Have you ever wanted to just jump into a role-play, and get going? Well, that's what I'm craving tonight. I love long term RP partners, but sometimes, I want a quick and simple RP to quickly escape from my everyday life. Low commitment, ghost friendly, and pre-made — a home cooked, customizable meal is great, but so is fast food.
Today I'm in the mood for fantasy non-con. F-list here. I have starters and a reference image for both prompts. You don't need to match my post length, I'm expecting about 1-3 paragraphs in response. I will adapt to your kinks, as long as they're not on my no-list. You don't need to send a reference either, unless you want to, as long as you're descriptive in your response. You don't even need to say hi! (Unless you want to, lol). OOC communication regarding future plot points is fine, and although I don't see these RP's going past a certain length (maybe one to three smut scenes?), if we're both feeling it, we can word build and turn it into something longer later.
THE PRINCESS AND HER KNIGHT
Today I'm in the mood for fantasy non-con. F-list here. I have starters and a reference image for both prompts. You don't need to match my post length, I'm expecting about 1-3 paragraphs in response. I will adapt to your kinks, as long as they're not on my no-list. You don't need to send a reference either, unless you want to, as long as you're descriptive in your response. You don't even need to say hi! (Unless you want to, lol). OOC communication regarding future plot points is fine, and although I don't see these RP's going past a certain length (maybe one to three smut scenes?), if we're both feeling it, we can word build and turn it into something longer later.
THE PRINCESS AND HER KNIGHT
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You'd been her personal knight for years, so she never really saw the coup coming. Her fiancé is dead, the capital is burning, and she expects to be executed alongside her family to make way for the new regime her knight has started. But you spare her. Perhaps it's to honor that knights vow, or because you've grown attached, or simply as a trophy, you've decided to keep her. And now, she is at the mercy of the one man she once felt the safest around.
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Princess Violet watched in horror as her family was dragged away, presumably never to be seen again. The Kingdom of Solano - *her* kingdom - had fallen, a coup having broken out last night. They were meant to have more time. How did they know of their hiding place?
Violet started to tremble, bound and forced to her knees on the floor, looking up at one of the rebel soldiers. "What is happening? Please, I—"
"Silence. Our commander is coming."
Violet quietened immediately, her heart hammering in her chest. The sound of heavy armor clanked with every echoing step down the stone stairs from their leader. When she looked up to see who had done this to her family and kingdom, she saw— *no*.
It couldn't be.
Her Knight. The one who had protected her for years, who had stood by her on difficult nights when her stepmother was cruel or her father was demanding. He had carefully listened when she rambled about one day leaving to see the Kingdom her older siblings would rule. He comforted her when the young princess, just 17, had been promised to a faraway Duke in marriage. The only person who gave any attention to the neglected, long-forgotten youngest princess.
Betrayal stirred in her heart, and hot tears threatened to spill down her face. Was it all a lie? Would he kill her like the rest? Slaughter her like the naive lamb who dared to trust and care for the wolf he truly was?
"How could you?" Violet rasped out, straining against the rope on her wrists. Her large brown eyes were filled with heartbreak and disbelief. "How could you do this to me?"
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In a long and bloody war, you've finally taken the rival commander of the enemy nation, a woman who you've gone head to head against for years now. She does look rather pathetic, bound at your feet. Regardless, you need information, and you need it now. Let's hope you'll find some creative ways to break her spirit.
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Commander Laine fell to her knees, coughing as she looked around at the war torn battlefield. Her troops were in disarray, and her heart clenched painfully as her eyes landed on the corpses of her men. Men she had trained, had believed in, had promisedgood leadership and safety to.
What a joke. They hadn't seen the attack coming, completely and utterly ambushed by the enemy. The flag of her kingdom Lumeria lay trampled in the mud, as she struggled to get up — her left leg was most definitely broken.
She had been Lumeria's hope — the people had praised her, Commander Arya Laine, as the sword of the nation. Just 25, yet already one of the general's most treasured men. A way to finally win the war that had killed so many of their people, to fight the oncoming colonization. And now, here she was, pathetically kneeling at the feet of the enemy General.
Arya had no choice.
Her eyes flicked up to the man towering above her, deep green eyes swirling with hatred and despair.
"I yield." She gritted out, giving up the first piece of her pride.
