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Shades.of.Disaster
A Sweet Disaster
- Joined
- Mar 14, 2023
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She's a dark little artist with ink in her veins
She's been through the hardest,
but prospered from pain
Her mind is a beautiful thing...
You never quite know what she thinks...
But if you're lucky she just might let you see
What hides behind nightmares and dreams...
[Lyrics from Easy to Love by Bryce Savage]
She's been through the hardest,
but prospered from pain
Her mind is a beautiful thing...
You never quite know what she thinks...
But if you're lucky she just might let you see
What hides behind nightmares and dreams...
[Lyrics from Easy to Love by Bryce Savage]
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I am a female and play female characters.
I have no preference for what gender you are behind the screen as long as you play your character convincingly.
I prefer FxM pairings.
I do not have an F-list and I am not making one. I have a wide variety of kinks, and share them and my limits with potential partners.
Most of my kinks and even some limits are situational, if there's something you want to include just ask!
My only hard limits are pretty much the norm from what I have seen here; vore, death, anything that belongs in a toilet, & I'm not into extreme torture (if you're not sure what constitutes extreme, just ask.)
I prefer long-term, story-driven roleplays, with lots of world building and character development.
I generally write in 3rd person, past tense.
I prefer to play through PM or Discord. I do have a secondary thread for Discord, but I am happy to discuss any of my plots for either on site or off site play, just let me know your preference.
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I want someone who is literate and detail-oriented. This does not mean I need an entire paragraph describing the exact shade of cobalt your character's eyes are.
I want someone who can match the quality, not necessarily the quantity. What I mean by that is, I don't care if you post one paragraph or ten... As long as it's good. However, if you send me one or two line posts, I will drop you. I put a lot of time and effort into my posts, and I expect the same from my partners.
I want someone to create with me. I enjoy the creation process almost as much as the RP itself, so someone who enjoys planning & hashing things out is a definite plus. To be clear I do not want to plan every detail, but I do want to know we're on the same page when it comes to story progression.
I am NOT looking for anything more than RP. If we become friends in the process great... but roleplaying is a way for me to escape from the stresses of reality (we all have them) and just play pretend for a bit. This does not mean I won't be playful or even flirty in our OOC chat, that just adds to the fun and anticipation, but don't mistake it for being something more.
I want someone who understands that RL comes first. I may be able to slap out multiple posts one day and none the next depending on how my day goes. I will never rush you, so don't rush me.
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I am prone to burn out and depressive episodes. This often happens with little to no warning. I have been known to disappear for months at a time. Please, know that it isn't personal. I do come back, and will reach to check interest on picking up RPs. If this is a problem for you, I understand, but probably best not to engage with me.
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I do enjoy some D/s aspects in RP a good portion of the time, but I am not usually interested in full-on Master/slave dynamics. If we are playing with a D/s relationship I lean towards DD/lg over most others. I will not be a mindless puppet or a bimbo… it's just not my thing. My characters will always have their own thoughts, opinions, wants, and desires. They will typically be sassy, feisty, and intelligent. If you have questions about this, please ask, and don't just assume things.
I lumped these two together because they go hand in hand a lot of the time. I prefer playing the daughter, little sister, niece, etc... Generally, the lowest age I will play is 16.
When it comes to this I prefer canines over anything else. If it is a feral beast it must be canine or possibly equine. If it's anthro I am a bit more open though canine is still my preference. To be clear I am not into furries, by anthro I mean bi-ped werewolf-type anthros. I am also open to other kinds of monsters; demons, minotaurs, centaurs, dragons, etc….tentacles could be cool.
I do enjoy RPs where the characters develop a relationship... I am a chick, I like my romance! Though I think my idea of romance is quite different than what most people think of when reading that word. I am not talking about hearts and flowers and fluff... I would take Joker & Harley Quinn over the Notebook any day. I want dark & gritty. I want the characters to fight & then have hate sex and then make up sex! I want at least one, if not both, to resist being in love. That kinda shit completes me.
