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stuff from iwaku, journal entries, some ideas, the archive

dms are open if you want to be nice or if you want to talk about ideas or ask what's wrong with me pick my brain apart
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yes i play men too

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Sultry voices echoing through a high end club. Drinks of all kinds of substances. Enticing sounds of piano playing.

This was all the day in the life for Antoine, the vampiric bartender of the Midnight Cafe. It was a jazz cafe by day, yet a hub for supernatural interaction during the night. With the case for many creatures, it was easier to hide in plain sight during the day. Due to the nature of many supernatural, their true forms were harder to control by night. The easiest answer? Close the club for all humans, disguising the practice as a form of extreme elitism.

Did the snooty and rich attitudes of Westchester County transfer over to the patrons of the club? Definitely. How else could the elitism excuse have survived for so long? Many had lived centuries, coexisting among humans, adopting their cultures and personalities to fit in. They were closer than you’d think. Much closer.

Only the most sophisticated of creatures visited the cafe. That, and New York City just seemed to be a hotbed of organized crime that kept the ethereal community together, for better or for worse. Management usually had strict protocols for these kinds of incidents. The humans that stumbled upon the cafe during banned hours were ‘taken care of’, if you will.

The protocol begun now. While helping himself to a sip or two of whiskey, he smelled something he could only describe as… human. Pouring the last of his drink orders with an inhuman perfection, he passed them to his customers, sitting on the mahogany barstools. This was followed by a set of changed notes by the pianist, the alarm system known only to the staff. The band took heed to the lycanthrope, as the beat slowed.

A blonde waitress made brief eye contact with both the werewolf and the vampire, nodding calmly. Usually, the wait staff of the cafe with a talent for scent and tracking down flesh. The others were sent to distract the other patrons. Besides, they were not the only bloodthirsty creatures in the club. If any more human murders were to occur, it could spell trouble.

She made her way to the bar. Antoine greeted her with a nod, as he casually polished his glasses. “Where are they?” She asked.

“I smell two. Guy and girl. They seem to have gone both ways. See ‘em?” He pointed to both of the unnamed mortals.

She could. A male figure on one end, a female on the other. But only as faded, human-smelling silhouettes. “I’ll take him out to the hotel next door. Find out what he knows.”

Antoine smirked. “Careful, Alisa. Some things are better left unknown.”

“I’ve yet to find out the strangest fetish there is. Perhaps, he’ll take the prize. Nothing really is sacred.” She shrugged, speeding off to meet the figure.

“Personal experience?” The vampire asked.

“You wish it was.”

Mixing together an impromptu cocktail, he waved over another waitress, a brown-haired fairy. “Give that to the human girl. Tell her it’s a... welcoming gift.”

She nodded, and was sent on her way.

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Antoine looked on, with a gaze that was indiscernible from boredom or intense focus. His icy eyes shifted to the man playing the piano, the quiet Cedric, dutifully flowing along to the tune of the instrument. He had always wondered what it would have been like to learn piano back before he turned. The man felt distance towards his old life the way an adult would stare at a childhood picture book.

The girl had barely taken his drink, nevertheless shown up to thank him. It was one thing though, that stood out to him from over a hundred years of "living" with vampirism. Humans weren't equal to monsters like the ones the patrons of the Midnight Cafe were to Antoine. They were... on a whole other spectrum. Nothing like animals hunted for sport, but fascinating. The closest thing he could compare them to using human terms was alien.

Samantha stood beside him, tapping his shoulder with a hesitant gaze. "She's not taking the bait. Antoine... what do we do? The patrons are getting hungry and we can't let the human know she's in danger!" She squeaked. As soon as she said that, multiple red eyes flashed ominously behind her. Always the paranoid Type A personality.

Meeting the blonde woman's gaze, he fought the urge to lick his lips. "Let me handle it. You take my shift." He said, no expression to be read on his face. Antoine was going to talk to her, much to Samantha's worry. Yet, she knew not to interfere. Antoine was one of the strongest members of staff at the Cafe, not to mention the most humanoid looking. A petite woman like Samantha, a little under 5 feet, looked like a glass ballerina next to his towering frame and superhuman strength.

"Okay... but stay safe." She firmly reminded him. Antoine took this as his signal to leave without looking back. Her gaze on his body lingered before slowly making her way over to the luxurious bar with a sigh. Seeing other patrons stand by the barstool, Samantha mustered a smile.

A spindly creature with empty eyes gave the petite fairy an unsettling smile. Its gums had rotted, smelling of compost and rotted flesh. The fairy tried her hardest not to gag. "Would you believe my luck?" The monster leered. "Another glass of vodka fairy dust and a private dance, my love..." A raspy voice that tingled down her spine escaped the creatures lips, but Samantha seemed all too familiar with the creature to feel disturbed in any way. If anything she felt annoyance at the creature, knowing that this was his odd way of making advances.

"You know I don't dance, Henri. Not that way, and not for you." She answered dismissively. Her graceful form swayed back and forth, pouring a sort of shaken golden dust diluted with vodka. The drink glimmered in the wine glass, even with the absence of light. As she leaned over, Henri slipped a dozen twenty dollar bills between her cleavage, his bony touch catching her by surprise. Samantha looked up, only to be greeted with another slimy smile.

"For your troubles." He winked, only for the fairy to begrudgingly push his drink towards his seat. Henri had the power to possess others, shift, and take over forms at will. In Westchester County, this practice proved quite affluent. The fairy pushed the bills further into her bra.

"Next order." She yelled, systematically.

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"You know, I like to think I'm an honest man who appreciates honesty. I know... redundant, but I'll try not to waste your time." Antoine began, approaching the blonde with his hands in his trousers. He gently reached for the cocktail, casually passing the martini glass to a waitress passing by.

"You've barely touched your welcoming drink, so I figured I get rid of that for you." He smirked, sitting down on the nearest table beside her. Antoine offered the other chair for the blonde. "If you're going to skip the drinks, I suppose we should start formalities then. I'm Antoine, bartender of the Midnight Cafe." Antoine looked the human up and down, expecting a name in return. She was unremarkable in appearance, if Antoine was to pass by her on the street, he'd pay no heed and carry on. However, she had a different smell than the boy. Perhaps a power? Or a half breed?

"I'm sure you're familiar with the exclusivity of our establishment. Was it..." He pretended to ponder, while pressing her for information. "The boss that sent you an invitation? The staff? Or a special customer? No one here at the Midnight Cafe at these hours just... walks in here." Antoine cracked his knuckles out of boredom and leaned back to look for tension in her expression.

 

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WILL REVAMP - KEEP THIS FOR REFERENCE
add characters you play as or want to play against
add silly goofy side: lighthearted comedies/clever writers that care about their characters but also aren't afraid to not take themselves too seriously
- fake arranged marriages
- cartoon villain-core
- slice of life that glamourizes the boring stuff
- isekai but shitty
- supernatural characters put in very unsupernatural undramatic situations
- assassination classroom but cute and wholesome (sakamoto days)

Introduction:
Penny For Your Thoughts, I Know What You Want
Posting Length: 4 paragraph minimum - full out novel
Posting Speed: at worst a couple of days (I recently came across a LOT of time on my hands)
Currently looking for story-heavy noir or cyberpunk/scifi plays right now! Or something cute and whimsical.
Also HI: ROBOTS PLEASE. Or if you play a reverse harem I will love you forever.
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- ABOUT ME - WRITING SAMPLES - - PLOTS - - MISC. CRAVINGS AND MUSINGS -

• I'm Song, and truthfully, I love smut! Often times, the heavy and detailed kind. I found that I'm super indecisive in finding whether or not I wanted a male, futa, or female dominant, so I decided to make my own search thread and let people come to me~
  
  - I typically write about 500+ words though, it's not exactly uncommon of me to bring out an entire novel or go shorter depending on the context. I like descriptions of feelings, settings, actions, etc. I enjoy longer posts, so this is important!
  - I want some plot along with my smut, I like them to be interconnected. It all has to depend on the type of RP I plan to write.
  - I typically swing between two extremes: fucked-up toxic relationships to cute romances, so please don't be intimidated or put off if most of the plots are a bit too intense at a first glance.
  - I have an F-list in my signature, if you're interested in knowing more. More often than not, the main kinks involved will be included with each plot.
  - I don't play canons, I'm an OC x OC girl only, except for uhhh exceptions you can find on my plot candies section!
  - My favourite genres are fantasy and sci-fi! I'm also a bit of a nerd.
  - As for plot, I'm also very flexible and open to ideas. If you want to make up a name or important pieces of lore as you go, be my guest!
  - All of my ideas can be twisted and turned reasonably.
  
  - I write via threads or PMs (though I prefer PMs). Be prepared for lots of kinky brainstorming, since I find that helps us get hyped for the RP.
  - Communication is important! I don't have a strict preference for posting times, as long as you make it clear.
  
  - Many of my characters tend to be intelligent, playful, and just a tad bratty. I also tend to play more petite characters as well, but this is flexible. I don't play multiple female main characters. Harems are a deal-breaker for me.
  
  - Seriously. If you're not someone that's willing to bounce ideas back and forth, we might not be compatible RP partners. Please communicate with me.
  - I'm pretty picky with potential partners and I'm also fairly busy, so if I've agreed to an RP or I haven't responded in a while, a nice bump or poke on Discord will do.
  - If our conversation/RP has fizzled out and you want to message me again, I'm always ready and willing to write again once I'm available! I'm very understanding and patient, so never hesitate to reach out. In other words - VERY ghost-friendly.
  
  PM me only if you're interested, maybe even with an F-List, a writing sample, and with ideas of your own!
  
  Here's my F-List: F-list - Warning
• Here are some writing samples of mine, I can go higher or lower, but here are some comfy ranges:
  
  
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  Stating her and the Wyvern Rider Veilvel clashed was a grave understatement. Only another from Malth could wound her pride and her strength to this extent. The reason why was simple, even if Fynola was not fully aware. They both shared the pressures of strength that resulted from the fear of weakness. A deeper part of her could not be shocked that he refused her offer, even if part of his words stung.
  
  There was no need to point out the obvious, her armour was in shambles, even if neither her nor Barin appeared to sustain any wounds. Fynola became unable to fight alongside her comrades to the same extent as before due to a measly attack that wasn't even an attack. A cowardly aspect of her stayed close to the fortress to shield herself from the embarrassment if she had stayed outside of the fort to fight... under the pretense that she had been ordered to make sure the Legion commander got to the thrones safely.
  
  The dishonourable picked at weakness like Veilvel. Fynola held on tightly to her reins, a trademark of holding in any negative emotion for the young woman. She opened and closed her mouth in shock, watching him ride away with wide eyes that took the appearance of melting snow rather than ice.
  
  What had growing up in Malth taught any of them?
  
  An ugly pause took place as her knuckles turned white, old callouses beginning to burn from the friction against Barin's reins. The gryphon, as if sensing her discomfort, ruffled his feathers to draw her closer to his neck in a reassuring manner. At this point, praying to Aqua for his safety the way Fynola did with many of her comrades seemed about as useless as throwing snow onto ice hoping the ice melted. It had done little to calm her, as she suddenly escaped her pensive train of thought from the sound of a particularly distinct voice.
  
  Turning around, Fynola met eyes with an Alliance soldier, a Laguz, one with golden eyes and blonde hair. For a reason the gryphon rider could not explain, she was drawn to the woman's unique appearance. "Many allies have decided to retreat into the fort only until the beasts outside have been slain." She responded, almost faraway. "Do what you must and may Naga bless each soldier. However, I would take heed to remembering the mission at hand. Our commanders must be safe on the throne by all means necessary." Fynola nodded at her new comrade before listening to her own advice.
  
  "If I may...?" The woman gestured towards the keys the tiger carried before accepting them graciously into her hands. It was a nice reminder that some were still willing to be cooperative. "Thank you, soldier. My name... is Fynola." The Gryphon Rider felt an odd urge to partake in simple formalities, even in the heat of battle. There was a certain personal component that came with remembering your comrades as humans instead of fighting bags of flesh. Before the tiger could say much more, Barin flew off with the two keys into the fortress.
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  Lyanna hated him.
  
  She hated Vikiel's dashing smile, the way the tall man carried himself and the way they seemed to bounce back and forth from calculated interaction to another. As soon as the blonde laid eyes on him, Lyanna teased and complimented the man as if she was appeasing to the Goddess. With each accidental brush by, nothing had made him stutter. That was to be expected. The Dragonheart's Keep was a dangerous place. Lyanna had caught herself several times getting startled from a gentle breeze and closing the large window of her chambers. That was shortly before the King of House Astor had died, leaving the center of the realm vulnerable to attack or exploitation.
  
  Peasants and nobles insulted the House Astor, calling them the House of Asses behind closed doors and whispered lips. The King belonged to the arrogant family, whom had usurped the throne after another assassination of the late King before him. House Astor had been close to the Dragonheart's Keep for years as the Hand of the King, an entrusted advisor. Amassing large amounts of wealth and military support, they were a force to be reckoned with. Nonetheless, every noble realized the one on the throne was never the true ruler of the realm. To rule the realm, there was an element of subtlety involved. Subtlety, timing and the exact amount of luck.
  
  Shortly after the King Astor met his demise, children and their incompetent families had taken prime positions to the throne. One boy, by the name of Zachary Astor, was only 15 when he came to power. Selfish aunts swayed his 'decisions' while Zachary remained timid and soft. Privately, she thought that the only day he was able to properly rule would be the same day an assassin held a knife to his neck. There was one thing she was willing to admit about the poor boy. Unlike the others, he was intelligent in addition to being perceptive.
  
  On the other hand, Lyanna couldn't stand the others. The Astor siblings grew spoiled with the security of power and riches. Meanwhile the woman of House Gildenmere had remained unapproachable most of her childhood for her own safety. Every bite of dinner and boasting with their forced acquaintances made Lyanna's blood boil. However, there was one deadly positive and a negative to his death. Royal connections were one thing, but House Mallodar was another. Through what seemed like an endless amount of charm and empty promises on both the Mallodar's and Gildenmere's sides, they had earned their position as the closest thing to being on a royal court.
  
  Being in the court, as they called it, was a frightening experience. She was given her own chambers, her own handmaidens and was free to roam the Keep as much as she could. By the Gods, the woman even enjoyed her own bath and vanity. Despite the exceptional treatment, due to her own paranoia, Lyanna made sure that every letter she had written to her family was coded and delivered in the night in her own room. Vikiel's chambers were only five doors down and across. He was close enough that she swore she was able hear his breathing as he slept. While untrue, Vikiel sent tingles down her spine, both in intrigue and fear. The man's confidence drew her to him, yet incite feelings of fear every instance they locked eyes.
  
  His deep-set hazel to her own icy violet. Soon, another instance of this connection would occur again in an awe-inducing turn of events. Many years of plotting had come to this. Henry had been the most spoiled of the young children. Many evenings ago, the House Gildenmere had ordered an assassination on the young boy. To that, she responded with, "Gladly." Good riddance,the young woman had thought to himself. That was one less Ass with any guarantee for the throne. If Lyanna played her cards right, the chance of prosperity would soon increase.
  
  That midnight, there she was. The Dragonheart's Keep possessed a strange shortcut that led to the young boy's chambers. Through the overgrown garden and into another stairway, his room was in a tower. Secluded, it meant with high risk meant high rewards. The guards had did not guard the gardens at night for obvious reasons. On top of that, no one would think to check the gardens for enemies, nor would any enemies desire entering the gardens. The Astors never bothered to tend to the flora, leaving many large rose bushes and trees to conceal any shadows. It resembled a forest in its own right, even more so as Lyanna made her way deep through the trees.
  
  Her heart raced as she concealed her graceful form within the beautiful flowers, her senses sensitive to the slightest of disturbances. Suddenly, Lyanna heard a rustle through the leaves. Her hand reached for the dagger as she stepped forward. It was foolish to dress in her usual getup of gold and silk. The woman opted for a dark, hooded robe, a masquerade mask to cover her sharp features and a flowing white linen dress for movement. On her waist tied a burlap sack with various weapons and poison. Without any fear present, she walked in the direction of the noise.
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  Did it have to be her? Of all people, of all pilots?
  
  Of course it was. She was recovering from previous injuries, yet they were less severe than the pilot originally deployed to tackle ISHMAEL had. Yua had no friends or close relations to speak of, but even a socially inept loner could discern the jealous gazes of her peers. They caught on to the targeted praise of their field captains, even behind closed doors.
  
  She knew it wasn't wholly jealousy though. The captains would never place a pilot of Yua's caliber on a lower level target. Which meant the missions normally assigned were often life-threatening more than not. And the other pilots knew this.
  
  To them, she was unapproachable. To glance at her through semi-opaque barriers was nothing new to them.
  
  And yet, she tried desperately to change their perceptions of her, only for her to realize its futility. What she failed to foresee was her gesture being taken the opposite way. A showoff, an egotist, a know-it-all. It was just like Yua to waste her time on a lower level threat, to teach them all a lesson. Who did she think she was?
  
  Their remarks were completely silenced following the aftermath of Angel004.
  
  

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  "Wake up now dear,"
  
  She found herself naked, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her back against the hard ceramic of the tub, the water nearly completely submerging her petite frame. The first thing Yua noted was her pounding headache as she struggled to find her mental footing.
  
  A synaptic static attack, Yua recalled one of her captains yelling through the speaker of her unit. Her dark eyes were heavy, and she immediately noticed her glasses were missing. And yet, there her surroundings were in all their vivid glory.
  
  She often dreamed of a space like this. Luxurious and all hers, unlike the minimal pilot housing NERV provided. The windows had given her a reality check. From the left window, Yua recalled the muffled exclamations of her peers, and yet all she could see was a dimmed hospital room. Not a flower or card in sight. Yua could feel bile rising in her throat as her nails dug into the skin of her leg.
  
  The sensation of which allowed her to recall that she could indeed move her body. Yua turned her head past the man to take in her surroundings. The bleak scene of the first window caused her to disregard the second view of the beach as a hallucination, likening it to a tacky painting. It wasn't that she was deliberately ignoring Tatsuya, her brain simply needed to process the least taxing part of her visions first.
  
  Though, he was hard to ignore. "Ishmael?" Yua called out to him. Instead of an Angel, he looked more like a prince. It was upon gazing at his handsome figure that the pilot realized she was naked. Yua attempted to make herself smaller, but against all better judgement, she did not feel afraid. Biting her lip to fight off social instinct, she let out a resigned sigh. After all, it might be the only reprieve she'd get from her own reality.
  
  "I'm corrupted, aren't I?" She asked, with a slight tone of disgust. "I suppose it was naive to think it couldn't happen to me. Do you know what will happen to me? What they're saying about me?"
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  Here they stood as Mejiro presented her with a fundamental difference that would forever build a wall between them.
  
  God had chosen them?
  
  Yua felt bile rise to the top of her throat. If God had chosen her for a purpose, what wrong could she have done in her past life to deserve such a fate? The sentiment alone jarred her and emerged a feeling of disgust that refused to be ignored despite being truly incomprehensible.
  
  "Stop it." Yua said, with a tone of urgency that scared her. It suddenly became hard to breathe, as if she began to finally understand the injustice of her position. Of NERV, of being a pilot, of being exploited like fodder, and finally, of the delusions that helped them survive day to day.
  
  It was then that she realized something very important: if one was to be a pilot, the one thing they couldn't afford to have was a sense of proportion.
  
  In fact, the rest of his statements fell on deaf ears. Instead of accepting his arm, she felt repulsed. The pilot grabbed his arm to turn him to face her, and as a result, stopping the world around them. "You have no idea how stupid you look right now." She blurted, not seeming to care about anybody watching them closely.
  
  It was then that the injuries Ishmael had given her over a week prior she had ignored for so long had resurfaced, an overwhelming ache overtaking her chest.
  
  It hurt.
  
  "You're right. I'm not 'fine' or 'okay'. I don't think I'll ever expect to be otherwise." Yua had heard enough and the truth of his intentions was hanging in the air.
  
  "I think I understand why you're here now." With a resigned sigh, she let go of his arm and looked towards the asphalt. "I'm sorry. You will never get to know me better, or in the way you want to know me."
  
  Yua turned around, all adrenaline, and started running.
• The Tower *not interested*

  
  

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  The Tower
  Mostly smut, GM-style, monsters and demons alike​

  
  Kinks Included - Lots of monsters, demons, exotic cocks, excessive cum, gangbangs​

  
  Well-hidden inside a forest is a tall and menacing tower. MC, a mage and scholar, gets lost in the forest attempting to gather medicinal herbs. Deciding that spending the night in a dangerous forest wouldn't be very wise, she decides to enter the tower. Due to the darkness of the night concealing the true danger of the tower, MC walks in to find a monster sanctuary where various demons and beasts roam free among the walls. Their sentience varies, from intelligent tricksters that are able to speak to MC, to primal beings that want nothing but to ravage her. The layout is also rather confusing, even wandering a meter away, MC has already lost the exit to the tower. Little does she know, many of the beings are controlled by "bosses", the most powerful demons that control many of the monsters in the tower. You'll be playing multiple monsters and demons (especially recurring characters like the "bosses") in a GM-style.
  
