Fx M or F 🌹 𝔘𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔢 -- (𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 | 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 | 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾)

[Sibylline]

 

"I could be a better boyfriend than him,
I could do the shit that he never did."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Status : Tentatively Open
Time zone : CST
Post Frequency : Every other day to twice a week
Writing Style : Third person

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Hi there! I'm Sybil, a female RPer in her late 20s whose been writing all sorts of stories for almost nine years now (and yes, I already feel old). My current partner in crime is on a writing haitus until further notice so I decided to revamp a craving that I'm dying to find a partner for!

A queer love story of a woman turned end game villain and her reincarnated lover returned to save her from her corruption (or join her in her crusade against those who drove them apart). A story with built up angst and gentle fluff, from romance, political intrigue in royal courts to dangerous quests in distant lands.

Now I really love description and attention to detail when it comes to character dynamics. With this, I want to find someone who likes to take their time, take the story scene by scene, let our cast of characters play their roles and build the world around them. So I'm looking for someone who is patient, open minded and understanding - you'll get it in return!

Face claims or character profiles are optional but always appreciated! This is written for a FxF but I might be persuaded for MxF or open Poly dynamics. No promises!​

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"I'm gonna steal you from him,
I could be such a gentleman"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

F-List: In Progress
Discord : Considering; Ask!
RP Locations : PMs or Threads
Post lengths : 500 - 1,000+

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

My full list can be found in the main section but as for my favorite kinks: I'm weak for the Lima/Stockholm Syndrome dynamic. If you couldn't tell already,Bondage (Light/Medium), Gags, and Abduction are my biggest kinks (Although, I'm not a huge fan of heavy/extremely restrictive restraints).

But along side the kinky, I adore Romance, Seduction and even your lovey-dovey Fluff. I love it when adoration and affection builds up, it feels earned and authentic. Leaving roses on the windowsill or love letters signed with a lipstick kiss. Pet names, under the table hand holding, that sort of cheesy stuff.

Things like Foreplay and Aftercare are an absolute must and we can get creative with that! I'm also more into Teasing and Praise Kinks than I am with Degradation and Dirty Talk.

Now what I'm not looking for: I've tamed my fair share of Brats and while I do love playing with them, I'm tired and I need a break, so I'd prefer a Softer Sub this time. Someone who can soften a hardened heart, someone who would need a gentlier hand to dominate her.
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For extra preference, I don't actually mind how our characters look! I just chose certain looks and colors for story telling purposes, but ultimately you should feel free to make your characters however you prefer!

XXxxxXXxxXThe "Villainess"XXxxXXX XXXxxxxxXXThe "Heroine"XXXXX

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  She's a witch, but a powerful witch. She's an strategic cult leader. She's the heathen woman all good girls should never become. Ages ago, even longer than she can remember, a magic tome was found mysteriously placed in her belongings. Upon it was an rune of a dark god, held together with raven feathers and the tanned flesh of heretics. And she, a nobody, was bestowed with immense amounts of power so long as she served her new master faithfully.
  
  The Coraxium, a dark god of forbidden knowledge, was drawn to her intelligence and tenacious capabilities. With her, it could build a cultish following, steal powerful artifacts and in turn, stretch it's influence across a land that it was once banished from. It could reign over weak minded men and in return, it would give her the power to fulfill her darkness desires. All she needed to do was to sign her Name in its devilish book.
  
  She forget her past life. She even forgot her own name. The Coraxium ate it and every trace of who she was. But it didn't matter. She, who had know called herself Corvidea, was a cold and ruthless woman. She was cunning and calculated, her followers lured into her flock with promises of a better life. She would do anything to forward her cause; her heart had grown cold to all. All except one whom not even she could have predicted would meet.
  
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  She's a princess, but a peculiar princess. She's a studious girl with a kind heart. She's the daughter her father couldn't quite please with trinkets like her sisters. And for as long as she can remember, her life has been filled with turmoil as if her father's legacy was built completely off pain. She was born to House Tarre of the new Valhurian Dynasty. Her father, Ronas Tarre, had killed his own brother to secure the crown he believed he deserved. And such an act has left the entire realm torn in two.
  
  Before the princess born, the realm was ruled by an ancient lineage House Aspira. But Athen Aspira IV was challeneged by his bastard born brother, Ronas Tarre and after a long war of succession, the bastard finished the young prince off and left him to bleed in the field overlooking the kingdom they had once grown up together in. Ronas ruled Valhur and fathered three sons and many daughters.
  
