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Abysmal88Muninn
Surviving is a cowards wish, death is what I pick
- Joined
- Jan 8, 2021
Introduction
Greetings fellow deviant denizens, my moniker is Abysmal88Muninn, but you may refer to me by Muninn or Abysmal if you so choose. Now I guess a few details about myself are in order, such as the fact that I am Human (or so I say). I lurk in the colder regions of Northern Europe and I am old enough to have been around when dial up modems, were still the most common way to connect to the net. Another item to note, is the fact that my life can get quite manic, thus limiting my ability to respond daily. Therefore, I request that any possible partners be patient when waiting for replies.
I also have proclivity for darker themes in my stories, but that does not mean I will ignore light-hearted type of stories. What else… well… I suppose I consider myself a literate writer that often posts between 4 to 8 paragraphs, depending on what I am given. What one can take from that, is that I enjoy a hefty amount of descriptive details in my stories, so I hope to find someone that has a similar disposition. My preference of perspective is Third person and usually past tense.
My methods of roleplay are usually PMs, Threads and emails. As for Discord, I prefer using that for chatting, possibly discussing and planning the RP itself, though not fond of roleplaying on it. Never really tried Google Docs, but willing to give it a try.
Fetish List
Unfortunately, at this point in time, I have not gotten around to drawing up a F-List, so I will simply add a general few here along with my turn-offs. Will likely edit as the days go on.
Curvy, Thick, Chubby women <> Pubic hair <> Monsters, Non-Humanoids <> Realistic Characters with flaws (Scars, disabilities, fears) <> Dirt, Grim and sweat <> Musk, scent <> Partners that are Switch <> Power Plays <> Poly relationships <> Consensual <> Non-consensual <> Rough, hair pulling, choking, spanking <> Light and Sensual bondage <> Clothed Sexual action <> Teasing and Edging <> Voyeurism, Exhibitionism <> Toys <> Pegging <> Androgyny <> Genderbending <> Magic and Fantasy themes <> Breeding, Impregnation, Egg laying <> Lactation <> Exotic cocks <> Multiple Penetrations <> Excessive Cum <> Cum Inflation <> Gangbang <> Sex in the outdoors <> Nonsexual pain, torture, violence <> Gore, Snuff <> Blood Play <> Futa, Hermaphrodite.
Vore
<> Infantilism, Diapers <>
Plots
Currently I only have two ideas and they aren’t quite fleshed out just yet.
Plot 1: The new beast of the Labyrinth.
The overall premise for this idea, is that in a fantasy kingdom, where a king and his nobles held captive a Minotaur in a Labyrinth. Typical. The point of the creature was to provide entertainment for the nobles, by tossing unfortunate individuals into the labyrinth to face off with the beast, no different to gladiators in an arena.
Unfortunately, the beast has been laid low, a lucky strike of a quivering man’s spear piercing the beast’s throat. Thankfully for the King, the Minotaur collapsed onto his killer and crushed him to death.
The problem that remained, however was the lack of entertainment for the nobles. A new beast would need to be found and quickly, since the King already had a victim, he planned to feed his future beast. The bloody witch from the eastern forest that had used wicked magic to halt his soldiers advanced towards the Illathon Peak mountain and the gold it likely contained.
Plot 2: Bestiality and Anal kinks.(New)
I currently have a craving for a plot involving a thoroughbred stallion, a noble/wealthy young lady, and the sable boy. Largely due to the fact that I was involved in a similar RP recently, but my writing partner is snowed under with work and unable to continue.
This plot will revolve heavily around detailed bestiality scenes, mainly horses, but we can add other animals if you so desire. It will also involve a hefty amount of Anal play, from penetration to groping, fingering, rimming, spanking, and hotdogging, with the female character on the receiving end. Another possible kink would bet that the young lady is either a virgin or inexperienced as the Stable lad will be vastly inexperienced himself.
The general idea I had for the plot was about a sheltered wealthy girl, visiting the family owned farm. Her tale of sexual exploration being ignited on the first day when she finds herself confronted with the sight of the main thoroughbred stallion being milked by the stable hand. Thus, invoking a strange desire to entering into a relationship with the powerful beast and she finds herself secretly visiting the horse all while unaware that the stable hand is watching her. At some point the one will catch the other and the stable handle will offer his assistance, helping to prepare her for the moment when she can accept the gifted horse’s substantial prize.
Writing Sample
This is a small writing sample from a roleplay I did a long time ago, focusing around the power struggle of two monsters.
Within the cavity of a filth riddled alley that sprouted off from the well-trodden St. Harbour street, twin cloudy eyes peered out from the shadows of a frayed hood with a disdainful glare. The darkening fingers of dusk were quickly descending on the throng of Alevandrom, infecting the average citizen with a case of due haste. Young and old alike scrambling to conclude their business of the day in the hopes of scurrying back to the feeble safety of their homes, before the city succumbed to the shadows of the night.
The usual jolly laughter and breathless banter that bubbled from the City’s main port some two hundred meters away. Had feverishly been replaced with the inflamed barking of orders and the rapid stomping of sailors and dock workers boots on gangways and piers, as they attempted to load and offload their various types of cargo while the rays of the warm sun still held the fading sky.
