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SweetiePearls
chronically online raccoon
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2025
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Hello! You can call me Pearl, even though that makes me sound like an old lady. I'm on Blue Moon as an enjoyer of all things sapphic, bolstered by my own identity as a proud lesbian. I'm a bit of a shut-in, which means I end up spending a lot of time online with occasional breaks for drawing.I love creating characters, often whipping up new ones on the fly for each RP I start. My gallery of character drawings are linked here for your viewing pleasure. I'm not one for face claims, so unless I'm playing a character from a fandom (which is few and far between), my characters are exclusively drawn by yours truly. I am online way too much, so it's rather common for me to reply multiple times a day. This is why I need to have a decent amount of RPs going to keep myself entertained.
What kind of RPs do I like?
A wide variety! I am a switch who has written soft and sweet, kinky and smutty, and occasional gory and dark. My only limitations are my O/Os (of course) and the fact that I only write F/F. This includes trans or intersex women. I used to dabble in M/F, but nowadays I'm just here to indulge my little gay heart. I may make exceptions from time to time, but I can safely say I am not currently in the mood to do so.
Also as of recently, I tend to prefer not to RP with men in general. I'm not entirely sure why and all the men of Blue Moon have my humblest apologies.
Stories I want to write
I don't usually have any specific prompts. That's something I tend to give my partners the freedom to do. I am always up for finding a way to bring someone's cravings to life, whether it be historical, futuristic, horror, or sickly romance.
Fandoms and their ships I like
For my O/Os, here is my f-list
My favorites are breeding, primal play, and consensual body modification.
Caitlyn/Vi
Mel/Sevika
Jinx/Lux
Evelynn/Akali (specifically K/DA)
AUs welcome. I can RP League's Runeterra or Arcane canon.
Mel/Sevika
Jinx/Lux
Evelynn/Akali (specifically K/DA)
AUs welcome. I can RP League's Runeterra or Arcane canon.
For my O/Os, here is my f-list
I will make acceptions to MOST of these if I am craving something darker and you have a story idea already prepared. RPs I do with dark content need to have a decent plot for me to be interested. I approach these kinds of RPs from a horror writing perspective and not for fetishism, if that makes any sense
As soon as Violet's teeth grazed the soft, furred skin of Ina's ears, it was like a switch was flipped. When Ina was a kit with her littermates, the second someone bit at an ear was the second teeth started gnashing and claws came out, play fighting becoming a full on vying for dominance that their mother would have to intervene in. Biting at ears meant bite marks and claws out, shoving her littermates in the dirt and snarling in their face. Having that instinct, that knee jerk urge to demand submission, triggered during sex was something that had never happened before and Ina was too blindsided by it to stop it. Nobody had even so much as touched their teeth to her ear once she had reached adulthood.
A vicious snarl tore from Ina's throat, her mind being reduced to a screaming loop of fuck, mate, breed. Gone were the gentle winding of their fingers and soft coos. Ina's hands instead moved to grab at the bends of Violet's knees with a bruising grip, shoving the human's legs up and apart to practically fold her in half. Her thrusts became brutal and rough, plowing her hips into Violet hard enough for the bunkbed to rattle and creek from the force. Sharp teeth were once again digging into Violet's neck, not nearly as deep and intense as the mating bite and with Ina at least having the forethought to bite into the side now already wounded. Her claws dug into Violet's thighs, causing pinpricks of blood to bead at the tips.
A vicious snarl tore from Ina's throat, her mind being reduced to a screaming loop of fuck, mate, breed. Gone were the gentle winding of their fingers and soft coos. Ina's hands instead moved to grab at the bends of Violet's knees with a bruising grip, shoving the human's legs up and apart to practically fold her in half. Her thrusts became brutal and rough, plowing her hips into Violet hard enough for the bunkbed to rattle and creek from the force. Sharp teeth were once again digging into Violet's neck, not nearly as deep and intense as the mating bite and with Ina at least having the forethought to bite into the side now already wounded. Her claws dug into Violet's thighs, causing pinpricks of blood to bead at the tips.
The manor was clearly old, even to those who weren't the most familiar with modern architectural design. The outer facade had seen its share of wear and tear and the wood of the doors and sills had long since greyed from age, but everything was properly maintained, patched, and repaired. This wasn't some abandoned manor in the woods, but somewhere that showed centuries of being lived in.
Inside was much the same, with old furniture that had been kept clean of stains and dust and wooden floors that had most definitely been sanded and repaired over time to fix any splintered or warping. Various tapestries and rugs were embroidered with odd images of warping flora and curving letters, whether they be unknown sigils or the alphabet of a long forgotten language. There were some signs of extremely recent activity within the space. There were still some orange embers nestled in the ashes of the hearth in the pleasantly arranged sitting area visible from the entryway as well as a cloak and boots in fairly new condition placed right by the door.