  Lots of possibilities for bad ends. Would love for the demons to either work together or compete to dominate her.
  Alice in Wonderland *craving*

  Alice in Wonderland
  Mostly smut, fantasy worlds, modern
  
  Kinks Included - Almost anything.​

  
  I had a similar RP to this once, but I'm willing to do it again. Alice is an 18 year old girl from a repressed household now entering college. The King of Hearts has taken pity for her lifestyle and chooses to set her free as long as she becomes his plaything at Wonderland. Once she enters Wonderland, maybe she's unable to come back. Anything goes for this RP!
  
  What if characters from Wonderland decide to interfere with her real world? What kind of creatures and deviance lies within the magical world of Wonderland?
  
  If you want, we could age up Alice and make her have more grounded, realistic issues. A midlife crisis Alice in Wonderland? Sign me up! I'm also interested in this taking a darker, more horrifying angle to it, like Alice is being unwillingly trapped in a strange world that reflects her own desires by darker forces out of her control.
  Sex, Education *not interested unless you make a really good case for this OR include a couple plot candies in the mix*

  
  Sex, Education
  University, slice of life, free use
  
  Kinks Included - Casualness, roughness, public humiliation, teacherxstudent (optional), sex toys, objectification, exhibitionism, masturbation, filming/photography, I NEED THIS TO HAVE PLOT​

  
  MC is a girl that has enrolled into a prestigious private university for magic and to say her grades were suffering was an understatement. Little did she know, all of the students except for her (an absolute virgin) are total sexual deviants! In order to receive extra credit, MC decides to volunteer for her school's sexual education and relief programs and soon undergoes training to help make her school environment as welcoming as possible. This can even be in a linear format, with certain school festival ideas, spring breaks, study periods, and final projects along the way. Will she make friends, lovers, enemies, or even pass the semester?
  
  I'm also willing for this to take a Harry Potter magic university type angle.
  Surviving The Institution *not interested*

  Surviving The Institution
  Prison, survival, darker themes, possible experimentation?
  
  Kinks Included - Heavy bondage, noncon, possible gangbangs, extreme degradation and humiliation, S&M, possible monsters?​

  
  MC is a beautiful, young inmate known for her cunning and capacity to manipulate both guards and prisoners alike. Her specialty? Secrets and trade. However, a mix of her arrogance and betrayal has landed her in the Institution. It is also extremely well-funded by many worldwide intelligence agencies and house only the most vicious criminals in the world. However... why is MC even here in the first place when murderers, arsonists, and overall deranged psychopaths occupy the cells of regular maximum-security prisons? Perhaps MC was in the wrong place at the wrong time and stumbled across something she shouldn't have known. Or perhaps she needs to find out why within the walls of the Institution.
  Wanna be a robot? *craving*

  IO: Intelligent Operating Systems
  Scifi, could be slice-of-life or darker, potential romance?
  
  Kinks Included - Master/slave, noncon, corruption/hypnosis, robots, 24/7 surveillance, humiliation, rough sex, magic, forced clotheswearing, leash and collar, monsters, or gangbangs/orgies​

  
  MC ends up running away from home or somehow her gas runs out leaving her stranded in the middle of a grimy cyberpunk-esque city. IO is a business program installed into an abandoned building designed to learn their partner's needs and adapt accordingly, but eventually, through a series of interactions, IO becomes more obsessed with MC. It is up to you whether IO takes a background, all-seeing role stuck in the building, or if IO is more of a tangible physical android. I am thinking there is a hypnosis and corruption aspect to it too, where IO brings out MC's pent-up desires.
  
  I also love the idea of an AI that controls the mainframe of MC's spaceship in a more pure scifi universe too! Note: I am also down to make this inspired by Robots and Lace. The artstyle and the robot boys? INCREDIBLY hot. Maybe we could do a plot with a human bounty hunter and their volatile robot boyfriend?~
  Cinderella**

  Cinderella
  Fairy tale adaptations, royalty, political intrigue, magic, curses, potentially darker themes ​

  
  A master thief has been charged with wrongfully assassinating the crown prince of her country and is now on the run. Conveniently for her, the prince of a distant country is holding a ball spanning several weeks for his hand. Those of all social standings are welcome… if you can get the prince to pay attention to you. He is absolutely flawless and women from every corner of the world are looking for his hand. Not only is he handsome and powerful, he is also the key to her innocence. Even if there doesn’t seem to be evidence for her innocence, simply being the prince’s betrothed will surely help her gain some leverage or start over with a new life, right?
  
  So this could go in lots of ways! I'm down for an FxF between two women that are vying for the prince that end up falling for each other. OR for the prince to end up being an extremely fucked up human being that sees through MC's guise. Or this can take place in an isekai/visual novel setting!
  Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend *craving*

  Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend
  Demons, robots, honestly any supernatural creature is fine, wholesome romance, first times, lots of humour, slice of life​

  
  MC is a pretty nerdy witch. Talented, but painfully shy. Deciding she's had enough, she summons a demon to be her significant other. This is pretty vague on purpose, but I want this to be a sweet, lighthearted story where the characters don't take themselves too seriously. Don't get me wrong, this can still be extremely kinky, but I think the fumbling romance between the two characters is paramount.
  
  Alternatively, MC could also be a nerdy robot developer that decides to build herself the perfect robot boyfriend/girlfriend.
  
  PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FXF IF YOU WANT TO ADAPT A PLOT OR ARE INTERESTED: Fx F or NB - Sad (Kinky) Storytelling Sapphics (searching for adv. lit players)
• (aka things I don't have a plot for, but would be happy to discuss)
  - Bad ends​

  - Playing a bunny girl
  - mutual obsession
  
  

  - Dimitri x F!Byleth (inspired by this - NSFW)*****, honestly I'm obsessed with FE and would probably roleplay OC/OC too
  - Game of Thrones
  - Seriously. Dragons and demons are on the top of the list. Bonus points if they're incubi/succubi
  - Neon Genesis Evangelion
  - Sailor Moon/Magical Girls*
  - Arranged marriages*
  - Superheroes (but in a morally grey way)​

  - Demon summonings/evil-meaning (or wholesome meaning) contracts
  - Enemies to Lovers
  - Hypnosis/Corruption
  - Robots and Lace
  - Persona 5: open to only OC/OC though
  - This is total wish fulfillment, but PLEASE I want something like this (VERY NSFW)
  - Space Travel
  - Slice of Life with some humour
  - bratty supervillain x gentle dom superhero
  
  

  - Unconventional romances*
  - Camgirls!*
  - Lovecraft genres*
  - Crime
  - Noir
  - Cyberpunk
  - Hitmen
  - Horror
  - Political intrigue**
  - Steampunk
  - Fairytale re-tellings**
  - Public use (craving chikan)
  - Scifi space adventures with lots of gangbangs***​

 

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request thread for when i play m/futaxf

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serial killer x final girl
reverse harems
male yanderes oomph

- interested in knife play?

i like playing as:
- dommy, violent guys that are tall and have tattoos (and also the audacity) <3
- maybe i'll try a soft dom? or like a dom that appears soft on first glance?

something inspired by the movie bones and all. god i love timothee chalamet when he chooses to do weird indie shit.

i have never seen jjk but the men all seem very hot.

"Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same"

- a discarded android/killing machine suddenly gets his memories back and is out for revenge on the woman that threw him away

INTRODUCTION
"A serenade fits a beautiful moonlit night."

Posting Length: 4 paragraph minimum - full out novel
Posting Speed: weekly - multiple times a day - you can post whenever though, no biggie.
CRAVING: For some reason or other, I'm looking to play a flirt!
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- ABOUT ME - - WRITING SAMPLES - - 'SERIOUS' PLOTS - - 'SILLY' PLOTS/MUSINGS - - MISC. CRAVINGS -

• Hey, I'm Song and this is my male characters thread! After a while of playing female characters, I figure I switch it up. I play all kinds of men, from sub to dom to anything in between! If you want my main thread, you're welcome to click on my signature!
  
  • I typically write about 500+ words though, it's not exactly uncommon of me to bring out an entire novel or go shorter depending on the context. I like descriptions of feelings, settings, actions, etc. I enjoy longer posts, so this is important!
  • I LOVE characters that drive the plot, often more than the greater plot/setting itself. Give me conflict, give me action, give me complex relationships that have far-reaching consequences to their world.
  • SPEAKING OF CHARACTERS: I tend to let my partner to their thing in terms of refs and the types of characters they enjoy playing with minor input on both sides.
  • I want some plot along with my smut, I like them to be interconnected. It all has to depend on the type of RP I plan to write. I don't really have a set plot/smut ratio.
  • I typically swing between two extremes: fucked-up toxic relationship dynamics to cute romances with low-stakes.
  • I don't play canons, I'm an OC x OC girl only, except for uhhh exceptions you can find on my cravings section!
  • My favourite genres are fantasy and sci-fi! I'm also a bit of a 'girly' nerd if that resonates with anyone lmao.
  • As for plot, I'm also very flexible and open to ideas. If you want to make up a name or important pieces of lore as you go, be my guest! I LOVE when a partner just surprises me with how creative on the spot they can get.
  • All of my ideas can be twisted and turned reasonably.
  • I write via threads or PMs (though I prefer PMs if we're not regular writers). Be prepared for lots of brainstorming, since I find that helps us get hyped for the RP.
  • I do have Discord but I'd prefer to reserve it for people I've written with for a while. OOC only though.
  • I also like to send music or memes that relate to the RP sometimes!
  • I consider myself to be pretty communicative, I don't have a strict preference for posting times, as long as you make it clear. Don't like something? Want the story to go in another direction? Let me know!
  • Seriously. If you're not someone that's willing to bounce ideas back and forth, we might not be compatible RP partners. Please communicate with me.
  • If our conversation/RP has fizzled out and you want to message me again, I'm always ready and willing to write again once I'm available! I'm very understanding and patient, so never hesitate to reach out. In other words - VERY ghost-friendly. Obviously, I would LOVE AND ADORE YOU if you let me know, but shit happens.
  PM me if you're interested, maybe even with an F-List, a writing sample, and with ideas of your own!
  
  And hey! I would LOVE if you read the whole thread, it's not a dealbreaker especially if you heed my cravings at the top and head to specific plots, buuut I can tell if you haven't, haha.
  
  Here's my F-List: F-list - Warning
  If it's not mentioned, feel free to ask!
• Here are some writing samples of mine, I can go higher or lower, but here are some comfy ranges:
  
  
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  Stating her and the Wyvern Rider Veilvel clashed was a grave understatement. Only another from Malth could wound her pride and her strength to this extent. The reason why was simple, even if Fynola was not fully aware. They both shared the pressures of strength that resulted from the fear of weakness. A deeper part of her could not be shocked that he refused her offer, even if part of his words stung.
  
  There was no need to point out the obvious, her armour was in shambles, even if neither her nor Barin appeared to sustain any wounds. Fynola became unable to fight alongside her comrades to the same extent as before due to a measly attack that wasn't even an attack. A cowardly aspect of her stayed close to the fortress to shield herself from the embarrassment if she had stayed outside of the fort to fight... under the pretense that she had been ordered to make sure the Legion commander got to the thrones safely.
  
  The dishonourable picked at weakness like Veilvel. Fynola held on tightly to her reins, a trademark of holding in any negative emotion for the young woman. She opened and closed her mouth in shock, watching him ride away with wide eyes that took the appearance of melting snow rather than ice.
  
  What had growing up in Malth taught any of them?
  
  An ugly pause took place as her knuckles turned white, old callouses beginning to burn from the friction against Barin's reins. The gryphon, as if sensing her discomfort, ruffled his feathers to draw her closer to his neck in a reassuring manner. At this point, praying to Aqua for his safety the way Fynola did with many of her comrades seemed about as useless as throwing snow onto ice hoping the ice melted. It had done little to calm her, as she suddenly escaped her pensive train of thought from the sound of a particularly distinct voice.
  
  Turning around, Fynola met eyes with an Alliance soldier, a Laguz, one with golden eyes and blonde hair. For a reason the gryphon rider could not explain, she was drawn to the woman's unique appearance. "Many allies have decided to retreat into the fort only until the beasts outside have been slain." She responded, almost faraway. "Do what you must and may Naga bless each soldier. However, I would take heed to remembering the mission at hand. Our commanders must be safe on the throne by all means necessary." Fynola nodded at her new comrade before listening to her own advice.
  
  "If I may...?" The woman gestured towards the keys the tiger carried before accepting them graciously into her hands. It was a nice reminder that some were still willing to be cooperative. "Thank you, soldier. My name... is Fynola." The Gryphon Rider felt an odd urge to partake in simple formalities, even in the heat of battle. There was a certain personal component that came with remembering your comrades as humans instead of fighting bags of flesh. Before the tiger could say much more, Barin flew off with the two keys into the fortress.
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  Lyanna hated him.
  
  She hated Vikiel's dashing smile, the way the tall man carried himself and the way they seemed to bounce back and forth from calculated interaction to another. As soon as the blonde laid eyes on him, Lyanna teased and complimented the man as if she was appeasing to the Goddess. With each accidental brush by, nothing had made him stutter. That was to be expected. The Dragonheart's Keep was a dangerous place. Lyanna had caught herself several times getting startled from a gentle breeze and closing the large window of her chambers. That was shortly before the King of House Astor had died, leaving the center of the realm vulnerable to attack or exploitation.
  
  Peasants and nobles insulted the House Astor, calling them the House of Asses behind closed doors and whispered lips. The King belonged to the arrogant family, whom had usurped the throne after another assassination of the late King before him. House Astor had been close to the Dragonheart's Keep for years as the Hand of the King, an entrusted advisor. Amassing large amounts of wealth and military support, they were a force to be reckoned with. Nonetheless, every noble realized the one on the throne was never the true ruler of the realm. To rule the realm, there was an element of subtlety involved. Subtlety, timing and the exact amount of luck.
  
  Shortly after the King Astor met his demise, children and their incompetent families had taken prime positions to the throne. One boy, by the name of Zachary Astor, was only 15 when he came to power. Selfish aunts swayed his 'decisions' while Zachary remained timid and soft. Privately, she thought that the only day he was able to properly rule would be the same day an assassin held a knife to his neck. There was one thing she was willing to admit about the poor boy. Unlike the others, he was intelligent in addition to being perceptive.
  
  On the other hand, Lyanna couldn't stand the others. The Astor siblings grew spoiled with the security of power and riches. Meanwhile the woman of House Gildenmere had remained unapproachable most of her childhood for her own safety. Every bite of dinner and boasting with their forced acquaintances made Lyanna's blood boil. However, there was one deadly positive and a negative to his death. Royal connections were one thing, but House Mallodar was another. Through what seemed like an endless amount of charm and empty promises on both the Mallodar's and Gildenmere's sides, they had earned their position as the closest thing to being on a royal court.
  
  Being in the court, as they called it, was a frightening experience. She was given her own chambers, her own handmaidens and was free to roam the Keep as much as she could. By the Gods, the woman even enjoyed her own bath and vanity. Despite the exceptional treatment, due to her own paranoia, Lyanna made sure that every letter she had written to her family was coded and delivered in the night in her own room. Vikiel's chambers were only five doors down and across. He was close enough that she swore she was able hear his breathing as he slept. While untrue, Vikiel sent tingles down her spine, both in intrigue and fear. The man's confidence drew her to him, yet incite feelings of fear every instance they locked eyes.
  
  His deep-set hazel to her own icy violet. Soon, another instance of this connection would occur again in an awe-inducing turn of events. Many years of plotting had come to this. Henry had been the most spoiled of the young children. Many evenings ago, the House Gildenmere had ordered an assassination on the young boy. To that, she responded with, "Gladly." Good riddance,the young woman had thought to himself. That was one less Ass with any guarantee for the throne. If Lyanna played her cards right, the chance of prosperity would soon increase.
  
  That midnight, there she was. The Dragonheart's Keep possessed a strange shortcut that led to the young boy's chambers. Through the overgrown garden and into another stairway, his room was in a tower. Secluded, it meant with high risk meant high rewards. The guards had did not guard the gardens at night for obvious reasons. On top of that, no one would think to check the gardens for enemies, nor would any enemies desire entering the gardens. The Astors never bothered to tend to the flora, leaving many large rose bushes and trees to conceal any shadows. It resembled a forest in its own right, even more so as Lyanna made her way deep through the trees.
  
  Her heart raced as she concealed her graceful form within the beautiful flowers, her senses sensitive to the slightest of disturbances. Suddenly, Lyanna heard a rustle through the leaves. Her hand reached for the dagger as she stepped forward. It was foolish to dress in her usual getup of gold and silk. The woman opted for a dark, hooded robe, a masquerade mask to cover her sharp features and a flowing white linen dress for movement. On her waist tied a burlap sack with various weapons and poison. Without any fear present, she walked in the direction of the noise.
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  Did it have to be her? Of all people, of all pilots?
  
  Of course it was. She was recovering from previous injuries, yet they were less severe than the pilot originally deployed to tackle ISHMAEL had. Yua had no friends or close relations to speak of, but even a socially inept loner could discern the jealous gazes of her peers. They caught on to the targeted praise of their field captains, even behind closed doors.
  
  She knew it wasn't wholly jealousy though. The captains would never place a pilot of Yua's caliber on a lower level target. Which meant the missions normally assigned were often life-threatening more than not. And the other pilots knew this.
  
  To them, she was unapproachable. To glance at her through semi-opaque barriers was nothing new to them.
  
  And yet, she tried desperately to change their perceptions of her, only for her to realize its futility. What she failed to foresee was her gesture being taken the opposite way. A showoff, an egotist, a know-it-all. It was just like Yua to waste her time on a lower level threat, to teach them all a lesson. Who did she think she was?
  
  Their remarks were completely silenced following the aftermath of Angel004.
  
  

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  "Wake up now dear,"
  
  She found herself naked, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her back against the hard ceramic of the tub, the water nearly completely submerging her petite frame. The first thing Yua noted was her pounding headache as she struggled to find her mental footing.
  
  A synaptic static attack, Yua recalled one of her captains yelling through the speaker of her unit. Her dark eyes were heavy, and she immediately noticed her glasses were missing. And yet, there her surroundings were in all their vivid glory.
  
  She often dreamed of a space like this. Luxurious and all hers, unlike the minimal pilot housing NERV provided. The windows had given her a reality check. From the left window, Yua recalled the muffled exclamations of her peers, and yet all she could see was a dimmed hospital room. Not a flower or card in sight. Yua could feel bile rising in her throat as her nails dug into the skin of her leg.
  
  The sensation of which allowed her to recall that she could indeed move her body. Yua turned her head past the man to take in her surroundings. The bleak scene of the first window caused her to disregard the second view of the beach as a hallucination, likening it to a tacky painting. It wasn't that she was deliberately ignoring Tatsuya, her brain simply needed to process the least taxing part of her visions first.
  
  Though, he was hard to ignore. "Ishmael?" Yua called out to him. Instead of an Angel, he looked more like a prince. It was upon gazing at his handsome figure that the pilot realized she was naked. Yua attempted to make herself smaller, but against all better judgement, she did not feel afraid. Biting her lip to fight off social instinct, she let out a resigned sigh. After all, it might be the only reprieve she'd get from her own reality.
  
  "I'm corrupted, aren't I?" She asked, with a slight tone of disgust. "I suppose it was naive to think it couldn't happen to me. Do you know what will happen to me? What they're saying about me?"
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  Here they stood as Mejiro presented her with a fundamental difference that would forever build a wall between them.
  
  God had chosen them?
  
  Yua felt bile rise to the top of her throat. If God had chosen her for a purpose, what wrong could she have done in her past life to deserve such a fate? The sentiment alone jarred her and emerged a feeling of disgust that refused to be ignored despite being truly incomprehensible.
  
  "Stop it." Yua said, with a tone of urgency that scared her. It suddenly became hard to breathe, as if she began to finally understand the injustice of her position. Of NERV, of being a pilot, of being exploited like fodder, and finally, of the delusions that helped them survive day to day.
  
  It was then that she realized something very important: if one was to be a pilot, the one thing they couldn't afford to have was a sense of proportion.
  
  In fact, the rest of his statements fell on deaf ears. Instead of accepting his arm, she felt repulsed. The pilot grabbed his arm to turn him to face her, and as a result, stopping the world around them. "You have no idea how stupid you look right now." She blurted, not seeming to care about anybody watching them closely.
  
  It was then that the injuries Ishmael had given her over a week prior she had ignored for so long had resurfaced, an overwhelming ache overtaking her chest.
  
  It hurt.
  
  "You're right. I'm not 'fine' or 'okay'. I don't think I'll ever expect to be otherwise." Yua had heard enough and the truth of his intentions was hanging in the air.
  
  "I think I understand why you're here now." With a resigned sigh, she let go of his arm and looked towards the asphalt. "I'm sorry. You will never get to know me better, or in the way you want to know me."
  
  Yua turned around, all adrenaline, and started running.
• Wanna be a robot? *craving*

  IO: Intelligent Operating Systems
  Scifi, could be slice-of-life or darker, potential romance?
  