Modern Fantasy/Supernatural is my all-time fave, but I will play others.
Modern
Post Apocalyptic/Dystopian
Fantasy
Futuristic
Sci-fi
I do not like medieval, but I may be open to other historical periods as long as you're not a stickler for accuracy. I have a soft spot for noir type settings or aspects of it, so including that wins you bonus points.
I do not really do fandoms. I will consider OCxOC in a fandom universe, but it will never be a preference.
I do not do anime anything. I know a lot of people are into it, but it does nothing for me. Them tentacles though...
Modern
Post Apocalyptic/Dystopian
Fantasy
Futuristic
Sci-fi
I do not like medieval, but I may be open to other historical periods as long as you're not a stickler for accuracy. I have a soft spot for noir type settings or aspects of it, so including that wins you bonus points.
I do not really do fandoms. I will consider OCxOC in a fandom universe, but it will never be a preference.
I do not do anime anything. I know a lot of people are into it, but it does nothing for me. Them tentacles though...
I have a penchant for writing flawed, damaged characters. They are usually survivors of abuse, often times it is horrific, long term abuse. I just love digging into the psychology of it, and seeing how it shapes the character, her life and her relationships.
I am happy to go strictly off of description or use faceclaims. If we use faceclaims I prefer real or realistic photos.
I have a character directory that you can look through to get an idea for the characters I play.
I am happy to go strictly off of description or use faceclaims. If we use faceclaims I prefer real or realistic photos.
I have a character directory that you can look through to get an idea for the characters I play.
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Lashes fluttered against her cheeks as Kat squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and bit into the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out as her stepfather’s weight pressed her down into the cushions of the couch. There was little point in fighting back, she’d decided, he had at least a hundred pounds on her and a foot in height. Plus, if she did manage to wound him, it would be one more thing she got in trouble for. She was debating on whether or not he would stop if she puked on him when the front door opened, and the shrieking began.
Her mother coming in and catching her new husband on top of her teenage daughter should have been Kat’s saving grace… but it wasn’t. Michael, her stepfather, was no longer the one pressing her further into the lumpy sofa… it was her mother. Her mother's hands were around her neck, her freshly manicured nails digging into her skin and leaving claw marks as Katie tried to wiggle out of her grip. She struck out a few times, trying to knock the crazed woman off of her, managing to bust her lip before her fist smashed into her mother's cheek.
Hot tears stung the corners of her bourbon hues before spilling down her cheeks while her own mother hurled accusations at her, calling her a slut, and everything else under the sun. It was Michael that finally managed to haul Sarah off of the teen, giving Kat enough time to run to her room and the lock door behind her. It didn't keep Sarah from following her, still screaming at her and pounding on the door.
“I’m calling your father! He can deal with you, you ungrateful little bitch,” She shouted through the door, “Maybe he can find some use for you, worthless slut!!” It was the last thing her mother said to her before storming down the hallway to go make the phone call she’d threatened her daughter with.
Kat barely knew her father. He was an image in a photo, a name on a card on her birthday, a voice on the other end of a phone call. She hadn't actually seen him since she was ten, and she barely remembered that. Most of her childhood was blank spots and hazy images. According to photos he’d been around a lot more when she was younger… back when they’d been in Texas. She had no idea why her father had stopped coming to see her, all she had to go by was what her mother had told her, and that changed depending on her mood. It ranged from him not wanting the responsibility of being a dad to him just wanting to get away from her because she was that damn annoying… that was one of her favorite answers after a few drinks.
Kat had curled into a ball, her arms hugging her knees to her chest as she cried. She wasn't sure how long she’d been like that… a few minutes, an hour… before she heard her mother's angry voice carry down the hallway. “You have an hour to get your shit together, and then I want you out of my house. He can pick you up outside like the trash you are!”
