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Hrafnsvartur
Dust
- Joined
- Aug 22, 2023
Hello! I'm Hrafnsvartur and I've been role-playing for a little over ten years. I like writing long-form "literate" role-plays: long and wordy role-plays with lots of plot mixed in with the smut. I tend to post once a day, and I try to match my partner's for post length. Though, I can easily go into essay mode as well if the situation requires!
I value communication in my RPs above all else, I will always try to be clear when something is going down a path I dislike and I'll try not to ghost. I ask the same from my partners: I will try to cater to my partner as much as is reasonable, and only ask if something comes up irl that you let me know beforehand so I'm not waiting on a post that's never coming.
I'm looking for a partner to capture and noncon my cowgirl OC at the end of the world! As for the setting: I was thinking a far far future / demon apocalypse in the vein of stuff like Berserk, Bloodborne and Devilman. Only instead of modern day or high fantasy it has a American west bent (being set in a far far future America). It's a setting I'm still hammering out, but I'm willing to answer any questions you might have or to bend the setting to our particular rp!
Here's some examples of the demons:
"A lanky six armed six eyed giant with black gnarled bark-like skin and a silver mask with antlers fused to it's wide head -- a skinless ape with trypophobia muscle filled with glowing maggots that pulse with light as it speaks -- a humanoid centipede miles long covered in veils and marble like armor depicting feminine features to hide its rotting body, etc."
Here's a sample of my writing:
"The woman scanned the expanse, squatting next to her sorrel gelding on the tips of her black dust-spattered shit-kickers.
She was chewing the fleshy bud of what in some long past time might have been called a Creosote. In these latter days the bush was squat and furred brown like some tumorous animal. The flowers themselves contained a potent poison, the sort that made you wish you were dead long before it actually killed you, but the woman had long built up a tolerance to it.
Now to her it was little more than a mild narcotic. The pulp in her mouth had long lost even that effect, but the chewing calmed her. It kept her grounded.
She squatted near the crest of a hill, overlooking the small valley just before the land rose once more. She didn't dare use anything that could catch the sun and give her away, instead she solely relied on her naked eyes. She traced the horizon, broken as it was by scrub and foothill - stark black silhouettes against the blood red sky.
Her mark was gone."
Here's my character's description:
"A short, weathered coyote of a woman with a thin hatchet-like face and close-cropped copper colored hair. What little of her skin that's exposed is pale and lightly freckled. Her narrow eyes are as green and sharp as a desert cactus. She moves like a snake: slow and deliberate, but not cautious. Her body somewhere between a dancer's and a boxer's: densely muscled, but sleek - mobile. She tends to keep her arms - both spotted with cigarette burns and a few faded stick-and-poke tattoos of dubious quality - tense at her side and her hand never too far from the revolver that hangs loose at her hips - always polished to a gleam. In the right light one can see engraved in its yellowed bone grip the words "Non serviam".
When she smiles it's possible to see a tooth is missing on her right side and just above one of her green eyes permanently squints. The middle of her nose curves to the right from being broken and reset improperly. A ragged piece of flesh has been torn from her left ear, both of which are decorated with piercings consisting of rows of tarnished rings and a handful of small bones. A brand stands out on the rounded muscle of her shoulder in large simple letters: "XIII".
Her clothes are caked with dust and worn with both travel and age. She tends to wear clothes that are slightly too big for her so that they hang off her lean frame and conceal the subtleties of her form. In addition, she's often seen in a dark wide-brimmed hat so that little - if any - of her pallid skin ever sees the desert sun. A long string of blackened ears hangs around her neck that rattles as she walks.
Her voice is silk and gravel: an almost musical mezzo-soprano with a coarseness that's accentuated when she raises it.
She smells faintly of cigarette smoke and tequila."
As for kinks: My biggest ons are: hard noncon, pain, bondage, torture, size-play, and slow buildups/ long molestation. By biggest offs are: unrealistic smut (any body deformation, unrealistic penetration, etc.), mind control, any transformation and scat. Hmu and I'll send you my f-list!