  Kinks Included - Master/slave, noncon, corruption/hypnosis, robots, 24/7 surveillance, humiliation, rough sex, magic, forced clotheswearing, leash and collar, monsters, or gangbangs/orgies​

  
  MC ends up running away from home or somehow her gas runs out leaving her stranded in the middle of a grimy cyberpunk-esque city. IO is a business program installed into an abandoned building designed to learn their partner's needs and adapt accordingly, but eventually, through a series of interactions, IO becomes more obsessed with MC. It is up to you whether IO takes a background, all-seeing role stuck in the building, or if IO is more of a tangible physical android. I am thinking there is a hypnosis and corruption aspect to it too, where IO brings out MC's pent-up desires.
  
  I also love the idea of an AI that controls the mainframe of MC's spaceship in a more pure scifi universe too!
  
  Note: I am also down to make this inspired by Robots and Lace. The artstyle and the robot boys? INCREDIBLY hot. Maybe we could do a plot with a human bounty hunter and their volatile robot boyfriend?~
  
  OR a discarded android is on a manhunt for the engineer that threw them away?
  Cinderella**

  Cinderella
  Fairy tale adaptations, royalty, political intrigue, magic, curses, potentially darker themes ​

  
  A master thief has been charged with wrongfully assassinating the crown prince of her country and is now on the run. Conveniently for her, the prince of a distant country is holding a ball spanning several weeks for his hand. Those of all social standings are welcome… if you can get the prince to pay attention to you. He is absolutely flawless and women from every corner of the world are looking for his hand. Not only is he handsome and powerful, he is also the key to her innocence. Even if there doesn’t seem to be evidence for her innocence, simply being the prince’s betrothed will surely help her gain some leverage or start over with a new life, right?
  
  So this could go in lots of ways! I'm down for an FxF between two women that are vying for the prince that end up falling for each other. OR for the prince to end up being an extremely fucked up human being that sees through MC's guise. Or this can take place in an isekai/visual novel setting!
  
  PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FXF IF YOU WANT TO ADAPT A PLOT OR ARE INTERESTED: Fx F or NB - Sad (Kinky) Storytelling Sapphics (searching for adv. lit players)
  
  ^^ admittedly, I am a bit biased towards female writers. so please check this out if none of these tickle your muse!
• By silly, I mean, I'm looking for lighthearted comedies, sweet romances, and clever writers that care about their characters but also aren't afraid to not take themselves too seriously! There can still be lots of drama, as long as the scope is small and the stakes are low! Nothing world-ending here. Or if they're living in a shitty cyberpunk city, the big bad megacorps are just the reality and not the heart of the story.
  
  
  Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend *craving*

  Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend
  Demons, robots, honestly any supernatural creature is fine, wholesome romance, first times, lots of humour, slice of life​

  
  MC is a pretty nerdy witch. Talented, but painfully shy. Deciding she's had enough, she summons a demon to be her significant other. This is pretty vague on purpose, but I want this to be a sweet, lighthearted story where the characters don't take themselves too seriously. Don't get me wrong, this can still be extremely kinky, but I think the fumbling romance between the two characters is paramount.
  
  Alternatively, MC could also be a nerdy robot developer that decides to build herself the perfect robot boyfriend/girlfriend.
  The Midnight Cafe

  The Midnight Cafe
  Cyberpunk meets supernatural, crime, noir, slice of life, based lightly off VA-11 HALL-A​

  
  Oh, the Midnight Cafe is located in the busiest streets and alleyways of [ENTER CYBERPUNK CITY HERE]. During the night, strange supernatural creatures frequent the club for a nice taste of human flesh or debaucherous desires like vampires, demons, witches, fairies, you name it. During other times in the day, most tend to have magical glamours, but what if a human with a gift of seeing past glamours is discovered? Looking for this to also just be a cute tale about supernatural characters trying to make a living hahaha.
  
  Other Plot Concepts - we can flesh this out together
  I'M REALLY CRAVING ANY OF THESE PLEASEEEE SOMEBODY.
  
  • arranged marriages where the princess marries a prince so she can focus on her love of collecting toy horses or vintage watches or something
  • cartoon villain-core, like a supervillain that sucks at being evil, or a hero that sucks at being good, based on this playlist
  • stupid stupid predicaments
  • slice of life that glamourizes the boring stuff
  • isekai but shitty and also you're broke
  • supernatural characters put in very unsupernatural undramatic situations
  • something like one punch man or mob psycho where a character is very powerful but very bored or socially awkward and the focus of the character is about trying to live like a regular person (nothing in high school that period was traumatizing enough for me thanks)
  • assassination classroom but cute and wholesome (sakamoto days)
  • unconventional/unwilling roommates
  • uninspired and grumpy writer or artist x supernatural creature, maybe they were roommates aww!
  • forced proximity (LOVE this trope)
  • a ship pilot + mechanic are stuck in a small spacecraft and have to make their way back home. low-stakes small side adventures ensue.
  • former cooking prodigy and newly turned vampire struggles to rediscover their passion after having lost her taste
  • clothing designer/tailor x superhero or supervillain
  • bratty supervillain x gentle dom superhero
  • fae/genie x human
  • wholesome harvest moon rp anyone?
  I can do silly pretty seriously, here's a sample starter (demon summoning in the mid-2000s).
  
  
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  And who cares? Divine intervention
  I wanna be praised from a new perspective​

  
  Catalina Santos drew the final touches of a summoning rune on the white tile. A keyboard phone was among piles of papers and a cumbersome laptop she carried everywhere. The setting seemed normal enough; a typical college student laying on the floor of a cheap dorm room studying with her notes splayed out on the floor. The rest of her surroundings would agree, with posters of boys in bands and pieces of media popular for the time. A bulletin board on a wall was pinned with polaroids of smiling friends. Fairy lights were strung along the cinderblocks, giving the drab room an innocent glow.
  
  However, upon closer inspection through her papers would find a rather eclectic arrangement: etches of ancient texts, advertisements for dating websites, and bright red demonic symbols were sloppily drawn with her blood.
  
  The only thing that seemed normal was her laptop browser was pulled to a rather ordinary social media feed. In reality, it was her central motivation and her main conduit for information.
  
  Before she could begin the ritual, she pressed the refresh button one last time. A couple notification sounds dinged in response, mostly likes and comments on her recent complaint about her latest programming class. No messages.
  
  Cat pouted. She thought this was the post that could have gotten his attention.
  
  Though the poor student was no stranger to things not panning out for her socially, no matter how hard she tried. Having been an antisocial freak all throughout high school, she was still in braces and tank tops while the rest of her classmates were filling out bra cups the size of her fist. She hadn't had a boyfriend or even a kiss or a hand-hold to speak for an entire 4 years. Not to mention balancing work with high school to support her single mother also left her out from any after-school hangouts.
  
  One scholarship and job opportunity later, Cat thought she would reach her peak and make up for lost time. For the most part, it was successful. She learned a modicum of makeup and even made friends. Her body had also came into its own, filling out curves along her petite body, even if they were covered with hoodies and loose cardigans.
  
  But there was something... missing.
  
  Relationship Status: Single.
  
  Soon, she mused, staring blankly at the glow of her screen. It will be over. It was one of the last things to check off her list before she could consider her college experience complete and Cat was never one to give up when her mind was set on something. In fact, it was the opposite.
  
  For months to almost a year, she delved into her research. She started with self-help books and love advice from random forums throughout the web, even subscribing to the mailing lists of love gurus before that was a dud. Then there was social media pages, stumbling across dating websites and communities. That was practically a lawless no man's land, with unsolicited pictures and invitations to meet in alleyways or seedy biker clubs.
  
  Though, the old adage of third times the charm rang true in her case. The Goldilocks of her search for a boyfriend: microblogging. Catalina even became a minor celebrity in her search for a man that would fulfill her desires. But as these blogs tended to go... it didn't take long before she stumbled across witchcraft and the supernatural. She even tried some of the minor spells to boost her grades to test their legitimacy and was met with resounding success. The more she upped the ante, the more convinced she became.
  
  A few articles and sketchy advertisements later, she found a promising ritual that would summon the man of her dreams. While the same sources offered alternatives for phone number lines or email forms, Catalina preferred a more... personal medium as opposed to exchanging any vulnerable information that could put her at risk.
  
  She knelt in front of the rune, drawn with a silver chalk with a thorny heart in the center, chanting slowly and awkwardly in an ancient Latin-esque language. She had memorized the pronunciation by heart and practiced in front of her mirror multiple times before the real thing. Then she waited, slowly stepping away for her potential boyfriend to enter.
  
  "Huh... I thought I had the incantation just right." The brunette huffed. She checked her phone for the steps again, her mouth molding into a confused frown. "Oh, duh!" Cat grabbed the silver knife and pricked along the upper side of her forearm, waiting patiently as the blood dripped down onto the center of the silver rune, filling the heart in the center.
  
  "Guess it'll be the last time I'll be able to use virgin blood for spells, eh?"
• (aka things I don't have a plot for, but would be happy to discuss)
  - Playing a bunny girl (think Vieras from Final Fantasy)!! I'll always somehow fit this into a setting lmao.
  - MUTUAL OBSESSION
  - Dimitri x F!Byleth (inspired by this - NSFW)*, honestly I'm obsessed with FE and would probably roleplay OC/OC too
  - Game of Thrones
  - Witches?
  - Neon Genesis Evangelion
  - Sailor Moon/Magical Girls
  - Arranged marriages (but please give me a twist)
  - Superheroes (but in a morally grey way)
  - Demon summonings/evil-meaning (or wholesome meaning) contracts
  - Enemies to Lovers
  - Hypnosis/Corruption
  - Robots and Lace
  - Persona 5: open to only OC/OC though
  - Space Travel
  - Camgirls!
  - Lovecraft genres
  - Crime
  - Noir
  - Cyberpunk
  - Hitmen
  - Horror
  - Political intrigue
  - Steampunk
  - Fairytale re-tellings
  - Scifi space adventures​

 

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INTRODUCTION
"I won't let anyone destroy a person's, no, even a kitty's chance at romance. I am Sailor Mars, champion of the lovelorn. Leave those cats alone."

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Posting Length: 4 paragraph minimum - full out novel (comfortably 300 to 1000+ words)
Posting Speed: at worst a couple of days (I recently came across a LOT of time on my hands), at best a couple times a day
CRAVING: Something cute, cozy, and whimsical. Preferably scifi or fantasy - check out my silly musings! I might not respond to you if you suggest something that's not lighthearted.
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- ABOUT ME - - WRITING SAMPLES - - 'SERIOUS' PLOTS - - 'SILLY' PLOTS/MUSINGS - - CHARACTERS I ENJOY - - MISC THINGS I ENJOY -

• I'm Song or Mars (she/they), my favourite ice cream flavour is raspberry white chocolate and I like platform shoes, obsessing over makeup, and watching video essays. I play switch-leaning submissives - mostly females but I like playing my share of toxic men from time to time (but that's for another upcoming search thread), and prefer my partners to write more dominant or switchy characters.
  
  • I typically write about 500+ words though, it's not exactly uncommon of me to bring out an entire novel or go shorter depending on the context. I like descriptions of feelings, settings, actions, etc. I enjoy longer posts, so this is important!
  • I LOVE characters that drive the plot, often more than the greater plot/setting itself. Give me conflict, give me action, give me complex relationships that have far-reaching consequences to their world.
  • SPEAKING OF CHARACTERS: I tend to let my partner to their thing in terms of refs and the types of characters they enjoy playing with minor input on both sides.
    • I do shamelessly love a size difference, with MC being the smaller one though.
  • I want some plot along with my smut, I like them to be interconnected. It all has to depend on the type of RP I plan to write. Basically, I don't have a set plot/smut ratio.
  • I typically swing between two extremes: fucked-up toxic relationship dynamics to cute romances with low-stakes.
  • I don't play canons, I'm an OC x OC girl only.
  • As for plot, I'm also very flexible and open to ideas. If you want to make up a name or important pieces of lore as you go, be my guest! I LOVE when a partner just surprises me with how creative on the spot they can get.
  • I write via threads or PMs (though I prefer PMs if we're not regular writers).
  • I do have Discord but I'd prefer to reserve it for people I've written with for a while. OOC only though.
  • I also like to send music or memes that relate to the RP sometimes!
  • I consider myself to be pretty communicative, I don't have a strict preference for posting times, as long as you make it clear. Don't like something? Want the story to go in another direction? Have any fun ideas in your brain? Let me know!
  • If our conversation/RP has fizzled out and you want to message me again, I'm always ready and willing to write again once I'm available, so never hesitate to reach out! In other words - VERY ghost-friendly. Obviously, I would LOVE AND ADORE YOU if you let me know, but shit happens.
  PM me if you're interested, maybe even with an F-List, a writing sample, and with ideas of your own!
  
  And hey! I would LOVE if you read the whole thread, it's not a dealbreaker especially if you heed my cravings at the top and head to specific plots, buuut I can tell if you haven't, haha.
  
  Here's my F-List: F-list - Warning
  If it's not mentioned, feel free to ask!
• Here are some writing samples of mine, I can go higher or lower, but here are some comfy ranges:
  
  
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  Stating her and the Wyvern Rider Veilvel clashed was a grave understatement. Only another from Malth could wound her pride and her strength to this extent. The reason why was simple, even if Fynola was not fully aware. They both shared the pressures of strength that resulted from the fear of weakness. A deeper part of her could not be shocked that he refused her offer, even if part of his words stung.
  
  There was no need to point out the obvious, her armour was in shambles, even if neither her nor Barin appeared to sustain any wounds. Fynola became unable to fight alongside her comrades to the same extent as before due to a measly attack that wasn't even an attack. A cowardly aspect of her stayed close to the fortress to shield herself from the embarrassment if she had stayed outside of the fort to fight... under the pretense that she had been ordered to make sure the Legion commander got to the thrones safely.
  
  The dishonourable picked at weakness like Veilvel. Fynola held on tightly to her reins, a trademark of holding in any negative emotion for the young woman. She opened and closed her mouth in shock, watching him ride away with wide eyes that took the appearance of melting snow rather than ice.
  
  What had growing up in Malth taught any of them?
  
  An ugly pause took place as her knuckles turned white, old callouses beginning to burn from the friction against Barin's reins. The gryphon, as if sensing her discomfort, ruffled his feathers to draw her closer to his neck in a reassuring manner. At this point, praying to Aqua for his safety the way Fynola did with many of her comrades seemed about as useless as throwing snow onto ice hoping the ice melted. It had done little to calm her, as she suddenly escaped her pensive train of thought from the sound of a particularly distinct voice.
  
  Turning around, Fynola met eyes with an Alliance soldier, a Laguz, one with golden eyes and blonde hair. For a reason the gryphon rider could not explain, she was drawn to the woman's unique appearance. "Many allies have decided to retreat into the fort only until the beasts outside have been slain." She responded, almost faraway. "Do what you must and may Naga bless each soldier. However, I would take heed to remembering the mission at hand. Our commanders must be safe on the throne by all means necessary." Fynola nodded at her new comrade before listening to her own advice.
  
  "If I may...?" The woman gestured towards the keys the tiger carried before accepting them graciously into her hands. It was a nice reminder that some were still willing to be cooperative. "Thank you, soldier. My name... is Fynola." The Gryphon Rider felt an odd urge to partake in simple formalities, even in the heat of battle. There was a certain personal component that came with remembering your comrades as humans instead of fighting bags of flesh. Before the tiger could say much more, Barin flew off with the two keys into the fortress.
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  Did it have to be her? Of all people, of all pilots?
  
  Of course it was. She was recovering from previous injuries, yet they were less severe than the pilot originally deployed to tackle ISHMAEL had. Yua had no friends or close relations to speak of, but even a socially inept loner could discern the jealous gazes of her peers. They caught on to the targeted praise of their field captains, even behind closed doors.
  
  She knew it wasn't wholly jealousy though. The captains would never place a pilot of Yua's caliber on a lower level target. Which meant the missions normally assigned were often life-threatening more than not. And the other pilots knew this.
  
  To them, she was unapproachable. To glance at her through semi-opaque barriers was nothing new to them.
  
  And yet, she tried desperately to change their perceptions of her, only for her to realize its futility. What she failed to foresee was her gesture being taken the opposite way. A showoff, an egotist, a know-it-all. It was just like Yua to waste her time on a lower level threat, to teach them all a lesson. Who did she think she was?
  
  Their remarks were completely silenced following the aftermath of Angel004.
  
  

  ---

  
  "Wake up now dear,"
  
  She found herself naked, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her back against the hard ceramic of the tub, the water nearly completely submerging her petite frame. The first thing Yua noted was her pounding headache as she struggled to find her mental footing.
  
  A synaptic static attack, Yua recalled one of her captains yelling through the speaker of her unit. Her dark eyes were heavy, and she immediately noticed her glasses were missing. And yet, there her surroundings were in all their vivid glory.
  
  She often dreamed of a space like this. Luxurious and all hers, unlike the minimal pilot housing NERV provided. The windows had given her a reality check. From the left window, Yua recalled the muffled exclamations of her peers, and yet all she could see was a dimmed hospital room. Not a flower or card in sight. Yua could feel bile rising in her throat as her nails dug into the skin of her leg.
  
  The sensation of which allowed her to recall that she could indeed move her body. Yua turned her head past the man to take in her surroundings. The bleak scene of the first window caused her to disregard the second view of the beach as a hallucination, likening it to a tacky painting. It wasn't that she was deliberately ignoring Tatsuya, her brain simply needed to process the least taxing part of her visions first.
  
  Though, he was hard to ignore. "Ishmael?" Yua called out to him. Instead of an Angel, he looked more like a prince. It was upon gazing at his handsome figure that the pilot realized she was naked. Yua attempted to make herself smaller, but against all better judgement, she did not feel afraid. Biting her lip to fight off social instinct, she let out a resigned sigh. After all, it might be the only reprieve she'd get from her own reality.
  
  "I'm corrupted, aren't I?" She asked, with a slight tone of disgust. "I suppose it was naive to think it couldn't happen to me. Do you know what will happen to me? What they're saying about me?"
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  Here they stood as Mejiro presented her with a fundamental difference that would forever build a wall between them.
  
  God had chosen them?
  
  Yua felt bile rise to the top of her throat. If God had chosen her for a purpose, what wrong could she have done in her past life to deserve such a fate? The sentiment alone jarred her and emerged a feeling of disgust that refused to be ignored despite being truly incomprehensible.
  
  "Stop it." Yua said, with a tone of urgency that scared her. It suddenly became hard to breathe, as if she began to finally understand the injustice of her position. Of NERV, of being a pilot, of being exploited like fodder, and finally, of the delusions that helped them survive day to day.
  
  It was then that she realized something very important: if one was to be a pilot, the one thing they couldn't afford to have was a sense of proportion.
  
  In fact, the rest of his statements fell on deaf ears. Instead of accepting his arm, she felt repulsed. The pilot grabbed his arm to turn him to face her, and as a result, stopping the world around them. "You have no idea how stupid you look right now." She blurted, not seeming to care about anybody watching them closely.
  
  It was then that the injuries Ishmael had given her over a week prior she had ignored for so long had resurfaced, an overwhelming ache overtaking her chest.
  
  It hurt.
  
  "You're right. I'm not 'fine' or 'okay'. I don't think I'll ever expect to be otherwise." Yua had heard enough and the truth of his intentions was hanging in the air.
  
  "I think I understand why you're here now." With a resigned sigh, she let go of his arm and looked towards the asphalt. "I'm sorry. You will never get to know me better, or in the way you want to know me."
  
  Yua turned around, all adrenaline, and started running.
  NSFW - KNIFE/BLOODPLAY/NONCON/VIOLENCE

  Stupid, slithery, slimy snake.
  
  She chanted those four words as he traced his mark onto her body. If she moved an inch, she knew that the serpent would not hesitate to sink the blade deeper into her flesh and incapacitate her further. Yichen watched as her attacker stripped her down with her own knife, revealing her pale tattooed flesh.
  
  Under the dim and distant streetlights, she could see the steel glint with her initials on the blade. He wasn't gentle either, his strikes were precise and struck at spots that would trigger her scarlet nectar without causing dangerous injury. Though to the herbivore, the smell alone nearly caused her to vomit. With horrified eyes, she watched him slip her blade into his mouth, his unsettling tongue lapping every drop with disturbing accuracy.
  
  To make things even more frustrating, her legs were barely budging an inch under his grasp. Yichen was naked and numb from the waist down, her greatest weapons laying uselessly below her with the rest of the sequined cloth. She knew that the instant her legs worked, she'd outpace him by miles. While the bunny was no stranger to being naked or even copulating in public, there would be no chance that escape would ever be this easy.
  
  As if they were returning to their base animal instincts, she wasn't sure if she was going to be fucked or devoured or whether they'd happen in succession in whichever order. Of course, he wouldn't be the only predator kin that played with his food. The way he tasted the blood along her pierced breasts was practically sexual, as if he was edging himself to the act. "Fucking freak." Yichen spat back at his remark, feeling as if she was being placed on a dissection table.
  