The words hit Kat like a punch to her gut, but she swallowed it down, and pushed herself to her feet. She grabbed a single duffle bag, shoving as much clothes as she could into it before grabbing her backpack and adding the few things she held dear. One thing was a stuffed kitten she’d had for as long as she could remember, longer even. There were pictures of her as a toddler dragging it around. She also had a framed photo of her dad on the back of a motorcycle. It had been stuffed in a drawer for awhile now, it hurt her too much to look at it. Her sketchbook and journal were already safely tucked inside, leaving room for her makeup and toiletries.
It was well under the hour mark when she slipped out of her room. She didn't try to seek out her mother, to try and change her mind. She squared her shoulders, and lifted her chin, then made her way out the front door to wait for her father. She had no idea what to expect, what her mother had told him, or if he even wanted to see her much less be saddled with her. Still, she couldn't stay here, not anymore.
As the shiny, Sapphire blue Harley rumbled up the driveway Robert would find his daughter waiting for him. The gangly teen he was expecting was nowhere to be seen, he’d missed those years. She definitely hadn't gotten his height, and for reasons he wasn't aware of she hadn't even managed to reach the same height as her mother. She'd only managed to reach a mere 5’2” before she’d stopped growing, and a good portion of her 115 lbs was in her chest, hips, and well rounded rear that made her body look more like that of a woman than a girl. The wild blonde waves were definitely passed down from her mother, but the liquid chocolate pools peeking at him over the rim of the dime store aviators were all him.
Her shapely figure was clothed quite casually, a white beater style tank knotted to show off her midriff, a pair of cutoff denim shorts that were too short for a father’s comfort, and a pair of well worn converse sneakers. It wasn't overtly sexy, but still held a certain allure. She was sitting on an old wooden swing that had seen better days, with a couple of bags sitting on the ground just beneath where her feet dangled. On closer inspection there were scratches and bruises on her neck, more bruises on her arms, and the knuckles of her right hand also showed signs of bruising.
Something had definitely gone
wrong, very wrong.
Her mother coming in and catching her new husband on top of her teenage daughter should have been Kat’s saving grace… but it wasn’t. Michael, her stepfather, was no longer the one pressing her further into the lumpy sofa… it was her mother. Her mother's hands were around her neck, her freshly manicured nails digging into her skin and leaving claw marks as Katie tried to wiggle out of her grip. She struck out a few times, trying to knock the crazed woman off of her, managing to bust her lip before her fist smashed into her mother's cheek.
Hot tears stung the corners of her bourbon hues before spilling down her cheeks while her own mother hurled accusations at her, calling her a slut, and everything else under the sun. It was Michael that finally managed to haul Sarah off of the teen, giving Kat enough time to run to her room and the lock door behind her. It didn't keep Sarah from following her, still screaming at her and pounding on the door.
“I’m calling your father! He can deal with you, you ungrateful little bitch,” She shouted through the door, “Maybe he can find some use for you, worthless slut!!” It was the last thing her mother said to her before storming down the hallway to go make the phone call she’d threatened her daughter with.
Kat barely knew her father. He was an image in a photo, a name on a card on her birthday, a voice on the other end of a phone call. She hadn't actually seen him since she was ten, and she barely remembered that. Most of her childhood was blank spots and hazy images. According to photos he’d been around a lot more when she was younger… back when they’d been in Texas. She had no idea why her father had stopped coming to see her, all she had to go by was what her mother had told her, and that changed depending on her mood. It ranged from him not wanting the responsibility of being a dad to him just wanting to get away from her because she was that damn annoying… that was one of her favorite answers after a few drinks.
Kat had curled into a ball, her arms hugging her knees to her chest as she cried. She wasn't sure how long she’d been like that… a few minutes, an hour… before she heard her mother's angry voice carry down the hallway. “You have an hour to get your shit together, and then I want you out of my house. He can pick you up outside like the trash you are!”
