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Hello everyone! This is a major overhaul on the 'wish gone wrong' RT i originally had up. I've had some fantastic partners, from which I've been inspired to re-do and but a bit more effort in the whole concoction of the prompt.
Please make sure you read the whole request, and I've even left a writing sample for those who are intrigued. At a bare minimum, I do hope you leave entertained.
If you're interested, there is so much more to discuss so please reach out.
The coin reacts to me. It feeds on my subconscious thoughts, emotions, and fleeting desires, warping the people around me in ways I can't fully control. Sometimes the changes are subtle, almost unnoticeable at first—a shift in tone, a lingering gaze. A new motivation. An emerging inspiration. But other times, they're undeniable, altering people's appearances, personalities, and even their very essence.
The transformations aren't always permanent. Some are fleeting, bending reality for just a moment, leaving faint memories like a dream that slips through your fingers. Others are temporary yet complete, reshaping someone entirely before they return to themselves, haunted by what they became. And then there are the lasting changes—deep, undeniable shifts that leave the person altered forever, reflecting my innermost thoughts in ways that are both fascinating and horrifying.
Who I am, my emotions and motivations, shape how the coin works:
I am seeking partners to take on the role of those affected by the coin. Your character starts as an ordinary person, but the artifact's power reshapes them based on my thoughts. Transformations are variable and create opportunities for layered, creative storytelling.
Types of Transformations:
Very interested to find those who'd be open to playing other races, cultures - such as Indians (Hindu, Sikh), Arabs (Muslims), Latin, Black, etc.
"Every desire has its price."
**Special consideration will be given to those who are more than willing to become high heel wearing fiends.
Looking to build slow-burn (ish) scenes between characters with simmering sexual tension that can't be acted upon because of societal norms, cultural boundaries, or the sheer inappropriateness of it all. It's fascinating to see how this tension and arousal warps even the most mundane actions, making them seem charged with intrigue and purpose. I like to find ways to add eroticism before we get to the smut.
I find pleasure in the gradual build-up of innuendos, unintentional arousal, foreplay, teasing, and flirting - especially when the characters are aware that their relationship is forbidden. It adds a new layer of excitement to seemingly ordinary actions that can be stimulating. We continue to push the boundaries, fully aware that what we are doing is taboo, but unable to resist delving into a world of hedonism.
Please make sure you read the whole request, and I've even left a writing sample for those who are intrigued. At a bare minimum, I do hope you leave entertained.
If you're interested, there is so much more to discuss so please reach out.
Roleplay Prompt: The Artifact's Whisper
I carry something ancient and unknowable—a coin, small and unassuming, but etched with shifting patterns that seem to whisper when the world is silent. At first, I thought it was just a strange trinket, a curiosity to keep in my pocket. But I quickly realized its power is far more profound—and far more dangerous.The coin reacts to me. It feeds on my subconscious thoughts, emotions, and fleeting desires, warping the people around me in ways I can't fully control. Sometimes the changes are subtle, almost unnoticeable at first—a shift in tone, a lingering gaze. A new motivation. An emerging inspiration. But other times, they're undeniable, altering people's appearances, personalities, and even their very essence.
The transformations aren't always permanent. Some are fleeting, bending reality for just a moment, leaving faint memories like a dream that slips through your fingers. Others are temporary yet complete, reshaping someone entirely before they return to themselves, haunted by what they became. And then there are the lasting changes—deep, undeniable shifts that leave the person altered forever, reflecting my innermost thoughts in ways that are both fascinating and horrifying.
Who I am, my emotions and motivations, shape how the coin works:
- Am I good-natured and curious? A kind person who never wanted to cause harm, but who can't help but test the boundaries of this strange power?
- Am I lonely, yearning for connection? Using the coin to fill a void, even as I struggle with the morality of what it does?
- Am I jealous or resentful? Harboring frustrations and envy that the coin amplifies, turning the people around me into reflections of those feelings?
- Or am I an overlooked outcast? Someone who has spent a lifetime in the shadows, using the coin to finally receive attention—even at the cost of others?
- Or am i all of these and more?
- (My characters can be doms, subs or switches)
Your Role: The Transformed
I am seeking partners to take on the role of those affected by the coin. Your character starts as an ordinary person, but the artifact's power reshapes them based on my thoughts. Transformations are variable and create opportunities for layered, creative storytelling.
Types of Transformations:
- Emotional and Mental Shifts: Subtle changes intensify over time, turning traits like kindness into suffocating obsession or confidence into overbearing vanity.
