Wintersprings
Dances Princess
Inner Sanctum Nobility
Ink flows like warm light,
Pages whisper tales of hearts,
Love blooms in each line.
Hiya and thanks for stopping by! Welcome to my small corner of the Sanctum, take a seat and stay a while. Here you'll find my current craving of plots that I'd love to share with you. Don't be afraid of the length of them, they simply serve as outlines and elements can always be changed while we work out specifics.
About me
I've been roleplaying for about 11 years, probably younger than I should have but what can I say? I was a kid with unlimited access to the internet. Outside of roleplay, I've been writing for just as long, if not before. I took creative writing electives in high school where I fell in love with it more. I first came across roleplay sites around 2014/2015 when I joined Guilty Pleasures. When the site went down around 2019, I found myself here! My new home for writing and finding partners and friends. I am a mom to a one year old son and I work nights as a barista so you will find me most active early morning/afternoon and very late at night.
What to expect of me and what I look for
I'm normally on every day, so replies will be no problem unless I reach out and tell you otherwise. I normally write 2 to 3 paragraphs but lately have been putting out between 600 to 1000 words posts. You can expect 1 to 3 replies a day depending on how fast or slow my partner replies. Regarding smut, I'm sure, in any of these, it will come up. I don't rely on smut to make the story interesting or to further character development unless absolutely needed. I like to keep the ratio at a 70/30, but we can always talk about it. I don't expect my partners to match me in post lengths, but please no one-liners, unless it is impactful to the story. If you're no longer enjoying the roleplay, please reach out and tell me instead of completely shutting down and stop replying. I'm always willing to work around things and even end one story to start another. All I ask if you reach out.
Plots
Pages whisper tales of hearts,
Love blooms in each line.
Hiya and thanks for stopping by! Welcome to my small corner of the Sanctum, take a seat and stay a while. Here you'll find my current craving of plots that I'd love to share with you. Don't be afraid of the length of them, they simply serve as outlines and elements can always be changed while we work out specifics.
About me
I've been roleplaying for about 11 years, probably younger than I should have but what can I say? I was a kid with unlimited access to the internet. Outside of roleplay, I've been writing for just as long, if not before. I took creative writing electives in high school where I fell in love with it more. I first came across roleplay sites around 2014/2015 when I joined Guilty Pleasures. When the site went down around 2019, I found myself here! My new home for writing and finding partners and friends. I am a mom to a one year old son and I work nights as a barista so you will find me most active early morning/afternoon and very late at night.
What to expect of me and what I look for
I'm normally on every day, so replies will be no problem unless I reach out and tell you otherwise. I normally write 2 to 3 paragraphs but lately have been putting out between 600 to 1000 words posts. You can expect 1 to 3 replies a day depending on how fast or slow my partner replies. Regarding smut, I'm sure, in any of these, it will come up. I don't rely on smut to make the story interesting or to further character development unless absolutely needed. I like to keep the ratio at a 70/30, but we can always talk about it. I don't expect my partners to match me in post lengths, but please no one-liners, unless it is impactful to the story. If you're no longer enjoying the roleplay, please reach out and tell me instead of completely shutting down and stop replying. I'm always willing to work around things and even end one story to start another. All I ask if you reach out.
Two weeks. It had been two weeks. Two weeks since Lysandre fucked her out of her mind. Two weeks since she booked their trip arrangements that he didn't respond to. Two weeks since he's talked to her. Two weeks and the fucking bite he left on her was still fucking there too. She was angry at him, beyond angry. She could handle a one night stand if that's a cleared agreement before their dick goes inside her. With him, it felt like it was more and it's been eating her alive. Work had been draining mentally, she spent her nights after work out at clubs, dancing with men who couldn't fill his place. She let one or two of them make out with her but that was as far as it would go. She wouldn't let it progress further. Victor had been up her ass since he looked over the travel plans. He was amazed at Lysandre's large donation but when it came to him traveling with her, he gave her the cold shoulder. Short answers, belittling and nitpicking every little thing that she did. She didn't understand why the sudden flip in the script but she was over it.
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She slid down the wall, her body still trembling as her legs gave out on her. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly as she watched Victor leave and Lysandre came to kneel in front of her. Her panic attack had slowly subsided, her eyes finally daring to look meet his. She looked a mess, her hair was a mess, her pony tail starting to come undone. Her eyes were blood shot and makeup ran down her cheeks, black streaks going over tear flushed cheeks. She felt vulnerable, exposed… humiliated. Italia flinched away from him when his hand came to up to move a strand of hair out of her face. Every thought and feeling she's had these last two weeks came to a head as she looked at him. She wanted to slap him but after seeing what happened to Victors hand, she decided against it. She wanted to yell at him, but not here. She stood up carefully and fixed her pants before going towards her office. She knew he was close by but she didn't stop when she removed her ruined shirt and tossed it into the trash bin. She had an emergency bag in her office just to be safe. She pulled a sweater out and pulled it over her head. She fixed her hair and walked past him out of the office and out of the building.
