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- Dec 10, 2023
Hello and A Bit About Me
Hello and thank you every so much for stopping by. As you may have gathered from the title I'm planning on using this thread to mainly advertise stories/plot ideas that has a ratio more skewed towards romance than smut. I will eventually make one that is the opposite though I would prefer to gather some more plots for that one. When there is smut I tend to lean more so towards submissive characters. I'm definitely interested in trying switch characters eventually but again, it's been a while so that might be something to ease into at the moment.
Expectations
Length: As long as it's not a one liner I'm a more than happy camper. Depending on the scene, and partner my posts can average any where between 500-1000+ words, though I generally try to match whatever length my partner is posting.
Communication: One of the things I really love about roleplaying is the collective creativity that it usually entails. World building, the thrill of bouncing off plot ideas off of one another, coming up with twists and turns that simultaneously kills me to write but I love at the same time; that is the best part! That being said, I'm not really particular about time frames when it comes to posts or responses. If you do need to ghost, I totally get it, though a heads up will never go unappreciated over here!
Plots
Snake In The Water: A royal is the only one to survive when her family’s car/train/carriage (dependent on time period desired) is destroyed. The daughter of a line blessed with many sons, the thought of ever ruling in her own right had seemed a thing of utter impossibility to MC. Now, she finds the position forced upon her as a frantic country calls for war. Questions linger in the halls over who could be behind the sudden attack. YC is the only person MC can afford to trust.
The Blood Wars: Society is divided into two spheres; the haves and the have nots. The upper crests are littered with those who bear the blood of magic-bearing ancestors. Amongst these elites whose blood you have and how much of their magic you possess play a vital role in the delicate social hierarchy; a justification for many as to why they themselves are above the mundane lower class. However, that is not to say they do not have their own uses. Whether through natural strength or rune enhanced abilities, the upper class has paid a hefty sum for those willing to protect those members within the elite. MC’s brother is no different. With the sudden and mysterious death of her parents still lingering over the family, MC’s elder brother seeks out protection for his youngest sister amongst this class. However, not long after the tense storm is broken by a raid on their country home in the middle of the night. MC and YC just barely escape to a nearby inn, where they pose as a recently wed couple. Hiding out they search for information as to precisely who is behind the horrors.
Mistaken Identity: A young woman of noble blood is bound to a thief/ criminal by a blood pact gone wrong. (Side note: this could also be done with two royals who have been betrothed to each other, though vehemently despise one another). Forced to work together as they search high and low for one who knows how to undo the curse while those who caused the affliction are nipping at their tails in a near murderous frenzy.
On Foreign Soil: MC, heir to a neighboring kingdom, is rescued from an attempted kidnapping by YC. For her own protection, she is brought back to his land while they await for the proper arrangements to be made so she may once again return to her home land.
In Sheep's Clothing: In the bustle of a Victorian city, magic lingers as but a whisper. While it’s practitioners have long since hidden their sorcery within the protection of their own home, it is not to be mistaken that thaumaturgy is anything but alive in well within these covert covens. YC has been sent to infiltrate just such a community in search of a candidate for an ancient blood ritual. However, things rarely go to plan. As an additional optional element, there could also be the good old element of "the sacrifice has to be a virgin" trope.
Second Chances: The last time MC had seen YC, they were just children, whiling away their days against a sea of calm, green forests. Now, YC stands before MC, a grown and one of the raiders now raveging the once quaint village. Unwilling to let him go again, MC offers, or could also be taken, to travel with the group, no matter what the danger. (As a bit of a side note: I pictured this plot having a higher smut proportion than the other plots, though ideally still gearing towards a hopeless romantic ending of our characters ending up together.)
On the Edge of War and Peace (Spy x Family Inspired): For this plot I kind of pictured it taking place in a Spy x Family style universe. It has been a tense six months since the two sides had declared a fragile peace after decades of war. Unfortunately for YC, not all welcome this new found Golden Era. There have been whispers of a group who had created nothing less than a small army of psionically gifted individuals in an attempt to forge this world’s version of super soldiers. A former agent of the war torn state, he is called upon once more to spy upon former associates of the group in an attempt to discover not only where but how they could flesh out this former organization. Ordered to pose as a newlywed couple he is missing just one piece; a bride.