The possessor of the eyes however did not budge, continuing to watch the blurry outlines of humans and tamed beasts hurtling past the mouth of the alley, throwing up the muck from the worn and cracked stones of the street. Slowly as the light concede its spot to the night and the hefty foot traffic dwindled to near nothingness, the usual greenish grey mist crept across the ground. It swirled around the hem of the individual’s muck stained and tattered ankle length cloak. The strange murky air had been blanketing these lands since before the first foundation stone of the city had been laid and as of yet, none of the kingdom’s mages could dispel it or even repel it.
The tribes that had inhabited this far flung northern territory before being slaughtered by the allied kingdoms from beyond the Draken mountain range to the south, had claimed it was the breath of a wicked fire god that had been imprisoned far beneath the earth. Though the religion of the south ignored such pagan nonsense, calling it superstitious and blasphemes to suggest there was any other gods, but their own gods. Still, they have been unable to explain why the warm mist seemed to seep out from the very ground itself, ignoring any magical wards or barriers, forcing people to sleep on raised beds.
As the last rays of the setting light caught the wide windowpane of the candlemaker’s across from the alley way, the shadows of the mysterious figure’s hood were pushed back. Revealing grubby gaunt human cheeks plastered with matted and ragged onyx black facial hair. Crooked and cracked lips twisted into a cruel smirk, “Soon” was the only word that slipped from the haggard lips and it was as much warmth as the freezing winds on the peaks of the northern mountains. In the next moment lengthy malnourished fingers tugged the hood down and the man slunk deeper into the dark corners of the reeking gully between a warehouse and a fishmonger.
When finally, night had taken the skies entirely and the ordinary inhabitants were tucked away in their beds, or possible snoring on the tables of one of the city’s many tavern’s if they were drunks. All of them unwilling to brave the darkness and the dangers that lurked within it, and for good reason. For centuries now, Alevandrom had been plagued my mysterious and often stomach-churning murders. Killings so disturbing in fact, that even the stout-hearted guardians of the city stay in good physical shape from regularly sprinting through the darkest areas of their nightly patrol routes.
Besides the city guard, the only other individuals that braved the mist blanket streets, were the foolhardy or desperate townsfolk. The unscrupulous individuals that apprehensively used the shadows to assist in alleviating the townsfolk of their coin purses or to commit other nefarious deeds. Even the poorest ladies of the night dare not venture from the sanctuary of the well light entry ways of their brothels to earn a few coppers.
Over the last several days though, the male population of the city had found another reason to be fearful of the dark. The monster that had always been a part of the city’s history, didn’t discriminate between male or female, young or old. It simply tore people apart, divesting flesh from bone and feasting on the heart and other organs. The new beast to plague the streets seemed to only have a palate for males and appeared to only stalk the area surrounding the docks.
The most glaring deference between the two monsters however, was the fact that he bodies of ten men that had been discovered, hadn’t been disembowelled and torn apart at all and there had been no blood around their corpses. In fact, the only wounds on their flesh had been the two thumb sized holes found above the naval, like a beast with sizable fangs had struck the victims. Many of the poor sods had been in the prime of their lives and quite strapping lads when they had still drawn breathe. Their corpses would have you believe otherwise... shrivelled like a dried out old prune and devoid of all their organs and bodily fluids, leaving then near unrecognisable. The few that had been identified, were only recognised due to unique character markings, like a missing appendage, a unique scar or tattoo.
This new monstrosity wasn’t just compounding the fears of the citizens, it was also incensing the original beast of Alevandrom, by encroaching on its hunting ground. So, on this particular night, the simple prey would be a tad bit safer, not that they would know it. As the violent predator set about stalking the unwelcomed guest in its territory.
Cautiously long pasty grey skinned fingers, claws latched deep into the thick boards of fishmongers’ roof. Not long after, a monstrous and almost wolf shaped head with pitch black fur, rose past the roof edge. Feral green and gold slitted eyes that sat deep within their sockets, quickly peering about to confirm the elevated area was barren of life. The slightly torn nostrils on the creature’s scarred snout sniffed deeply of the cool night air for any possible hint of its quarry encase it could camouflage itself. Then when it was satisfied the area was safe, it hoisted the rest of its emaciated humanoid body onto the roof. The menacing creature didn’t linger on the roof of the single storey building though and with and effortless jump that was beyond the capabilities of any man. The beast hurled itself onto the three-storey high, reinforced roof of the warehouse opposite.
Upon landing it lumbered to the front of the building and rose up on its hindlegs, it easily stood a head taller than the tallest men in the kingdom and the tips of its claws dangle at the sides of its animalistic shaped knees. Even in the dull cloud obscured moonlight, many of the creature’s bones could be distinguished through its desiccated skin as it hunched over. Setting its hungry gaze on the streets and alleyways below, searching for a trace of other beast, eager to set about hunting for the arrogant creature that would rob him of his prey.