It was forecasted to be raining when she left and judging by the dark clouds rolling in quickly, she made the right call driving her truck today. "Get it." was all she said, her voice flat of any emotion towards him. If she was going to talk, to yell, it was going to be at her home. A place she had the power, where she called the shots. Victor took that away from her tonight and she wasn't going to let Lysandre do it either. She started her truck and once he was in the passenger seat, she tore out of the parking lot, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping the streeling wheel. The drive was silent besides the alternative music playing from her stereo. Once she pulled into the garage and parked, she simply walked inside, placed her things down and went into the kitchen. She found an old cup and once she felt he was close enough, she turned and threw it at him as hard as she could. If she couldn't physically hit him, she'd find something to do it for her. The glass shattered against his chest but he didn't move.
"What the fuck is your deal Lysandre?" Italia asked, venom laced in her voice. She used his full name, not the shortened version she often used. The one she screamed and moaned when he was thrusting into her. Her eyes held all the rage in the world as she looked up at him. "Was this your big plan? huh? Fuck me and use me as some business investment?" She questioned, her voice raising. "I really thought you had some feelings for me at least, an inkling of interest past the museum, past the history. I was wrong right? You don't fucking care about me." She yelled. "And what the fuck was that back there?! She's taken? By who, you!" She questioned, looking around her kitchen like there was someone else in the room. "You don't own me Lysandre. I'm not yours. I'm not some prize to be won." Her chest heaved and her fists balled at her sides. "You think I don't remember things but I fucking do. You can keep lying to yourself but I'm done trying to let you gaslight me into thinking I'm seeing everything wrong." Italia walked up to him, standing just a few feet closer than before. "You fucking bit me, Victor broke his hand trying to punch you and you fucking commanded him to think something else happened. That's not human. You put on a good show and you can deny it all you want but I know there's something more to you." She called him out, done making herself think she was the crazy one.
"You said you haven't dated in a while so what's the deal? You left so quickly that it had me thinking. Are you married? Am I just some other women that you stray off to when your wife isn't paying you attention?" She asked, tilting her head. "It seemed to me for someone who hasn't dated, you sure know how to fuck pretty damn well still." She laughed dryly, her hands folding themselves over the top of her head. "Or am I just a one off deal? I let you in once, fuck me so good then leave only to come back and think I'll let you do it again?" She asked, her eyes started to burn again as tears built up around them.
"You fucking hurt me!" Italia screamed at him. "You walked away like you regretted ever touching me, ever meeting me. You could've stayed and we could've talked like fucking adults. Figure things out from there instead you left! You ran like a fucking coward and why? You couldn't figure out your feelings?" She yelled, a fresh set of hot tears streaming down her face. "I would've been fine if you just told me you wanted a one night stand. Instead you treated me like you actually fucking wanted me. You invited me out after work, you went with me to the gala as my date. The lingering touches and glances, the compliments. It all made fucking sense in my head and now I feel stupid!" Her emotions flooded the room as she let everything out.
"You wanna know what I've done these last two weeks Lysandre? I've gone out to clubs, every night. Dancing with random men so I could forget how it felt to be pressed against your body." She started, making direct eye contact with him. "I even made out with two of them so I could try and forget the way your lips felt against mine!" She paced around island, wiping away the tears that fell. "But I couldn't because you're everywhere!" She screamed at him. "I stay out late because when I come home, it's all still here. The wall you fucked me against, the bed you ate me out on and kissed me like you were just as hungry as I was. It's all here and you're not!" Italia angrily rushed out, yelling when she told him how he isn't here
"So just fucking tell me right here, right now." She got up in his face before pushing him away from her. "Do you regret it?" The pain that laced her words could be felt from miles away, almost as if she was scared to learn the answer herself.
