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Hi there. I'm cravin' steamy, intricate stories with as many twists as there is romance. I also don't want to worry about censoring smut, which is why I'm here.
I only play in PMs.
* Art/photo references or written descriptions
* Any setting from modern slice-of-life, supernatural, historical, etc.
* Any plot:smut ratio
* Good grammar (but I also give gold stars for effort)
* No word count
* Casual, no pressure frequency. Ghost-friendly.
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Welcome kinks: foreplay, teasing, dirty talk, seduction, body worship, strip tease, lingerie, sexy/slutty clothing, leaving marks (lipstick, hickies, scratches, etc.), hair pulling, spanking, rough sex, light-moderate bondage, leash/collar, neckties, size difference/larger partners, daddy doms, soft playful femdom, power play, breeding, interracial, incest/stepcest, sharing partners, group sex, polyamory, public/semi-public sex, BDSM, fetish clubs, lust, raw sexual attraction, primal, sensual descriptions, taboo, and more
Limits: scat, vore, snuff, probably the more "extreme" kinks
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Looking for the below story prompts in particular. I'm flexible on the details and kinks. Take them as plotbunnies or just as writing samples if you have your own ideas.
Would especially love a "reverse harem" or FMM polyamory roleplay!
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Here Be Plots
Kiss Me, Kill Me
Succubus x incubus x hunter or victim
Setting: Modern urban supernatural fantasy
Themes/kinks: seduction, polyamory, teasing, sexy/slutty clothing, mystery, adventure, magic, demons, spells, enchanted objects, back alleys, hidden underworld, aphrodisiacs, pheromones, mind control, hypnosis, body worship, public sex, exhibition, sex clubs, hunter, predator x prey, pansexuality
(TLDR: ancient succubus ends up on modern earth and various people either help or hinder)
Her memory came broken. Flashbacks of distant chanting, a chalk circle broken. A fading scream from another world just as she lost consciousness.
Then she stirred awake upon cold, flat rock that wasn't quite rock. It left her utterly drained.
Where in seven hells was she?
She'd survive, fight tooth and claw if she had to, and find out who killed her peace. Interestingly, the prey here were far softer than she expected. Falling under her spell without a single word, they were so naive as if they'd never seen anything like her before. It was almost too easy. She feasted until she felt like her old self again, leaving a careless trail of bodies sporting blissful eerie smiles.
A low purr. "Well, aren't you out of place, sugar."
She turned. Her golden eyes scanned a bespoke suit up and down and the tall, handsome body attached to it. An incubus. Unlike humans and most other species, the only way to gain energy from a demon was by killing one... though it did not mean they were all cannibalistic degenerates who would eat each other on sight. And, it seemed neither of them were hungry. For now.
Vanna uncrossed her arms curiously. "Hauzidunoh?" The words were thick in her mouth, heavy with an alien accent. She could speak any language, but each new one took time to get used to.
Was she not the master of disguises as she once thought, blending perfectly into this new world and its people? She'd hid her wings and horns and everything otherworldly about her, a damn good version of a mere mortal she could say so herself.
"When you look like that," he gave a small nod to the revealing bejeweled leather armor barely clinging to her full curves. "-it's not a question."
Vanna put one hand on her hip and raised a cool brow, daring him to go where few man had gone before: to criticize her impeccable fashion sense. "Hmm, ryke vaht?" Back on Helos, she wore only the most exquisite of the era. Some of her outfits left little to the imagination, but distraction made a fine defense in battle.
He stepped closer, turning them around so her back was against the wall. Later she would come to realize he was shielding them from public view. "Like a medieval dominatrix who stepped out of the wrong strip club," he smirked. From his flippant tone, she got the distinct impression she should feel insulted, except-
"Ha! I noh not vaht you min." Joke's on him. Those foreign words meant nothing to her. The smug hubris glowed bright in her eyes, flickering with silent questions. Medieval? Strip club?
He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Exactly... You don't know much, do you? Let's get you off the street." He grabbed her arm like she was a lost child, leading them back down the alley. "Where'd you even come from?"
Surely there must've been hunters in her world. There were hunters here on Earth too, just out of sight and in the shadows. If he left her alone, she would not last a week.
