, women; everybody wants to be him or fuck him. It is an incredibly fortunate addition to their models and are told to be as courteous and subservient as they can be, to not fuck this work relationship up lest he change company. What the father did not expect was for a familiar face to walk into the room; long pale blond hair and dark eyes he could never forget. Emery had returned.

They meeting was pleasant. They laughed and joked, reminisced about the good old days and how Emery in the heat of the moment as a child had made such arrogant empty threats.
Except, empty they were not.

Emery invites the father out for casual drinks, offering so amicably to pay as an apology for the way they parted when he was young. The father accepts, downing drink after drink at Emery's behest until the world is blurred and voices echo around. Once the father is too drunk to even stand, Emery takes him to a hotel and fucks him. Recording it on tape, editing voice recording, making it look like he was pressured into it by the father. All so meticulously framed and damning.

Within the next week the recordings and photographs are leaked to the public and the backlash is beyond violent. His wife leaves him, his job fires him, the community despises him coming together to support Emery and condemn the father. Left with no escape, not alibis and no way out- He takes his own life.
Emery has fulfilled his decade long promise.
But every action has consequence.

Learning of what has transpired, MC returns to London with only one purpose in mind; to clear her fathers name, seek out those responsible and reap revenge. Unbeknownst to her that she may have walked back right into a decade-old trap laid out for her...

➶ If nothing catches your fancy but you like the kind of genre that they entail, do feel free to send me a private message and chat! Maybe we can find something new together!
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➳❥ Faceclaims​

➳❥ Men

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Unknown but damn he's Pretty (Would be perfect for 'Devil wears You' Plot.)

Seo kang Joon

Lee Soo Hyuk

Liam Samuels

Jack Pililaau

 

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An Omen of Crows​