  She really hoped the venom would dissipate before he could edge downwards. Parts of her dress still laid loosely around her waist and free of blood.
  
  She nearly wanted to bite his hand when his cold digits pried her mouth open. The bunny relented with a strong enough grip, her jaw straining to the point that once his own saliva mixed with her own drool. His poison tasted sweet but sickeningly so, similar to a cough syrup. It was the kind of flavour that forced one to taste every detail on the way down before leaving a long-lasting aftertaste.
  
  Their pooled saliva inevitably dripped onto her bloody chest. The electric shock and subsequent short-circuiting happened in seconds. With another surprised scream, she convulsed as the venom entered her bloodstream. Yichen coughed out the venom, choking on her own saliva and inadvertently spreading it to more areas of her body.
  
  The rabbit was tiny compared to the snake's strong grasp, who held her down as she shook, carving his name above her pierced nipple. She cried in both pain and pleasure as he marked his property. To her, it was a degrading scar; resembling a slave brand.
  
  A mark for revenge.
  
  She hissed in pain, her eyes watering as her head felt lighter than air. Yichen fought with every muscle in her body again, taking all of her willpower to not black out. She glared at him with an unprecedented hatred, blinking away tears as the bright flash from his camera hit her face. For a brief moment, she wished she was a fellow hunter species so she could bare her fangs and tear into his neck, wanting to feel for herself how satisfying the taste of blood could be.
• BIG FAT WIP
  
  
  Sex, Education *not interested unless you make a really good case for this OR include a couple plot candies in the mix*

  
  Sex, Education
  University, slice of life, free use
  
  Kinks Included - Casualness, roughness, public humiliation, teacherxstudent (optional), sex toys, objectification, exhibitionism, masturbation, filming/photography, I NEED THIS TO HAVE PLOT​

  
  MC is a girl that has enrolled into a prestigious private university (NO HIGH SCHOOL) for magic and to say her grades were suffering was an understatement. Little did she know, all of the students except for her (an absolute virgin) are total sexual deviants! In order to receive extra credit, MC decides to volunteer for her school's sexual education and relief programs and soon undergoes training to help make her school environment as welcoming as possible. This can even be in a linear format, with certain school festival ideas, spring breaks, study periods, and final projects along the way. Will she make friends, lovers, enemies, or even pass the semester?
  
  I'm also willing for this to take a Harry Potter magic university type angle.
  
  
  Wanna be a robot? *craving*

  IO: Intelligent Operating Systems
  Scifi, could be slice-of-life or darker, potential romance?
  
  Kinks Included - Master/slave, noncon, corruption/hypnosis, robots, 24/7 surveillance, humiliation, rough sex, magic, forced clotheswearing, leash and collar, monsters, or gangbangs/orgies​

  
  MC ends up running away from home or somehow her gas runs out leaving her stranded in the middle of a grimy cyberpunk-esque city. IO is a business program installed into an abandoned building designed to learn their partner's needs and adapt accordingly, but eventually, through a series of interactions, IO becomes more obsessed with MC. It is up to you whether IO takes a background, all-seeing role stuck in the building, or if IO is more of a tangible physical android. I am thinking there is a hypnosis and corruption aspect to it too, where IO brings out MC's pent-up desires.
  
  I also love the idea of an AI that controls the mainframe of MC's spaceship in a more pure scifi universe too!
  
  Note: I am also down to make this inspired by Robots and Lace. The artstyle and the robot boys? INCREDIBLY hot. Maybe we could do a plot with a human bounty hunter and their volatile robot boyfriend?~
  
  OR a discarded android is on a manhunt for the engineer that threw them away?
  Cinderella**

  Cinderella
  Fairy tale adaptations, royalty, political intrigue, magic, curses, potentially darker themes ​

  
  A master thief has been charged with wrongfully assassinating the crown prince of her country and is now on the run. Conveniently for her, the prince of a distant country is holding a ball spanning several weeks for his hand. Those of all social standings are welcome… if you can get the prince to pay attention to you. He is absolutely flawless and women from every corner of the world are looking for his hand. Not only is he handsome and powerful, he is also the key to her innocence. Even if there doesn’t seem to be evidence for her innocence, simply being the prince’s betrothed will surely help her gain some leverage or start over with a new life, right?
  
  So this could go in lots of ways! I'm down for an FxF between two women that are vying for the prince that end up falling for each other. OR for the prince to end up being an extremely fucked up human being that sees through MC's guise. Or this can take place in an isekai/visual novel setting!
  
  PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FXF IF YOU WANT TO ADAPT A PLOT OR ARE INTERESTED: Fx F or NB - Sad (Kinky) Storytelling Sapphics (searching for adv. lit players)
  
  ^^ admittedly, I am a bit biased towards female writers. so please check this out if none of these tickle your muse!
• By silly, I mean, I'm looking for lighthearted comedies, sweet romances, and clever writers that care about their characters but also aren't afraid to not take themselves too seriously! There can still be lots of drama, as long as the scope is small and the stakes are low! Nothing world-ending here. Or if they're living in a shitty cyberpunk city, the big bad megacorps are just the reality and not the heart of the story.
  
  Musical Muse Alert:
  AKA maybe someone wants to plot with me based on these cute song lyrics?
  
  "It's kinda like a weird first date
  Which is why we really ought to have more booze"
  
  
  Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend *taken for now*

  Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend
  Demons, robots, honestly any supernatural creature is fine, wholesome romance, first times, lots of humour, slice of life​

  
  MC is a pretty nerdy witch. Talented, but painfully shy. Deciding she's had enough, she summons a demon to be her significant other. This is pretty vague on purpose, but I want this to be a sweet, lighthearted story where the characters don't take themselves too seriously. Don't get me wrong, this can still be extremely kinky, but I think the fumbling romance between the two characters is paramount.
  
  Alternatively, MC could also be a nerdy robot developer that decides to build herself the perfect robot boyfriend/girlfriend.
  The Midnight Cafe

  The Midnight Cafe
  Cyberpunk meets supernatural, noir, slice of life, based lightly off VA-11 HALL-A​

  
  Oh, the Midnight Cafe is located in the busiest streets and alleyways of [ENTER CYBERPUNK CITY HERE]. During the night, strange supernatural creatures frequent the club for a nice taste of human flesh or debaucherous desires like vampires, demons, witches, fairies, you name it. During other times in the day, most tend to have magical glamours, but what if a human with a gift of seeing past glamours is discovered?
  
  Looking for this to also just be a cute tale about supernatural characters trying to make a living hahaha. The Midnight Cafe could just as easily be like... a vampire coffee shop if you want.
  
  Other Plot Concepts - we can flesh this out together
  I'M REALLY CRAVING ANY OF THESE PLEASEEEE SOMEBODY.
  
  • arranged marriages where the princess marries a prince so she can focus on her love of collecting toy horses or vintage watches or something
  • something akatsuki no yona style - with childhood friends, unexpected political twists, and a fantasy questline with some prophecies!
  • a succubi/incubi having their first time with the human that summoned them (willing to play either role)
  • peace negotiations, violet evergarden-esque between two kingdoms, attempting to rebuild what was lost
  • a ghost-hunting duo, mob psycho 100 style
  • okay... hear me out, steampunk airship adventures.
  • childhood friends that meet again, both having changed dramatically (combine this with something else though)
  • blind dates that go too well?
  • cartoon villain-core, like a supervillain that sucks at being evil, or a hero that sucks at being good, based on this playlist
  • stupid stupid predicaments
  • slice of life that glamourizes the boring stuff
  • isekai but shitty and also you're broke
  • supernatural characters put in very unsupernatural undramatic situations
  • something like one punch man or mob psycho where a character is very powerful but very bored or socially awkward and the focus of the character is about trying to live like a regular person (nothing in high school that period was traumatizing enough for me thanks)
  • assassination classroom but cute and wholesome (think sakamoto days)
  • unconventional/unwilling roommates
  • uninspired and grumpy writer or artist x supernatural creature, maybe they were roommates aww!
  • forced proximity (LOVE this trope)
  • a ship pilot + mechanic are stuck in a small spacecraft and have to make their way back home. low-stakes small side adventures ensue.
  • former cooking prodigy and newly turned vampire struggles to rediscover their passion after having lost her taste
  • clothing designer/tailor x superhero or supervillain
  • bratty supervillain x gentle dom superhero
  • fae/genie x human
  • wholesome harvest moon rp anyone?
  I can do silly pretty seriously, here's a sample starter (demon summoning in the mid-2000s).
  
  
  Starter

  And who cares? Divine intervention
  I wanna be praised from a new perspective​

  
  Catalina Santos drew the final touches of a summoning rune on the white tile. A keyboard phone was among piles of papers and a cumbersome laptop she carried everywhere. The setting seemed normal enough; a typical college student laying on the floor of a cheap dorm room studying with her notes splayed out on the floor. The rest of her surroundings would agree, with posters of boys in bands and pieces of media popular for the time. A bulletin board on a wall was pinned with polaroids of smiling friends. Fairy lights were strung along the cinderblocks, giving the drab room an innocent glow.
  
  However, upon closer inspection through her papers would find a rather eclectic arrangement: etches of ancient texts, advertisements for dating websites, and bright red demonic symbols were sloppily drawn with her blood.
  
  The only thing that seemed normal was her laptop browser was pulled to a rather ordinary social media feed. In reality, it was her central motivation and her main conduit for information.
  
  Before she could begin the ritual, she pressed the refresh button one last time. A couple notification sounds dinged in response, mostly likes and comments on her recent complaint about her latest programming class. No messages.
  
  Cat pouted. She thought this was the post that could have gotten his attention.
  
  Though the poor student was no stranger to things not panning out for her socially, no matter how hard she tried. Having been an antisocial freak all throughout high school, she was still in braces and tank tops while the rest of her classmates were filling out bra cups the size of her fist. She hadn't had a boyfriend or even a kiss or a hand-hold to speak for an entire 4 years. Not to mention balancing work with high school to support her single mother also left her out from any after-school hangouts.
  
  One scholarship and job opportunity later, Cat thought she would reach her peak and make up for lost time. For the most part, it was successful. She learned a modicum of makeup and even made friends. Her body had also came into its own, filling out curves along her petite body, even if they were covered with hoodies and loose cardigans.
  
  But there was something... missing.
  
  Relationship Status: Single.
  
  Soon, she mused, staring blankly at the glow of her screen. It will be over. It was one of the last things to check off her list before she could consider her college experience complete and Cat was never one to give up when her mind was set on something. In fact, it was the opposite.
  
  For months to almost a year, she delved into her research. She started with self-help books and love advice from random forums throughout the web, even subscribing to the mailing lists of love gurus before that was a dud. Then there was social media pages, stumbling across dating websites and communities. That was practically a lawless no man's land, with unsolicited pictures and invitations to meet in alleyways or seedy biker clubs.
  
  Though, the old adage of third times the charm rang true in her case. The Goldilocks of her search for a boyfriend: microblogging. Catalina even became a minor celebrity in her search for a man that would fulfill her desires. But as these blogs tended to go... it didn't take long before she stumbled across witchcraft and the supernatural. She even tried some of the minor spells to boost her grades to test their legitimacy and was met with resounding success. The more she upped the ante, the more convinced she became.
  
  A few articles and sketchy advertisements later, she found a promising ritual that would summon the man of her dreams. While the same sources offered alternatives for phone number lines or email forms, Catalina preferred a more... personal medium as opposed to exchanging any vulnerable information that could put her at risk.
  
  She knelt in front of the rune, drawn with a silver chalk with a thorny heart in the center, chanting slowly and awkwardly in an ancient Latin-esque language. She had memorized the pronunciation by heart and practiced in front of her mirror multiple times before the real thing. Then she waited, slowly stepping away for her potential boyfriend to enter.
  
  "Huh... I thought I had the incantation just right." The brunette huffed. She checked her phone for the steps again, her mouth molding into a confused frown. "Oh, duh!" Cat grabbed the silver knife and pricked along the upper side of her forearm, waiting patiently as the blood dripped down onto the center of the silver rune, filling the heart in the center.
  
  "Guess it'll be the last time I'll be able to use virgin blood for spells, eh?"

• Characters I Enjoy Playing As ​

  Characters I Enjoy Playing Against​

  playing a bunny girl (think vieras from final fantasy) honestly any kemonomimi are fun in my book intelligent, sarcastic characters stuck-up princesses goth girls (hehe) women that are bratty on the outside but extremely needy once they're comfortable with someone resourceful women that don't break easily secretly masochistic women that will break easily (who says you can't do both?) pent-up nerds manipulative women that actively scheme and plot cutiepies that wouldn't hurt a fly (healsluts anyone?) angels witches! vampires camgirls/internet celebrities morally grey characters

  tattooed people with dark hair and piercings, usually taller scoundrels with a heart of gold hitmen demons incubi/succubi dragons vampires gentle dom(me)s sadistic freaks yanderes (and take this as far as you want lol) bullies (take this as far or as mild/cartoony as you want to) morally grey characters anything with a knotted/exotic cock of some kind

• Genres I Enjoy (any fusion of these is very cool and appreciated too)​

  Miscellaneous Fandoms (mostly for vibes and sources of inspiration)​

  FANTASY western/eastern (typical medieval western settings to ancient settings) i've read most of the dnd 5e worlds! eberron-esque settings will always get my attention science fiction space travel, aliens post-apocalyptic cyberpunk bonus points if your idea of cyberpunk is based off media like ghost in the shell, akira, or va-11 hall-a okay with making this a crime noir steampunk i'm okay with less gears, more magitech here superhero/supervillain universes superhero academies! star-crossed lovers slice-of-life political intrigue, intense dramas, character driven stories some wholesome, well-written love stories?

  game of thrones (and asoiaf, i'm waiting for twow as much as everyone else is) dnd (no i haven't played baldur's gate yet, my laptop is ass sorry) sailor moon madoka magica cardcaptor sakura robots and lace persona 5: open to only OC/OC though castlevania (animated series from netflix) yona of the dawn/akatsuki no yona psychopass neon genesis evangelion legend of zelda (breath of the wild is what i can work the most out of) fire emblem harvest moon va-11 hall-a

  
  Miscellaneous Elements that Make Me Go Oomph
  
  • MUTUAL OBSESSION WHOO​
  • "daddy" (for all genders)​
  • knife/bloodplay (carve little hearts into my girls?)​
  • breeding/impregnation, willing to write pregnant characters after the fact but not necessary​
  • petplay for non-human/kemonomimi characters - leashes/collars, maybe cages​
  • on the more extreme end, ask about watersports!​
  • arranged marriages (but please give me a twist)​
  • Dimitri x F!Byleth (inspired by this - NSFW)*, honestly I'm obsessed with FE and would probably roleplay OC/OC too​
  • demon summonings/evil-meaning (or wholesome meaning) contracts​
  • enemies to lovers​
  • hypnosis/corruption​
  • horror/lovecraftian elements​

serious plots dump

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Serious Plot Concepts - I'm craving something a little toxic, bloody, primal. Noncon, stalkers, killers, anyone? Most of these concepts are pretty smutty on the surface but I really do want some intense worldbuilding/drama with most of these. I would prefer a non-modern setting for most of these. I enjoy playing against dominant characters that are lovesick, obsessive, romantic in their own ways. Twisted people that turn established tropes on their head. Thrilling situations. Complex power dynamics. A sweet villain that would destroy the world to save you.

Strikethroughs = taken or not craving for now! Might still hear you out though!
Italics = especially craving, bold means I'm down-bad for these plots.

• vampire x human/other creature - but sapphic. think carmilla. slow-burn corruption abound.
  • could be non-sapphic as well. i'm queer, not picky lol.
• fucked up person x an outwardly wholesome person (that ends up being secretly crazier than the other)
• vampire thrall x vampire
  • could be interesting if the thrall is extremely powerful and will do anything to protect their master
• human x eldritch abomination<3
  • unwilling sacrifice to a cult awakens the monster, the monster kills the cult, both are on the run?
• princess x knight - but the knight is the one that kills her family?
• princess x prince but the princess is sorely mistaken when she underestimates her new husband
  
  • a charming, handsome prince drops the act
  • a scrappy, opportunistic princess gets her comeuppance
  • can also go an angsty or wholesome route!
• any type of thrilling-chase scene where mc is actively trying to escape her circumstances as well as yc
  • horror-movie esque chase scenes in the forest or trying to escape a prison
  • bonus points if yc purposefully lays out opportunities to escape just to 'trap' them
• "stop crying, it'll only turn me on"
• "your skin is so perfect, i want to ruin it"
• playing against a person that really thinks that mc could 'fix' them
• the person mc idolizes and has wanted more than anything to be with is a terrible person... and she might like that even more? maybe a twisted celebrity x normal person pairing?
• engineer/bounty hunter x the discarded android that crawls back for revenge
• ENEMIES TO LOVERS.
• supernatural creature x the fellow creature that turned them/subjected them to their fate (vampires or demons are a favourite of mine)
• spaceship captain x their own mainframe - trapped inside one's own refuge of safety and slowly corrupted
• target x royal assassin - bonus if the target can hold her own and actively sabotages her own assassination
• two concubines that fall in love under the tyrannical emperor's rule
• kitsune x demon lord (maybe a tengu?)
• runaway yokai x yokai royalty
• toxic, codependent siblings commit heinous crimes together, or one commits the heinous crime and implicates the other - i want this to be surreal and absurd with a decent amount of banter
  • another fun addition if one has had repressed sexual desires for a while and the other uses said desires as a way to keep them around
• vampire hunter x vampire - this could go either way, with mc being the vampire hunter (perhaps a half-vampire hunter that wishes to 'atone' somehow) and yc being a vampire lord that wants to make her his bride
  • OR mc being a vampire princess gets captured and made the toy of a vampire hunter (who could also have some special ability). bonus if there's castlevania levels of worldbuilding.
• bunny girl x any predator type species! i've done this with wolf boys, male nagas, dragons, etc. i would love if heat/rut were incorporated into this. potentially with some stalking/hunting?
  • bonus points if you know what ryona is and would like to partake~

PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FXF IF YOU WANT TO ADAPT A PLOT OR ARE INTERESTED: Fx F or NB - Sad (Kinky) Storytelling Sapphics (searching for adv. lit players)

^^ admittedly, I am a bit biased towards female writers. so please check this out if none of these tickle your muse!

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[song]

play va-11 hall-a or else.​

 

[song]

𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙏 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙈𝙀

oh you never seem to notice
when i follow you home
in the dark of your apartment
when you think you’re alone

what would it take
what else should I do?
how far must i go to prove...
that i love you?
and i’ll get you yet
i’ve got to make you mine
just know i’m not the sinister type

oh you never seem to notice
that my heart beats for you
so i’ll open you up and make yours beat for me too
and i’ll get you yet
i've got to make you mine
just know i’m not the sinister type
​

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oh you never seem to notice
when i follow you home
in the dark of your apartment
when you think you’re alone

what would it take
what else should I do?
how far must i go to prove...
that i love you?
and i’ll get you yet
i’ve got to make you mine
just know i’m not the sinister type

oh you never seem to notice
that my heart beats for you
so i’ll open you up and make yours beat for me too
and i’ll get you yet
i've got to make you mine
just know i’m not the sinister type
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[song]

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𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮'𝑺 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝒀
(work in progress)
feel free to suggest your own!

𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄​

sensual rnb, cutesy shit
sabrina claudio - come closer
avenoir - after hours

𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄​

rnb + rock/metal work great here
the weeknd - one of your girls
jacob lee - jealousy
meg myers - desire

𝒔𝒄𝒊-𝒇𝒊​

metal, industrial
poppy and bad omens - v.a.n. (violence against nature)
memetrix - all you are

𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓​

meg myers - monster
billie eilish - no time to die
jacob banks - mercy

 

[song]

shhhh these characters are secret

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ICHIGO: THE EMPRESS SORA: THE MAGICIAN TSUMIKI: THE MOON HITOMI: THE HIGH PRIESTESS ⛓ AKIRA: THE HANGED MAN ⛓

• Ichigo: The Empress
  "The Empress represents female energy and motherhood but also symbolizes Mother Nature as a whole. She is the feminine divine and the energy of life that can heal, soothe, and grow."
  
  Appearance:
  Short brown hair. Brown eyes. Around 5'5.
  
  Age:
  Probably 26/27
  
  Bio/Personality:
  Sister to the Fool. She's a really good cook and a bit opportunistic when it comes to what she calls 'business opportunities' despite being one of the most generous and selfless people alive. Older sister energy. Caregiver figure for as long as they've remembered. Grew up in the countryside before moving to Gakaiyo to start up her dreams of owning a bakery.
• Sora - The Magician
  "The Magician exudes confidence and willpower. Her knowledge is vast and ready to be shared with anyone worthy."
  
  
  
  
  
  Codename:
  Frosty
  
  Appearance:
  Human and owl forms. White hair with layered tufts that look like strangely-shaped bang with sharp amber eyes. In the dark hour, she transforms into a large owl. In the human world, she's able to alternate from a normal-sized owl and her human form with a little more effort. Her human form is around 5 feet tall.
  
  Her owl form is all white with the same amber eyes.
  
  Age:
  ???
  
