While I do have a regular thread for original-ish plots, this search demanded a thread all for its onsie, so here it is.
ПӨVΣMBΣЯ 2009
Dragon Age: Origins had been released and I had been steadily trophy hunting for Oblivion and unaware of the wonders Thedas held within its plastic box, grasped tightly in the hands of a young child who had been hopeful of a temporary trade. My Oblivion for their DA:O.
Pfft... As if I would allow a smaller human access to the world of Tamriel via my copy, but the twinkle of good intentions melted the carefully constructed ice that had held my heart in place for a number of years at this point. I caved and went to work knowing I needed a break from the devil's device.
My Xbox.
That afternoon, after returning home, I heard it for the first time... Duncan's voice narrating the opening scene and I found myself drawn to the living room where the sound had emerged. There, on the screen was my first exposure to the Darkspawn and the unheard of, (to my ears at least), the 5th Blight. Instantly, I was lured by the story being unfolded before me and while I did continue to go to work the next morning, the matter of sleep was non-existent as I found myself smack dab in the middle of the Deep Roads.
Needless to say, I had finished the game, (I usually run straight through the story quests just to finish the game, then go back and replay though until EVERYTHING is completed), and I began anew...
Fast forward a few years and Dragon Age: Inquisition came out, (yes, I preordered, as any respecting DA fan would do, even after preordering DA:2 and finding it a bit "meh"). After finishing the game, inside and out, the itch to have some sort of closure for my Lavellan became too strong to bare and I sought out a means to gain that closure.
I began writing a sort of "fan fiction" that never got posted anywhere but I had found it lacking, still. I stumbled onto a community on the then, Twitter, and discovered the wonderful world of roleplaying.
I never found my Solas, but I did find an Emperor from the Warhammer world and did a cross over, so that was neat.
I am not looking for a Solas, or Lucanis, but I would like to create an adventure with another in the world of Thedas...
This is getting a bit longer than I had originally planned, so I will leave this here, though I reserve the right to edit at some point in the future... (and there will be edits, just a heads up.)
Thedas is a continent marked by centuries of conflict, shifting empires, and the influence of powerful magical forces. It is home to various peoples, including humans, elves, dwarves, and others, each with their own histories and struggles.
The Dawn of Thedas: The Ancient Times
The earliest known civilization of Thedas was the Elven Empire, a powerful and ancient civilization that spanned much of the continent. The elves were once immortal and deeply connected to magic, living in harmony with nature. However, their downfall began with the rise of the Old Gods, powerful, mysterious beings that offered forbidden knowledge to the elves. This led to the Exalted Marches, a series of conflicts with the Tevinter Imperium, a human empire that sought to conquer the elves and harness their magic.
The Rise of the Tevinter Imperium
The Tevinter Imperium became the first major human empire, founded on the exploitation of magic and slavery. The imperium spread across much of Thedas, especially after the elves were subjugated and turned into slaves. The Tevinter magisters used their dark and powerful magic, including blood magic, to maintain control, and the empire became a force to be reckoned with.
However, the Tevinter Imperium was ultimately weakened by internal corruption, the slow decay of its society, and its overreliance on dangerous magic. Eventually, the elves were freed, though their power had waned, and Tevinter's dominance began to falter.
The Fall of the Elven Empire and the Rise of Nations
After the fall of the elves' ancient empire, the Dales, a group of independent elven states, emerged but were eventually wiped out by human forces during the Exalted Marches. Meanwhile, new human kingdoms and nations began to rise, including Ferelden, Orlais, and Nevarra, each with its own complex politics, cultures, and struggles.
During this time, the Chantry was founded, spreading the worship of the Maker and establishing the Circle of Magi to control the use of magic. This created a system where magic users were often kept in check, leading to conflicts with both the mages and the general population.
The Blights and the Darkspawn
Throughout Thedas' history, the land has been ravaged by repeated invasions of the Darkspawn, monstrous creatures from the Deep Roads, an underground network beneath the continent. These invasions are known as Blights, each heralded by the rise of a new Archdemon, a corrupted Old God. The most famous of these invasions occurred during the First Blight, which led to the creation of the Grey Wardens, an order of warriors dedicated to fighting the Darkspawn.
While the Blights have been defeated, their recurrence remains a constant threat, casting a long shadow over Thedas.
The Dragon Age and Present Day
The Dragon Age refers to the most recent era, named after the return of dragons to the world, tied to the Blights and the resurgence of magic. During this time, various political and religious conflicts have emerged, such as the Mage-Templar War, a war between mages, who are controlled by the Templars, and the Chantry, which sees magic as a threat.
At the heart of these tensions lies the Inquisition, an organization formed to combat growing threats to Thedas, including rogue mages, Darkspawn, and political instability. The events of the Inquisition marked a turning point for many nations, uniting forces in the face of an increasingly uncertain future.