Steeled Heart: In the times of a nation savaged by a war for control of the throne, there were many things that MC had come to expect. Dressing up as a man and taking the place of her younger brother as a poison tester to a young and powerful lord was definitely not one of them. After angering a local Baron with repeated rejections of his advances, MC is faced with the option of either marrying the lout or sending her brother off to the land’s lord to serve as a poison tester. The choice was simple. But what will happen when YC discovers that she is, well….a she.
Scenes
Here lies scenes that live in my head rent free with absolutely zero plot to go along with them with the hope of one day I can flesh out enough of one to make them an actual roleplay!
Hello and thank you every so much for stopping by. As you may have gathered from the title I'm planning on using this thread to mainly advertise stories/plot ideas that has a ratio more skewed towards romance than smut. I will eventually make one that is the opposite though I would prefer to gather some more plots for that one. When there is smut I tend to lean more so towards submissive characters. I'm definitely interested in trying switch characters eventually but again, it's been a while so that might be something to ease into at the moment.
Expectations
Length: As long as it's not a one liner I'm a more than happy camper. Depending on the scene, and partner my posts can average any where between 500-1000+ words, though I generally try to match whatever length my partner is posting.
Communication: One of the things I really love about roleplaying is the collective creativity that it usually entails. World building, the thrill of bouncing off plot ideas off of one another, coming up with twists and turns that simultaneously kills me to write but I love at the same time; that is the best part! That being said, I'm not really particular about time frames when it comes to posts or responses. If you do need to ghost, I totally get it, though a heads up will never go unappreciated over here!
Plots
Snake In The Water: A royal is the only one to survive when her family’s car/train/carriage (dependent on time period desired) is destroyed. The daughter of a line blessed with many sons, the thought of ever ruling in her own right had seemed a thing of utter impossibility to MC. Now, she finds the position forced upon her as a frantic country calls for war. Questions linger in the halls over who could be behind the sudden attack. YC is the only person MC can afford to trust.
The Blood Wars: Society is divided into two spheres; the haves and the have nots. The upper crests are littered with those who bear the blood of magic-bearing ancestors. Amongst these elites whose blood you have and how much of their magic you possess play a vital role in the delicate social hierarchy; a justification for many as to why they themselves are above the mundane lower class. However, that is not to say they do not have their own uses. Whether through natural strength or rune enhanced abilities, the upper class has paid a hefty sum for those willing to protect those members within the elite. MC’s brother is no different. With the sudden and mysterious death of her parents still lingering over the family, MC’s elder brother seeks out protection for his youngest sister amongst this class. However, not long after the tense storm is broken by a raid on their country home in the middle of the night. MC and YC just barely escape to a nearby inn, where they pose as a recently wed couple. Hiding out they search for information as to precisely who is behind the horrors.
Mistaken Identity: A young woman of noble blood is bound to a thief/ criminal by a blood pact gone wrong. (Side note: this could also be done with two royals who have been betrothed to each other, though vehemently despise one another). Forced to work together as they search high and low for one who knows how to undo the curse while those who caused the affliction are nipping at their tails in a near murderous frenzy.
On Foreign Soil: MC, heir to a neighboring kingdom, is rescued from an attempted kidnapping by YC. For her own protection, she is brought back to his land while they await for the proper arrangements to be made so she may once again return to her home land.
In Sheep's Clothing: In the bustle of a Victorian city, magic lingers as but a whisper. While it’s practitioners have long since hidden their sorcery within the protection of their own home, it is not to be mistaken that thaumaturgy is anything but alive in well within these covert covens. YC has been sent to infiltrate just such a community in search of a candidate for an ancient blood ritual. However, things rarely go to plan. As an additional optional element, there could also be the good old element of "the sacrifice has to be a virgin" trope.
Second Chances: The last time MC had seen YC, they were just children, whiling away their days against a sea of calm, green forests. Now, YC stands before MC, a grown and one of the raiders now raveging the once quaint village. Unwilling to let him go again, MC offers, or could also be taken, to travel with the group, no matter what the danger. (As a bit of a side note: I pictured this plot having a higher smut proportion than the other plots, though ideally still gearing towards a hopeless romantic ending of our characters ending up together.)
