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Hey y'all! So, as you may or may not know, this has been a rather long time in the making. I've tried to narrow down what I want in a partner, as well as sharpen up some ideas. For those of you that don't know me, I've been doing this for around 5-6 years, and... yeah. I tend to lean towards darker plots, but I'm certainly open to brighter ones. Previously Scarlet.
Alvia was a rich, prosperous kingdom, known for its fine wine, talented metalworkers, and gem mines. Around the world, Kingdoms marveled at them, paying handsomely for their goods. But one, in particular, Mirren, decided they wanted more than simple imports. They wanted Alvia. At first, it was easy - the armies easily rampaged through the lower halves of the Kingdom, with little resistance from the poorly trained military.
But gold can buy a great many things in this world, and they sought the finest mercenaries money could buy. The Silver Spears, a company based out of Yasa - along with half a dozen others. Mere days after their arrival, the war turned in an instant. Mirren should have given up, yet they did not. Weeks stretched into months, months into years. Neither side would yield, locked in a stalemate by the border.
But even the coffers of a rich nation can soon dry. In two months, the mercenaries had turned around on Alvia, demanding pay - pay that never came from Alvia. Mirren, however, was more than happy to offer them a bit of coin, and a chance for more. So it was that armies marched against Alvia, easily making their way to the capital. It was only as they were scaling the very walls to the city, that the Princess decided to flee. Surrounded by enemies, she did the only thing possible - flee into the harsh, unforgiving desert of Yasa, with only a few jugs of water, some meager food, and a horse.
She was found four days later, half-naked, her pale flesh sunburnt and peeling, utterly delirious. None recognized her as the Princess of Alvia in that state, merely as an attractive woman. She was taken to the capital to, after being cleaned up, to be sold for a fine price. Yet there are still those out there, seeking the Princess. What happens when, after being broken, those men come looking, in Yara?
Taken!
In Athos, old blood rules supreme. The king, queen, and nobles of the court are all Old Blood, for there is power in blood. Some say this power came from the Gods, others, the Devils. Perhaps it is true, but who can be certain of whispers of an age long since passed?
Years of mingling with lesser houses and breeding with those that are not pure have taken their toll. Precious few houses Retain a fragment of their former selves. They are trained to use their powers, which are unique to each family. Some can control the elements – others, influence mind, speak with the dead. The list goes on, endlessly. Powers, great and small – most forgotten.
In a matter of days, two of the most powerful houses are set to be wed. Once enemies, the bond of marriage will bind the two together. Old blood, with old blood – a powerful alliance many fear. In their own regards, each are powerful – but together, they will be unstoppable. On that day, many gifts will be given – including a book of old history, one of the few recordings of what once was, and what could yet be. A book, corrupted with darkness, offers power beyond comprehension, but at a cost: The corruption of one's very being.
Taken!
Pirate x Privateer
Aes Sedai x Warder
Master x Slave [Fantasy/Sci-fi]
Vikings
Warhammer 40k (Inquisition/Cognitae/Eldar)
Requirements
- Plot/Smut 80/20 - This will vary depending on plot, but even my slave RPs I don't care to focus on the smut.
- Literate, Multi-Paragraph Writers - Generally prefer 3+ paragraph replies. Otherwise, doesn't really hold my interest. If you have questions about what I prefer, I suggest poking around my post history.
- Communication - This is always important! If there's something I could be doing better, you're going to take a break for a bit - whatever, just let me know.
- Posts 1/Week - I am willing to be flexible on this, especially when life gets busy. If you want to reply right away, great! I will not be able to keep up with that.
Me
- Detailed, Multi-Para replies - Generally 1/week.
- Character Development! All this really means is I love getting into my characters heads, and developing them as all sorts of stuff happens to them.
- FxF and MxF (Provided you write the guy - I may budge on this in the future, but currently it does not interest me)
- World Building! I love this stuff. Plots themselves are harder for me, and I generally have to rely on others for help.
- Kinks! I am a bit kinky, and open to most things. Depends on the plot.
Plots
There is no greater thrill than that of the arena floor, the roaring of the crowds, the thin line between life and death. One mistake can mean death, only the best survive. Yet these precious few are showered with gifts from the elite, attention - and even freedom. Many aspire to reach these heights, yet few do.
From the far north, a barbarian woman, captured during battle, collared and enslaved, forced to fight for glory in the sand pits of the arena. A fierce fighter - but will she prevail in the dangers of the pits, will she truly be able to attract the favor of a noble house? As one rises in the arena, that favor becomes ever more important. Will she earn it in time?
From the far north, a barbarian woman, captured during battle, collared and enslaved, forced to fight for glory in the sand pits of the arena. A fierce fighter - but will she prevail in the dangers of the pits, will she truly be able to attract the favor of a noble house? As one rises in the arena, that favor becomes ever more important. Will she earn it in time?