  Bio/Personality:
  Bit of a shit-stirrer. Bit too enthusiastic when it comes to Personas. What's she investigating in this dark hour?
  
  Persona Info:
  Cikap-Kamuy: the Ainu god of owls and material successes. A large great white owl with steel wings whose rumoured to cry tears of gold and silver. Mainly takes a scout role, special ability to see in the dark.
• Tsumiki - The Moon
  "She is the mystery and wisdom of emotions, changing her visage from complete darkness (the New Moon) to full light (the Full Moon) in a never-ending cycle of mystery and revelation. She is the energy beyond, behind, and below logic and thought."
  
  Codename:
  Morticia
  
  Appearance:
  Resident goth girl.
  Her persona form dons a flowing lace black dress. 5'2.
  
  Age:
  24-25
  
  Bio/Personality:
  Loner. Emotional. Artistic. Feels stifled by her family and covers in her boring corporate job. Does music and modelling as a side hustle.
  
  Persona Info:
  Thinking a creative muse-god of some sort. Maybe a mythological being. Ice-type attacks.
  
  Selene: the titan goddess of the moon, riding on a moon chariot and a flying horse, riding on clouds with a moon-shaped halo around her body.
• Hitomi: The High Priestess
  "She highlights the importance of intuition and awareness to reach a proper understanding. The Fool learns how to face adversity and overcome difficulties from her."
  
  Codename:
  Light
  
  Appearance:
  Curly red hair, curvy figure, bright blue eyes and a beauty mark under her right. Her dark hour appearance is donning a toga, with golden laurel leaves along her hair. Her mask is white with spiralling gold details. 5'4.
  
  Age:
  30
  
  Bio/Personality:
  Really wants kids but is chronically terrible at love. Gentle personality that gets exploited too much. Mistreated at work and is silenced from speaking out despite how much she clearly cares for her younger coworkers.
  
  Persona Info:
  Cassandra, a mighty warrior woman with wild red hair and crazed green eyes, wearing a loose toga and wielding a large golden vase along her hip. A woman with accurate prophecies that are never to be believed. A healer type with Bless damage. Gets flashes of images and what will happen in battle.
• Akira: The Hanged (Wo)Man
  "The Hanged Man offers a lesson of self-sacrifice, of giving something away to get something greater in the bargain. The Hanged Man teaches the Fool how to let go of things that are not as essential as you might think, and promises inner wisdom to anyone willing to make that trade."
  
  Codename:
  
  Appearance:
  5'7. Dark hair with green front-streaks. Other than that, she's pretty professional.
  
  Age:
  About the same age as Fool/Moon, if not a bit older. Maybe 26/27 too?
  
  Bio/Personality:
  Headstrong, passionate.
  
  Persona Info:
  A mythological butterfly/transforming figure? Lightning.

 

[song]

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖓 ♡ (slice of life monster plots)

MAIN RT (due for an overhaul, more than likely not going to be actively searching for any more partners for a while)

𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵
"I won't let anyone destroy a person's, no, even a kitty's chance at romance. I am Sailor Mars, champion of the lovelorn. Leave those cats alone."

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Posting Length: Comfortably 300 to 1000+ words. Feel free to check out my journal or public threads to see some writing samples. Can also provide more if asked!
Preferred Medium: PMs, but will do threads if we've written before.
Posting Speed: Kinda sporadic at the moment (once a week or biweekly, but once in a blue moon (aha), I might post more), but a good OOC in between is basically essential.
CRAVING: Slice of Life. Fantasy settings. Lots of monsters/fantasy races. Sapphic love. Anything with a in my plots I need in my life very very badly.
​

ABOUT ME HALF-BAKED PLOTS FANDOMS AND GENRES

• I'm Song or Mars (she/they), I talk too much and have too many idea fragments in my brain that I prefer to expand upon with a partner. I play switch-leaning submissives - mostly females (but am non-binary irl and can write femme-leaning trans and gender-fluid characters) and prefer my partners to write more dominant-leaning characters (of any and all genders).
  
  • I am a very character-driven writer. I LOVE characters that drive the plot, often more than the greater plot/setting itself. I'm the type of person that makes the characters first and creates the world around them second. Give me conflict, action, and complex relationships that have far-reaching consequences to their world.
  • My current craving is extraordinary people in ordinary situations. A sense of humour is a must!
  • SPEAKING OF CHARACTERS: I tend to let my partner to their thing in terms of refs and the types of characters they enjoy playing with minor input on both sides.
    • I do shamelessly love a size difference, with MC being the smaller one though.
    • I also love playing multiple pairings and showcase a range of different personalities. No harems though.
  • I don't have a set plot/smut ratio, but my natural leaning is plot > smut.
  • I need romance in some capacity, whether it is slow-burn or instantaneous toxicity. Again, total sap over here. I love everything from aftercare, to writing out the awkward shenanigans our characters get up to.
  • OC x OC in fandoms, but I make certain exceptions in my plots.
  • As for plot, I'm pretty adaptable. If you want to make up a name or important pieces of lore as you go, be my guest! I LOVE when a partner just surprises me with how creative on the spot they can get.
  • I do have Discord but I'd prefer to reserve it for people I've written with for a while. OOC only though.
  • I like to send music or memes that relate to the RP sometimes!
  • Very communicative: I don't have a strict preference for posting times, as long as you make it clear, and I can keep a story going for months at a snail's pace if you're worried about that. Don't like something? Want the story to go in another direction? Have any fun ideas in your brain? How's your day going? Let me know! I love hearing that shit. I won't be pushy though, I can read the room and I will never poke you for posts or anything like that.
  • If our conversation/RP has fizzled out and you want to message me again, I'm always ready and willing to write again once I'm available, so never hesitate to reach out! VERY ghost-friendly. Obviously, I would LOVE AND ADORE YOU if you let me know, but shit happens.
  PM me if you're interested with an F-List, a writing sample, and with ideas of your own!​
  
  Here's my F-List: F-list - Warning
  If it's not mentioned, feel free to ask!
  
  PLEASE CHECK OUT MY MOSTLY SAPPHIC MOSTLY SERIOUS THREAD IF YOU WANT TO ADAPT A PLOT OR ARE INTERESTED: (CLICK ME)
  ^^ admittedly, I am a bit biased towards female writers. so please check this out if none of these tickle your muse!
• By silly, I'm looking for lighthearted comedies, sweet romances, and clever writers that care about their characters but also aren't afraid to not take themselves too seriously! There can still be lots of drama, as long as it's character-focused as opposed to world-ending (though I'm open to that too). I know these ideas may seem sparse, but I'm definitely the type to go with the flow and add things as we go, because I want to be open to my partner's ideas and tastes*! Feel free to combine or multiple concepts as you want.
  
  *to a point, of course, please express some interest in some of my plots before pitching in your own stories from another thread.
  
  
  PLOT CONCEPTS TO FLESH OUT TOGETHER
  Italics = especially craving, bold means I'm down-bad for these plots.
  = I NEED THIS SO SO BAD​
  • A slice of life fantasy setting (think Jane Austen/steampunk/gaslamp fantasy/even scifi fantasy) that follows the daily lives of lords and ladies and their boring ass lives. I'm here for tea parties, gossip, and croquet games that determine the fate of someone's love life. Multiple characters welcome AND encouraged.
    • Bonus if there's kemonomimi/monsters that live among humans for this one!
    • Bonus #2 if it's also gay or if we have an F/Fu x F pairing as one of the main ones!
  • Human x Eldritch Abomination
    • Unwilling sacrifice to a cult awakens the monster, the monster kills the cult, both are on the run?
    • An absurd take on the arranged marriage trope perhaps?
  • Our characters, once-victorious heroes against the legendary demon lord, need to plan their fantasy town's upcoming flower festival! Drama and old wounds begin to open when the demon lord confesses to the great wizard in a field of flowers.
  • ANYTHING that plays with secret identities, falling in love with someone's alter-egos, wondering if they'll love one's 'regular' form
    • Superhero or assassination academies anyone?
    • Superhero/Villain and their civilian partner/roommate?
  • A dungeon party that also doubles as the head chefs for the adventurer's guild - cooking with monsters, anyone? Expect day-to-day dungeon busywork and having to deal with stuck-up S-tier heroes.
  • Cyberpunk delivery squad that's doing their best in this surrealist dystopia.
  • MC is a corporate burnout stumbles accidentally into the closest portal to hell/dragon's hoard/alien ship, is too drunk/sad/high to care about the danger they're in and just wants someone to listen to her troubles.
  • ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!
    
    • Cartoon supervillains that are bad at being bad or heroes that are bad at being good??
  • Anything forced proximity
  • An engineer/bounty hunter and a badly coded android team up!
    • A ship pilot + mechanic are stuck in a small spacecraft and have to make their way back home. Low-stakes small side adventures ensue.
  • A succubi/incubi having their first time with the equally inexperienced human that summoned them (willing to play either role) - Bonus if there's a corny sex demon hotline that exists in their universe
    • bonus bonus if there's a company policy against having feelings
  • Something with childhood friends, unexpected political twists, and a fantasy questline with some prophecies!
  • Peace negotiations between two kingdoms, attempting to rebuild what was lost. Lots of paperwork and repairing old wounds.
  • A ghost-hunting duo, Mob Psycho 100 style.
  • Stupid stupid predicaments + slice of life that glamourizes the boring stuff
    • Supernatural characters put in very unsupernatural undramatic situations
    • Something where a character is very powerful but very bored or socially awkward; the focus of the character is about trying to live like a regular person
    • Unconventional/unwilling roommates
    • Uninspired and grumpy writer or artist x supernatural creature
  Plot Archive
  
  Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend

  Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend
  Demons, robots, honestly any supernatural creature is fine, wholesome romance, first times, lots of humour, slice of life
  
  MC is a pretty nerdy witch. Talented, but painfully shy. Deciding she's had enough, she summons a demon to be her significant other. This is pretty vague on purpose, but I want this to be a sweet, lighthearted story where the characters don't take themselves too seriously. Don't get me wrong, this can still be extremely kinky, but I think the fumbling romance between the two characters is paramount.
  
  Alternatively, MC could also be a nerdy robot developer that decides to build herself the perfect robot boyfriend/girlfriend.
  The Midnight Cafe *taken*

  The Midnight Cafe
  Cyberpunk meets supernatural, noir, slice of life, based lightly off VA-11 HALL-A
  
  Oh, the Midnight Cafe is located in the busiest streets and alleyways of [ENTER CYBERPUNK CITY HERE]. During the night, strange supernatural creatures frequent the club for a nice taste of human flesh or debaucherous desires like vampires, demons, witches, fairies, you name it. During other times in the day, most tend to have magical glamours, but what if a human with a gift of seeing past glamours is discovered?
  
  Looking for this to also just be a cute tale about supernatural characters trying to make a living hahaha. The Midnight Cafe could just as easily be like... a vampire coffee shop if you want.
  
  Taken Concepts (would still be open to hearing people out)
  
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  • a demonic wingman sets up (aka forges a permanent blood pact without either party's consent) their fellow demon lord with the monster slayer queen to kill two birds with one stone - bring peace to both races and help their lonely best friend find love
  • arranged marriages where the princess marries a prince so she can focus on her love of collecting toy horses or vintage watches or something - 'i can't believe you caught feelings during our fake marriage!'
  • princess x prince but the princess is sorely mistaken when she underestimates her new husband
    
    • a charming, handsome prince drops the act
    • a scrappy, opportunistic princess gets her comeuppance
    • can also go an angsty or wholesome route
  • two animal/creature lovers in a d&d universe rescue some creatures and put them back to their natural habitats!
  • okay... hear me out, steampunk airship adventures.

• Genres I Enjoy (unique fusions are a bonus)​

  Miscellaneous Fandoms (for vibes and sources of inspiration)​

  FANTASY western/eastern (typical medieval western settings to ancient settings) i've read most of the dnd 5e worlds! eberron-esque settings will always get my attention science fiction space travel, aliens post-apocalyptic cyberpunk bonus points if your idea of cyberpunk is based off media like ghost in the shell, akira, or va-11 hall-a okay with making this a crime noir steampunk i'm okay with less gears, more magitech here superhero/supervillain universes superhero academies! star-crossed lovers slice-of-life political intrigue, intense dramas, character driven stories some wholesome, well-written love stories?

  game of thrones (and asoiaf, i'm waiting for twow as much as everyone else is) dnd (no i haven't played baldur's gate yet, my laptop is ass sorry) spy x family dungeon meshi monster hunter sailor moon madoka magica cardcaptor sakura robots and lace (NSFW) persona 5: open to only OC/OC though castlevania (animated series from netflix) yona of the dawn/akatsuki no yona psychopass neon genesis evangelion legend of zelda (breath of the wild is what i can work the most out of) fire emblem harvest moon va-11 hall-a jujutsu kaisen maplestory

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[CENTER][FONT=georgia][SIZE=7]𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=5][B][I]"I won't let anyone destroy a person's, no, even a kitty's chance at romance. I am Sailor Mars, champion of the lovelorn. Leave those cats alone."[/I][/B][/SIZE]

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[B][I][COLOR=rgb(97, 189, 109)][SIZE=4]Still Open![/SIZE][/COLOR][/I][/B]
[I][B]Posting Length:[/B][/I] 4 paragraph minimum - full out novel (comfortably 300 to 1000+ words)
[B][I]Preferred Medium: [/I][/B]PMs > Threads (but will do threads if we've written before)
[I][B]Posting Speed:[/B][/I] once a week to a couple times a day - you can post whenever though, no biggie
[B][I]CRAVING[/I][/B]:[B][I] Eating monsters in more ways than one. - [/I][/B]Huge preference for [I][B]monsters[/B][/I], either as lovers or as a backdrop or plot element (like my monster-cooking plot or something based off of the Monster Hunter series or Dungeon Meshi/Campfire in Another World/Kakuriyo, you get the idea). [I]My disclaimer with all my cravings is that I might not respond if you suggest something else.[/I]
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[SLIDE_HEADER]- ABOUT ME -[/slide_header]
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I'm Song or Mars (she/they), I talk too much and have too many idea fragments in my brain that I prefer to expand upon with a partner. I play switch-leaning submissives - mostly females (but am non-binary irl and can write femme-leaning trans and gender-fluid characters) and[I] prefer my partners to write more dominant-leaning characters[/I].
[LIST]
[*]I am a very character-driven writer. I [I]LOVE [/I]characters that drive the plot, often more than the greater plot/setting itself. Give me conflict, action, and complex relationships that have far-reaching consequences to their world.
[*][B]SPEAKING OF CHARACTERS: [/B]I tend to let my partner to their thing in terms of refs and the types of characters they enjoy playing with minor input on both sides.
[LIST]
[*][S]I do shamelessly love a size difference, with MC being the smaller one though.[/S]
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[*][I]I don't have a set plot/smut ratio, but my natural leaning is [B]plot > smut[/B][/I].
[*]I [I][B]need[/B][/I] romance in some capacity, whether it is slow-burn or instantaneous toxicity. Again, total sap over here.
[*][B]OC x OC in fandoms, but I make [I]certain[/I] exceptions in my plots.[/B]
[*]As for plot, I'm pretty adaptable. If you want to make up a name or important pieces of lore as you go, be my guest! I [I]LOVE [/I]when a partner just surprises me with how creative on the spot they can get.
[*]I [I]do [/I]have [B]Discord [/B]but I'd prefer to reserve it for people I've written with for a while. [B][I]OOC only though.[/I][/B]
[*]I like to send music or memes that relate to the RP sometimes!
[*]Very communicative: I don't have a strict preference for posting times, as long as you make it clear, and I can keep a story going for months at a snail's pace if you're worried about that. Don't like something? Want the story to go in another direction? Have any fun ideas in your brain? How's your day going? [I]Let me know! [/I]I won't be pushy though, I can read the room and I will [I]never [/I]poke you for posts or anything like that.
[*]If our conversation/RP has fizzled out and you want to message me again, I'm always ready and willing to write again once I'm available, so never hesitate to reach out![B] VERY ghost-friendly. [/B]Obviously, I would [I]LOVE AND ADORE YOU[/I] if you let me know, but shit happens.
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PM me if you're interested, maybe with [B][I]an F-List, a writing sample, and with ideas of your own[/I][/B]! And hey! I would LOVE if you read the whole thread, it's not a dealbreaker [I]especially [/I]if you heed my cravings at the top and head to specific plots, [I]buuut[/I] I can tell if you haven't, haha.

Here's my F-List: [URL='https://www.f-list.net/c/sangelic']F-list - Warning[/URL]
If it's not mentioned, feel free to ask!

PLEASE CHECK OUT MY MOSTLY SAPPHIC MOSTLY SERIOUS THREAD IF YOU WANT TO ADAPT A PLOT OR ARE INTERESTED: [URL='https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/131916/'](CLICK ME)[/URL]
^^ admittedly, I am a bit biased towards female writers. so please check this out if none of these tickle your muse!

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[SLIDE_HEADER]- 'SILLY' PLOTS/MUSINGS -[/slide_header]
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By [I]silly[/I], I'm looking for lighthearted comedies, sweet romances, and clever writers that care about their characters but also aren't afraid to not take themselves too seriously! There can still be lots of drama, as long as it's character-focused as opposed to world-ending (though I'm open to that too). I know these ideas may seem sparse, but I'm definitely the type to go with the flow and add things as we go, because I want to be open to my partner's ideas and tastes*!

*to a [I]point[/I], of course, please express some interest in some of my plots before pitching in your own stories from another thread.

[B]Plot Concepts to Flesh Out Together[/B]
Strikethroughs = taken or not craving for now! might still hear you out though!
Italics = [I]especially [/I]craving, bold means I'm [I][B]down-bad[/B][/I] for these plots.
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[*][B][I][B]a dungeon party that also doubles as the head chefs for the adventurer's guild - cooking with monsters, anyone?[/B][/I]
[LIST]
[*][B][I][B]alternatively: anything to do with monster hunting![/B][/I][/B]
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[I]human x eldritch abomination[/I]<3[/B]
[LIST]
[*]unwilling sacrifice to a cult awakens the monster, the monster kills the cult, both are on the run?
[*]an absurd take on the arranged marriage trope perhaps?
[/LIST]
[*][B](FxF/Fu only) [/B]a 30 year old virgin gains the power to read minds of anyone she touches, and bumps into the most popular and sought-after woman in the office. turns out, she has a huge crush on said virgin while the latter has no idea if she even likes girls in the first place. would love to explore themes of sexual orientation and wholesome exploration with this one! willing to play either role.
[*]our characters, once-victorious heroes against the legendary demon lord, need to plan their fantasy town's upcoming flower festival! drama and old wounds begin to open when the demon lord confesses to the great wizard in a field of flowers.
[*]ANYTHING that plays with secret identities, falling in love with someone's alter-egos, wondering if they'll love one's 'regular' form
[*]cyberpunk delivery squad that's doing their [I]best [/I]in this surrealist dystopia
[*]MC is a corporate burnout stumbles accidentally into the closest portal to hell/dragon's hoard/alien ship, is too drunk/sad/high to care about the danger they're in and just wants someone to listen to her troubles.
[*][B][I][B]ENEMIES TO LOVERS [/B][/I]
[LIST]
[*]cartoon supervillains that are bad at being bad or heroes that are bad at being good
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[*][I]anything forced proximity[/I]
[*]an engineer/bounty hunter and a badly coded android team up!
[*]a ship pilot + mechanic are stuck in a small spacecraft and have to make their way back home. low-stakes small side adventures ensue.
[*]a succubi/incubi having their first time with the equally inexperienced human that summoned them (willing to play either role) - [I]bonus if there's a corny sex demon hotline that exists in their universe[/I]
[LIST]
[*][I]bonus bonus if there's a company policy against having feelings[/I]
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[*]a childhood bully reappears to redeem themselves
[*]something akatsuki no yona style - with [I]childhood friends, unexpected political twists, and a fantasy questline with some prophecies![/I]
[*][I]peace negotiations, [/I]violet evergarden-esque between two kingdoms, attempting to rebuild what was lost
[*]a [I]ghost-hunting duo[/I], mob psycho 100 style
[*]childhood friends that meet again, both having changed dramatically (combine this with something else though)
[*]blind dates that go [I]too [/I]well?
[*][I]a supervillain that sucks at being evil, or a hero that sucks at being good, based on this [URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4rzIQK4-YA'][I]playlist[/I][/URL][/I]
[*][I]stupid stupid predicaments + slice of life that glamourizes the boring stuff[/I]
[LIST]
[*][I]isekai but shitty and also you're broke[/I]
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[*]supernatural characters put in very unsupernatural undramatic situations
[*]something like one punch man or mob psycho where a character is very powerful but very bored or socially awkward and the focus of the character is about trying to live like a regular person (nothing in high school that period was traumatizing enough for me thanks)
[*]assassination classroom but cute and wholesome (think sakamoto days)
[*]unconventional/unwilling roommates
[*]uninspired and grumpy writer or artist x supernatural creature
[LIST]
[*]maybe they were roommates aww!
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[*]former cooking prodigy and newly turned vampire struggles to rediscover their passion after having lost her taste
[*]clothing designer/tailor x superhero or supervillain
[*]bratty supervillain x gentle dom superhero
[*]wholesome harvest moon rp anyone?
[*]i would love to do something with a post-apocalyptic, maybe solarpunk setting?
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[B]CANON PAIRINGS (anyone interested in these can hop to the front of my DMs):

Spy x Family[/B]
[S][I]Yor x Loid[/I][/S]
[I]Anya x Damian (aged up to like 18+)[/I]

[B]Jujutsu Kaisen[/B]
[I]Maki x Yuta[/I]
Nobara x Maki/Mai
[I]The Baker x Nanami[/I]

[B]Dungeon Meshi[/B]
I mean... is there anyone OTHER than Marcille and Falin??