The world of Thedas remains in a fragile state, with old alliances tested and new powers rising, while the threat of Blights and dark forces still lingers on the horizon. The history of Thedas is one of cycles, with old struggles resurfacing and new challenges always looming.
If one had a hankering for some good old canon, we could take a trip as the two that survived, along with Alistar of course, but it would be up to the individual who accepts this challenge. Knowledge of the goings-on would be most helpful with this one, as it would follow that game, sort of with a lot more twists and turns. Or if one just wanted to play a canon character, I would not mind doubling up as Lelianna or Morrigan for the right partner.
I had this idea a while back, though it never went anywhere: Two Wardens who had survived their Joining are sent on a mission during the events of the 5th Blight. Tasked with heading into the Deep Roads, they are on the hunt for the archdemon, instructed with only finding its hiding place and reporting back to their commander. While gone, they are oblivious of what had happened to Duncan, possibly only learning about Ostegar through the grapevine. I am open to input on this one.
Mostly, instead of the Hero, or it could be that one of us were the HoF, sent to Amaranthine to investigate the weird stuff that had been taking place after the end of the 5th Blight. Either way, the Warden and partner venture forth and discover The Architect and learn more about the Darkspawn and how they are created. (If one has read the novels, one already knows what happens to them once they embark upon their Calling and we can discuss all of that via PM)
This idea would take place in Kirkwall. I do not truly enjoy playing canon characters, but would not be opposed to taking up the roles if another wished it. Isabella had been a favourite, where Merril tried my patience with her Dalish bs and the eluvian, (I adore the Dalish, don't get me wrong, but good grief… it was evident that mirror was corrupted! )
More can be discussed via PM.
The reason I found this hobby… I wouldn't mind playing as just an agent of the Inquisition, so I am open to ideas on this one. I am open to playing as Morrigan, Cassandra, since I adore those ladies and tend to write a bit more firm and sassy characters and they are a comfortable fit. If I could find a Solas or even a Cullen type character, I would be pleased to the edge of the Sol System and back, but it is not a must have.
Again, I would rather write as an OC against an OC, so there's that.
The events of the game would be going on, but that doesn't mean that the Inquisitor hasn't sent our characters off on some sort of mission elsewhere.
This idea I had revolves around the Red Lyrium aspect. In DA:I, we learn about the 'red lyrium' and while it is explained later on, it is unknown and in need of studying early on. Our characters would be tasked by Cassandra to find where the red lyrium comes from. We learn that it is Blighted, later on, so as the creator's of this adventure, we would have some sort of angle to weave an adventure through different parts of Thedas.
While this game had only just been released back in October, it has received a wide rage of criticism for various reasons. And rightly so. (Everyone is entitled to their opinions... just sayin'.)
I did log an obscene amount of time on this edition through Thedas, but while I had just recently zero'd out the game, my first playthrough had struck the Muse with a desire to write something faaaaar better than the rp aspect of the game itself. They did leave out quite a bit from previous games and while they did touch on a few things, reveal a lot of others, and change a fuckton of lore, there are holes that need to be filled, (plot holes, you pervert! ), and I aim to write something that the creators of the game failed to do.
The writing was pretty horrible in some places and while I, myself, did enjoy some parts of it, I truly missed the in-depth interaction between the characters and would adore to write something where my character isn't a feckin' therapist for her team. Hell, my character doesn't even have to be Rook! Maybe we are a pair of Shadow Dragons who are trying to find out a few of the secrets of the Venatori? Maybe we are a pair of Crows, trying to navigate around the Antaam in Treviso and are the eyes and ears for Viago and Teia? (they had a muuuuuch bigger role in Tevinter Nights... I cannot say again how much one can learn from the books... They are soooOOooo good!!)
Either way one spins it, I would adore any sort of Dragon Age tale.
"I can see you... and I remember who you are. Why is that? Has something changed? You've changed. You can see me and remember me because you want to die." ― David Gaider
The two that are listed are not the only characters I have created. I do not mind creating something else, but these are the ones I have actually taken the time to flesh out, because that's what we all do, amiright? We all create some sort of Backstory for our characters, whether they're the Hof, Inquisitor, or Shepard... (better believe my next bump will be for Mass Effect, just sayin')
Without further adieu, here are the ladies I have created thus far... [/center]
— Body Type —
Leithe, slender with some muscle definition
— Hair Color —
Long Silver w/Dark Brows — Eye Color —
Blue/Violet
— Skin —
Lightly Sun-Kissed.