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She slid down the wall, her body still trembling as her legs gave out on her. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly as she watched Victor leave and Lysandre came to kneel in front of her. Her panic attack had slowly subsided, her eyes finally daring to look meet his. She looked a mess, her hair was a mess, her pony tail starting to come undone. Her eyes were blood shot and makeup ran down her cheeks, black streaks going over tear flushed cheeks. She felt vulnerable, exposed… humiliated. Italia flinched away from him when his hand came to up to move a strand of hair out of her face. Every thought and feeling she's had these last two weeks came to a head as she looked at him. She wanted to slap him but after seeing what happened to Victors hand, she decided against it. She wanted to yell at him, but not here. She stood up carefully and fixed her pants before going towards her office. She knew he was close by but she didn't stop when she removed her ruined shirt and tossed it into the trash bin. She had an emergency bag in her office just to be safe. She pulled a sweater out and pulled it over her head. She fixed her hair and walked past him out of the office and out of the building.
It was forecasted to be raining when she left and judging by the dark clouds rolling in quickly, she made the right call driving her truck today. "Get it." was all she said, her voice flat of any emotion towards him. If she was going to talk, to yell, it was going to be at her home. A place she had the power, where she called the shots. Victor took that away from her tonight and she wasn't going to let Lysandre do it either. She started her truck and once he was in the passenger seat, she tore out of the parking lot, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping the streeling wheel. The drive was silent besides the alternative music playing from her stereo. Once she pulled into the garage and parked, she simply walked inside, placed her things down and went into the kitchen. She found an old cup and once she felt he was close enough, she turned and threw it at him as hard as she could. If she couldn't physically hit him, she'd find something to do it for her. The glass shattered against his chest but he didn't move.
"What the fuck is your deal Lysandre?" Italia asked, venom laced in her voice. She used his full name, not the shortened version she often used. The one she screamed and moaned when he was thrusting into her. Her eyes held all the rage in the world as she looked up at him. "Was this your big plan? huh? Fuck me and use me as some business investment?" She questioned, her voice raising. "I really thought you had some feelings for me at least, an inkling of interest past the museum, past the history. I was wrong right? You don't fucking care about me." She yelled. "And what the fuck was that back there?! She's taken? By who, you!" She questioned, looking around her kitchen like there was someone else in the room. "You don't own me Lysandre. I'm not yours. I'm not some prize to be won." Her chest heaved and her fists balled at her sides. "You think I don't remember things but I fucking do. You can keep lying to yourself but I'm done trying to let you gaslight me into thinking I'm seeing everything wrong." Italia walked up to him, standing just a few feet closer than before. "You fucking bit me, Victor broke his hand trying to punch you and you fucking commanded him to think something else happened. That's not human. You put on a good show and you can deny it all you want but I know there's something more to you." She called him out, done making herself think she was the crazy one.
"You said you haven't dated in a while so what's the deal? You left so quickly that it had me thinking. Are you married? Am I just some other women that you stray off to when your wife isn't paying you attention?" She asked, tilting her head. "It seemed to me for someone who hasn't dated, you sure know how to fuck pretty damn well still." She laughed dryly, her hands folding themselves over the top of her head. "Or am I just a one off deal? I let you in once, fuck me so good then leave only to come back and think I'll let you do it again?" She asked, her eyes started to burn again as tears built up around them.
"You fucking hurt me!" Italia screamed at him. "You walked away like you regretted ever touching me, ever meeting me. You could've stayed and we could've talked like fucking adults. Figure things out from there instead you left! You ran like a fucking coward and why? You couldn't figure out your feelings?" She yelled, a fresh set of hot tears streaming down her face. "I would've been fine if you just told me you wanted a one night stand. Instead you treated me like you actually fucking wanted me. You invited me out after work, you went with me to the gala as my date. The lingering touches and glances, the compliments. It all made fucking sense in my head and now I feel stupid!" Her emotions flooded the room as she let everything out.
"You wanna know what I've done these last two weeks Lysandre? I've gone out to clubs, every night. Dancing with random men so I could forget how it felt to be pressed against your body." She started, making direct eye contact with him. "I even made out with two of them so I could try and forget the way your lips felt against mine!" She paced around island, wiping away the tears that fell. "But I couldn't because you're everywhere!" She screamed at him. "I stay out late because when I come home, it's all still here. The wall you fucked me against, the bed you ate me out on and kissed me like you were just as hungry as I was. It's all here and you're not!" Italia angrily rushed out, yelling when she told him how he isn't here
"So just fucking tell me right here, right now." She got up in his face before pushing him away from her. "Do you regret it?" The pain that laced her words could be felt from miles away, almost as if she was scared to learn the answer herself.
