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Misami
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- Jan 7, 2024
hello! my name is mocha, i'm 25f with about 13 years of writing & rp experience. i love exploring all kinds of themes, from fluffy romance to dark, depraved smut to deep, angsty long-form stories. i enjoy playing both male and female characters, and am open to f/f, m/m, and f/m! additionally, i can play sub, dom, or top, bottom – i find switching pretty fun, though.
ii. rules & rp info
• my post length can vary anywhere between 200 to 1000 words, mainly depending on my partner and their own preferences.
• i can typically reply once a day to every other day with some exceptions, depending on that aforementioned reply length, and how busy or motivated i happen to be. i try to be consistent either way, and appreciate the same from my partners!
• i write in third person past tense and have a penchant for good grammar and creativity. please don't make me carry plotting and story on my own!
• i prefer that all writing and OOC interactions remain on-site.
• please please please don't spam me with messages or rush me to reply as it just kills my desire to write with you – i promise I am working on it!!
• effort is appreciated in every aspect of our partnership. an engaging first message with a few ideas is a good start! providing me with a writing sample is always nice, too. other than that, i do not demand much. ^^
iii. fandoms
below are my favorite fandoms listed more or less in preferential order, along with my favorite characters to write. i am by no means limited to them, though, so feel free to mention any other suggestions. i am also not too picky when it comes to ships, and am also willing to write with OCs, so long as they are well-written!
genshin impact – lumine, chiori, wanderer, raiden shogun, furina
alien stage – mizi, ivan, luka
honkai star rail (i have not yet finished penacony and have not touched most character quests so things might be a bit limited here) – stelle, seele, dan heng, ruan mei, silver wolf
fire emblem three houses – f!byleth, edelgard, yuri
iv. originals
my interests here tend to lean more towards dark, but i am happy to write lighthearted material just as well! again, if you have any ideas to throw my way, please feel free. ^o^
horror – slashers, demons, ghosts, the whole nine yards. i will note that i do not enjoy sexualized gore, however!
anime tropes – things such as isekai and reverse harems currently interest me the most.
fantasy – mythology, arranged marriages, royalty, games of thrones-like vibes!
v. extras
yes ✓ | no ✗ |
|---|---|
| vanilla virginity toys spanking group sex noncon/dubcon degradation light impact play cunnilingus rimming restraints orgasm control discipline bad ends kissing teasing brats somnophilia size difference pregnancy risk power bottoms incest multiple penetration dirty talking corruption coercion/blackmail anal blowjobs titjobs assjobs thighjobs roughness (hair pulling, fingers in mouth, choking, etc.) titles (mommy, daddy, master, mistress, sir, ma'am, etc.) | watersports scat underage vomit obese characters pregnancy filth tickling foot focus extreme musk chastity ahegao age regression |
Dark or not, it was no real issue for her; probably, she'd climbed this set of stairs millions of times already. The water, however, could have told a potentially different story – that is, until it seemed to all but vacate her form completely, and she hardly had to consider the reason behind such an occurrence. It was yet another gesture showing that he still cared for her, that he still considered her, despite the lack of any attempts to communicate that clearly. She was no longer cold, but his efforts didn't entirely free her from the uncomfortable feeling that continued prickling at the surface of her skin. Had it always been well within his power to do something like that, or was it an ability made possible only by her sacrifice?
He had always done what he must, which once included acquiescing to her every demand – many times, no matter how ridiculous. Even now, maybe it remained natural for him, but as she willed herself further and further away from him, it left a bad taste in her mouth, of both guilt and doubt alike. Despite his claims, she wondered what she had been to him, if not a nuisance.
The walk up to the top floor is more arduous than she remembered. She'd always been human, yes, but now that she considered it, she hadn't exactly been active recently, had she? These days, she only leaves her abode when absolutely necessary, and back then, she was always energetic, moving from place to place with that affected spring in her step. Maybe, at the very least, taking some leisurely walks or trying to travel would do her some good – not just physically, but mentally. Fully adapting to that routine and mindset might take some time, however; even after the weeks that'd passed, she was still… exhausted.