Her memory came broken. Flashbacks of distant chanting, a chalk circle broken. A fading scream from another world just as she lost consciousness.
Then she stirred awake upon cold, flat rock that wasn't quite rock. It left her utterly drained.
Where in seven hells was she?
She'd survive, fight tooth and claw if she had to, and find out who killed her peace. Interestingly, the prey here were far softer than she expected. Falling under her spell without a single word, they were so naive as if they'd never seen anything like her before. It was almost too easy. She feasted until she felt like her old self again, leaving a careless trail of bodies sporting blissful eerie smiles.
A low purr. "Well, aren't you out of place, sugar."
She turned. Her golden eyes scanned a bespoke suit up and down and the tall, handsome body attached to it. An incubus. Unlike humans and most other species, the only way to gain energy from a demon was by killing one... though it did not mean they were all cannibalistic degenerates who would eat each other on sight. And, it seemed neither of them were hungry. For now.
Vanna uncrossed her arms curiously. "Hauzidunoh?" The words were thick in her mouth, heavy with an alien accent. She could speak any language, but each new one took time to get used to.
Was she not the master of disguises as she once thought, blending perfectly into this new world and its people? She'd hid her wings and horns and everything otherworldly about her, a damn good version of a mere mortal she could say so herself.
"When you look like that," he gave a small nod to the revealing bejeweled leather armor barely clinging to her full curves. "-it's not a question."
Vanna put one hand on her hip and raised a cool brow, daring him to go where few man had gone before: to criticize her impeccable fashion sense. "Hmm, ryke vaht?" Back on Helos, she wore only the most exquisite of the era. Some of her outfits left little to the imagination, but distraction made a fine defense in battle.
He stepped closer, turning them around so her back was against the wall. Later she would come to realize he was shielding them from public view. "Like a medieval dominatrix who stepped out of the wrong strip club," he smirked. From his flippant tone, she got the distinct impression she should feel insulted, except-
"Ha! I noh not vaht you min." Joke's on him. Those foreign words meant nothing to her. The smug hubris glowed bright in her eyes, flickering with silent questions. Medieval? Strip club?
He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Exactly... You don't know much, do you? Let's get you off the street." He grabbed her arm like she was a lost child, leading them back down the alley. "Where'd you even come from?"
Surely there must've been hunters in her world. There were hunters here on Earth too, just out of sight and in the shadows. If he left her alone, she would not last a week.
Open to the idea she meets a hunter first instead. This can go in other directions that are just as fun.
Treat Me Like Your Last Cigarette
Assassins/bounty hunters vs the world
Setting: futuristic sci-fi fantasy, but can also be any type of fantasy (futuristic, modern, historical) with supernatural/alien creatures
Themes/kinks: soulmates, ride-or-die, hurt/comfort, playful banter, rough sex, weapon play, life on the edge, sexy/slutty clothing, disguises, interplanetary adventures/travel, genetic modifications, enhanced abilities, revenge, violence, reunion
(TLDR: suicidal badasses try to subvert a powerful society with their murder skills)
Their lives had been entwined for as long as they could remember. They were slaves to the same master, trained to be soldiers, killers, pleasure toys - whatever was the master's whim - and enduring horrific abuse.
Then the stars and moons aligned for her to finally escape. She never intended to leave him behind, but neither was turning back only for them both to be caught again. At least one of them should make it out; he would've wanted that. Once she was strong enough, she told herself, she'd come back for him, and all she could hope was that it wouldn't be too late.
But mayhem followed everywhere she went, derailing her plans. She was nightmare and death. They made her like this. Maybe if her monster fell on a blade one day, then she'd get a taste of the peace she long sought. She could dream that was all she had to do. It'd be easier if she had him by her side, the only one she ever trusted, but saving a man is that much harder not knowing where he is. Since that fateful night, she never saw him again...
... until years later in a wild, hostile land far away where they nearly kill each other fighting over the same bounty.
He's changed. So much so, she might not have recognized him if not for old habits he still hadn't managed to break after all this time.
Will he join her or end her?
Because lately, she's been losing it. Was it from all the Valkan wine? Lonely is the only fool in the universe on a mission to do the impossible: end the Noctra's parasitic rule, free the slaves, burn down society as they know. Too bad, she's yet to kill just one. The "masters" are said to be immortal, some of them thousands and thousands of years old, almost vampiric in nature. However, she's seen them bleed, and that's all she needs.