On the Edge of War and Peace (Spy x Family Inspired): For this plot I kind of pictured it taking place in a Spy x Family style universe. It has been a tense six months since the two sides had declared a fragile peace after decades of war. Unfortunately for YC, not all welcome this new found Golden Era. There have been whispers of a group who had created nothing less than a small army of psionically gifted individuals in an attempt to forge this world’s version of super soldiers. A former agent of the war torn state, he is called upon once more to spy upon former associates of the group in an attempt to discover not only where but how they could flesh out this former organization. Ordered to pose as a newlywed couple he is missing just one piece; a bride.
Steeled Heart: In the times of a nation savaged by a war for control of the throne, there were many things that MC had come to expect. Dressing up as a man and taking the place of her younger brother as a poison tester to a young and powerful lord was definitely not one of them. After angering a local Baron with repeated rejections of his advances, MC is faced with the option of either marrying the lout or sending her brother off to the land’s lord to serve as a poison tester. The choice was simple. But what will happen when YC discovers that she is, well….a she.
Scenes
Here lies scenes that live in my head rent free with absolutely zero plot to go along with them with the hope of one day I can flesh out enough of one to make them an actual roleplay!
She shifted uncomfortably as the air pricked her exposed skin. The crumpled cloth that was once her blouse remained firmly against her breasts only by the force of her own hands, sparing what bit of dignity she had remaining at this moment.
"Sit down," the man stated in a tone that lingered somewhere between an invitation and a command.
"It's just a scratch," she protested though her body obeyed all the same, "The arrow hardly nicked me."
"Yes, though those particular bandits have a custom of dipping their arrow heads in a particularly potent poison. Though if bleeding out of every other orifice your body has to offer sounds like a night well spent then we need not see to the wound."
"No," she sighed, resigning herself to her fate, "Please, continue. I won't make more of a fuss."
"Well now, that is one promise I'm happy to hear," the easy smile that danced on his lips sent her stomach twirling merrily, a fact she prayed did not make it's way upon her face.
Watching obediently as he rummaged about a cabinet before pulling out an amber bottle accompanied by a small wooden box near overflowing with ivory cloth strips.
"Now, stay very still," the man cooed not long before she heard the gentle rush of liquid racing into a mouth.
The gasp had already escaped her before she had a chance to catch it as the lips sealed tightly around the wound on her shoulder. The harsh bite of the fresh cut mixing with alcohol was quickly over come by a sharp, electrifying tingle as the lips began to softly suck at the area. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, as a hot wave rushed over her. Sealing her lips together she fought viscously to contain the onslaught of pleasurable gasps that eagerly sought a way out. After what seemed like hours, the lips finally released their hold, leaving only a torturous chill and longing on the skin behind.
The pinging of liquid hitting against a copper cup echoed in the room.
"See, not so bad was it," the man chimed.
Struggling to steady her breath against the burning of her cheeks, she threw angry glares at the man as he patiently wrapped the bandages around the wound.
"Sit down," the man stated in a tone that lingered somewhere between an invitation and a command.
"It's just a scratch," she protested though her body obeyed all the same, "The arrow hardly nicked me."
"Yes, though those particular bandits have a custom of dipping their arrow heads in a particularly potent poison. Though if bleeding out of every other orifice your body has to offer sounds like a night well spent then we need not see to the wound."
"No," she sighed, resigning herself to her fate, "Please, continue. I won't make more of a fuss."
"Well now, that is one promise I'm happy to hear," the easy smile that danced on his lips sent her stomach twirling merrily, a fact she prayed did not make it's way upon her face.
Watching obediently as he rummaged about a cabinet before pulling out an amber bottle accompanied by a small wooden box near overflowing with ivory cloth strips.
"Now, stay very still," the man cooed not long before she heard the gentle rush of liquid racing into a mouth.
The gasp had already escaped her before she had a chance to catch it as the lips sealed tightly around the wound on her shoulder. The harsh bite of the fresh cut mixing with alcohol was quickly over come by a sharp, electrifying tingle as the lips began to softly suck at the area. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, as a hot wave rushed over her. Sealing her lips together she fought viscously to contain the onslaught of pleasurable gasps that eagerly sought a way out. After what seemed like hours, the lips finally released their hold, leaving only a torturous chill and longing on the skin behind.
The pinging of liquid hitting against a copper cup echoed in the room.
"See, not so bad was it," the man chimed.
Struggling to steady her breath against the burning of her cheeks, she threw angry glares at the man as he patiently wrapped the bandages around the wound.
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