[B]Fire Emblem Three Houses[/B]
F!Byleth x any of the three lords, but ESPECIALLY Dimitri
[I]Annette x Felix
Annette x Mercedes[/I]
Mercedes x Sylvain
Dorothea x Ingrid
OC x OC

I've played every FE up to Three Houses, so do ask if you prefer exploring any other game or pairing!

[B]Plot Archive[/B]
[SPOILER="Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend"]

[B]Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend[/B]
[I]Demons, robots, honestly any supernatural creature is fine, wholesome romance, first times, lots of humour, slice of life[/I]

MC is a pretty nerdy witch. Talented, but painfully shy. Deciding she's had enough, she summons a demon to be her significant other. This is pretty vague on purpose, but I want this to be a sweet, lighthearted story where the characters don't take themselves too seriously. Don't get me wrong, this can still be extremely kinky, but I think the fumbling romance between the two characters is paramount.

Alternatively, MC could also be a nerdy robot developer that decides to build herself the perfect robot boyfriend/girlfriend.
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[SPOILER="The Midnight Cafe *taken for now*"]
[I][B]The Midnight Cafe[/B]
Cyberpunk meets supernatural, noir, slice of life, based lightly off VA-11 HALL-A[/I]

Oh, the Midnight Cafe is located in the busiest streets and alleyways of [ENTER CYBERPUNK CITY HERE]. During the night, strange supernatural creatures frequent the club for a nice taste of human flesh or debaucherous desires like vampires, demons, witches, fairies, you name it. During other times in the day, most tend to have magical glamours, but what if a human with a gift of seeing past glamours is discovered?

Looking for this to also just be a cute tale about supernatural characters trying to make a living hahaha. The Midnight Cafe could just as easily be like... a vampire coffee shop if you want.

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[B]Taken Concepts (thanks guys, love y'all)[/B]
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[*][I][B][S]a demonic wingman sets up (aka forges a permanent blood pact without either party's consent) their fellow demon lord with the monster slayer queen to kill two birds with one stone - bring peace to both races and help their lonely best friend find love [/S][/B][/I]
[*][S]arranged marriages where the princess marries a prince so she can focus on her love of collecting toy horses or vintage watches or something - [/S][I][S]'i can't believe you caught feelings during our fake marriage!'[/S][/I]
[*][B][S]princess x prince but the princess is sorely mistaken when she underestimates her new husband[/S]
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[*][S]a charming, handsome prince drops the act[/S]
[*][S]a scrappy, opportunistic princess gets her comeuppance[/S]
[*][S]can also go an angsty or wholesome route[/S]
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[*][S]two animal/creature lovers in a d&d universe rescue some creatures and put them back to their natural habitats![/S]
[*][S]okay... hear me out, steampunk airship adventures.[/S]
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I can do silly pretty seriously, here's a sample starter (demon summoning in the mid-2000s).

[SPOILER="Starter"]
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I wanna be praised from a new perspective[/I][/URL][/CENTER]

Catalina Santos drew the final touches of a summoning rune on the white tile. A keyboard phone was among piles of papers and a cumbersome laptop she carried everywhere. The setting seemed normal enough; a typical college student laying on the floor of a cheap dorm room studying with her notes splayed out on the floor. The rest of her surroundings would agree, with posters of boys in bands and pieces of media popular for the time. A bulletin board on a wall was pinned with polaroids of smiling friends. Fairy lights were strung along the cinderblocks, giving the drab room an innocent glow.

However, upon closer inspection through her papers would find a rather eclectic arrangement: etches of ancient texts, advertisements for dating websites, and bright red demonic symbols were sloppily drawn with her blood.

The only thing that seemed normal was her laptop browser was pulled to a rather ordinary social media feed. In reality, it was her central motivation and her main conduit for information.

Before she could begin the ritual, she pressed the refresh button one last time. A couple notification sounds dinged in response, mostly likes and comments on her recent complaint about her latest programming class. No messages.

Cat pouted. She thought this was the post that could have gotten his attention.

Though the poor student was no stranger to things not panning out for her socially, no matter how hard she tried. Having been an antisocial freak all throughout high school, she was still in braces and tank tops while the rest of her classmates were filling out bra cups the size of her fist. She hadn't had a boyfriend or even a kiss or a hand-hold to speak for an entire 4 years. Not to mention balancing work with high school to support her single mother also left her out from any after-school hangouts.

One scholarship and job opportunity later, Cat thought she would reach her peak and make up for lost time. For the most part, it was successful. She learned a modicum of makeup and even made friends. Her body had also came into its own, filling out curves along her petite body, even if they were covered with hoodies and loose cardigans.

But there was something... missing.

[I]Relationship Status: Single.

Soon[/I], she mused, staring blankly at the glow of her screen. [I]It will be over.[/I] It was one of the last things to check off her list before she could consider her college experience complete and Cat was never one to give up when her mind was set on something. In fact, it was the opposite.

For months to almost a year, she delved into her research. She started with self-help books and love advice from random forums throughout the web, even subscribing to the mailing lists of love gurus before that was a dud. Then there was social media pages, stumbling across dating websites and communities. That was practically a lawless no man's land, with unsolicited pictures and invitations to meet in alleyways or seedy biker clubs.

Though, the old adage of third times the charm rang true in her case. The Goldilocks of her search for a boyfriend: [I]microblogging[/I]. Catalina even became a minor celebrity in her search for a man that would fulfill her desires. But as these blogs tended to go... it didn't take long before she stumbled across witchcraft and the supernatural. She even tried some of the minor spells to boost her grades to test their legitimacy and was met with resounding success. The more she upped the ante, the more convinced she became.

A few articles and sketchy advertisements later, she found a promising ritual that would summon the man of her dreams. While the same sources offered alternatives for phone number lines or email forms, Catalina preferred a more... personal medium as opposed to exchanging any vulnerable information that could put her at risk.

She knelt in front of the rune, drawn with a silver chalk with a thorny heart in the center, chanting slowly and awkwardly in an ancient Latin-esque language. She had memorized the pronunciation by heart and practiced in front of her mirror multiple times before the real thing. Then she waited, slowly stepping away for her potential boyfriend to enter.

"Huh... I thought I had the incantation just right." The brunette huffed. She checked her phone for the steps again, her mouth molding into a confused frown. "Oh, [I]duh[/I]!" Cat grabbed the silver knife and pricked along the upper side of her forearm, waiting patiently as the blood dripped down onto the center of the silver rune, filling the heart in the center.

"Guess it'll be the last time I'll be able to use virgin blood for spells, eh?"
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[*]FANTASY
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[*]western/eastern (typical medieval western settings to ancient settings)
[*]i've read most of the dnd 5e worlds! eberron-esque settings will always get my attention
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[*]science fiction
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[*]space travel, aliens
[*]post-apocalyptic
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[*]cyberpunk
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[*]bonus points if your idea of cyberpunk is based off media like ghost in the shell, akira, or va-11 hall-a
[*]okay with making this a crime noir
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[*]steampunk
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[*]i'm okay with less gears, more magitech here
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[*]superhero/supervillain universes
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[*]superhero academies!
[*]star-crossed lovers
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[*]slice-of-life
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[*]political intrigue, intense dramas, character driven stories
[*]some wholesome, well-written love stories?
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[*]game of thrones (and asoiaf, i'm waiting for twow as much as everyone else is)
[*]dnd (no i haven't played baldur's gate yet, my laptop is ass sorry)
[*]spy x family
[*]dungeon meshi
[*]monster hunter
[*]sailor moon
[*]madoka magica
[*]cardcaptor sakura
[*][URL='https://www.robotsandlace.com/']robots and lace[/URL] (NSFW)
[*]persona 5: open to only OC/OC though
[*]castlevania (animated series from netflix)
[*]yona of the dawn/akatsuki no yona
[*]psychopass
[*]neon genesis evangelion
[*]legend of zelda (breath of the wild is what i can work the most out of)
[*]fire emblem - dimitri x edelgard or f!byleth
[*]harvest moon
[*]va-11 hall-a
[*]jujutsu kaisen - maki zenin x yuta okkotsu, nanami x the baker, sukuna, nobara x maki/mai, toji x mamaguro
[*]maplestory
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[song]

"hey song! why have your posts slowed down?"​

honestly... it's more like, they sped up for a little bit. but they're kinda 'back to normal' now so to speak. most of my partners actually already know this, but this is just here for future reference.

the big news: whoooo, i got into the grad school of my dreams! it's been a year in the making. i've always kinda been the type of person that did everything at once, all the time. the only real break i've had was travelling to see family and loved ones, which was the only time i was able to post as often as i did. but now i'm working, packing up to move (and other boring admin stuff), and catching up with my friends and family!

from now on, i'll be real slow. maybe less than once a week slow. but also, maybe more if i feel inspired!

i love writing, it's my main outlet for creativity and i really don't want to stop doing this. i love all my stories that i'm still a part of, but i do have a craving for lighter, fluffier stories at the moment (maybe i'll bump if i REALLY have a craving for something but probably not). idk, i'm not really good at making these announcements interesting. hope you guys are doing well! also shoutout to my partners that have been amazing and patient to me ooc. you know who you are.

~ song/mars/whatever

 

[song]

𝔸𝕟 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℂ𝕒𝕗𝕖
A story I will write until I die. Thanks for being great writing sample fodder.
​

"In the infinite winter of space, heat is tiny. It is the cold that is huge."

"I could guide you and offer you assistance should you require additional help with decision making. I can calculate distances, temperature and other variables you could record through your senses. I could simulate sensations and other particular feelings in your body. I could also grant you more control of the ship and its faculties, even remotely. With me installed, you should be able to do all I am able to onboard."

Dion had inadvertently given her another opportunity to flirt, but she could tell in his tone that something had changed. Something in the middle of their interactions. Had she triggered something? Was this... how he was supposed to behave when Ari was anyone other than an intruder? And why did it feel like she was the one that had committed the grave sin of offending him? Offending the ship that wasn't quite a ship; that had been the name her brain had subconsciously filed him under.

"There should be a spare space suit in the locker nearby. It will adjust to your size and it should be able to protect you from the outside. I can also interface with it as well to control its internal temperatures and ensure that you're comfortable at all times."

"Sure." Ariadne replied just as blankly, though she wasn't blind to how his behaviour had shifted once Ari became the one in control. Nervousness. That emotion unsettled her due to how different it was from the wry Dion she had known before. He was hiding something.

"If time is of the essence, we should hurry. I don't know exactly how many more days I could continue to be useful to you if I can't determine specifically what's wrong with the ship. Come on, Ariadne. I'll make sure to cook you another Milky Way churro when we get back to help warm you up as a reward."

Ariadne. With her name pronounced clearly and everything, with the confident precision that only an AI possessed. That, and the presence of his newfound professionalism was unsettling to her. Bloody hell, this didn't feel good. No promises of churros or any other tantalizing fast food items could distract her any longer. Even when he scanned her body and cooked her food, he wasn't this concerned about being useful.

That... wasn't what Ari wanted. Ari wanted him to go back to the way he was.

Still, she didn't want to stall any further. Both of them wanted to go home, right? With relative silence, she put on each component of the spacesuit, allowing it to wrap around her proportions, the headgear automatically accommodating for her ears while the backside of the suit fit perfectly around her tails.

A part of her was dreading what she'd find on the outside. Why was she already feeling sick to her stomach?

Soon... she'd figure out the final pieces to the puzzle that was this curious ship.

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"You've traveled to a place where there is no sun. You've seen that in the infinite reaches of the universe, heat is as glorious and ephemeral as the light of the stars. Heat exists only where matter exists, where particles can vibrate and jump. In the infinite winter of space, heat is tiny. It is the cold that is huge."
- Peter Stark, 'Frozen Alive' (short story featured in Outside Magazine)

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ
↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺​

"Temperature reads negative one hundred degrees Celsius. Vision range is impaired by the thickness of the falling snow. Its good that you've found my ship so soon. These types of snowstorms would be fatal for anyone dressed in less than a protective suit."

Fuck, that's cold, Ari thought. Covered in snow, Ari wiped the exterior of her goggles. Thankfully, she avoided the her nose practically freezing off thanks to the face-covering portions of the spacesuit. She was marvelling at the sight of the snow, reflecting the slightest moonlight while the sky was black. It was as if her world had turned monochrome.

The snow before the incoming eruption was pure white, though the daytime allowed for her to see something else. Grey snow, Ari had realized once the cold snowflakes had reached her hands; its true colours realized from the headlamp. The snow had mixed with the rising ash in the clouds. They didn't have much time left, reminding her of how grim their outside world was.

"Don't worry, Ariadne. I'll make sure you won't get lost. Leave the limitations of organic flesh to me, that's what I'm best at. But I'll need you too. I can't walk out on my own, nor could I force you to turn your head. You are my eyes, my legs, my arms. . . My body. I'll make sure to treat you right, promise."

"Thanks." Even with the tension in the freezing air, the gratitude remained genuine. Just as it had the first day they had met. In the loneliness, she was reminded that they were still strangers. It wasn't even a choice they had to trust each other. Their comfort they had in the ship would always be short-lived, no matter how they chose to resolve their fates. They were compelled to, by their isolation, their pain, and their desire to survive past both.

So... she walked. With nothing but the taiga in sight. Knowing that at any moment, anything could go wrong, despite Dion's reassurance. It didn't matter how advanced the heroes had built their AI, the pilot still had to rely on her own instincts.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. Her footprints cracked through the pristine, untouched snow.

It felt stranger than having a regular AI in his head. As if he was searching for more than surface thoughts. With just the crunch of the snow and the bracing breeze of the wind to occupy her thoughts, Ari finally decided to speak. "Hey...D? I'm sorry... if I said anything weird." The feline was attempting to break the ice in more ways than one.

But before the feline could ask any more, the AI inside her spoke up again.

"Odd. I suppose Kara had left a marker when she left. Hope it isn't a stash of booze. She always has a habit of keeping stashes hidden nearby so she won't get caught with contraband when visitors come onboard."

"...Booze, huh?" Ari felt like there was more to the story. More than just contraband. "I think... we should check." That wasn't a lie. She didn't want to check, but she knew she should. Maybe it was an obligation to D, or maybe it was covering all her bases, maybe it would have been negligent to ignore such a bright marker before checking out the rest of the ship, she wasn't sure.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

​

Ariadne... hadn't walked that far. Only mere meters away, barely a few kilometres until the orange was overwhelming her HUD.

The spacesuit was covered in a mass of snow, the coniferous trees that made up the signature taiga-like biome acted as a curtain around the marker. Ari's tail was tucked between her legs as she approached the remnants of the other spacesuit.

Ariadne had only seen one spacesuit in the locker in the cockpit. She could tell by its elaborate design alone that there couldn't be many of its make and model in circulation. It wasn't a standard-grade life vest for travellers or pilots in extreme conditions. Her intuition told her there would only be two: one for Dion and one for his potential partner. Just as his mother intended.

"Hey, D...?" She spoke up again, feeling less discomfort than she had expected, being silent in such a melancholy setting. If anything, she felt stranger speaking up.

"...You can see what I see, right?" The spacesuit, without proper regulation or a power source, couldn't possibly have lasted long. There would also be no way to create a fire if the rate of constant snowfall prevented any potential to find dry timber. If there were any signs of making a makeshift fire, the presence of any supplies or even a shelter, they had long been buried in the snow.

And frankly, Ari didn't want to dig any further than she had wanted. The snow and layers of nearly a decade old frost had an eerie way of trapping memories that the feline didn't want to uncover. Ariadne was Dion's arms and legs as well as her own... but they were both shaking, as they pulled the frozen spacesuit out from the snow. Her limbs, housing two sets of sentient consciousness, were useless when they witnessed the inevitability of death.

She had lived her adult life without witnessing another war. It had taken her parents, but it left her unscathed. The ballerina had always lived a privileged life, filled with art and music and people celebrating her wherever she went.

Compared to her lush and busy life, freezing to death wasn't uncommon in the cold vacuum of space. There were plenty of unoccupied gas giants that surpassed the temperature of this planet alone. Even the vacuum of space was considered 'cold', many stray organics died from decompression than the temperature alone.

It was often the first lesson pilots were taught.

She knew hypothermia, but only in a theoretical sense. Kara's spacesuit had been unzipped halfway down her body before it was assumed that her limbs froze. Paradoxical undressing, thought to be explained through constricted blood vessels dilating all at once, producing a sensation of burning just before one lost consciousness.

The next... was terminal burrowing, a behaviour modelled from mammals' hibernation patterns. Here she was, burrowed against a tree, completing the morbid picture in front of them. Seeing Kara like this... in the stinging cold, was almost humbling. It was the first time she had ever seen a dead body.

"Fuck." She was too shocked to cry or throw up at the sight.

More silence.

More of that painful breeze in the air.

In the distance, an owl hooted before either of them spoke again. I know you're still in there, Ari thought, her own brain a mess from processing what she was seeing in the darkness. In a way, the snow and the ash were mercies, sheltering her from any other horrific detail. "Hey... Dion? Are... are you okay?"

An INSANE three-part smut scene

"I. . . I really liked it a lot, Echo."

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴍɪɴᴇ | ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ
↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺​

"Good, you were supposed to like it." Even after the submissive show and all that he had done to defile her in public, Echo was desperate to hold onto any semblance of control. After all, it was what she was used to. Even if she had never felt this good since they first started having sex. He coughed in an attempt to regain his composure, whispering back into her body. "If its fine, I'd like to do it again with you. . . In private next time."

"R-Really? You want... to act like that again?" Echo blushed this time, not expecting him to flirt back with her. She was supposed to care for him, she wasn't supposed to slip or lose her composure. Her porous constitution could immediately feel how sticky her seat was. For now... she'd brush it off, but the spot was noticeably drier when she had bent over to spin the bottle. Her core was trembling, rumbling throughout her body like an emergent volcano through her waterproof clothing.

Their need was mutual, and she knew from her existing knowledge of his anatomy that he was quite possibly still cumming. Due to her own obligation to spin at the time, she hadn't paid attention to his quiet pleas until her boyfriend whispered into her ear. "Echo, I made a mess. Can you. . . Help me clean up? Please . . . It'll only take a second. . . Or a few minutes. I don't think I could keep playing this game like this. I need you, Echo. I'd really like your help right now."

"Of course, Ex." Her eyes were filled with lustful intention. Her body was noticeably losing control of her form too and needed more liquid to be reconstructed. "I'm here to take care of anything for you." Her voice was still in a slightly more dominant, caretaker role. "Mina... where is your bathroom?"

Mina, was completely out of it, visibly shaking her head when Echo addressed her. "AH!" She pulled her hat down to hide her blush. "U-Um... second to your left." She was hugging her knees as she struggled to catch her breath. Were all parties supposed to be like this? Surely, it wasn't more like porn than it was like the movies, right?

"Thanks." Echo grabbed him by the arm, hurrying to the bathroom as quickly as possible. The first thing she did was look behind her shoulder and lock the door behind them. The slime girl wanted the utmost amount of privacy.

"Oh, look. They have a bathtub." She said, a mischievous glint to her low voice. It was a reflex at this point. Whenever they were in the bathroom together, Echo bent over the tub to turn on the faucet before she added his medicinal herbs and some of her mana in the water. "It should be warm enough for your liking." The slime girl observed. After all, the fluids she absorbed often allowed her to take on their temperature, even for a short moment.

Echo turned around, noticing that her bee boy wasn't getting into the tub. "What are you waiting for? Don't you want me to clean you up?" The slime girl was fidgeting just as Mina was when the human had witnessed their performance. "Oh... I see."

"I'm sorry... for being so selfish." Echo stripped down in a split second. Her mouth entered his in a twisted, tonguey kiss, her pink hands moving downwards to take off his pants, absorbing his honey through his fingertips. "You're still leaking." She observed. "I would apologize for getting carried away, but it seemed like it's mutual. You were rather shameless up there, I was worried you'd faint."

"But... the way you violated me in front of a crowd. It should be a crime against all women blessed by holy waters." Echo's eyes became aflame with emotion, as if her inner goddess was emerging. One of her hands reached forward to grab the side of his face, before her body split into another clone of herself behind her back. The clone, smaller at first, merged with the lingering bathwater to create a clear-coloured copy of herself. With the form that was still holding his face, she knelt back down on the tile floor and moved to tease his cock, absorbing his honey as a part of her essence; moving her core approximately where the tip of his cock could reach.