Thanks for reading my post, I look forward to hearing from you!
I value communication in my RPs above all else, I will always try to be clear when something is going down a path I dislike and I'll try not to ghost. I ask the same from my partners: I will try to cater to my partner as much as is reasonable, and only ask if something comes up irl that you let me know beforehand so I'm not waiting on a post that's never coming.
I'm looking for a partner to capture and noncon my cowgirl OC at the end of the world! As for the setting: I was thinking a far far future / demon apocalypse in the vein of stuff like Berserk, Bloodborne and Devilman. Only instead of modern day or high fantasy it has a American west bent (being set in a far far future America). It's a setting I'm still hammering out, but I'm willing to answer any questions you might have or to bend the setting to our particular rp!
Here's some examples of the demons:
"A lanky six armed six eyed giant with black gnarled bark-like skin and a silver mask with antlers fused to it's wide head -- a skinless ape with trypophobia muscle filled with glowing maggots that pulse with light as it speaks -- a humanoid centipede miles long covered in veils and marble like armor depicting feminine features to hide its rotting body, etc."
Here's a sample of my writing:
"The woman scanned the expanse, squatting next to her sorrel gelding on the tips of her black dust-spattered shit-kickers.
She was chewing the fleshy bud of what in some long past time might have been called a Creosote. In these latter days the bush was squat and furred brown like some tumorous animal. The flowers themselves contained a potent poison, the sort that made you wish you were dead long before it actually killed you, but the woman had long built up a tolerance to it.
Now to her it was little more than a mild narcotic. The pulp in her mouth had long lost even that effect, but the chewing calmed her. It kept her grounded.
She squatted near the crest of a hill, overlooking the small valley just before the land rose once more. She didn't dare use anything that could catch the sun and give her away, instead she solely relied on her naked eyes. She traced the horizon, broken as it was by scrub and foothill - stark black silhouettes against the blood red sky.
Her mark was gone."
Here's my character's description:
"A short, weathered coyote of a woman with a thin hatchet-like face and close-cropped copper colored hair. What little of her skin that's exposed is pale and lightly freckled. Her narrow eyes are as green and sharp as a desert cactus. She moves like a snake: slow and deliberate, but not cautious. Her body somewhere between a dancer's and a boxer's: densely muscled, but sleek - mobile. She tends to keep her arms - both spotted with cigarette burns and a few faded stick-and-poke tattoos of dubious quality - tense at her side and her hand never too far from the revolver that hangs loose at her hips - always polished to a gleam. In the right light one can see engraved in its yellowed bone grip the words "Non serviam".
When she smiles it's possible to see a tooth is missing on her right side and just above one of her green eyes permanently squints. The middle of her nose curves to the right from being broken and reset improperly. A ragged piece of flesh has been torn from her left ear, both of which are decorated with piercings consisting of rows of tarnished rings and a handful of small bones. A brand stands out on the rounded muscle of her shoulder in large simple letters: "XIII".
Her clothes are caked with dust and worn with both travel and age. She tends to wear clothes that are slightly too big for her so that they hang off her lean frame and conceal the subtleties of her form. In addition, she's often seen in a dark wide-brimmed hat so that little - if any - of her pallid skin ever sees the desert sun. A long string of blackened ears hangs around her neck that rattles as she walks.
Her voice is silk and gravel: an almost musical mezzo-soprano with a coarseness that's accentuated when she raises it.
She smells faintly of cigarette smoke and tequila."
As for kinks: My biggest ons are: hard noncon, pain, bondage, torture, size-play, and slow buildups/ long molestation. By biggest offs are: unrealistic smut (any body deformation, unrealistic penetration, etc.), mind control, any transformation and scat. Hmu and I'll send you my f-list!
Thanks for reading my post, I look forward to hearing from you!