Nova has a casual and fun air about her and is only serious when working, and even then, she tries to keep the environment light. She despises being the Inquisitor, for she knows it will only put her people in harm's way, but for the moment, she is content knowing her clan will be protected as long as she is in charge. Though a Magic user, she doesn't shy away from a fight. Learning the Way of the Knight Enchanter enabled her to charge head first into battle, Spirit Blade drawn, and lead the Inquisition into whatever evil they must defeat.
Nova was the 1st to the Keeper, a role she was none too thrilled to inherit. Her parents were killed by human raiders, which inspired the clan to move further north, passed the Free Marches. When news had reached the Keeper that a Conclave had been summoned, he knew then what must be done.
As is common among some of the more isolated clans, upon her birth, a prophecy was issued. She would one day, raise an army of ALL the races which inhabited Thedas, and defeat a threat to the entire world. Of course, prophecies are usually misinterpreted, so her parents, though uneasy, chalked it up to an old woman's crazy musings. Little did they know that sometimes prophecies should be heeded.
Being tasked with the observation of the Conclave, and strictly ordered not to interfere, she set out to the Temple where it all was to take place. The last thing she remembers from that fateful day, is a strange woman, reaching out to her, and a whole lot of running.
Waking in chains with a glowing hand, was something definitely not on her to-do list, and surrounded by humans… Maker, what had she gotten herself into? Being questioned by these humans was making her head hurt, knowing they would find her guilty despite being innocent, especially because she was a "knife-ear".
To her surprise, they release her. She finds out the glowing hand was actually useful, though it tingled almost uncomfortably. A flash of something that happens causes a change in Cassandra, and the Inquisition is formed via her orders. With help from the Mages, they were able to close the Breech and, in doing so, discovered the being behind the destruction of the temple.
Corypheus, a form of Darkspawn, claims to be of Ancient Tevinter, a priest no less and reveals his plans to ascend to Godhood.
Upon the destruction of Haven and the discovery of Skyhold, Elindra is named Inquisitor, Leader of the Inquisition, and her status as Herald of Andraste seriously takes flight. She blames her confession to Cassandra for her elevation to Leader. If she hadn't of admitted to her about believing in the Maker, and her Elvhen Gods, maybe they would have chosen someone else to lead. Anyone else…
Within months, her ability to lead and do so justly gained the Inquisition momentum, and as word spread of her Heroism, her forces grew. Her mind and ability to navigate the Nobility and their silly Game, earned her renown as a "Woman unable to be bested".
And this, my dear reader, is where I shall end my dear Lavellan's story.
For the rest is still waiting to be written...
While Nova has the whole "Inquisitor" written out, I am definitely not opposed to changing her story. This was basically a copy and paste with a few bits changed, as I had built her story while I had been searching for a "Solas". I would much rather use her as more of an OC with another OC and as an agent of the Inquisition rather than the leader of it.
Same with the following character...
— Name — Lady Rayne Trevelyan
— Race — Human
— Age — 20-25
— Class — Bard/Rogue
— Height —
5'7"
— Weight —
135
— Body Type —
Leithe, slender with
some muscle definition
— Hair Color —
Long Rich Mahogony/Dark Brows — Eye Color —
Blue/Violet
— Skin —
Sun-Kissed
The Lady Rayne Trevelyan... the name is from the game, although I do not mind changing it for other purposes. Regardless, were the events of DA:I not in play, it could be something before that time, the Lady Rayne had been noble-born, and with the rumours of the Blight and all that went with it on the lips of everyone in Fereldan, her father, Lord Trevellyan, with his ties to Orlais, sent his daughter away, in hopes to keep her safe from the Blight and its cursed Darkspawn.
What he did not know, however, was that she would also prove to be a useful asset in her Bard training. Having found a sponsor within the walls of the Winter Palace, Rayne, like Josephine, had danced and played whilst listening in on the loose tongues of the ruling class. "A pretty face and bouncing bosom work wonders at keeping others distracted," she used to joke to Josephine on several of their outings. But when it came time for serious play, her go-to was her twin blades, and she danced better than most of the people trained on the floor.
After years of practice, the Lady Rayne had proven herself to be more than an asset and her own goals sharpened to that of the House of Repose. She wished to be one of the famed assassins who held true to the words of others and followed through, no matter what transpired.
So, with that, I give you the Lady Rayne. Asset to the Orlaisian Empire, proud contract protector of the House of Repose and famed Bard with a heart of gold...
And this, my dear reader, is where I shall end my dear Trevelyan's story.
In the quiet corners of my dreams, I have seen you— my counterpart, my muse, my heart's silent echo. I am the girl who dances in the shadows of forbidden love, with a heart that beats like a distant drum, waiting for you to cross the line between worlds.
I seek a partner in creativity, a fellow wanderer in the realm of passion and longing. Together, let us weave a tale of stars and fate—an artistry of words and hearts unchained, where love defies the borders of reason and burns with the fire of a thousand sunsets. Let us speak in verses, our every gesture a brushstroke upon the canvas of a world that would never understand the beauty of what we share.
