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Hello! I'm Hrafntinna and I've been role-playing for a little over ten years. Currently I'm looking for someone to play opposite my 'tomboy' cowgirl OC in a life-or-death western adventure set after the fall of humanity.
I'm mainly looking for a noncon story where MC gets in over her head with a Texas Chainsaw Massacre type mutant family. They fuck with her and molest and eventually repeatedly noncon MC until she can figure out how to escape! I want a part horror story part western, starting with MC traveling half-starved until she finds the family and offers to work for food, only to be slowly trapped in their web and totally abused.
Here's what I have for my character's description:
A short, weathered coyote of a woman with a thin hatchet-like face and close-cropped copper colored hair. What little of her skin that's exposed is pale and lightly freckled. Her narrow eyes are as green and sharp as a desert cactus. She moves like a snake: slow and deliberate, but not cautious. Her body is somewhere between a dancer's and a boxer's: densely muscled, but sleek - mobile. She tends to keep her arms - both spotted with cigarette burns and a few faded stick-and-poke tattoos of dubious quality - tense at her side and her hand never too far from the revolver that hangs loose at her hips - always polished to a gleam. In the right light one can see engraved in its yellowed bone grip the words "Non serviam".
When she smiles it's possible to see a tooth is missing on her right side and just above one of her green eyes permanently squints. The middle of her nose curves to the right from being broken and reset improperly. A ragged piece of flesh has been torn from her left ear, both of which are decorated with piercings consisting of rows of tarnished rings and a handful of small bones. A brand stands out on the rounded muscle of her shoulder in large simple letters: "XIII".
Her clothes are caked with dust and worn with both travel and age. She tends to wear clothes that are slightly too big for her so that they hang off her lean frame and conceal the subtleties of her form. In addition, she's often seen in a dark wide-brimmed hat so that little - if any - of her pallid skin ever sees the desert sun. A long string of blackened ears hangs around her neck that rattles as she walks.
Her voice is silk and gravel: an almost musical mezzo-soprano with a coarseness that's accentuated when she raises it. She smells faintly of cigarette smoke and tequila.
As for the setting, imagine a sprawling futuristic slum city designed jointly by Wayne Barlowe and H.R. giger, where burned out skyscrapers with thousands of gaping black windows stand side by side with ashen temples made of bone and flesh. Where monsters of every description crowd narrow streets shoulder to shoulder with humans of a similarly varied nature. Genemodding, cybernetics, black magic and blood sacrifices.
A sky long dark with smoke and hellfire that devours endlessly, swallowing entire cities whole.
I'm not doing what's in my head justice, but that's the general idea.
I value communication in my RPs above all else, I will always try to be clear when something is going down a path I dislike and I'll try not to ghost. I ask the same from my partners: I will try to cater to my partner as much as is reasonable, and only ask if something comes up irl that you let me know beforehand so I'm not waiting on a post that's never coming.
I only write in past tense and third person, and you can expect a post every three days minimum.
Ons:
-Noncon
-Pain
-Bondage
-Torture
-Size-play (bigger partners)
-Bloodplay
-Molestation
-Humiliation
Offs:
-Unrealistic smut (Bulging stomachs, impossible insertions, etc.)
-Mind control / hypno
-Any transformation
-Scat ( Watersports is fine and even welcome in certain circumstances, like to show extreme pain/fear and to humiliate MC)
A sample of my writing will be sent upon request! Please mention "coffee" in your opener so I know you read this far!
Thanks for reading my post, I look forward to hearing from you!
I'm mainly looking for a noncon story where MC gets in over her head with a Texas Chainsaw Massacre type mutant family. They fuck with her and molest and eventually repeatedly noncon MC until she can figure out how to escape! I want a part horror story part western, starting with MC traveling half-starved until she finds the family and offers to work for food, only to be slowly trapped in their web and totally abused.
Here's what I have for my character's description:
A short, weathered coyote of a woman with a thin hatchet-like face and close-cropped copper colored hair. What little of her skin that's exposed is pale and lightly freckled. Her narrow eyes are as green and sharp as a desert cactus. She moves like a snake: slow and deliberate, but not cautious. Her body is somewhere between a dancer's and a boxer's: densely muscled, but sleek - mobile. She tends to keep her arms - both spotted with cigarette burns and a few faded stick-and-poke tattoos of dubious quality - tense at her side and her hand never too far from the revolver that hangs loose at her hips - always polished to a gleam. In the right light one can see engraved in its yellowed bone grip the words "Non serviam".
When she smiles it's possible to see a tooth is missing on her right side and just above one of her green eyes permanently squints. The middle of her nose curves to the right from being broken and reset improperly. A ragged piece of flesh has been torn from her left ear, both of which are decorated with piercings consisting of rows of tarnished rings and a handful of small bones. A brand stands out on the rounded muscle of her shoulder in large simple letters: "XIII".
Her clothes are caked with dust and worn with both travel and age. She tends to wear clothes that are slightly too big for her so that they hang off her lean frame and conceal the subtleties of her form. In addition, she's often seen in a dark wide-brimmed hat so that little - if any - of her pallid skin ever sees the desert sun. A long string of blackened ears hangs around her neck that rattles as she walks.
Her voice is silk and gravel: an almost musical mezzo-soprano with a coarseness that's accentuated when she raises it. She smells faintly of cigarette smoke and tequila.
As for the setting, imagine a sprawling futuristic slum city designed jointly by Wayne Barlowe and H.R. giger, where burned out skyscrapers with thousands of gaping black windows stand side by side with ashen temples made of bone and flesh. Where monsters of every description crowd narrow streets shoulder to shoulder with humans of a similarly varied nature. Genemodding, cybernetics, black magic and blood sacrifices.
A sky long dark with smoke and hellfire that devours endlessly, swallowing entire cities whole.
I'm not doing what's in my head justice, but that's the general idea.
I value communication in my RPs above all else, I will always try to be clear when something is going down a path I dislike and I'll try not to ghost. I ask the same from my partners: I will try to cater to my partner as much as is reasonable, and only ask if something comes up irl that you let me know beforehand so I'm not waiting on a post that's never coming.
I only write in past tense and third person, and you can expect a post every three days minimum.
Ons:
-Noncon
-Pain
-Bondage
-Torture
-Size-play (bigger partners)
-Bloodplay
-Molestation
-Humiliation
Offs:
-Unrealistic smut (Bulging stomachs, impossible insertions, etc.)
-Mind control / hypno
-Any transformation
-Scat ( Watersports is fine and even welcome in certain circumstances, like to show extreme pain/fear and to humiliate MC)
A sample of my writing will be sent upon request! Please mention "coffee" in your opener so I know you read this far!
Thanks for reading my post, I look forward to hearing from you!