Regardless, she tried to ignore her weak knees and soft panting as she reached the top, trekking down the halls and soon nearing the door to her apartment, made apparent by the gaudy blue-gold accents lining the doorframe. After steeling herself for a moment beforehand, she turned the knob and gave it a push, letting the door swing open for her. It was dark here, too, she quickly noted – and after stepping inside, lightly shaky fingers felt for the light switch on the wall nearby, which she quickly managed to find. At her command, the light flickered on, sourced brightly from the large, twinkling chandelier hanging high from her ceiling.
She couldn't remember having previously made the effort to properly tidy up before leaving the palace behind, and she doubted she would have. Not to this degree, anyway; all of her furniture was in place, not a speck of dust sullying them nor the various ornaments sat upon them. Venturing further within, she saw that even her bed is made, its expansive, plush surface now abandoned, awaiting no one in particular. Much like her masquerade, everything is perfect, polished, pristine – the mere thought made her expression tense and her jaw clench. Perhaps, after all, a house that feels empty is better than one that is beautiful, but all the same, seemed to be filled to the brim with bitter memories, that fact only accentuated with her pain so easily triggered. Why had she come back here?
…No. She should at least try to see this through now that she's here, no matter what her heart told her. If it is indeed too painful, then… maybe she'd feel better getting rid of whatever she brings over, never giving into any other urge to return once more. Paying no mind to the tiny, frustrated tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she reached out for the blanket she'd previously been considering, laying folded at the foot of the bed. As she lifted it up to her face, letting her fingers press into the delicate, soft fabric as it unraveled, she recognized the scent lingering upon it; that was, of the perfume she used to favor, carried by notes of vanilla and rose. To her, it was now considerably less pleasant, more directly reminiscent of a tired, fragile, lonely girl. Right now, funnily enough, she doesn't feel all too different.
He had always done what he must, which once included acquiescing to her every demand – many times, no matter how ridiculous. Even now, maybe it remained natural for him, but as she willed herself further and further away from him, it left a bad taste in her mouth, of both guilt and doubt alike. Despite his claims, she wondered what she had been to him, if not a nuisance.
The walk up to the top floor is more arduous than she remembered. She'd always been human, yes, but now that she considered it, she hadn't exactly been active recently, had she? These days, she only leaves her abode when absolutely necessary, and back then, she was always energetic, moving from place to place with that affected spring in her step. Maybe, at the very least, taking some leisurely walks or trying to travel would do her some good – not just physically, but mentally. Fully adapting to that routine and mindset might take some time, however; even after the weeks that'd passed, she was still… exhausted.
Regardless, she tried to ignore her weak knees and soft panting as she reached the top, trekking down the halls and soon nearing the door to her apartment, made apparent by the gaudy blue-gold accents lining the doorframe. After steeling herself for a moment beforehand, she turned the knob and gave it a push, letting the door swing open for her. It was dark here, too, she quickly noted – and after stepping inside, lightly shaky fingers felt for the light switch on the wall nearby, which she quickly managed to find. At her command, the light flickered on, sourced brightly from the large, twinkling chandelier hanging high from her ceiling.
She couldn't remember having previously made the effort to properly tidy up before leaving the palace behind, and she doubted she would have. Not to this degree, anyway; all of her furniture was in place, not a speck of dust sullying them nor the various ornaments sat upon them. Venturing further within, she saw that even her bed is made, its expansive, plush surface now abandoned, awaiting no one in particular. Much like her masquerade, everything is perfect, polished, pristine – the mere thought made her expression tense and her jaw clench. Perhaps, after all, a house that feels empty is better than one that is beautiful, but all the same, seemed to be filled to the brim with bitter memories, that fact only accentuated with her pain so easily triggered. Why had she come back here?
…No. She should at least try to see this through now that she's here, no matter what her heart told her. If it is indeed too painful, then… maybe she'd feel better getting rid of whatever she brings over, never giving into any other urge to return once more. Paying no mind to the tiny, frustrated tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she reached out for the blanket she'd previously been considering, laying folded at the foot of the bed. As she lifted it up to her face, letting her fingers press into the delicate, soft fabric as it unraveled, she recognized the scent lingering upon it; that was, of the perfume she used to favor, carried by notes of vanilla and rose. To her, it was now considerably less pleasant, more directly reminiscent of a tired, fragile, lonely girl. Right now, funnily enough, she doesn't feel all too different.
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