- Reality-Bending Moments: Temporary distortions reshape your character into an idealized—or grotesque—version of themselves. These moments are brief but leave traces behind, like haunting memories or strange dreams.
- Complete Transformations: For a time, your character's body, mind, and emotions are entirely altered. When the transformation ends, they return to themselves with faint, dreamlike memories of what occurred.
- [Potentially] Gender Transformation/Partial Gender Transformation -> [Male -> Female] or [Male -> Trans Female/Shemale]
- Will they embrace the changes, seeing them as an improvement or revelation?
- Will they resist, fighting to hold onto their original self?
- Will they become lost, unable to reconcile who they were with who they've become?
Particular Musing/Priorities:
I'm eagerly looking for those who want to play my characters mom or grand mother who becomes the unwilling recipient of these actions, or a MILF/Cougar that starts to undergo a vicious mental transformation that embodies the roleplay within a roleplay, as my characters 'mom'.Very interested to find those who'd be open to playing other races, cultures - such as Indians (Hindu, Sikh), Arabs (Muslims), Latin, Black, etc.
What to Expect:
This is a long-term, slow-burn roleplay centered on transformation, power, and morality. Together, we'll explore the dynamic between the bearer of the coin (me) and those it transforms (you):- Variable Transformations: Each scenario offers a different kind of change, from subtle emotional shifts to dramatic, reality-warping effects.
- Psychological Conflict: The transformed character struggles to reconcile their identity with what the coin has made them, while the bearer grapples with the morality of their role.
- Intimacy and Tension: The relationship between us evolves as the coin's influence deepens. Closeness, conflict, and power dynamics add layers of complexity to each interaction
- The perversion of the mundane, the traditional, and/or the righteous.
- There are multiple phases - you wouldn't just transform into this end result, and even for myself the escalation is gradual. In between you'll find yourself enjoying things you never would be guessed, before the current sweeps you away. Unless you become the current.
"Every desire has its price."
Kinks:
Taboo, Incest, Anal, Foot Play, High Heels, Outfit Play, Kink Play, Light Bondage, Adultery, Oral, Messy Sex, Risky and Sneaky Sex, Kissing/Making out, Lots of Saliva/Spit, Cum Play, Role Play within a Roleplay**Special consideration will be given to those who are more than willing to become high heel wearing fiends.
About me:
I'm a role player who genuinely enjoys deep passion for immersive and detailed storytelling. I'm not looking for quick or surface-level interactions, resulting in fleeting encounters. I crave the kind of partnership where we both lose ourselves in the narrative, exploring characters and scenarios that are rich with depth and emotion.Looking to build slow-burn (ish) scenes between characters with simmering sexual tension that can't be acted upon because of societal norms, cultural boundaries, or the sheer inappropriateness of it all. It's fascinating to see how this tension and arousal warps even the most mundane actions, making them seem charged with intrigue and purpose. I like to find ways to add eroticism before we get to the smut.
I find pleasure in the gradual build-up of innuendos, unintentional arousal, foreplay, teasing, and flirting - especially when the characters are aware that their relationship is forbidden. It adds a new layer of excitement to seemingly ordinary actions that can be stimulating. We continue to push the boundaries, fully aware that what we are doing is taboo, but unable to resist delving into a world of hedonism.
Elias sat at the kitchen table, his hands gripping the edge as though he might slip away if he let go. The soda can sat untouched in front of him, its cool metal a stark contrast to the suffocating warmth of the room. The air was thick with the cloying sweetness of freshly baked cookies, mingling with Evelyn's perfume—a heady blend of floral lightness and something darker, almost intoxicating.
She moved about the kitchen with an unsettling grace, the sharp click of her heels echoing against the tiled floor. The shoes were striking: glossy black, five-inch peep-toe platform pumps that seemed almost sculptural in their elegance. Her feet arched steeply into the shoes, her soft pink-polished toes peeking delicately from the openings. Every step seemed deliberate, exaggerated, yet unnervingly smooth, as though she had been walking in heels like these her entire life.
Her outfit was casual but wrong in its precision: a fitted crop top clinging tightly to her exaggerated curves, paired with black leggings that seemed painted on, emphasizing every line of her figure. She bent slightly as she reached for a plate, her movements drawing his attention despite himself. The sharp curve of her heel, the way her leg shifted under the tight fabric—it all seemed deliberate, designed to pull him in.
"I was thinking about church this Sunday," Evelyn said suddenly, her voice carrying a lilting warmth that made Elias tense. She turned toward him with a radiant smile, the plate of cookies balanced perfectly in her manicured hands. Her makeup, flawless and glowing, made her crimson lips stand out even more, and her shimmering eyeshadow seemed to catch the light unnaturally, drawing his gaze whether he wanted it to or not.