Earth has gone to shit. A thick, toxic layer of smog blankets much of the world. Baltimore is among the worst. Most of the air scrubbers are in the shitter, with near constant leakage. Those that can afford it often wear personal breathers, of varying quality. Most want to get out, few do. There are two choices – the lottery, or crime. The foolish choose the lottery, desperately hoping for a way out.
For a year, the gang had lived on top of the world. Drugs, guns, money, sex – they had it all. Even cigars, real cigars. But Sector 34C wasn't good enough for them. They wanted to expand. It all seemed so simple, at the time. They would bribe a few of the corrupted police officers, sell some of their premium shit, work their way up to a nightclub - just what they did in 34C. They didn't learn the most important lesson of Baltimore - everything has a price. Not everything can be paid with money.
It had gone well, for a time. A few weeks and their business seemed to be flourishing. She remembered the night well - they were at the Club, high off their asses, celebrating. Everyone thought they were hot shit. That's when the Men came storming through, breathers up, concealing their face. It was a massacre. She was shot in the ribs but managed to slip out in the chaos. If she was lucky, there was one, perhaps two survivors.
Only her paranoia kept her in the game - a small, private safehouse, a small stash of creds, and a handful of guns. There were only two options - kill those that slaughtered her gang, or die trying.
For a year, the gang had lived on top of the world. Drugs, guns, money, sex – they had it all. Even cigars, real cigars. But Sector 34C wasn't good enough for them. They wanted to expand. It all seemed so simple, at the time. They would bribe a few of the corrupted police officers, sell some of their premium shit, work their way up to a nightclub - just what they did in 34C. They didn't learn the most important lesson of Baltimore - everything has a price. Not everything can be paid with money.
It had gone well, for a time. A few weeks and their business seemed to be flourishing. She remembered the night well - they were at the Club, high off their asses, celebrating. Everyone thought they were hot shit. That's when the Men came storming through, breathers up, concealing their face. It was a massacre. She was shot in the ribs but managed to slip out in the chaos. If she was lucky, there was one, perhaps two survivors.
Only her paranoia kept her in the game - a small, private safehouse, a small stash of creds, and a handful of guns. There were only two options - kill those that slaughtered her gang, or die trying.
But gold can buy a great many things in this world, and they sought the finest mercenaries money could buy. The Silver Spears, a company based out of Yasa - along with half a dozen others. Mere days after their arrival, the war turned in an instant. Mirren should have given up, yet they did not. Weeks stretched into months, months into years. Neither side would yield, locked in a stalemate by the border.
But even the coffers of a rich nation can soon dry. In two months, the mercenaries had turned around on Alvia, demanding pay - pay that never came from Alvia. Mirren, however, was more than happy to offer them a bit of coin, and a chance for more. So it was that armies marched against Alvia, easily making their way to the capital. It was only as they were scaling the very walls to the city, that the Princess decided to flee. Surrounded by enemies, she did the only thing possible - flee into the harsh, unforgiving desert of Yasa, with only a few jugs of water, some meager food, and a horse.
She was found four days later, half-naked, her pale flesh sunburnt and peeling, utterly delirious. None recognized her as the Princess of Alvia in that state, merely as an attractive woman. She was taken to the capital to, after being cleaned up, to be sold for a fine price. Yet there are still those out there, seeking the Princess. What happens when, after being broken, those men come looking, in Yara?
Taken!
Aelia, Segmentum Obscurus - a planet long forgotten by the wider Imperium. Law was nothing more than a running joke, the planet teeming with gangs. In the cities, whores walked free, mutants roamed. The Enforcers had long-since given into to the corrupting influence of the gangs, the promise of drugs, money, and an easy life too much to resist.
Unlike many on the planet, Eve's life was idealistic. Her father, High Enforcer Yashin Larya, saw to that. She was provided with commodities that many would and did kill for, things she simply took for granted. But of all the commodities she had, it was knowledge she craved most of all. Dataslates, containing knowledge of past wonders, stories long-forgotten by many. It was the stories that were her favorite, rare as they were. Stories of a brave warrior, fighting back the dangers of the Warp. More often than not, she was relegated to reading instructional texts, medical journals, and gun-cleaning manuals. Eventually, however, a passion grew out of the necessity - a love for medicine, the care of others. Though she had little practical experience, she had a veritable wealth of knowledge on every medical subject.
For many years, she lived an ideal life. Sure, her father had a penchant for whores, a fact that caused a great many arguments between her parents, but compared to many, it was ideal. Fine food, wine, knowledge, drugs, parties – She had tried most things the world had to offer from a young age. But gangers were fickle, always on the lookout to better their interests. It just so happened that her father forgot his place. High Enforcers, while valuable, were not irreplaceable. He had tried to push his luck too far for the last time.