If you, too, believe that writing is a great art, and are ready to lose yourself in a dance of imagination, then come—find me in the space where we become one, transcending time and place, bound only by the strength of our connection.
Let's craft a story that could never be written, one that is born only in the delicate space between two souls.
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❝I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.❞ ― William Shakespeare
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𖹭 ɦɛʟʟօ ȶɦɛʀɛ... 𖹭
I have written so many request threads, and they never satisfy, but after all the work I put into this, I am hoping it lasts a little while...
❅I am a real-life female in her forties, as much as it pains me to admit it. Old enough to know what I want out of the rest of my days, yet I still long for the unachievable... Immortality.
❅I have been writing for well over the age of most members of this site, albeit in my adult life, it has been mostly academic-related.
❅I am open to both Forum Threads and Private Messages regarding the world we build within the walls of the interwebs.
❅ I am a busy mom of an angsty teen, (please, send help!), so my time for myself is rather limited.
❅ I am available for plotting, and casual conversation, although, it is not required... save for the plotting stuff, cos why else would one seek a partner? I understand that real life comes first and if I am taking care of the real-world business and unable to respond back, then why should I deny that for someone else? Basically, I am ghost-friendly, as I have been guilty of that myself in the past...
❅I am a literate and well-advanced writer with aeons of experience under the proverbial belt and though I do not expect another to be astute in how to use the ever complained about preposition or comma, a decent grasp of how Words work is amiable.
❅I write about 400+ depending on what the topic is about and I do use images and pretty things within the replies and whatnot to not only fill the void I lack verbally, but also because I enjoy adding a bit of "flare" to a post. Potential partners don't need to do so, as I know it can be rather daunting when trying to just get words on a page.
𖹭 ֆɛɛӄɨռɢ 𖹭
What Is It That I Seek?
❅ An individual who wishes to weave a fabulous tale.
❅ An individual who grasps the concept of storytelling.
❅ An individual who aims to aid the story moving forward.
❅ An individual who enjoys and embraces the art of Word Weaving.
❅An individual who can express their wants, cravings, desires, or which path they wish the tale to turn.
I have seen and witnessed firsthand the amazing writers on this site and while I have had a few stories here, I wish for the one that could make the earth stand still. It's a long shot, I know since the majority of us here are only seeking something quick and in the moment to satiate the desires of that moment, but I crave something far deeper... I'll likely have to write that bit on my own, but it would be lovely to find one to craft that with...
I can be rather picky when it comes to writing the steamy bits and would prefer for there to be a teensy bit of chemistry with the characters.
I would prefer to keep things onsite rather than deviating to a different means of communication; i.e. email/discord/etc... If a friendship comes from the exchange, I do not mind extending communication outside of the site, but with past experience, it just gets... awkward.
𖹭 ɢ ɛ ռ ʀ ɛ ֆ 𖹭
・❥・supernatural is my go-to ・❥・slice of life is sometimes nice ・❥・historical fiction is ・❥・any pairing that'll please the Chosen One, erm partner except some sci-fi. sorry, can't get into some of it.
𖹭 քǟɨʀɨռɢֆ 𖹭
The Italicized/Bold will be the character I wish to play:
・❥・Beauty x Beast ・❥・Warrior x Mage/Sorceress
・❥・Prince/King x Princess/Queen
・❥・ Pirate x Princess/Noble
・❥・Uni Prof x T.A./Student/Prof (either of these I am fine with) ・❥・Choreographer x Dancer
・❥・Photographer x Dancer/Model
・❥・Brother's Best Friend x Little Sister
・❥・Best Friend's Brother/Father x Best Friend
・❥・Exec/Boss x Assistant/Secretary
・❥・Arranged Marriage (Preferably Enemies to Lovers) ・❥・Any DA (Dragon Age) and ME (Mass Effect) Pairings ・❥・Bridgerton (the Books, maybe the show) ・❥・LoTR ・❥・Take a stroll in Westeros with me? There is more, but I figure I can add to this later on. For now, this is what I have.
🕯 Winter Is Always Coming 🕯
VALERIA STARK ❝ The South can keep its games. Here in the North, we do not kneel. ❞
Setting: Westeros – Game of Thrones Allegiance: House Stark of Winterfell Role: The Iceborn Lady, Warrior of the North Age: 20
Born the youngest daughter of Lord Stark, Lady Valeria was never meant for courtly life. Raised among warriors and direwolves, she trained in secret with the Stark men, mastering the blade with the tenacity of a Northern wolf. When the War of the Five Kings shattered the realm, she took up her family's Valyrian steel sword, Frostfang, vowing to protect Winterfell at all costs.