Their lives had been entwined for as long as they could remember. They were slaves to the same master, trained to be soldiers, killers, pleasure toys - whatever was the master's whim - and enduring horrific abuse.
Then the stars and moons aligned for her to finally escape. She never intended to leave him behind, but neither was turning back only for them both to be caught again. At least one of them should make it out; he would've wanted that. Once she was strong enough, she told herself, she'd come back for him, and all she could hope was that it wouldn't be too late.
But mayhem followed everywhere she went, derailing her plans. She was nightmare and death. They made her like this. Maybe if her monster fell on a blade one day, then she'd get a taste of the peace she long sought. She could dream that was all she had to do. It'd be easier if she had him by her side, the only one she ever trusted, but saving a man is that much harder not knowing where he is. Since that fateful night, she never saw him again...
... until years later in a wild, hostile land far away where they nearly kill each other fighting over the same bounty.
He's changed. So much so, she might not have recognized him if not for old habits he still hadn't managed to break after all this time.
Will he join her or end her?
Because lately, she's been losing it. Was it from all the Valkan wine? Lonely is the only fool in the universe on a mission to do the impossible: end the Noctra's parasitic rule, free the slaves, burn down society as they know. Too bad, she's yet to kill just one. The "masters" are said to be immortal, some of them thousands and thousands of years old, almost vampiric in nature. However, she's seen them bleed, and that's all she needs.
Maybe he's not actually "free" like she is. If he's still a slave and brainwashed, she could fight to save him. Or vice versa - he's free and she's a slave - if you'd rather rescue her before joining forces.
Roses & Revolutions
Princess x betrothed x rebel leader
Setting: historical fantasy or alternate modern universe
Themes/kinks: arranged marriage, kidnapping with good intentions, forbidden romance, polyamory, politics, hidden agendas, other secrets, exploration, sneaking around, keeping up appearances, class differences, conflicting interests, world building
(TLDR: princess' plans to marry prince charming goes sideways when she's kidnapped by gallant rogue)
Despite being their only daughter and future queen to a powerful kingdom, she knew she wouldn't have much control of her own life, even less so once her father announces her marriage to another royal of a neighboring country. The political alliance is necessary to strengthen the royal family and stave off trouble brewing within led by a masked insurgent. From the balcony, she's seen the bold condemnation scrawled on walls and the occasional daring pandemonium in the market square attracting a crowd until they're dispersed by the king's army. No blood has been shed so far, but the unrest is thick, and every small clash has the potential to escalate into violence.
A few months before the wedding, she meets her betrothed for the first time. Much to her chagrin and surprise, he isn't at all the bad man she was sure he'd be. He's beautiful and charming with flaws she can tolerate. Day by day, she gets to know him, and it becomes easier for her to believe they can build a future together.
That future feels clear until her caravan is attacked by bandits. She might've died then had she not been rescued by a mysterious stranger, one who she affectionately nicknames "Not A Bandit". Despite his secrets, she can't help but feel intrigued. It's not the first time they meet. They cross paths many more, always in back alleys, hidden corners, whenever she escapes the castle disguised and unguarded. He shows her a different, darker side to the kingdom she's never seen, and she begins to feel sympathy for the people.
But, she could've never expected it. Bells ringing and petals fluttering, her wedding day comes. Before the rites that tie the two royals together can be finished, there's an unnatural boom, smoke, screaming, and chaos. Once the darkness clears, the crowd sees that their princess has vanished.
When she awakens, a devilishly handsome face smiles down at her. Not A Bandit. He means to save her from her world- a forced marriage, from becoming a pawn in her father's games. Freedom.
The problem is, she never asked to be saved, and this has thrown the proverbial wrench in her plans.
Unfortunately, he can't possibly let her back now that he realizes she's not yet on his side and she knows more about him than any other royal including his secret hideout... and that he's the rebel leader.