The usual jolly laughter and breathless banter that bubbled from the City’s main port some two hundred meters away. Had feverishly been replaced with the inflamed barking of orders and the rapid stomping of sailors and dock workers boots on gangways and piers, as they attempted to load and offload their various types of cargo while the rays of the warm sun still held the fading sky.
The possessor of the eyes however did not budge, continuing to watch the blurry outlines of humans and tamed beasts hurtling past the mouth of the alley, throwing up the muck from the worn and cracked stones of the street. Slowly as the light concede its spot to the night and the hefty foot traffic dwindled to near nothingness, the usual greenish grey mist crept across the ground. It swirled around the hem of the individual’s muck stained and tattered ankle length cloak. The strange murky air had been blanketing these lands since before the first foundation stone of the city had been laid and as of yet, none of the kingdom’s mages could dispel it or even repel it.
The tribes that had inhabited this far flung northern territory before being slaughtered by the allied kingdoms from beyond the Draken mountain range to the south, had claimed it was the breath of a wicked fire god that had been imprisoned far beneath the earth. Though the religion of the south ignored such pagan nonsense, calling it superstitious and blasphemes to suggest there was any other gods, but their own gods. Still, they have been unable to explain why the warm mist seemed to seep out from the very ground itself, ignoring any magical wards or barriers, forcing people to sleep on raised beds.
As the last rays of the setting light caught the wide windowpane of the candlemaker’s across from the alley way, the shadows of the mysterious figure’s hood were pushed back. Revealing grubby gaunt human cheeks plastered with matted and ragged onyx black facial hair. Crooked and cracked lips twisted into a cruel smirk, “Soon” was the only word that slipped from the haggard lips and it was as much warmth as the freezing winds on the peaks of the northern mountains. In the next moment lengthy malnourished fingers tugged the hood down and the man slunk deeper into the dark corners of the reeking gully between a warehouse and a fishmonger.
When finally, night had taken the skies entirely and the ordinary inhabitants were tucked away in their beds, or possible snoring on the tables of one of the city’s many tavern’s if they were drunks. All of them unwilling to brave the darkness and the dangers that lurked within it, and for good reason. For centuries now, Alevandrom had been plagued my mysterious and often stomach-churning murders. Killings so disturbing in fact, that even the stout-hearted guardians of the city stay in good physical shape from regularly sprinting through the darkest areas of their nightly patrol routes.
Besides the city guard, the only other individuals that braved the mist blanket streets, were the foolhardy or desperate townsfolk. The unscrupulous individuals that apprehensively used the shadows to assist in alleviating the townsfolk of their coin purses or to commit other nefarious deeds. Even the poorest ladies of the night dare not venture from the sanctuary of the well light entry ways of their brothels to earn a few coppers.
Over the last several days though, the male population of the city had found another reason to be fearful of the dark. The monster that had always been a part of the city’s history, didn’t discriminate between male or female, young or old. It simply tore people apart, divesting flesh from bone and feasting on the heart and other organs. The new beast to plague the streets seemed to only have a palate for males and appeared to only stalk the area surrounding the docks.
The most glaring deference between the two monsters however, was the fact that he bodies of ten men that had been discovered, hadn’t been disembowelled and torn apart at all and there had been no blood around their corpses. In fact, the only wounds on their flesh had been the two thumb sized holes found above the naval, like a beast with sizable fangs had struck the victims. Many of the poor sods had been in the prime of their lives and quite strapping lads when they had still drawn breathe. Their corpses would have you believe otherwise... shrivelled like a dried out old prune and devoid of all their organs and bodily fluids, leaving then near unrecognisable. The few that had been identified, were only recognised due to unique character markings, like a missing appendage, a unique scar or tattoo.
This new monstrosity wasn’t just compounding the fears of the citizens, it was also incensing the original beast of Alevandrom, by encroaching on its hunting ground. So, on this particular night, the simple prey would be a tad bit safer, not that they would know it. As the violent predator set about stalking the unwelcomed guest in its territory.
Cautiously long pasty grey skinned fingers, claws latched deep into the thick boards of fishmongers’ roof. Not long after, a monstrous and almost wolf shaped head with pitch black fur, rose past the roof edge. Feral green and gold slitted eyes that sat deep within their sockets, quickly peering about to confirm the elevated area was barren of life. The slightly torn nostrils on the creature’s scarred snout sniffed deeply of the cool night air for any possible hint of its quarry encase it could camouflage itself. Then when it was satisfied the area was safe, it hoisted the rest of its emaciated humanoid body onto the roof. The menacing creature didn’t linger on the roof of the single storey building though and with and effortless jump that was beyond the capabilities of any man. The beast hurled itself onto the three-storey high, reinforced roof of the warehouse opposite.
Upon landing it lumbered to the front of the building and rose up on its hindlegs, it easily stood a head taller than the tallest men in the kingdom and the tips of its claws dangle at the sides of its animalistic shaped knees. Even in the dull cloud obscured moonlight, many of the creature’s bones could be distinguished through its desiccated skin as it hunched over. Setting its hungry gaze on the streets and alleyways below, searching for a trace of other beast, eager to set about hunting for the arrogant creature that would rob him of his prey.
Final words.
Cheers.
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