Legends speak of her as "The Iceborn Lady," a woman who walks the frozen tundra alone, unafraid of the White Walkers or the biting winds of the North. Some claim she is part direwolf, others say she is a ghost of the Old Gods come to life. The truth? She is merely a Stark—cold, unyielding, and forever bound to her home.
JAIDYN BLACKTHORNE ❝ Men speak their truest words with ale on their breath and a warm body at their side. ❞
Setting: Westeros – Game of Thrones Allegiance: House Blackthorne (Minor noble house sworn to House Baratheon) Role: Tavern owner & informant Age: 24
Jaidyn Blackthorne was born into a minor noble family that fell into ruin after her father backed the wrong side in Robert's Rebellion. Stripped of lands and titles, her family was left with nothing but a crumbling inn on the outskirts of Storm's End. Instead of wallowing in misery, Sera took charge, turning the inn into The Stag's Rest, a thriving tavern known for its fine ale, lively atmosphere, and well-kept secrets.
Despite her station, she moves between worlds with ease—equally comfortable drinking with sellswords, seducing merchants, or exchanging whispers with highborn lords who visit her establishment. While many see her as a simple innkeeper, those who know better understand that she's a powerful informant, selling knowledge to the highest bidder and quietly playing her own game.
SERAPHINE ❝ He may own my body, but my soul remains my own... ❞
Setting: Medieval Era Allegiance: House d'Vallière, a once-great noble house on the brink of ruin Age: 17-18 Born into the noble House d'Vallière, Sera was raised in a world of refinement and grace, taught that duty to family outweighed personal desires. But when her father's debts and failed alliances led their house to the brink of ruin, she was bartered away in marriage to Lord Regnault de Morcenne, a man thrice her age, known for his ruthless nature and iron-fisted rule.
She entered her new husband's cold stone keep with hope that she might soften him, that she might learn to endure. But reality was cruel—he saw her as nothing more than a possession, a means to secure heirs and claim her family's lands outright. Every night is a test of endurance, every morning a silent battle for survival.
Yet Sera is no fool. She listens to the whispers of the court, watching, learning. She knows that even a caged bird can sing a song of rebellion.
ASTRID VALTYRSDOTTIR The Stormborn Shieldmaiden ❝Steel and honour shall carve my fate, not the words of men.❞
Age: 23 Origin: Born of noble Viking blood in the icy fjords of Nordfjell Appearance: Astrid possesses strikingly fierce eyes, framed by warrior's braids woven with beads of her ancestors. Her face is marked with ritual tattoos, each telling a story of battles fought and oaths sworn. Clad in furs and leather, her armour is both practical and regal, reflecting her noble lineage.
Background: Astrid is a storm given human form—unyielding, passionate, and fierce in battle. Though she carries the blood of Jarls, she rejects the comforts of court, choosing instead the path of the shieldmaiden. She is intelligent, fiercely loyal, and a natural leader, inspiring both admiration and fear among her people. She does not seek war, but she will wield her axe with righteous fury when her home and kin are threatened.
As the daughter of Jarl Valtyr the Stormbearer, Astrid was raised amidst both the brutality of Viking raids and the wisdom of noble diplomacy. She was trained from childhood to wield the axe and shield alongside her brothers, proving her worth time and time again. When her father fell in battle, her cowardly uncle sought to claim the title of Jarl, selling their lands to foreign kings in exchange for power. Astrid, unwilling to see her people enslaved, took up arms and rallied the warriors of Nordfjell, vowing to restore honor to her bloodline.
Now, she sails the frozen seas, seeking vengeance against those who betrayed her kin, carving her name into history with steel and fire.
Equipment:
Gungnir's Fang: A spear crafted by the finest blacksmiths of her hold, rumored to be blessed by Odin himself.
Ironclad Shield: Painted with her clan's sigil, reinforced to withstand heavy blows.
Wolf Cloak: Made from the pelt of a great white wolf she hunted on her first raid.
Seer's Amulet: A family heirloom tied to her mother's mystical lineage, said to grant protection in battle. Allies & Rivals:
Allies: The warriors of her father's clan, her blood brother Erik the Stormborn, and a seer named Freydis who interprets omens for the warband.
Rivals: Jarl Bjorn Iron-Fang, a power-hungry warlord seeking to conquer her lands.
❝ Here rise to life again, dead poetry!
Let it, O holy Muses, for I am yours,
And here Calliope, strike a higher key,
Accompanying my song with that sweet air
which made the wretched Magpies feel a blow
that turned all hope of pardon to despair ❞ — Dante, "Purgatorio", Canto I, lines 7 to 12
Most know of the Muse, Calliope, or Kalliope as being the Muse of Epic Poetry. Her fame and beauty were said to rival that of Aphrodite herself. Hesiod and Ovid called her the "Chief of all Muses" and her story is a fantastical one. (If you haven't read it, you should. It's brilliant.)