The resident of said manor was peacefully sleeping in the master bedroom, nestled under a thick duvet in a nest of satin pillows. The heavy drapes were tightly drawn and a sheer canopy surrounded the four poster bed, making certain that Sybelle would not have to deal with the annoyance of sunlight during her rest. She looked almost like a doll in her slumber, her pale skin smooth and flawless and her midnight hair draping like a waterfall of night around her. The fact that she showed no signs of breathing were also a very large factor.
Steb, her beloved familiar who favored the form of a raven, was nestled in a bundle of silk scarves he had pilfered from Sybelle's wardrobe atop her nightstand. The room had been silent save for the sound of his sleeping coos until the faintest sounds from downstairs caused his head to perk up. He showed no sign of being alarmed, simply cocking his head to the side and eying the bedroom door with curious, beady eyes. It had been quite a while since they'd had visitors and all kinds of fae - familiars included - were gluttons for a bit of chaotic mischief. If anything, it was likely someone who got lost in the woods for Sybelle to drag back to the treeline before erasing their memories, maintaining the peaceful mundanity of their manor.
Inside was much the same, with old furniture that had been kept clean of stains and dust and wooden floors that had most definitely been sanded and repaired over time to fix any splintered or warping. Various tapestries and rugs were embroidered with odd images of warping flora and curving letters, whether they be unknown sigils or the alphabet of a long forgotten language. There were some signs of extremely recent activity within the space. There were still some orange embers nestled in the ashes of the hearth in the pleasantly arranged sitting area visible from the entryway as well as a cloak and boots in fairly new condition placed right by the door.
The resident of said manor was peacefully sleeping in the master bedroom, nestled under a thick duvet in a nest of satin pillows. The heavy drapes were tightly drawn and a sheer canopy surrounded the four poster bed, making certain that Sybelle would not have to deal with the annoyance of sunlight during her rest. She looked almost like a doll in her slumber, her pale skin smooth and flawless and her midnight hair draping like a waterfall of night around her. The fact that she showed no signs of breathing were also a very large factor.
Steb, her beloved familiar who favored the form of a raven, was nestled in a bundle of silk scarves he had pilfered from Sybelle's wardrobe atop her nightstand. The room had been silent save for the sound of his sleeping coos until the faintest sounds from downstairs caused his head to perk up. He showed no sign of being alarmed, simply cocking his head to the side and eying the bedroom door with curious, beady eyes. It had been quite a while since they'd had visitors and all kinds of fae - familiars included - were gluttons for a bit of chaotic mischief. If anything, it was likely someone who got lost in the woods for Sybelle to drag back to the treeline before erasing their memories, maintaining the peaceful mundanity of their manor.
It had been another day of spreadsheets and proposals, Ines barely looking up from her computer as her assistant placed her order of an iced vanilla latte with oatmilk and two shots of espresso on her desk, the same exact spot it was placed every day. She didn't even need to look for her hand to reach out and grab the cup, taking a careful sip as not to smudge her lipstick. So far, she was rather bored. The end of the quarter wasn't for another few weeks, the newest line of product was still under QA, and she hadn't been forced to deal with misogynistic potential investors for almost three whole days.
(The record is five)
Still, that meant there was no harm in picking up her phone for a little mindless scrolling on Instagram. Ines never really posted much on her own account, her last post probably being six months old. It was some bland photo taken by one of her marketing staff, some candid shot of Ines standing at a podium giving a sales pitch or something. The real fun for her was being a lurker, seeing what all of her old high school classmates were up to. There was a bit of petty pleasure, seeing some of them far from their prom queen glory days. Especially those who gave Ines hell as a teenager for being ... well, an awkward teenager. It wasn't until her senior year that she decided to pay attention to her image, one of her advisors explaining you had to sell yourself as an inventor as much as you had to sell your inventions to survive.
Now here she was, CEO of a steadily growing tech enterprise. She had kicked everything off as a puny start up developing apps, then security programs, and now her company was beginning to branch into hardware. Her development team projected that they'd be releasing phones in the next fiscal year or two. With even more money, she took even better care of herself and her appearance. Awkward teenager Ines with ill-fitting clothes and messy hair was a thing of the past.
(The record is five)
Still, that meant there was no harm in picking up her phone for a little mindless scrolling on Instagram. Ines never really posted much on her own account, her last post probably being six months old. It was some bland photo taken by one of her marketing staff, some candid shot of Ines standing at a podium giving a sales pitch or something. The real fun for her was being a lurker, seeing what all of her old high school classmates were up to. There was a bit of petty pleasure, seeing some of them far from their prom queen glory days. Especially those who gave Ines hell as a teenager for being ... well, an awkward teenager. It wasn't until her senior year that she decided to pay attention to her image, one of her advisors explaining you had to sell yourself as an inventor as much as you had to sell your inventions to survive.
Now here she was, CEO of a steadily growing tech enterprise. She had kicked everything off as a puny start up developing apps, then security programs, and now her company was beginning to branch into hardware. Her development team projected that they'd be releasing phones in the next fiscal year or two. With even more money, she took even better care of herself and her appearance. Awkward teenager Ines with ill-fitting clothes and messy hair was a thing of the past.
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