The words hit Kat like a punch to her gut, but she swallowed it down, and pushed herself to her feet. She grabbed a single duffle bag, shoving as much clothes as she could into it before grabbing her backpack and adding the few things she held dear. One thing was a stuffed kitten she’d had for as long as she could remember, longer even. There were pictures of her as a toddler dragging it around. She also had a framed photo of her dad on the back of a motorcycle. It had been stuffed in a drawer for awhile now, it hurt her too much to look at it. Her sketchbook and journal were already safely tucked inside, leaving room for her makeup and toiletries.
It was well under the hour mark when she slipped out of her room. She didn't try to seek out her mother, to try and change her mind. She squared her shoulders, and lifted her chin, then made her way out the front door to wait for her father. She had no idea what to expect, what her mother had told him, or if he even wanted to see her much less be saddled with her. Still, she couldn't stay here, not anymore.
As the shiny, Sapphire blue Harley rumbled up the driveway Robert would find his daughter waiting for him. The gangly teen he was expecting was nowhere to be seen, he’d missed those years. She definitely hadn't gotten his height, and for reasons he wasn't aware of she hadn't even managed to reach the same height as her mother. She'd only managed to reach a mere 5’2” before she’d stopped growing, and a good portion of her 115 lbs was in her chest, hips, and well rounded rear that made her body look more like that of a woman than a girl. The wild blonde waves were definitely passed down from her mother, but the liquid chocolate pools peeking at him over the rim of the dime store aviators were all him.
Her shapely figure was clothed quite casually, a white beater style tank knotted to show off her midriff, a pair of cutoff denim shorts that were too short for a father’s comfort, and a pair of well worn converse sneakers. It wasn't overtly sexy, but still held a certain allure. She was sitting on an old wooden swing that had seen better days, with a couple of bags sitting on the ground just beneath where her feet dangled. On closer inspection there were scratches and bruises on her neck, more bruises on her arms, and the knuckles of her right hand also showed signs of bruising.
Something had definitely gone
wrong, very wrong.
That power he'd given her was a gift she had no intention of letting go to waste. She spent her time exploring every ridge, vein and crease. She ran her tongue over every inch of his shaft and sack, suckled on his balls, bathing them in her spit only to slurp it back up. She used her lips, her tongue, her hands, even her teeth were ever so lightly used to gently graze along his hardened length, teasing and taunting him. She nuzzled into him, rubbing her cheeks against his cock, smearing saliva and precum across her face. She was worshiping him… and loving every second of it.
She loved the sounds he made, and strived to coax them from his lips. She was like an addict in need of a fix, only her drug of choice was his pleasure. Even when he made her stop, replacing his cock with his thumb for a brief respite, she hadn't been able to help herself. She curled her small hand around his base and used long, slow strokes to try and draw more moans from his lips.
By the time he pulled her on top of him, her little pussy was a sloppy wet mess. He didn't seem bothered by that at all as he worked to devour her very soul from the inside out. The way he worked his tongue over her throbbing clit was like nothing she had ever experienced before, it had her whimpering and squealing, and her hips squirming. She was wantonly, shamelessly grinding her drooling cunt against his mouth, not because she needed to but because she couldn't get enough.
She was desperate and greedy for all of him, but she, too, wanted this to last. Normally, she couldn't wait for the guy to get off so it could be over. Just another way that he was different from everyone that had come before. She couldn't handle it, not being able to reciprocate, and soon enough she had her hungry little mouth wrapped snugly around his cock once more. Sucking, slurping, and swirling her tongue around, swallowing him to stifle her cries of pleasure as they came faster and more frequent.
Pleasure wasn't completely foreign to her, her body tended to enjoy the stimulation that others had provided. Mentally though, she was usually completely checked out, and couldn't have actually said whether or not she had ever experienced an orgasm before. She was pretty sure, at that moment, that she was close. She could feel her body tensing and a pressure building up inside her. It felt like every inch of her skin was made up of nerve endings, and they were all set to only feel pleasure. Even his fingers trailing along her spine felt like it might just be enough to have her come completely undone.