The shattering of breaking glass woke her, something that no doubt saved her life. They came for her last – a mere child of eighteen, one that they could have seen at various parties, parties that she should not have been at. She plead for her life for hours, pulling out every card she could – sex, connections, pity, knowledge. Ultimately, it was the allure of sex from a pretty, upper-class girl, and the promise of the usefulness of her extensive knowledge.
Faced with the true face of the gang, can she handle the dangers and necessities of surviving gang life?
**NOTES**
This is a 40k plot, with a world entirely of my own making. 40k will be used loosely for some of the technology, but overall it will simply be a Dark Cyberpunk aesthetic. You don't need to know anything about 4ok.
Will have a bit of smut in it, but not planning on having it be a big focus - more of just another way to break her down. Will drop it, if requested.
Unlike many on the planet, Eve's life was idealistic. Her father, High Enforcer Yashin Larya, saw to that. She was provided with commodities that many would and did kill for, things she simply took for granted. But of all the commodities she had, it was knowledge she craved most of all. Dataslates, containing knowledge of past wonders, stories long-forgotten by many. It was the stories that were her favorite, rare as they were. Stories of a brave warrior, fighting back the dangers of the Warp. More often than not, she was relegated to reading instructional texts, medical journals, and gun-cleaning manuals. Eventually, however, a passion grew out of the necessity - a love for medicine, the care of others. Though she had little practical experience, she had a veritable wealth of knowledge on every medical subject.
For many years, she lived an ideal life. Sure, her father had a penchant for whores, a fact that caused a great many arguments between her parents, but compared to many, it was ideal. Fine food, wine, knowledge, drugs, parties – She had tried most things the world had to offer from a young age. But gangers were fickle, always on the lookout to better their interests. It just so happened that her father forgot his place. High Enforcers, while valuable, were not irreplaceable. He had tried to push his luck too far for the last time.
The shattering of breaking glass woke her, something that no doubt saved her life. They came for her last – a mere child of eighteen, one that they could have seen at various parties, parties that she should not have been at. She plead for her life for hours, pulling out every card she could – sex, connections, pity, knowledge. Ultimately, it was the allure of sex from a pretty, upper-class girl, and the promise of the usefulness of her extensive knowledge.
Faced with the true face of the gang, can she handle the dangers and necessities of surviving gang life?
**NOTES**
This is a 40k plot, with a world entirely of my own making. 40k will be used loosely for some of the technology, but overall it will simply be a Dark Cyberpunk aesthetic. You don't need to know anything about 4ok.
Will have a bit of smut in it, but not planning on having it be a big focus - more of just another way to break her down. Will drop it, if requested.
Years of mingling with lesser houses and breeding with those that are not pure have taken their toll. Precious few houses Retain a fragment of their former selves. They are trained to use their powers, which are unique to each family. Some can control the elements – others, influence mind, speak with the dead. The list goes on, endlessly. Powers, great and small – most forgotten.
In a matter of days, two of the most powerful houses are set to be wed. Once enemies, the bond of marriage will bind the two together. Old blood, with old blood – a powerful alliance many fear. In their own regards, each are powerful – but together, they will be unstoppable. On that day, many gifts will be given – including a book of old history, one of the few recordings of what once was, and what could yet be. A book, corrupted with darkness, offers power beyond comprehension, but at a cost: The corruption of one's very being.
Taken!
Concubines are among the most valued of slaves in the land. Trained from birth in the ways of pleasure, as well as the finer points of noble life, history, and politics, only the richest may afford one, so exorbitant are their prices. All are of incredible beauty, and it is said for as long as they have existed, wars have been fought over a simple concubine. In a world where arranged marriages are commonplace, it is the job of a concubine to fulfill her lord or lady's wishes, a task all take to heart.
Precious few are released from their slavery, so beloved are they. But always do they hold the position of concubine, never wife. For even when they are free woman, they have no house, no royal blood. To marry would be beneath oneself. And yet, what happens when one such owner falls in love with such a concubine? To harbor a preference for a concubine is commonplace, yet true love, young love – there is power in that. Power to shatter tradition - but at what cost to the noble family?
Precious few are released from their slavery, so beloved are they. But always do they hold the position of concubine, never wife. For even when they are free woman, they have no house, no royal blood. To marry would be beneath oneself. And yet, what happens when one such owner falls in love with such a concubine? To harbor a preference for a concubine is commonplace, yet true love, young love – there is power in that. Power to shatter tradition - but at what cost to the noble family?
Pairings & Simple Cravings
Just some random pairings/ideas that I would be interested in turning into plots.
Just some random pairings/ideas that I would be interested in turning into plots.
Pirate x Privateer
Aes Sedai x Warder
Master x Slave [Fantasy/Sci-fi]
Vikings
Warhammer 40k (Inquisition/Cognitae/Eldar)
Interested?
Please PM me with a bit about you, and what plot/idea caught your eye. A writing sample is encouraged, but not required.
Please PM me with a bit about you, and what plot/idea caught your eye. A writing sample is encouraged, but not required.
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