What happens if a Muse loses her... Muse? A much needed vacation perhaps? Maybe one of the Greats finally got bored and decided to use her own powers for herself? Ya know, get a little more recognition for all of her efforts? Mayhaps she's been assigned to a mortal that has been Fated for greatness but the other Muse's were able to stoke his talent into rising to the surface so the mortal can achieve their destiny?
I am leaving this relatively open, but the idea of a Muse, especially one like Kalliope, taking a moment to either find herself, make a name for herself, or even find an epic love struck me as a potential Musing that should be explored. The details can be discussed and I may add the already 'predetermined/thunk'd out' scenario's at a later date.
🕯 Across Oceans of Time 🕯
Across Oceans of Time ♫ ▶ ♫ ❝I have crossed oceans of time to find you...❞ ~ Bram Stoker
In ages not yet come to pass,
Shall the soul return,
Of the Goddess...
Many deaths shall she face,
Returning to Clotho each time,
But in one lifetime shall she meet her Fate...
How their Love is rare and true,
She can be found in Oneiros
And only then will she find you...
Trapped in the Threads of Clotho, Persephone has been caught in the mortal webs cast out by the Fates who weave them. For centuries, Hades searched for his beloved, and every time he almost reclaimed her, she slipped through his fingers like the sands of the Sahara.
Now, as the mortal Kore St. Lawerence, Hades has devised a plan to find her, win her, and make her remember her true self. Who she was meant to be.
The question is... Will they be reunited, or will she choose a mortal life?
🕯 Whispers of Truth 🕯
In the shadowed halls of House [Insert House Name], where power and politics are woven into every whispered conversation and subtle glance, she moves like a spectre. A Bene Gesserit sister, trained from childhood to control, to influence, and to shape the fates of noble families with a mere word, a slight gesture, a fleeting look. Her presence is both a blessing and a curse, and those who encounter her never quite know if they are being guided—or manipulated.
Her mission here is clear, but the path is treacherous. Sent to this House to observe, to counsel, and to ensure the bloodlines remain pure, her role is one of quiet power and subtle manipulation. She is a Truthsayer, a master of reading every nuance, every hesitation, every flicker of emotion beneath the surface. She can see past the masks that others wear, and she can hear the unspoken desires that linger in the hearts of those she meets.
But there is one she cannot read. One whose thoughts elude her, whose presence stirs something within her she has long suppressed: him.
The heir of House [Insert House Name], a man of strength and consequence, whose every word is calculated, whose every move is part of a larger game. He is a player in the great political theatre, and she knows well how to observe and guide such figures. But this man—there is something in his eyes, in the way he carries himself—that makes her question her own purpose. Something raw and untamed that she cannot control. Something that draws her closer, despite the risks.
She is a woman of control, a woman who has learned to bury her emotions beneath layers of duty and obligation. But he is a man who challenges her. The more she watches him, the more she finds herself drawn to him in ways she cannot explain. Her mind tells her to stay distant, to remain the observer, the manipulator—but her heart, which she thought long dead, begins to stir.
This is dangerous. She knows it. For both of them.
In the court of the Great Houses, there is no room for weakness. Affection, desire—they are dangerous commodities, to be traded only with caution and purpose. To become too entangled with someone like him is to risk everything: the Sisterhood's plans, her carefully constructed identity, and perhaps even her very life.
But she cannot deny the pull between them, the electricity in the air whenever their paths cross, the way his eyes linger on her just a moment too long. He sees through her—perhaps even more than she is willing to admit—and she feels the truth of his gaze settle deep inside her.
In this game of power, will they remain enemies, bound by duty and the expectations of their stations? Or will they dare to step into a space beyond manipulation and control, where feelings are not tools to be wielded but forces to be reckoned with?
She does not know the answer. But the danger of this connection is part of the allure. And perhaps, for the first time, she is willing to risk it.
🕯 Dante's Temptation 🕯
MC is a bright but reserved graduate student with a haunting past and a deep love for literature. She's idealistic, kind, and trying to make her own way in the world. YC is a highly respected but emotionally guarded professor—charismatic yet intimidating, with a reputation for being cold and unapproachable. Beneath his scholarly demeanor, however, lies a past riddled with secrets, regrets, and a longing for something more.
When MC joins his seminar (or becomes his research assistant), a hidden connection between them begins to surface—one that neither can ignore. Despite the professional boundaries and their vastly different life experiences, the two find themselves drawn into an irresistible dance of desire, redemption, and forbidden love.