Plots close childhood friends reunite except MC was in love with YC growing up, and YC became MC best friend's high school sweetheart. MC concealed their feelings all throughout their friendship, in high school & college, although both definitely had feelings & felt sparks for one another long before YC started dating the best friend. Despite the connection they'd felt, neither wanted to jeopardize any of the friendships between the three, and ultimately, YC ended up married to MC bff… except now, years later, the two reunite at the best friend's funeral. Imagine the hurt of losing a loved one but having the comfort of yet another loved one?
MC and YC, while best friends, are on total opposites of the spectrum – YC is a total ladies-man, while MC is incredibly awkward and fumbly around the opposite sex. they go out to bars, to clubs, to dinner or to brunch – it doesn't matter, YC finds it hard to leave without getting the waiter/bartender's number while MC tries to figure out if the human body will ever be capable of controlling the blush response. after witnessing the millionth strikeout during a night out at the bars, YC decides to give MC some pointers – except MC has never felt more comfortable flirting, even if just for practice, with anyone else before
give me sparks flying, YC seeing a totally new side of MC they didn't think existed. staged, practice dates; YC teaching MC how to win someone over, teaching them all the ins and outs of relationships - Only for MC taking everything they've learned and showing up at YC doorstep anyway - taking all the advice they've learned and turning around to use it on YC because the only reason any of their teachings or advice ever seemed to work anyway was because they were with YC the whole time.
Enter in "'i was in love with you the whole time and had no idea until you taught me how to give a proper kiss, and now your lips are the only ones i ever want to kiss again' type of confession
give me sparks flying, YC seeing a totally new side of MC they didn't think existed. staged, practice dates; YC teaching MC how to win someone over, teaching them all the ins and outs of relationships - Only for MC taking everything they've learned and showing up at YC doorstep anyway - taking all the advice they've learned and turning around to use it on YC because the only reason any of their teachings or advice ever seemed to work anyway was because they were with YC the whole time.
Enter in "'i was in love with you the whole time and had no idea until you taught me how to give a proper kiss, and now your lips are the only ones i ever want to kiss again' type of confession
After years of insults, practical jokes and teasing, the ultimate joke seems to be on them. The two people who always said they'd rather die than work together must now do so if they want to get out alive.
For the years that YC has dated MC sister, they couldn't stand each other. Things don't change after YC proposes and the wedding is set to happen in just a few months. One night, the three of us are at a bar celebrating the sisters birthday. Declining the ride home, MC stays a bit longer to finish off her paid for drink. While leaving, MC notices their wallet was gone and stolen. With no ID, no credit card and an almost dead phone, MC does the last thing they want to do. Call YC for a help with a ride. Instead of ordering an uber like requested YC is stubborn enough to come get MC as an 'olive branch' to try and get along. Not even two minutes after being picked up, we get pulled over, how lucky.
MC figured she was going to wake up with a massive hang over, not chained to the wall of a cold a leaky basement with YC chained just a few feet away as well. The kidnapper calls themself 'Match maker'. Kidnapping one male and female in hopes to make them fall in love within a certain time frame, If they don't, they both die. How he determines if the couple are in love? By forcing and watching them have sex. MC and YC now have to put on the performance of a lifetime to make sure they get out alive while also helping each other not slip into the darkness.
However, when they do escape, everyone expects them to simply go back to their normal lives. YC has a wedding to go through with and YC is left to pick up the pieces after a devastating revelation and loss. But what happens when the two can't stay away from each other any longer and fake feelings are made to be faced head on after one more night together.
For the years that YC has dated MC sister, they couldn't stand each other. Things don't change after YC proposes and the wedding is set to happen in just a few months. One night, the three of us are at a bar celebrating the sisters birthday. Declining the ride home, MC stays a bit longer to finish off her paid for drink. While leaving, MC notices their wallet was gone and stolen. With no ID, no credit card and an almost dead phone, MC does the last thing they want to do. Call YC for a help with a ride. Instead of ordering an uber like requested YC is stubborn enough to come get MC as an 'olive branch' to try and get along. Not even two minutes after being picked up, we get pulled over, how lucky.
MC figured she was going to wake up with a massive hang over, not chained to the wall of a cold a leaky basement with YC chained just a few feet away as well. The kidnapper calls themself 'Match maker'. Kidnapping one male and female in hopes to make them fall in love within a certain time frame, If they don't, they both die. How he determines if the couple are in love? By forcing and watching them have sex. MC and YC now have to put on the performance of a lifetime to make sure they get out alive while also helping each other not slip into the darkness.
However, when they do escape, everyone expects them to simply go back to their normal lives. YC has a wedding to go through with and YC is left to pick up the pieces after a devastating revelation and loss. But what happens when the two can't stay away from each other any longer and fake feelings are made to be faced head on after one more night together.
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