The second clear slime behind her shifted her height, meeting his eye level. Unlike other slime girls, Echo could split her core into as many pieces as she wished. The only catch being was that Echo could feel pain and pleasure in each form in its entirety, similar to the Fifteenth Hero. "Truly... I love kissing you, Ex." Echo confessed, able to speak through both of her forms, echoing from each of his ears.

"At times... I love to wonder if I'm inside you or if you're inside me."​

"I wanted to truly envelop you, but... I didn't think there was a possibility you'd feel the same. You were always so sweet to me, Ex. So shy, so gentle, so perfect... it made me want to protect you." She rambled obsessively, her core trembling inside her in both of her bodies. It was Exodus that was creating twin earthquakes inside her. Thanks to her magic, she could feel both like a planet's vibrations.

"...It makes me want to ruin you." Now that her waterproof clothing was off and with the puppy's camera gazing at her, Ex could see her cores rumble inside her now-naked forms. Still... as much as she was used to being in a dominant role, Echo loved him enough to surrender control to her love. Especially after all he had done for her. It was a nonconsequential favour in comparison, considering that she'd die for him.

"But you don't want that right now, do you?
Would you like me to extract more of your liquid gold?" ​

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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ɢᴏᴅʟᴇss | ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ
↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺​

"Are you sure? I could be really mean you know? If you're not ready for that, you might want to try another dare, Tori." Yes. He was going to try one of her darkest fantasies. He was going to do it for her. There was no more wondering if she was broken or unlovable anymore. All she needed to do was focus and obey. "YES! I'm soooo sure, V."

The angel could already tell by the look in his eyes: that V was going to give it his best shot. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you. Down. Bow before me. You haven't earned the right to look up to me." Tori bowed, just as she said, getting on her hands and knees the same way she prayed every morning and every night before the cross in her childhood bedroom. "Lower."

"O-Okay~" She nodded, a wave of nervous excitement washing over her. It was more than enough when she prayed, but she wasn't with the kami anymore. This was much better than any kami she could pray to. Her palms were completely to the ground, her lips touching the floor. Her entire bottom half was kneeling, her back arching to give him full access to her body.

A-A boot? She felt something hard block her head from moving up to acknowledge him as an equal. "Better. Pray for your forgiveness. Forsake your gods and defile yourself in front of me. In front of all of us. Beg for my grace. Now." From her lowered eyes, she could see the makings of a chain. Demonic shadowmancy, a form of magic that was condemned from the kami through various propaganda methods. Now, the shadows were around her neck, dragging her down into the darkness.

"Oh, master, please, please, PLEASE, I'm praying for mercy. For your grace! I no longer want to be bound by the kami's chains, I want to be bound to yours! These wings... my halo, they're all just for show! Take me below the depths of hell, below your basest depravities! I've long severed the ties to my gods, I... I don't want light! I want your shadows!" Her flowery prayers were genuine, as if they had been practiced in the deepest depths of her own fantasies. As if she had been waiting her entire life to confess her truth.

"If you wish for my mercy, show me your devotion. Clean my feet with your sinning lips and your depraved tongue. I want it to be so clean, you could see your reflection of yourself worshiping me through my boots."

"Yes, master!" Tori raised her head, her tongue dripping with her holy saliva. It trailed over the surface of his shoe. She was going to please her master with whatever means necessary. She licked, trailing the tip of her tongue fervently. Tori was going to memorize the taste of his shoes and the ground that he walked on.

In fact, she had been so focused on her task that she didn't notice he had spilled her drink until her tongue tasted alcohol on his feet. "It looks like you missed a spot. Shame, Tori. To think, you can't even do this right." To make things even sweeter, more sinful, Tori was dripping in alcohol. She loved him, she was being baptized and reborn again, and she loved him. "I'm so sorry, master! Eek!"

"Tell me." A pull of his shadowy chain. Her master was beckoning her to speak. The angel's mouth opened only for drool and a strangled sound to escape. "Ack!" Tori struggled, her eyes rolling back. Her eyes were already burning from arousal and the loss of just enough oxygen to her brain. "Do you think a sinner like you deserves forgiveness? Be honest. I can't hear you, Tori~"

The angel sputtered, unsure of the answer that her master wanted to hear. Deep down, she couldn't be forgiven when she didn't want to. Tori was unrepentant.

There was no saving her.

Gosh... the humiliation... her thighs began to tingle as a familiar ache overwhelmed her. She was going to cum again from his choking. Tori was going to ruin her dress once again. Her heart was beating, pounding in her chest as the realization washed over her. "Aaaarghh..." A similar strangled sound escaped her again as her saliva mingled with her sinful arousal.

"Finally, you're useful for something. A foot warmer."

"T-Thank you... for making me useful. You... you are too kind and merciful." Her hole! Tori realized in a drunken, horny daze. Her hole was being touched, blessed with her master's attention. She couldn't help herself from moaning like... like... a harlot.

"Did I fucking say you could moan?"​

"Did I tell her too? Aiden? Aaron? Mina?" Instead of following the two brothers, Mina was chewing on her lip, fidgeting at the authoritative sight. The way Tori had debased herself was giving the inexperienced human the feeling of sensory overload, to the point where Mina hadn't registered Aiden's more menacing aura around wanting Mina to act similarly. "It looks like you've put your faith into a lie. Here. Let me fix your mind for you. Let me show you what you should believe in."

"You feel that, hole?" Tori nodded with a whimper, her panties completely soaked through by the time he put his foot under. There were no more layers between her hole and the lowest form of stimulation the submissive angel could receive. "Engrave this feeling into your mind. Know that this is me. This is your master. Your god. Your owner. Forgiveness is only given to those who know their rightful place. Learn it and never forget who you are to me. A hole to fill. A sheath for my demonic cock to defile. When I tell you to spread. You spread your legs. When I tell you to open. You open your mouth. Got it?"

"Y-Yes, master. I would do anything for you..." Tori flushed, struggling with focusing with her post-orgasm afterglow, quivering slightly as she laid on the ground, a noticeable wet spot where she was kneeling from the last time. "Open." Her god was instructing her again, Tori looked at him as if he was her guiding light as she opened her mouth. "Have I told you that you've deserved my eyes? Close your eyes. Open your mouth. That's an order from your god."

Mina's eyes widened, glued to Tori's saliva-covered face. "THANK YOU, MASTER!" Tori squealed in appreciation, her eyes closed as V had ordered her. "Good girl. You look so good covered in me. You're such a good hole. Swallow." And so she swallowed, wishing and praying silently to herself that she could be blessed with his thing soon enough.

Tori was in heaven, that much she was resolute in. Angels were always rather stubborn in their beliefs and their worship, zealous over holy figures they respected, and Tori was no different. "Tori, tell me. I want to hear it from your mouth."

"Ask for my cock. Beg for it. I won't take any other word as an alternative. Call it anything else and I'll stop here."

The last of her self-respect. The earthly sin of pride, of dignity, that was tying her to her old gods.
It had to go.
This was her last chance.
Her final trial by fire.​

"Please! Your..." Tori shifted her thighs. Her hands clasped together as she silently prayed for forgiveness. But she was beyond forgiveness, wasn't she?

"Your... c-c..." She struggled with letting go of the last of her angelic tenets. Her god was changing her speech, twisting and making her let go of everything. There was no room for shame when it came to obedience, was there? Tori wasn't going to allow this opportunity to slip from her. It reminded Tori of an often-discussed scene of Unholy Worship brought to life.

"Your cock! Please! I need it! I-I know I'm just a hole, I shouldn't even be allowed to ask b-but you're so kind to give me the privilege of begging! PLEASE!" Holy shit, Mina's mouth was wide open in shock. She had never seen an angel swear before. Just before Mina thought she had seen it all, Tori kept going.

"Sh-shove it into... any of my holes, please! M-My mouth... my p... p... pussy... m-my... a... a... ass! I would... I would be so humbled to be lesser." Her voice was trembling. Unlike her angelic prose from her previous prayer, this was uncharted territory. It made her stumble, it made her imperfect. Those were adjectives that couldn't possibly describe an angel... especially not the daughter of two archangels. And a daughter of two archangels couldn't possibly be brought low by a mere demon lord... right?

"Your friends... are really intense." Fia finally said once she realized a majority of them were off in their own world. She seemed to be the only normal one out of the guild's women. Still... it didn't mean she was unaffected.

No more truth or dare, it seemed.​

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"I... I'm gonna GO! Drink and meditate in my room, I think! You guys have fun!" Mina got up downing another drink and walking up to grab another, her world already spinning with what she was seeing. Her brain was fried with what she had witnessed. Her friends, who she had met in person after years, had surpassed every expectation she held of them. The man who had surprised Mina the most was Aiden.

Not only had he gotten drunk enough to order her guildmates around, she had heard all of his long-held feelings spill onto the surface. Everything, from romantic to sexual, was laid bare on the table. And now, Mina was reckoning with all of it at once, as if the kami was punishing how dense she was.

It was only normal for her to want to cool down. But it was hard for her to even attempt that without... relieving herself of her stress. Post-nut clarity and all that... right? And somehow, with men like Eidolon, it was difficult for that turn of phrase to apply to her.

Ugh... I'm so... I'm so dizzy. Her thighs couldn't stop touching together underneath her long, deceptively-chaste dress. Mina felt a familiar wetness form between her legs, this time without the help of any monstrous tendrils.

Mina was too drunk and too hot to wrap the blanket over her. Instead, the inexperienced mage opted to go for an alternative, sandwiching her duvet between her legs. As a magi, there was no greater temptation than satisfying an academic curiosity, now was there? Could she... summon lewd thoughts for Aiden the same way she could for Eidolon?

After all... Mina had never felt these feelings for a human before.

"Fuck..." Mina whispered. "I'm so messed up. Its... its not enough." She exclaimed into the air and the seemingly empty bedroom. There was still an annoying layer of clothing between her and the ultimate satisfaction. Her hands were trembling as they trailed down her body.

"A... Aiden..." Finally. Even if it was quieter than a whisper, Mina still said it. His roommate was whimpering his name as he desired, reaching her hands experimentally down through the slit of her summoner's dress and into her panties.

She closed her eyes, placing her glasses on her nightstand, remembering what he confessed to doing. Kissing her until she wasn't able to stand... eating her out until her voice trembled... fucking her until the sun comes up? Could she truly imagine Aiden fulfilling that image?

But before she could contemplate it any further, her hands were moving on her own before her mind could tell her body to stop. Mina had only gotten only two of her significantly smaller fingers inside herself before stopping shamefully. Maybe... maybe, she was just drunk! There was no way that Mina could afford to lose her only friend right? To put her heart and her body on the line again?

...Yes. Yes, she could. ​

"But there are no trees here. Only stars and snow."

Draw the blinds, light every candle
Slip off my pretty dress down my chest when I think of you
Every night both lips on the mirror
It's ritualistic counting lipstick stains where you should be
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"Then let me be your first and last. Your one and only. Let me be the star that shines your night. Let me be the light that guides you through the darkness."

Tayena was awestruck at how he managed to make her feel euphoria while practically reciting a soliloquy on how much he loved her. How much she compensated for his weaknesses. She had never once considered her own flaws being useful to him or being instrumental in making her feel needed. He was right, she had never thought once about leaving him due to his own flaws. In fact, it had never crossed her mind; she had only left her home once he had left her.

Of course Taichi wasn't perfect. He always had a snobbish tendency of correcting her grammar. He always used to have this look on his face whenever his clothes got slightly dirty that made Tayena want to get him messier. Hell, he had a more extensive skincare routine than she did, to the point where calling him the princess had become a cheeky pet-name. That, and he had the nerve of complaining about her cooking when an omelette was the best he could do after breaking out of prison.

He was a terrible shot with both a bow and a gun, and often used words that she couldn't understand. Sometimes she'd even fall asleep whenever he'd get too absorbed in a topic or a book due to how often he'd ramble. Tayena had to shake him at times to get him to 'talk like a normal person' and stop being so high-strung. Or hell, the times she had to shake him to get his attention off the book he had been glued to. Or the times where he'd throw how often he was right in her face.

Gods, she loved him. After all, it was his words that saved her. Just as her combat prowess had saved him.

Her eyes were lovestruck when he pressed his forehead against hers. Just... focusing on him. Her walls clenched against both of their fingers working in tandem, her back arching to welcome the quickened pace. Despite her gaze having been glued to his almost the entire duration of their lovemaking immediately drifted to the outline of his cock against his pants.

He looks like he needs some help.

"Tay. . . You won't disappoint me. The reason why I promised that to you was because. . . I didn't want to stain you if you ended up with someone else . . . Someone better than me. Remember when you confessed your fears to me back in my old room? You told me you were scared of love then. You were scared of having kids because of your parents too. To risk that. To risk your happiness even if I was in love with you then. I. . . I couldn't. . . I didn't want to lose you. . . And I didn't want to be the reason you couldn't be happy."

All of her fears were true and still existent. Of course they remembered, there was no doubt in either of their minds. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't terrified of marriage or children... but who wasn't? Moments that terrified them or put them through hell would be inevitable, but wasn't having a lifelong companion to shoulder the burden worth the entire galaxy?

Her hands squeezed his. There was nobody else she could have pictured when she closed her eyes.
"Tai... you're the only one that could possibly make me happy." Her arms wrapped around him. "You nearly made me forget my fears." As soon as she uttered them to her lover's ears, it was as if the darkness had disappeared.

"When you were in the medbay... and even when you were on my shoulder, I feared losing you more than I feared loving you or marrying you, even more than I was afraid of having children. Fuck, that shit put my priorities in check." Tayena shook her head, not wanting to feel confronted by their own mortality.

The fear of regret had trumped them all and loomed over the ship, but that was a thought that was implicit between the two of them. It was the reason why Tai had decided to respond to her call for help, why her fellow fae friends reunited, and why several of the heroes chose their own happiness after the war had ended in spite of any god or higher-ups. "There's nobody else that could ever be better than you."

"But... if I won't disappoint you..." Tayena blushed, their sexual tension was almost impossible to ignore despite the tenderness. "None of that matters now that we're together... right?" She uttered his thoughts out loud.

There was a fae saying they were all taught as children in place of kamis; that trees, as ever-present as they were in most fae kingdoms, were watching them and imbuing their strength into every fairy. It wasn't uncommon to see fae worshipping trees that were as immortal as any angel or kami. To them, trees were the original mothers and bringers of life, breathing air into everything and everyone around them. Nature and its omnipresent forces were the source of a fae's power, after all.

"The trees watch over us. In the forest, they see all." Tayena began to recite the common saying. But with a squeeze of his hand, she reassured him that they were free. "You remember that, Tai? When everyone else was praying around the Heart Tree, holding hands around its trunk? We were both praying to find happiness together under her roots, but I was just happy to be squeezing your hand in public."

The guilt of being caught outdoors only led to their encounters in various closets, not just in his apartment but at every single extended outing. Not that they had ever cared about being judged by their gods. Now, they were free from their obligations, their places of worship, and even their promises that were made from fear.

"But there are no trees here. Only stars and snow." ​

While they were still grasping each other on his bed, her skilled hands reached for his pants to release them from their fabric prison. He was just as stiff as she was wet. Her body was still flush with arousal, her chest rising and falling. Her touches, despite going off muscle memory from their times together, there was a new sense of bashfulness when her fingertips explored familiar details of his shaft.

"Have I behaved well enough for your bare body now, my prince?" She asked, a hopeful, lustful glint in her eyes. Uttering his title in an affectionately tongue-in-cheek manner. After all, Tayena had only just gotten him back, and only one of his fingers was enough to remind her of what she missed. The redhead proceeded to press her body against his.

"Or do you prefer my fiancé?" Tayena added with a smirk, using her own knowledge of how hopelessly romantic he was against him. Her black dress felt like an unnecessary barrier for their embrace, but she didn't want to let go of him. Her desire was mixed with a wholesome desire to start anew without any fear of the chains keeping them tied to their old lives.

She aligned her body against his raw cock, pressing it against her own arousal, giving him a taste of her bare pussy without anything in the way. Her hands squeezed his, while her petite body moved to slide her own juices along his shaft.

"My Dante. My Diablo. My Able." (aka transcendental smut)

"Miss me?"

Then you showed up and I got up
Found my way again

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Merri's head perked up. If her ears were prehensile, they'd perk up too. Her master was here! With the amount of herbs in her system, it was difficult to keep her gaze up. The rest of the bedroom began to swirl in its familiar pink glow.

But now, with the ship moving to its new system, she couldn't even stare out the window lest she pass out from motion sickness.

It was safer to stare at him; the only person anchoring her to reality. On all fours, she melded into his arms like a puppy being beckoned by its owner, her nose breathing deeply to take in his scent. Her hands were pawing at his chest. The rest of his clothes fell to the floor, the nest reaching the floor when he cradled her.

Though, what she was seeing could hardly be described as real. His kiss was otherworldly.

"Babe, if you wanted sweets, I could have got you some, you idiot. Ask first next time. But at least you left some for me. How about I call Dai and see if you uh. . . Need Sen."

"Sorryyy baby..." Merri pouted, surprised that she was still able to speak. Her world was moving so slowly, including her eyes and her mouth. "I thought they were for both of us..." She huffed, knowing full well that was a lie. After all, if it truly was for both of them, why send him away? At least he noticed that the dessert fiend was kind enough to leave him the rest.

"I'm not letting you be the only one that's having fun here, Merri."

Merri was more than content to let her brain stay empty, staring at his features. "You look so familiar..." Her thoughts leaked out, feeling no desire or ability to keep them hidden.

She disregarded his concern over her wellbeing. Why would she need medical attention when everything felt so right? The more she was lost in his eyes, the windows to a mortal's (and an immortal's) soul, the more she was beginning to hallucinate. Was she... hearing Kamis sing around her? Why were his amber eyes glowing?

And why was she beginning to see the pink in her vision turn to red?

I know of a cover girl from another in the world
Analog, not digital
Invisible and spiritual​

They were sharing his visions somehow. Or rather, his motions and his words were connecting his visions with hers. Instead of seeing swirling constellations and pink swirls, she could see the love of her lives, his dark skin glowing against the orange and blue hues that lit up her own form.

It didn't matter how many names he had or what form he took. Merri was blinded with his past lives, and their past realities. A knight. A soldier. A musician closer to her era. Somebody that wasn't even tangibly real. Their talents, their personalities, they all converged together to form the image of a man she' always love.

"Hey babe. Remember when you said that not even your mortality could keep us apart?
When you promised, you'd reincarnate and find me again?"​

Merri felt like there was nothing but starry skies below her, the laundry-filled bed turning into a cloud in her vision. The feeling was euphoric and comforting beyond measure. When his hands moved away from her, she could still feel the warmth of his embrace.

She could barely have a full grasp of her own appearance when she was this deep into her high. The man that would always be perfect for her. How lucky was Merri that soulmates could exist? And how luckier was she that hers was with her right now? She could tell by his vision that this was a timeline that meant something.

This was the only timeline where they were cognizant of their other lives and be together at the same time. The revelation made her want to cry with happiness. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak again, the nest of his clothes seemed to fade away along with the rest of their surroundings. All she could see was her soulmate and all of his flashing appearances.

"Was that the first time you promised that to me? Or. . .
Did you make the same promise in your past lives too?"​

The human was enraptured to the point where she didn't even interrogate where he got the collar and leash from. It all just seemed to make sense. They were on another intuitive plain of reality, it was as simple as that.

Merri nodded. "I think... I always did, baby." She could see herself making the same promise to him in every single life. Whether she was a bubblegum pop idol with a matching tattoo on their wrists, a fellow soldier with matching keychains over their weapons, a princess that had given him a self handkerchief with her initials, or her own self in the future with a brand and demonic children of her own...

Click.​

Somehow... she knew his names. Able didn't even need to tell her. It all flashed by her psyche in the blink of an eye as soon as the collar clicked, the sound reminiscent of a trigger the fae used for hypnosis. The leather fit perfectly around her neck, the craftsmanship down to its stitching was familiar somehow. It didn't matter if she had been a princess or an alien, the human chef right now knew it was the same collar.

"My Dante. My Diablo. My Able."​

She exclaimed back in a trance, showing him it wasn't just a hallucination. This was real. This was all the proof he needed. All the questions he had wanted to ask from Yokoso but came up short were finally being answered.

It was as if she could tell that he had intended to be gentle with her, and how quickly the switch began to flip. Whatever life or memory they were enacting, Merri was intent on riding the wave of their past reincarnations. Part of her realized through his longing that they had missed incarnations. There were lives in which they couldn't be together. How tragic that was to the enlightened Merri.

It was only fair to make up for it through every kiss and every thrust. Even every orgasm and exploration of each inch of their body was only a drop in the desert of built-up deprivation.

Merri was being bred like a puppy bent over with her wrists bound, the familiar feeling of his cock making her visions change. Satin sheets began to form against her face. Long silver locks splayed out, the princess shivering with excitement as she felt his hot saliva on her ass, dripping down to her untouched entrance.