"Pastor Charles gave such a beautiful sermon last week about family values," she continued, gliding toward the table. Her heels clicked sharply with every step, each sound sinking into his chest like a hammer blow. "It reminded me how important it is to care for the people in your life. To really give them the love and attention they deserve. Don't you think so?"
Elias swallowed hard, nodding weakly as she placed the plate on the table with a flourish. Her smile widened, her crimson lips curving in a way that felt both inviting and suffocating.
"I've been so blessed to have you around, Elias," she said, pulling out the chair next to him and settling into it with a grace that felt practiced. She sat closer than he expected, her leg brushing against his under the table. Her other foot shifted forward, the glossy stiletto of her pump pressing lightly against the edge of his shoe. The faint pressure made him tense, but he didn't pull away.
"You've brought so much life back into this house," she said softly, her voice dropping into something more intimate. "It's been so empty without the kids. And my husband, well... he's gone so often these days. It's hard, you know? But you—" she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm, "—you've filled that space in ways I can't even describe."
Her hand lingered, warm and invasive, as she tilted her head slightly, her soft waves of hair cascading over her shoulder. Her smile never wavered as she picked up a cookie from the plate, her manicured nails gleaming faintly in the warm light.
"You have to try one," she said, holding the cookie up toward him. Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a sharp insistence beneath it that made his chest tighten.
"I—I can grab one," Elias stammered, reaching for the plate, but she pulled the cookie back with a soft laugh, shaking her head.
"No, no," she said, her tone playful but firm. "Let me. It's the least I can do. You've done so much just by being here."
She leaned in closer, her knee pressing firmly against his under the table. Her other leg shifted slightly, her stiletto brushing against his shoe again, its sharp arch catching the light. The cookie hovered inches from his lips, and as she brought it closer, her manicured finger slid along his lower lip, tracing it with slow deliberation.
Elias flinched, his breath catching as her touch lingered. Her smile widened, and her voice softened into a whisper. "Go on, sweetheart," she said. "Just a little bite. For me."
He opened his mouth hesitantly, and she pressed the cookie gently against his lips. As he took a bite, her finger traced along the corner of his mouth, brushing against his cheek. The gesture was slow, affectionate, but so invasive it made his skin crawl.
"You've got a little something," she murmured, leaning even closer. Her thumb brushed the corner of his lips, then trailed down along his jawline with an almost tender care. Her breath was warm against his cheek, and her leg pressed further into his, invading his space completely.
Elias swallowed hard, the taste of the cookie lingering on his tongue, overly sweet and clinging. His heart pounded as Evelyn leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling with an intensity that felt almost predatory.
"Well?" she asked, her voice rich with anticipation. "Do you like it?"
"It's... good," he managed to say, though his voice came out weak and unsteady.
Her laugh bubbled up, light and musical, but it hung in the air too long, echoing faintly. "I knew you'd love them," she said, her hand now resting lightly over his. "You've been such a joy to have here. It's like I have a son again. Someone to take care of, to nurture. It's what I've always loved most."
Her words wrapped around him like a heavy blanket, warm but suffocating. He wanted to pull away, to make an excuse to leave, but the coin in his pocket pulsed faintly, its warmth spreading through him like a drug. He found himself leaning slightly into her touch, his breath shallow as her hand squeezed his gently.
"You'll stay a little longer, won't you?" she asked softly, tilting her head with a smile that was almost too wide. Her eyes gleamed, her crimson lips parting slightly as she whispered, "It's been so long since I've had someone to care for. You make this house feel alive again, Elias. I need you here."
Her stiletto clicked faintly against the tile as her leg pressed further into his, the sharp curve of her foot now fully under his chair. The coin's pulse grew stronger, its warmth mingling with the suffocating closeness of Evelyn's presence.
And as she leaned in, her gaze locking onto his with unrelenting intensity, Elias realized with a deep, sinking dread that the changes weren't just hers anymore.
She moved about the kitchen with an unsettling grace, the sharp click of her heels echoing against the tiled floor. The shoes were striking: glossy black, five-inch peep-toe platform pumps that seemed almost sculptural in their elegance. Her feet arched steeply into the shoes, her soft pink-polished toes peeking delicately from the openings. Every step seemed deliberate, exaggerated, yet unnervingly smooth, as though she had been walking in heels like these her entire life.