About Me ❥ female writer
❥ U.S. (CST)
❥ third-person, past tense
❥ novella to multi-para
❥ slow-paced responder
❥ threads or pm
Experience ❥ 30 years of writing experience
❥ 5.5 years of roleplaying (sort of)
❥ A vast collection of random story-related knowledge stored in my head and on my PC
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She fell from Grace, no memory of why she fell, having been struck mid-fall. Now, with no memory, a body that was perfect only to be marred by injuries from a disastrous fall, she wakes in a hospital room. Unaware that she is being hunted. Her fall had been planned and her lack of memory a part of it all.
Is he the hunter? The demon sent forth to capture her? Or, is he the protector? The mortal with a broken past who sees redemption within her?
Eh, you decide. I thought the concept was interesting.
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A young witch who abandons her coven when she falls in love with a Christian soldier. War has plagued the country taking her love with it and upon receiving the latest news, their side was not winning. The Spring Solstice was upon them, and going against his wishes, she participated in a ritual with the coven who had never truly released her.
During this ritual, the war reaches a pinnacle point, costing her her lover's life. While she believes it is his spirit that haunts her when she is in their cottage, she prays to the Goddess that it had been, it is sadly, something else entirely... Something she had brought back with her from the ritual...
The rest can be discussed if there's an interest...
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A troubled soul in need of guidance and forgiveness. What sins has she committed? To be discussed. The point is, the sweet Father is the one who will either use her guilt to manipulate her to do things she wouldn't normally do or to blackmail her should the sins be worth the payout.
Is she an adultress who repents due to the guilt she feels for her actions? Had it been a physical, virtual, or even a mental encounter that had taken place?
Is she a pure soul who has a roommate who brings home a different man/woman, or several every night and not very quiet about it? Tired of the constant noises coming from all parts of her home, she seeks out her long-time Priest for advice... Should she move?
About Me ❥ female writer
❥ U.S. (CST)
❥ third-person, past tense
❥ novella to multi-para
❥ slow-paced responder
❥ threads or pm
Experience ❥ 30 years of writing experience
❥ 5.5 years of roleplaying (sort of)
❥ A vast collection of random story-related knowledge stored in my head and on my PC
‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿
She fell from Grace, no memory of why she fell, having been struck mid-fall. Now, with no memory, a body that was perfect only to be marred by injuries from a disastrous fall, she wakes in a hospital room. Unaware that she is being hunted. Her fall had been planned and her lack of memory a part of it all.
Is he the hunter? The demon sent forth to capture her? Or, is he the protector? The mortal with a broken past who sees redemption within her?
Eh, you decide. I thought the concept was interesting.
‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿
A young witch who abandons her coven when she falls in love with a Christian soldier. War has plagued the country taking her love with it and upon receiving the latest news, their side was not winning. The Spring Solstice was upon them, and going against his wishes, she participated in a ritual with the coven who had never truly released her.
During this ritual, the war reaches a pinnacle point, costing her her lover's life. While she believes it is his spirit that haunts her when she is in their cottage, she prays to the Goddess that it had been, it is sadly, something else entirely... Something she had brought back with her from the ritual...
The rest can be discussed if there's an interest...
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A troubled soul in need of guidance and forgiveness. What sins has she committed? To be discussed. The point is, the sweet Father is the one who will either use her guilt to manipulate her to do things she wouldn't normally do or to blackmail her should the sins be worth the payout.
Is she an adultress who repents due to the guilt she feels for her actions? Had it been a physical, virtual, or even a mental encounter that had taken place?
Is she a pure soul who has a roommate who brings home a different man/woman, or several every night and not very quiet about it? Tired of the constant noises coming from all parts of her home, she seeks out her long-time Priest for advice... Should she move?
a huge thank you to, @Cat for the help with some of the graphics. an amazing talent, that one <3
About Me ❥ female writer
❥ U.S. (CST)
❥ third-person, past tense
❥ novella to multi-para
❥ slow-paced responder
❥ threads or pm
Experience ❥ 30 years of writing experience
❥ 5.5 years of roleplaying (sort of)
❥ A vast collection of random story-related knowledge stored in my head and on my PC
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A Cinder-Snow tale where a young princess is raised without a mother. The King takes it upon himself to remarry to provide a mother for the daughter he already has and gain an heir in need of making.
Having been raised by only a man who found more time with his nobles and councilmen, Elspeth found most of her days consisted of hiding from her Nurse and getting underfoot in the armoury. After befriending one of the younger Knights, the dear Princess manages to sweet-talk her father into letting her train. With the smooth-talking of the Knight, adding that it would at least make the Nurse a happier creature were the energy of a young lass be used, the King had been won over, and the training began.
Her father had left the kingdom of Insert Kingdom Name Here to negotiate peace with another bordering land that had decided to grow a little big in the breeches. This did not go as well as one would have hoped.