  But it would seem the Tarre lineage would face a curse, the superstious would whisper. The first born son would fall ill to a rare disease and waste away to skin and bone. The second born son fall off his horse during a joust and bleed to death in the tourney sand. The third son would vanish in the middle of the night, only to be found face down drowned in the moat under his window. If Ronas wasn't paranoid of usurpers before, his heirs deaths would poison his mind with paranoia and distrust almost completely. To keep his bloodline secured, King Ronas arranges his daughters to wed into strategic alliances all across the world so that through the births of their sons will his power remain intact.
  

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Premise . . .

A Villainess orchestrates the abduction of a lonely Princess, intending to use her as a pawn against her bethrothed prince. Yet her carefully woven plan is compromised when feelings develop in the midst of magic and mayhem, as the two travel strange realms unknown where danger is rampant and her captor is her greatest protection. But how did this begin:​

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Yes, Please!"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Affection • Begging • Blindfolds • Consensual • Cuddling • Dubious Consent • Fondling • Forbidden Love • Gentleness • Intelligence • Possessive/Jealousy • Praise Kink • Romance • Seduction • ​

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"No, Thank You."xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ageplay • Bimbofication • Bathroom • Excessive Gore • Filthplay • Hardcore BDSM • Inflation • Latex/Rubber • Musk • Non Consensual Sex • Underage • Vore • Watersports • Petplay •​

"Take me back to the night we met."

01 They were once simple folk who lived simple lives. One was a traveling doctor, whose home was no where but the long road. One was the daughter of a local farmer, who crossed the delta bridge to the market with goods to sell. One morning, the two crossed paths on that road from her cottage and as fate would have it, her satchel became tangled among the horse's bridle. The goods spelled across the dirt path and both maiden knelt to collect the wares, their hands touched when they reached for the same apple.

And so as the months passed, the two found they had fallen in love on an autumn sunset under the amber canopy overlooking the sea. Under leaves the same color of her red hair, they kissed for the first time. Sacred and safe, with only each other's love. For with the little they had, it was all they could ever need.

"You're only a part of me now."

02 War ravaged the land. As the royals bickered over whom should wear the crown, the people below them suffered for it. How it happened hurt the worst. The doctor thought she had grown so accustomed to the sight of death; but it's so much easier when it isn't a person you've grown to love. When it isn't a woman you've pleasured, you've kissed; whom you held so long into the night.

It was a burden to heavy to bear. It became to painful when autumn came. So she left that village and vowed to never return. All her days after, the doctor threw herself into her work hoping to save others from death's door. Yet no matter how many lives she could nurse to health, the war only raged on to leave more bodies in its wake. It was unbearable. And yet, there was nothing she could do. A poor peasant woman. She had no sway. Or so she thought.

"Me and the Devil, walking side by side."

03 The hardened doctor wondered if she was beginning to lose her mind. Wherever she went, there were companies of ravens everywhere she looked. Following her late into the night, silently watching her work outside her window, as if they were some omen she had yet to foresee. And just like that. A black book tumbled into her hands one starless night and she remembers not where it came from. It was simply there. Eventually, the doctor was able to translate the rune's title: The Watcher's Tome

As more pages were revealed to her, the temptation of forbidden knowledge drew her in. She forgot her name or rather, allowed it to be taken from her by the Coraxium. She became Corvidea, The Raven Witch. And to her and the fellow believers, she believed herself to be the seed of a future goddess.

"They messed with the wrong Bitch."

04 Devoting her new life to the dark arts, it wasn't long before Corvidea patreoned a religious cult, The Forgotten Eye. But she discovered that there were other Witches. There were other desperate women like her who signed their names to other dark gods and were in constant struggle with one other for power. Seven Witches. But only one Witch could earn godhood. Resourceful and cunning, Dr. Corvidea's cult grew quickly.

The poor of the land were drawn to her. Already burdened by war and abandoned by the church lined by noble coin, these poor souls found sanctuary in her outspread arms where they painted thirds eyes on their broken skin in the name of her sinister god. The Raven Witch turned into a formidable opponent to all who dared cross her. But the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And one day, she was cornered.

"Realization before Reaping, R̸̛͎a̷̘̿g̵̬͒e̴̲̕ before Revenge."

05 A rival Witch lured her into a trap and after an arduous battle, Corvidea was captured. It’s difficult to truly kill a Tome Witch, much less a powerful one tied to an entity. Thus until the other Witch could find a way to permanently remove her, she sealed the Raven Witch's soul deep in limbo where not even the light of the sun would never reach. And there she rotted and waited, and stewed in her lust for revenge.

Around her kingdoms rose and a new king sat the throne, to build his legacy once more. For years she rotted away, at last, she is freed from her prison by an unlikely rescuer. With her power has greatly diminished and her cult scattered, The Raven Witch once again must rely on her cunning to take back what is hers.

 

[Sibylline]

✩ ─ bump! reopened & looking!​