"Princess~ Mhmm~ So that's what it feels like to be inside both holes at the same time~ I could get used to this, Merri." Princess. It felt affirming. His tail felt just right, practically indistinguishable from his fingers when Sir Dante was a knight. And gods, were they as vocal in her bedroom as they were in the chapel's confession booth. Her first orgasm having both of her holes filled at the same time combined with the potency of the drugs surging through her body was explosive, causing her thighs to give out.

Her demonic lover seemed to detect that her legs had given out, and whether it was an act of consideration or an opportunistic action to get her to a more vulnerable angle Merri couldn't tell. It seemed like the latter when her wrists were moved to the headboard.

The drugs are magical, Merri began to think. A euphoric smile accepting the absurdity of how they found each other in his bed was beginning to be difficult to remove from her face the entire time he moved her around. As if on cue, the bed below them stiffened and creaked in response to his kiss, her lips getting a full shot of his potent, addicting saliva.

"How about you tell me how you feel about me? Maybe if you're honest, I could give you what you like~" Merri couldn't make out more than a strangled whimper before forcing the rest of her words out thanks to his relenting grip around her neck after a few seconds of dizziness. Her world was spinning, but it didn't matter. Her demon was her gravity that kept her tethered. If her master wanted to know how she felt, that's what he would get. "I love you! I'm... I'm so happy!" She eagerly spoke past her barriers and smiled past his devilish smirk, letting his saliva drip down the side of her face without a care in the world.

"I don't believe you, babe. Maybe this might change your mind." Merri was vocal once again in this present lifetime, squealing and panting under his grip. An orgasm that could only be explained as carefree wrecked her body again, causing her to tremble and melt from his fingers alone. She trusted him with her body in its entirety just like she had the very first time in Niflheim. "Thank you, Master~" Her lips moved on their own to thank him as they always had, even if it was her first time in this universe she uttered those words.

Merri would go on to say that every time she came, the inebriated human too high in the clouds and visibly affected by the significantly higher dosage to notice that she had been the only one cumming continuously.

It was only until Able pulled out of her sensitive pussy that Merri noticed the lack of cum inside her body. Her blue eyes went wide as they always did when they were especially needy, her mouth now agape as he pulled a black pet bowl from under their bed. She immediately noticed her name already engraved in a glittery pink on its side.

"W-Where did you get this, Able?" Merri asked, briefly breaking out of her pet-state, confused as to why she hadn't noticed any sooner. When had he gotten the time to get her name engraved? She had lost it in the sea of blankets and plushies that covered the underside of her bed that Merri hadn't noticed the toys he must have prepared for her.

The puppy in her resurfaced when she watched him cum into the bowl with a blush on her face. Merri's face, now messy and streaky with smeared off makeup and their shared saliva, edged closer to the full pet bowl. She bit her lip, staring at him with a confused look on her face before realizing that her hands were still bound on purpose.

"Drink it."​

Her body moved on its down to accept his command, as if she knew before he uttered those two words that she'd drink every drop. After all, it didn't matter if it was from a bowl or straight from the source, Merri loved the taste of him, the feel of him... everything.

Merri's tongue lapped up his seed with the same loving hearts in her eyes, unphased by how degrading the act would have been to anyone else. Without her hands to tip the bowl straight down her lips, the process was slow and allowed for her to get comfortable being a 'pet'. She loved the feeling of her tongue grazing against the surface of the bowl, maintaining eye contact as she did so.

"Am I doing good, Master?" Merri asked, her loving eyes going wide; a puppy seeking approval. Even as she desperately drank his seed, she wanted more.

Once Able's cock wasn't inside her to distract her from thinking altogether, she began to notice a consistent pattern. Every single time they made love, Merri was on the receiving end of multiple, seemingly endless orgasms while Able only came once or twice. It was clear that he was holding back. After all, the look on his face wasn't one belonging to a man that was drained dry, no matter how full her bowl was currently.

"Can you please fuck me again? I-I don't want you to hold back!" Merri wagged her imaginary tail, using her ass to nudge against his crotch. She had come a long way, from the human that was reluctant to beg him to cum their first sexual encounter together, to drinking his cum from a pet bowl with a collar around her neck and her wrists bound.

"It's not fair... that I get to enjoy myself so much. I want all of you, baby... pretty please let me wring you dry?" ​

Completely Innocent Slice-of-Life Content

"Do you still trust me?" Tayena gave him a smirk, a needle with a microscopic chip was filled with nutrients meant to allow for the safe transmission through his body. They were back in the medbay, and he had just recovered from his injuries. The couple had been training together and spending quality time since their fateful date night. With each visit to the medbay, she contemplated making more alterations to her own body to make herself stronger. It was too bad that Sen hadn't hired any assistants to take the workload off yet. That meant the pirate had to pick and choose which modifications they had time for.

For now, though, medical tools splayed along the table, properly scanned and sanitized with Sen's help. "If you put this implant in, you'll be just like a criminal. It'll be painful too, you ready for that, Tai?" She gave him a wink. "Can't believe I'm corrupting a sweet prince like you." Tay planted one last kiss to her prince's lips before sinking the chip into his wrist with the sharp needle. Her hands were steady after years of shooting practice on rickety ships and cargo floors.

"Even without weapons or spells, there's going to be no fucking way we'll ever be apart." They synced their wrists together. Now, she could communicate seamlessly with her prince. Even without a radio. Even if she somehow found herself back in prison.

"You guys ready to train?" The dullahan peered through the medbay with her bodyguard in tow. They both had the most free time once the crime princess reunited with Veil.

"In a bit, Rana. We're almost done." The pirate waved her off with a smirk. Rana shrugged, a playful glint in her eye that was all too eager to postpone any plans the criminals had. It was more time to spend 'wrestling' with Veil in the sparring ring, after all.

"You ready for the tattoos now?"

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Give her a face, give her a name
That isn't hers, then make her yours
Say she's adored, call her a whore
Then pick her up, throw her on the floor​

"What the fuck is wrong with you? It appears like your master did a terrible job. He should be ashamed for letting you become a brat. Don't worry, Tori. . . I'll be sure to do what your master can't and train you right. If he's too scared to give you a punishment, I'll be harsh in his place."

Blackness.

I'm getting to know her, and all of her anger
Picked herself up, put her back together​

Tori was just a normal girl, the impact from a simple hit to her face reminded her of who she was. She wasn't a monster or a deviant. And if she was, was that truly such a crime that her people made it out to be? Especially if there were men like him roaming about? That moment, that pain alone cemented this for her. The angel didn't want to be given an ugly mark from a man like him. Not when she knew true love. Tori couldn't be given a face or a name that wasn't hers anymore. She wasn't going to be tossed away.

"D...don't insult him." Tori staggered, speaking and defending her master even if she couldn't see him. Even if she couldn't see anything. To her, it was a bigger crime than Ten using the name she didn't want him to use. Somehow, she knew she'd be rescued. "My love..." She gave him a thankful smile. She could rest for now. V could put her back together.

"Huh?"

After Ten's shock, Tori could only see the fight in short glimpses. Specifically, in short bursts that only focused on V and nobody else. "Me? Be ashamed? Funny, given how some inbred leech like you is preaching to me about how to treat someone right."

"Punish him...!" The angel was his biggest supporter. Gosh... he was so attractive fighting for her like that, blushing as she saw his eyes go dark for her. Who would have thought that Tori had a sadistic streak too? She knew that he was strong, but Tori had never inquired much into his past life as a veteran fighting alongside the heroes themselves.

Aging was a peculiar matter to immortals. There were immortals old enough that some could remember the reunification wars as if they were yesterday. There were also immortals young enough to only have an eternity without war. Instead, these younger immortals, no matter if they were vampire, angel, or demon, were almost universally raised with propaganda and taught to show respect to their comrades that still physically remained the same age. V was the former but Tori was the sheltered latter.

What she realized was that V didn't have to be a hero to go toe-to-toe with a man like Ten.

At least... until that vision was shattered. She stumbled to her feet, without any concern for her well-being, making her way to her master of hell. Campus security might not be willing to do anything, but Tori had a unique outlook on her own self-preservation.

Before she could reach out to V, Nine stopped her, creating a wall between them.

"To think, someone as pathetic as you could manage to bruise me. It looks like even I could make mistakes sometimes. I applaud you for proving me wrong. But that respect ends here." The claps were death bells, weren't they? Tori began to panic. The noises reminded her of the ringing cathedral bells back home, a sign of public shaming in the center of heaven, that there was reason to repent and reinforce their holy punishment against an unwitting pariah. Tori knew the noises of punishment all too well, the sound still rang in her dreams and they were ringing now.

"Nine." The second bell. She watched in horror, attempting to pull the woman away before flinching as Nine shifted into Tai's body. A shapeshifter? "Apologies, love. If I had to be honest, you're really fuckin cute. Such a shame to have your body as meaty as yours be wasted."

"NOOO!" Please... it was almost a compulsion at this rate, a consequence of heavenly trauma that all liberated angels held; to pray when they were backed into a corner, even if their kami wouldn't listen. Please, kami... have mercy on him. Have mercy on my king, my lord, my master...

"You're not going to hurt him anymore."

Her saviour came in again. She bowed to prostrate herself. "Even if I am not in the kami's graces for any longer, please accept my gratitude." Tori wrapped her arms around the demon lord, radiating her angelic warmth as the fae approached.

"Oh? How cute. I didn't think I'd have to kill a little fairy couple too~ Hold still love; I'll be sure to make it slow and delectably painful."

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I can't stand your condescending tone when you
Talk to me, and every other woman in the scene​

Tayena gave her fiancé a satisfied smirk as he managed to subdue Nine. "Tayena. Watch out for the vampire. I'll use my wind magic to detect Nine." Before Tay could protest to splitting up, something about Ten's smirk told the pirate that she'd have an excellent time wiping it off his face. "Whatever. If you let her touch you, I'm going to be pissed." She rolled her eyes.

Tayena didn't have her guns, but what pirate worth their salt would allow such a common scenario all criminals have found themselves in one way or another? Having tricks up her sleeve was practically part of her job description. That, and she made sure not to let their time recovering go to waste. As Tai had recovered from his injuries, she trained, both with and without him, to ensure he would never be hurt again. "Don't touch her, tick. Go back to whatever nursing home you escaped from."

"Oh, another girl to add to the harem. I don't think I'd mind breaking you in too." Tayena pushed through the crowd, her steel-reinforced body coming in between the fallen angel and the pureblood hero. The fae spotted the ground below her start to shift, similar to a loading of a gun and flew. She couldn't wait for this fight.

"So, you're not just a typical fae. Interesting. It looks like I'll have more fun with you~ Maybe I'll get to turn you into a pretty show for everyone around to watch. Don't worry, I'll make sure to return you to the crowd when I'm done making a mess of you."

You should take a look at who you are
Before I come hit you with my car
And then I'll back up
And then I'll go again

As if. ​

"Ew, don't lick your lips at me." Tayena scoffed, disgusted at the pureblood's advances. "Can't come up with anything else clever to say? Scared of a girl like me? Too fast for you to catch?" Luckily, she hadn't used any of her mana the entire day and Tayena was feeling restless to move her body. Her wings, delicate for the rest of her abrasive appearance sprouted to easily dodge the spell underneath.

The runes were intriguing too. While Tay wasn't able to read the exact script, she had enough street-smarts not to investigate her curiosity for now. Flying away was easy, but landing on the floor was off-limits unless she wanted to be ensnared in a hero's trap.

The fae dashed in the air, avoiding his attacks, using her situational awareness and superior flight abilities to her advantage. Thanks to a combination of inspiration from the other women on the crew, she utilized Rana's unpredictable fighting style alongside Yume's technological prowess. Despite both of the women she took inspiration from were present in the con, there was no way her pride would allow her to contact the dullahan through the implant in her arm.

Working with slippery criminals like Rana and Veil, she had learned to use her own unconventional body to catch her enemies off guard. Surprise was one of the most potent weapons when backed into a corner; a split-second between life behind bars or escape. Not many people, in the underworld and in the respectable galaxy had ever fought with a half-human half-fae cybernetic pirate.

They didn't know that her knuckles and the balls of her ankles could sharpen and get heavier once they landed on their foe. They also didn't know that her aim, whether it was guns or prop cutouts rivalled a sniper. Tayena launched props and attacked from the air to torment him. They didn't know that her mostly-metal frame could toss men twice her size. Well... she could do that before she became a pirate, but that was besides the point.

Still... nothing could beat a gun, to Tay's dismay. Throwing a pen into his eye didn't seem to hit the same when the redhead imagined them as bullets. If Yume had joined earlier, she would have been able to install turrets in her forearms. Still, the lapin did what she could to build upon her body without creating overly radical changes.

As the battle went on, Tayena had even been doing well before her senses were eventually used against her.

Crashes. Blasts.

A signature smoking gun smell of furious natural spells being cast. Tayena knew the smell of combat and duels all too well. She attempted to block out the noises of their battle, but her perception wouldn't let her. Neither could her loyalty to Tai. Goddammit, Tai, please be okay.

"Do you hear that, Tayena? Your prince is getting toyed with. I wonder. . . How long do you think he's going to last? I give him a couple minutes. More if my Nine wants to indulge herself in his body first~ Maybe if you surrender fast enough, you could come back to a corpse that's only in two pieces when I'm done with you~ Hurray, a body you could still bury."

Gods... goddammit! Tayena grit her teeth, cursing herself for how human she was in this moment. The princess had been on the brink of losing him not too long ago. She had just gotten him back. What turned into a fun day of making memories was becoming a painful reminder of another possibility that Tai could be taken away from her.

Tay was used to threats and bluffs from bounty hunters. Hell, she was the same pirate that shot at angels multiple times. But none of them were heroes. Something in his speech or the latent spells he used to manipulate and tap into the energy around him was making the redhead go weak. Her steeled fists clenched. Her blood... it felt hot.

Tayena was being burned alive by her own body.
Make... m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛ s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅt͖͖̠̬͛o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗... it H͇͇̹͊ͪ́̕ͅU̝̝̝̲̦ͣ͋͛̊R̛̦̦̝̤͌̏͜͟͜T̼̼̖̾͟͞S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪ.

No... she couldn't imagine her prince with another woman. Not... not ever... again.

Tai P̤̤͖ͪ͑̕͜͜R̛̦̦̝̤͌̏͜͟͜Ơ̷̴̪̪̝͈̥͈̆̀̚M͚͚̻͂̇͜͟͟I̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪE̢̢̻ͮͧͦ͋͞͡D̷̨̥̥̥͖̞͐ͮ̄. ​

Her resolute violet eyes faltered, as if she was back in her castle during that fateful day. Pirates could be caught off-guard too. "You take that back, you fucking LEECH! I'm! I'm gonna fucking KILL you!" Her fists became erratic, swinging wildly. It didn't matter if some of her hits began to miss. It wasn't like she could ever be perfect anyway.

"YOU DON'T GET TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!" The fae shrieked, angry tears flowing from her face. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK! TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW!"

​

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"Oh, V..." Tori wrapped her arms around him, the same way she would if he had returned from the war. "There's no need to act strong for me, V. You got a hit on a hero! For me of all people. That's... that's so impressive. You're soooo strong~" And hot. Tori squeezed him tight.

"Tori. . . Let's take a break before we meet up with the others. I'm. . . Sorry, that I wasn't enough to beat him up for you. I. . . I'm just happy you're okay. Can we go back to the park for a little before we catch up with the other-"

While Tayena was concerned about losing her prince, Tori had recently reunited with hers. "Wait." Tori wanted to make things up to him. "I... my healing classes were a long time ago, but I know how to heal spirit magic." She squinted her eyes as if she was straining. No luck. "S-sorry..." She was fallen. She was about to curse the kami once again before they both bumped into a hero.

"Thank you, friend."

As Sen healed her demon lord, her eyes widened at the sight of a fellow angel. Was his wife fallen... like her? No, that wasn't right. While Rafaela's appearance, from the facial piercings, the tattoos, to her matching dark hair, all aligned with the stereotypes of a fallen angel, there was a key difference that differentiated her from her fallen comrades. Her wings were still white, though, having come from the dubious myth that they were made 'white' with belief in a kami. "Oh, um--"

"It's Sen. But. . . I guess you might know me as the hero, Three. This is my wife, Rafaela. You two. Who did this? Who hurt you? Where is she?"

Unlike her human husband, Rafaela was dressed as a chaperone. Dark sunglasses covered her features, with a loose convention t-shirt covering her muscular frame. Nothing, not even the subpar weapons section drew her to the convention other than her desire to not be in the same ship as the vampire couple when the crew was gone. That, and making sure their new daughter was alright. The others were strong enough on their own, but Yume needed protection from a strong angel like her... right?

"Y-You're Rafaela?! T-The first angel? You're really married to a human?" There was no angel in the galaxy, fallen or otherwise that didn't know about the hero, her halo was practically signature to her, it looked more streamlined, but it was undoubtedly her. Tori's prayers had been answered, just not to the god that she had expected. Not that she expected much of the intended kami anyhow.

"H-How did you do it?!" Tori was starstruck and in utter disbelief of who she was seeing. Her voice sounded like she met her role models. As a daughter of two archangels, she knew of their mandates and loopholes. Angels selected to be warriors didn't have the same leeway that 'civilian' angels were. They were bathed in holy fire and given inseparable weapons at birth. While Raf was a hero of the galaxy, warrior angels were the chosen heroes of heaven. "You were a christened warrior, they couldn't have let you off easy... I-I... wish I could be like you!"

"Shit. . . Yan's gonna not let me hear the end of it if that prince ends up needing surgery in the med-bay. . . Again."

"Come on, Raf. Let's save our family."

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: sʟᴏᴘᴘʏ | ᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʟᴀ & ᴜᴘsᴀʜʟ
↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺
God called, she said I'm headed straight into the fire
But I like the way that it burns
Karma, keeps showin' up and slashin' all my tires
But maybe that's what I deserve

"Already ahead of you, Sen."​

Rafaela loved being called his wife, a cocky smile that showed her lip and tongue piercing for a brief moment was meant to make her husband's heart skip a beat. In fact, she was already glowing. However, the glow was only visible on her hair, with her enhanced sunglasses blocking most of the blinding light. "Yan's gonna fucking yell at me too, remember? We barely escaped the last time."

But before she left, the golden angel noticed she almost loved angels that loved this new version of her just as much. "I can't stay for too long AND it's smart to get out of anywhere Ten's staying. But... sure. Let me tell you a secret, sister~" Rafaela gave the fellow angel a smirk, pulling her christened lance out of her chest, twirling it in the air with a hint of braggadocio. "Dedicate yourself to a god that cares." The taller angel tapped on the golden tag below her collar before launching herself in the air.

Tried it out, played my role, did everything I was told
But the universe still has me in a choke hold, so
If life is gonna fuck me, then give it to me sloppy
On a silver platter, serve me a disaster
Get undressed, leave a mess, worry 'bout it after​

"Give me a shout if Ten ends up being too strong for you~" Sending her husband off with another arrogant look, the prideful hero dove straight towards the more dangerous foe. Would she truly be the first hero and their leader if she wasn't willing to throw herself into the fray?

Though, once Rafaela entered the scene, she groaned at Nine's antics. The shapeshifter, to Raf's dismay, was playing with her food again. That was annoying. The angel was a battering ram, not a logician. Ugh... she grit her teeth. Who was she supposed to pummel? There was some merit to simply attacking whoever was less damaged (considering the strength of a fae prince next to a hero), but men like Sen and women like Yan were proof that nobody could be underestimated.

Still, she couldn't be a halfway decent leader without some deduction skills. Or at the very least, tactics to compensate for where she was lacking. Whatever.

"Nine? HA. I didn't know you turned into Ten's bitch after the war. Beating on kids as soon as you get out of Yan's shadow?" Raf provoked the shapeshifter, paying attention to her split-second reaction. If she couldn't recognize who was who, Raf was going to drag her out. Unbeknownst to even the angel herself, her psyche was being filled with hubris. The gracious leader that prayed after each defeat in battle was becoming irreverent, openly taunting her foes.

It was clear to any hero that fought against or alongside her that Nine was fighting a different One. There you are, bitch. With a slight upturn to her lips, the angel smiled as if she had caught her prey.

If life is gonna fuck me
It better call me mommy
Bend me over backwards, dare to make me sadder

But her husband wasn't the only person that influenced her fighting now. Her new daughter had taught her the value of caution, of thinking before acting after too many broken scraps when Raf attempted to help with Sen's cosplay. It had taken a few bumps in the road, but Yume managed to convince her that 'smiting her enemies with impunity knowing you're correct beyond a reasonable doubt' was worth the payoff of powderizing everything in sight. Now, the brash angel was going to assess her options once she had gotten every single piece of information.

"Alright, I'm trapping you both until Sen's done. Or your girlfriend. Whoever beats that vamp up first. Sorry kid." She rolled her eyes, her fists glowing gold. "If either of you try to escape, I'm smiting you from the inside." Using slightly different magic from what protected Yan from a bullet-storm in Yokoso, she grabbed 'both' fairy princes and trapped them both midair with what appeared to be twin golden spheres. While they could both move and speak to their heart's content, they couldn't attack each other.

Being the most powerful hero felt good.
"Hey Sen! How's it going over there?"
The angel had the gall to ask.​