Her outfit was casual but wrong in its precision: a fitted crop top clinging tightly to her exaggerated curves, paired with black leggings that seemed painted on, emphasizing every line of her figure. She bent slightly as she reached for a plate, her movements drawing his attention despite himself. The sharp curve of her heel, the way her leg shifted under the tight fabric—it all seemed deliberate, designed to pull him in.
"I was thinking about church this Sunday," Evelyn said suddenly, her voice carrying a lilting warmth that made Elias tense. She turned toward him with a radiant smile, the plate of cookies balanced perfectly in her manicured hands. Her makeup, flawless and glowing, made her crimson lips stand out even more, and her shimmering eyeshadow seemed to catch the light unnaturally, drawing his gaze whether he wanted it to or not.
"Pastor Charles gave such a beautiful sermon last week about family values," she continued, gliding toward the table. Her heels clicked sharply with every step, each sound sinking into his chest like a hammer blow. "It reminded me how important it is to care for the people in your life. To really give them the love and attention they deserve. Don't you think so?"
Elias swallowed hard, nodding weakly as she placed the plate on the table with a flourish. Her smile widened, her crimson lips curving in a way that felt both inviting and suffocating.
"I've been so blessed to have you around, Elias," she said, pulling out the chair next to him and settling into it with a grace that felt practiced. She sat closer than he expected, her leg brushing against his under the table. Her other foot shifted forward, the glossy stiletto of her pump pressing lightly against the edge of his shoe. The faint pressure made him tense, but he didn't pull away.
"You've brought so much life back into this house," she said softly, her voice dropping into something more intimate. "It's been so empty without the kids. And my husband, well... he's gone so often these days. It's hard, you know? But you—" she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm, "—you've filled that space in ways I can't even describe."
Her hand lingered, warm and invasive, as she tilted her head slightly, her soft waves of hair cascading over her shoulder. Her smile never wavered as she picked up a cookie from the plate, her manicured nails gleaming faintly in the warm light.
"You have to try one," she said, holding the cookie up toward him. Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a sharp insistence beneath it that made his chest tighten.
"I—I can grab one," Elias stammered, reaching for the plate, but she pulled the cookie back with a soft laugh, shaking her head.
"No, no," she said, her tone playful but firm. "Let me. It's the least I can do. You've done so much just by being here."
She leaned in closer, her knee pressing firmly against his under the table. Her other leg shifted slightly, her stiletto brushing against his shoe again, its sharp arch catching the light. The cookie hovered inches from his lips, and as she brought it closer, her manicured finger slid along his lower lip, tracing it with slow deliberation.
Elias flinched, his breath catching as her touch lingered. Her smile widened, and her voice softened into a whisper. "Go on, sweetheart," she said. "Just a little bite. For me."
He opened his mouth hesitantly, and she pressed the cookie gently against his lips. As he took a bite, her finger traced along the corner of his mouth, brushing against his cheek. The gesture was slow, affectionate, but so invasive it made his skin crawl.
"You've got a little something," she murmured, leaning even closer. Her thumb brushed the corner of his lips, then trailed down along his jawline with an almost tender care. Her breath was warm against his cheek, and her leg pressed further into his, invading his space completely.
Elias swallowed hard, the taste of the cookie lingering on his tongue, overly sweet and clinging. His heart pounded as Evelyn leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling with an intensity that felt almost predatory.
"Well?" she asked, her voice rich with anticipation. "Do you like it?"
"It's... good," he managed to say, though his voice came out weak and unsteady.
Her laugh bubbled up, light and musical, but it hung in the air too long, echoing faintly. "I knew you'd love them," she said, her hand now resting lightly over his. "You've been such a joy to have here. It's like I have a son again. Someone to take care of, to nurture. It's what I've always loved most."
Her words wrapped around him like a heavy blanket, warm but suffocating. He wanted to pull away, to make an excuse to leave, but the coin in his pocket pulsed faintly, its warmth spreading through him like a drug. He found himself leaning slightly into her touch, his breath shallow as her hand squeezed his gently.
"You'll stay a little longer, won't you?" she asked softly, tilting her head with a smile that was almost too wide. Her eyes gleamed, her crimson lips parting slightly as she whispered, "It's been so long since I've had someone to care for. You make this house feel alive again, Elias. I need you here."
Her stiletto clicked faintly against the tile as her leg pressed further into his, the sharp curve of her foot now fully under his chair. The coin's pulse grew stronger, its warmth mingling with the suffocating closeness of Evelyn's presence.
And as she leaned in, her gaze locking onto his with unrelenting intensity, Elias realized with a deep, sinking dread that the changes weren't just hers anymore.