…And then she was, she couldn't have pinpointed the exact thing that did it, maybe it was just all of it, but it was like an explosion of pleasure that spread out from her core through her entire body. She was writhing and bucking on top of him, her sweet little cunt was convulsing around his tongue as her nectar flooded into his mouth. She was desperate to swallow every inch of him, to have him buried balls deep in her throat as she cried out, her throat vibrating around this cock. Yet… she still wanted more, more of him, more of this… she had no idea if this was what love was, but it was something, something she had never had, and she wanted it… she wanted him.
She loved the sounds he made, and strived to coax them from his lips. She was like an addict in need of a fix, only her drug of choice was his pleasure. Even when he made her stop, replacing his cock with his thumb for a brief respite, she hadn't been able to help herself. She curled her small hand around his base and used long, slow strokes to try and draw more moans from his lips.
By the time he pulled her on top of him, her little pussy was a sloppy wet mess. He didn't seem bothered by that at all as he worked to devour her very soul from the inside out. The way he worked his tongue over her throbbing clit was like nothing she had ever experienced before, it had her whimpering and squealing, and her hips squirming. She was wantonly, shamelessly grinding her drooling cunt against his mouth, not because she needed to but because she couldn't get enough.
She was desperate and greedy for all of him, but she, too, wanted this to last. Normally, she couldn't wait for the guy to get off so it could be over. Just another way that he was different from everyone that had come before. She couldn't handle it, not being able to reciprocate, and soon enough she had her hungry little mouth wrapped snugly around his cock once more. Sucking, slurping, and swirling her tongue around, swallowing him to stifle her cries of pleasure as they came faster and more frequent.
Pleasure wasn't completely foreign to her, her body tended to enjoy the stimulation that others had provided. Mentally though, she was usually completely checked out, and couldn't have actually said whether or not she had ever experienced an orgasm before. She was pretty sure, at that moment, that she was close. She could feel her body tensing and a pressure building up inside her. It felt like every inch of her skin was made up of nerve endings, and they were all set to only feel pleasure. Even his fingers trailing along her spine felt like it might just be enough to have her come completely undone.
…And then she was, she couldn't have pinpointed the exact thing that did it, maybe it was just all of it, but it was like an explosion of pleasure that spread out from her core through her entire body. She was writhing and bucking on top of him, her sweet little cunt was convulsing around his tongue as her nectar flooded into his mouth. She was desperate to swallow every inch of him, to have him buried balls deep in her throat as she cried out, her throat vibrating around this cock. Yet… she still wanted more, more of him, more of this… she had no idea if this was what love was, but it was something, something she had never had, and she wanted it… she wanted him.
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A modern day retelling of Hades & Persephone. I am looking to play my version of Persephone to your Hades (or another of the Gods, Ares could be interesting). In this retelling Persephone has lost all memory of who and what she was. She is found incapacitated in a field, outside of a modern day town in the human world. She comes to, in the hospital, with no memories, even though there are no physical injuries to explain why. A hospital aide that is a college student studying mythology, names her Persephone, and it sticks. Eventually, she is released from the hospital to start her new life.
This is where you come in... I would like you to create a character to play against my Persephone. Is it Hades, or another God? Does he want to help her remember or plant false memories in her head?
I have no set plans for how or where I want this story to go. I want us to make those decisions together. If you'd be interested in plotting this out & writing it with me... hit me up!
This is where you come in... I would like you to create a character to play against my Persephone. Is it Hades, or another God? Does he want to help her remember or plant false memories in her head?
I have no set plans for how or where I want this story to go. I want us to make those decisions together. If you'd be interested in plotting this out & writing it with me... hit me up!
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I would like to write a story about true soul mates & past lives. It would be about a couple that across the ages always end up together, falling in love over and over again. This doesn't mean that there isn't heartache, tragedy & drama along the way. Though, what kind will be for us to decide.