Despite being their only daughter and future queen to a powerful kingdom, she knew she wouldn't have much control of her own life, even less so once her father announces her marriage to another royal of a neighboring country. The political alliance is necessary to strengthen the royal family and stave off trouble brewing within led by a masked insurgent. From the balcony, she's seen the bold condemnation scrawled on walls and the occasional daring pandemonium in the market square attracting a crowd until they're dispersed by the king's army. No blood has been shed so far, but the unrest is thick, and every small clash has the potential to escalate into violence.
A few months before the wedding, she meets her betrothed for the first time. Much to her chagrin and surprise, he isn't at all the bad man she was sure he'd be. He's beautiful and charming with flaws she can tolerate. Day by day, she gets to know him, and it becomes easier for her to believe they can build a future together.
That future feels clear until her caravan is attacked by bandits. She might've died then had she not been rescued by a mysterious stranger, one who she affectionately nicknames "Not A Bandit". Despite his secrets, she can't help but feel intrigued. It's not the first time they meet. They cross paths many more, always in back alleys, hidden corners, whenever she escapes the castle disguised and unguarded. He shows her a different, darker side to the kingdom she's never seen, and she begins to feel sympathy for the people.
But, she could've never expected it. Bells ringing and petals fluttering, her wedding day comes. Before the rites that tie the two royals together can be finished, there's an unnatural boom, smoke, screaming, and chaos. Once the darkness clears, the crowd sees that their princess has vanished.
When she awakens, a devilishly handsome face smiles down at her. Not A Bandit. He means to save her from her world- a forced marriage, from becoming a pawn in her father's games. Freedom.
The problem is, she never asked to be saved, and this has thrown the proverbial wrench in her plans.
Unfortunately, he can't possibly let her back now that he realizes she's not yet on his side and she knows more about him than any other royal including his secret hideout... and that he's the rebel leader.
Worlds Apart
Fae native x lone soldier
Setting: futuristic sci-fi fantasy or high fantasy
Themes/kinks: exploration, mystery, multiple cultures, world building, language barrier, conflicting interests, politics, military, survival, anachronistic visions as tool for foreshadowing or discovery
(TLDR: clairvoyant local meets forsaken soldier in the midst of war)
Planet X-4537 is full of life, mystery, and danger. It is also home to the Gregory particles, named after the discovering astrophysicist Dr. Fred Gregory (gone missing shortly thereafter). One of these can power their largest vessel for decades and restore faded cities. Its energy is incredible. For a dying civilization, it's renewed hope. To no one's surprise, this sparks a desperate scramble to find more. Overcoming hardship after hardship, they carve out impressive colonies and set up bases around the area, continuously expanding. A soldier is sent to a fort on the outermost boundary, where upon finding it to be dilapidated and overrun by primal wildlife, they start making repairs. Unbeknownst to them, a civil war has broken out among the starfleet, and the remote outpost is the last thing on anyone's mind.
She lives on the fringes of society, an outcast. The native Voroi empire claim a vast territory, having mapped a major portion of the continent. Their art and culture are a source of pride. However, one thing still remains a mystery since the day they appeared thousands of years ago. The Embers have long been considered sacred, enough for the Voroi to build temples around these rare floating lights despite having no practical use. As a blossoming scientist, she cannot sate her curiosity without delving deeper; there has to be an explanation behind these phenomenons other than "they were sent by the Gods" -- if the Gods exist anyway. After an unfortunate accident with an Ember that marks her body in glowing scars, she starts seeing things: the past, the future, other worlds. Slowly losing the ability to tell time and space apart, she doesn't know if she's in the present or what's real, and it takes a heavy toll on her mind. Hiding away at a secluded temple with her faithful two-headed dog, she's the first to notice that the "abandoned" fort nearby is not so abandoned after all.
Planet X-4537 is full of life, mystery, and danger. It is also home to the Gregory particles, named after the discovering astrophysicist Dr. Fred Gregory (gone missing shortly thereafter). One of these can power their largest vessel for decades and restore faded cities. Its energy is incredible. For a dying civilization, it's renewed hope. To no one's surprise, this sparks a desperate scramble to find more. Overcoming hardship after hardship, they carve out impressive colonies and set up bases around the area, continuously expanding. A soldier is sent to a fort on the outermost boundary, where upon finding it to be dilapidated and overrun by primal wildlife, they start making repairs. Unbeknownst to them, a civil war has broken out among the starfleet, and the remote outpost is the last thing on anyone's mind.