I would like to write them through 3(+) time eras, which ones are open to discussion. I would prefer to bounce back and forth between the various timelines, slowly unraveling their different stories, but could also write them consecutively.
I would like to write them through 3(+) time eras, which ones are open to discussion. I would prefer to bounce back and forth between the various timelines, slowly unraveling their different stories, but could also write them consecutively.
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He is a war vet returning back to civilian life or perhaps an ex-con that just got released. She is an adult survivor of child abuse. Both have been through hell and made it to the other side. Through different means they both find themselves navigating the same dangerous & violent world of outlaw MCs, gangs & organized crime.
They shouldn't be together, its definitely not wisest move, but they can't seem to stay away from one another. Between the world they live in and their own damaged psyches there's nothing but trouble ahead, but sometimes another broken soul is the only one who can understand, the only one that can make you feel whole.
They shouldn't be together, its definitely not wisest move, but they can't seem to stay away from one another. Between the world they live in and their own damaged psyches there's nothing but trouble ahead, but sometimes another broken soul is the only one who can understand, the only one that can make you feel whole.
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They were best friends, almost like brother & sister... almost. Then he left & she didn't, both going through their own trials & tribulations. Now he's back & she's all grown up. They're both different people, but that connection is still there... pulling them towards one another.
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He’s a serial killer/stalker/hitman/etc… He’s dangerous, deadly, and lives by his own code. He’s a ghost, a legend… the boogeyman… And for whatever reason his sights are set on her. He watches her from the shadows, haunting her, only leaving the slightest hints that he’s lurking around the edges of her life. Until he can no longer stay in the shadows…
They engage in a game of cat & mouse. Him hunting her, her trying to escape him, but no matter how she might try to… she can't help but be drawn to him. As scared as she is, she's also exhilarated by him… craves him.
(I have a lot of ideas for this, if you're interested I’ll happily share them & of course hear any you have as well.)
They engage in a game of cat & mouse. Him hunting her, her trying to escape him, but no matter how she might try to… she can't help but be drawn to him. As scared as she is, she's also exhilarated by him… craves him.
(I have a lot of ideas for this, if you're interested I’ll happily share them & of course hear any you have as well.)
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He's a private detective and she’s somehow involved in a case he’s working…
(This is pretty bare bones as there are a lot of variables. I think this one could be a lot of fun in a modern/supernatural setting. Perhaps he is a werewolf or a demon and she could be a witch or fae. All of this is open to discussion.)
(This is pretty bare bones as there are a lot of variables. I think this one could be a lot of fun in a modern/supernatural setting. Perhaps he is a werewolf or a demon and she could be a witch or fae. All of this is open to discussion.)
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MC is a very talented thief & con artist. Somehow (this open to discussion) her path crosses with YC who she believes is just another mark. After stealing from him she discovers he is actually an assassin, and he eventually tracks her down. She has already spent a good deal of his money, but he has seen how useful she could be to him so instead of killing her he forces her to work for him
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A modern take on Beauty & the Beast, this could be played with just human characters or with fantasy ones. This could be romantic or twisted or somewhere in between.
A man becomes indebted to YC (I have ideas on this but would love to hear yours as well), and in order to pay that debt he gives up his daughter, MC. She goes to live at YC's estate, and while she is quite upset, and resistant at first she does eventually open up to this new experience (or not depending on how you'd like to play
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A man becomes indebted to YC (I have ideas on this but would love to hear yours as well), and in order to pay that debt he gives up his daughter, MC. She goes to live at YC's estate, and while she is quite upset, and resistant at first she does eventually open up to this new experience (or not depending on how you'd like to play
.)
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This isn't so much a plot as just a rough idea, but I've kind of been craving something in the 1920-1930 era. Whether it's mobsters & showgirls or a Bonnie & Clyde type pairing is up for discussion, I would just really love playing something in that time frame.
This could be fun with a supernatural twist.
This could be fun with a supernatural twist.
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