She lives on the fringes of society, an outcast. The native Voroi empire claim a vast territory, having mapped a major portion of the continent. Their art and culture are a source of pride. However, one thing still remains a mystery since the day they appeared thousands of years ago. The Embers have long been considered sacred, enough for the Voroi to build temples around these rare floating lights despite having no practical use. As a blossoming scientist, she cannot sate her curiosity without delving deeper; there has to be an explanation behind these phenomenons other than "they were sent by the Gods" -- if the Gods exist anyway. After an unfortunate accident with an Ember that marks her body in glowing scars, she starts seeing things: the past, the future, other worlds. Slowly losing the ability to tell time and space apart, she doesn't know if she's in the present or what's real, and it takes a heavy toll on her mind. Hiding away at a secluded temple with her faithful two-headed dog, she's the first to notice that the "abandoned" fort nearby is not so abandoned after all.
Dripping In Prada
High-class stepdaughter x blue-collar stepfather
Setting: modern or any setting
Themes/kinks: stepcest, blackmail, harassment, age difference, soft femdom, lots of teasing, and more teasing, secrets that can end everything, slow burn, trope reversal
(TLDR: stepdaughter tries to manipulate a good man into trouble)
The Verniers are wealthy. Old money, oil empire wealthy. Her father passed away over a decade ago, but his memory is still everywhere, haunting. When Mrs. Vernier finally moves on, she's swept off her feet by a rather ordinary stranger, much to the disapproval of her only daughter Blake.
It doesn't help that he's unusually attractive. That face is older, weathered, but damn his soul feels young. He's clever, sweet, funny - and just about as many dad jokes as she expected. What a fucking saint. It's what she hates about him most: that deep down, maybe he doesn't deserve her anger.
She looks like an angel, but inside, she's something else. There isn't anything worth the hell she plans, especially not their money nor their lifestyle that comes with a bigger price tag than he can ever pay. After years of practice on her servants, classmates, and everyone else as the Queen Bitch, she thought she knew how to bring someone to their knees.
The problem is she can't make up her own mind. Her touch is teasing. And, thrown like a game of darts are those backhanded compliments dipped in honey; how many can she score? Burning behind concealed emotions and sultry eyes that beckon, she lives to rip apart his seams and push him away, so she could pull him closer. She flirts without shame just to see him blush-- if she could only catch him doing more than that. The brush of her toes under the table isn't an accident, and all those times she shows enough skin without giving it all away is for his viewing pleasure only. Yes, just him. Like a devil on his shoulder, she'll be there waiting to goad him into doing something stupid; there has to be a crack behind that shining armor her mother doesn't see, an imperfect darkness. But, when he finally slips up, will she enjoy it enough to want more?
The Verniers are wealthy. Old money, oil empire wealthy. Her father passed away over a decade ago, but his memory is still everywhere, haunting. When Mrs. Vernier finally moves on, she's swept off her feet by a rather ordinary stranger, much to the disapproval of her only daughter Blake.
It doesn't help that he's unusually attractive. That face is older, weathered, but damn his soul feels young. He's clever, sweet, funny - and just about as many dad jokes as she expected. What a fucking saint. It's what she hates about him most: that deep down, maybe he doesn't deserve her anger.
She looks like an angel, but inside, she's something else. There isn't anything worth the hell she plans, especially not their money nor their lifestyle that comes with a bigger price tag than he can ever pay. After years of practice on her servants, classmates, and everyone else as the Queen Bitch, she thought she knew how to bring someone to their knees.
The problem is she can't make up her own mind. Her touch is teasing. And, thrown like a game of darts are those backhanded compliments dipped in honey; how many can she score? Burning behind concealed emotions and sultry eyes that beckon, she lives to rip apart his seams and push him away, so she could pull him closer. She flirts without shame just to see him blush-- if she could only catch him doing more than that. The brush of her toes under the table isn't an accident, and all those times she shows enough skin without giving it all away is for his viewing pleasure only. Yes, just him. Like a devil on his shoulder, she'll be there waiting to goad him into doing something stupid; there has to be a crack behind that shining armor her mother doesn't see, an imperfect darkness. But, when he finally slips up, will she enjoy it enough to want more?
Bad Habits
Good girl x bad boy or bad girl x good boy (I'll play either)
Setting: modern or any setting
Themes/kinks: opposites attract, toxic relationship, crime, magnet for trouble, slow burn
(TLDR: dashing bad boy does something stupid that lands good girl in trouble who then never wants to see him again... or does she?)
This is written from the perspective of good girl x bad boy but it can easily be played as bad girl x good boy.
They couldn't be more different. Straight A student, captain of a varsity sports team, Ivy league legacy. Everyone knew where she was headed. As for the kid who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks? Who the hell even cared.
Her friends introduced them, because she was the only goody two-shoes who went to their parties with her boyfriend but never drank. Said if there was someone who could get anyone fucked up, it'd be that daredevil with the shit-eating grin, leather and scars screaming a lifetime of mistakes and never learning. The whole thing was so dumb she didn't even want to try, but they made a bet she never thought she'd lose. She was wrong. "That was rigged," she accused, but the response was a cool smile, "So what? Still gotta drink up, Golden." "No-good smooth-talkin' hustler," she muttered, then gagged the tequila shot down amidst the cheers of her teammates.
He became the first for a lot of things: drinking, smoking, playing hooky. They should've been rivals but became fast friends. By accident, she learned all the things no one else cared to learn: like how at heart, bad boy was a good guy, surprisingly hard working. Once in a blue moon, she felt sorry for him. But more often, she found out the guy's bad karma was well-deserved. There were a lot of things that should've ended it but didn't. Not the lying and the dealing nor the gangbangers who came around and they had to run. Not even the time Hustler "forgot his keys" yet still somehow unlocked the door and started the engine. They weren't stealing someone else's car, were they? Nah, he assured. It's a rental. And again, Golden Girl tossed it away into the ever growing ocean of red flags she ignored.
That was until reality hit harder than a freight train, waking her from a long dream when her friend's overflowing chaos inevitably fucked up her own life. That was the last straw.
She didn't care. She'd leave him in the dust, because nothing good happened after dark anyway. Was never gonna talk to him again. Didn't even want to see his face.
Shit...
She couldn't stop thinking about him.
This is written from the perspective of good girl x bad boy but it can easily be played as bad girl x good boy.
They couldn't be more different. Straight A student, captain of a varsity sports team, Ivy league legacy. Everyone knew where she was headed. As for the kid who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks? Who the hell even cared.
Her friends introduced them, because she was the only goody two-shoes who went to their parties with her boyfriend but never drank. Said if there was someone who could get anyone fucked up, it'd be that daredevil with the shit-eating grin, leather and scars screaming a lifetime of mistakes and never learning. The whole thing was so dumb she didn't even want to try, but they made a bet she never thought she'd lose. She was wrong. "That was rigged," she accused, but the response was a cool smile, "So what? Still gotta drink up, Golden." "No-good smooth-talkin' hustler," she muttered, then gagged the tequila shot down amidst the cheers of her teammates.
He became the first for a lot of things: drinking, smoking, playing hooky. They should've been rivals but became fast friends. By accident, she learned all the things no one else cared to learn: like how at heart, bad boy was a good guy, surprisingly hard working. Once in a blue moon, she felt sorry for him. But more often, she found out the guy's bad karma was well-deserved. There were a lot of things that should've ended it but didn't. Not the lying and the dealing nor the gangbangers who came around and they had to run. Not even the time Hustler "forgot his keys" yet still somehow unlocked the door and started the engine. They weren't stealing someone else's car, were they? Nah, he assured. It's a rental. And again, Golden Girl tossed it away into the ever growing ocean of red flags she ignored.
That was until reality hit harder than a freight train, waking her from a long dream when her friend's overflowing chaos inevitably fucked up her own life. That was the last straw.
She didn't care. She'd leave him in the dust, because nothing good happened after dark anyway. Was never gonna talk to him again. Didn't even want to see his face.
Shit...
She couldn't stop thinking about him.
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Other Characters
-- No specific plots yet. But I wouldn't mind playing these types.
Kumiho/Kitsune x Your Idea
Fae Royal x Your Idea
Pirate Queen x Your Idea