With the King out of the picture and our new Queen at the helm, she allows her hatred of the little Princess to take the lead. Banishing her to the guard's barracks instead of allowing her to keep her rooms in the castle, dear Elspeth tries to make do with what she has been dealt. For the time being...
With the help of the guards still loyal to her father and by rites, Elspeth, will she be able to retake the throne that had been stolen out from under her? Will the Evil Queen manage to win the heart of the Huntsman/Prince and seal the Fate of the king?
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"Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter. If you're lucky enough to be an artist's muse, they will immortalize you." ― Soledad Francis
I don't have a face claim for this just yet and I would rather have the "Painter/Artist" of this tale decide his Muse.
Basically, there is a teensy-tiny part in the Bridgerton series, (if you've seen it, you'll know the scene I am referring to, if not, it does not matter), and it pertains to the 2nd son, Benedict away at "The Art Academy", if they said the name, I was not paying attention which is a shame since I've watched the series in its entirety more times than any sane person should admit.
Here's the plot thought:
MC, is a model for this university. Not only is she simply a model, but she wishes to hone her craft as any other man who attends. The problem therein lies within her sex. Women were not allowed to attend universities or practise any sort of academic path without causing some sort of scandal, so they were, therefore, meant to dress prettily, learn how to sing and play the pianoforte and breed. That was it. Women were not worth all that much to the aristocratic society and some of the women trapped within were smart enough to at least attempt to escape it. If a love match were unavailable when they 'came out in society' and deemed themselves spinsters on purpose, they were free. The majority of ladies were not so lucky and had their marriages arranged for them.
MC, had been lucky enough to have her debut and escape unwed so she could follow her own dreams, not that anything would come of them at the time, but there had always been that glimmer of hope.
While having parents who were in Society, she too, had been obligated to attend functions and the like, even if she were a permanent fixture upon the wall. Masquerades had been her favourite functions to attend as it had been less likely for some to notice her as her face would be covered.
Something about the mask, as she had often posed nude with only a mask on her face to hide her true identity, of course, (because they all do and somehow it works. Go figure).
Anyhum, YC comes along and spies her sitting in his seat one afternoon, having arrived to class a bit early and the interrogation and romance would begin. I have a few more thoughts on how this would go, but I think playing it out with another would be much more fun.
A fun scene that keeps playing in my head is a surprise meeting of the two at a Society ball where he learns her true identity of being a Lady, despite the provocative situations they would have likely found themselves in at this point.
Of course, she would tell him the truth of who she was, but would it have mattered? He would have been more focused on her beauty, her bosom, her bum, or whatever to truly care who she was and what they had done. Would he be honourable and give up his rakish ways and marry this spinster whose virtue he did not know he had taken until the blood of her maidenhead was on his member?
I am just rambling at this point, but I will close with... Does the Rake Honour the Spinster? Or does he take his liberties and leave?
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"I have crossed oceans of time to find you..."
~ Bram Stoker
In ages not yet come to pass,
Shall the soul return,
Of the Goddess...
Many deaths shall she face,
Returning to Clotho each time,
But in one lifetime shall she meet her Fate...
How their Love is rare and true,
She can be found in Oneiros
And only then will she find you...
We all know the fabled tale of Hades and his Persephone, yes? Fabulous tale laced with trauma, heartbreak, and all of the goodness that creates a wonderful story. I rather like to think that Persephone went willingly to the Underworld and ate the pomegrante seeds on purpose, just so she would have an excuse to stay.
But what if...
Demetre, never fully accepting the Fate of her daughter, had devised a plan to free Persephone from the prison she believed her to be in. While tucked away in the Underworld, safe in the arms of the God she loved, Persephone had been oblivious to the schemes of her mother. Olympus having gone quiet for some time with the loss of faith in mankind, had kept Hades rather busy with the new arrivals in the Underworld in which he ruled. There had truly never been a lack of faith in him.
Striking an accord with Kratos, Demetre has him sit in waiting while she stands, ready to greet her daughter after her time spent in the realm of the Dead. With a look of sadness that Persephone had immediately picked up on, she embraces her daughter, one last time.
"Please, forgive me, child," she whispered through silent tears that had fallen down her cheeks and into her daughter's hair. "I do this to save you..."
Once those words were out of her mouth, Kratos revealed himself. Before Persephone could do anything to defend herself, having been caught completely off guard by the ploy of her mother, the hammer had fallen and found its mark. With her dying breath, Persephone cursed them both to walk the world in agony for the crime they had committed against her.
Making sure to not lose her daughter for good, Demetre negotiated a deal with the youngest sister of Fate, Klothos. Her threads of Human Life. As a celestial being, the thread of the Divine can truly never be destroyed, only redisbursed. The mother of the goddess would rather see her daughter cast and recast through the wheel of time as a mortal than to see her trapped in the Underworld with someone who spends his time with dead people.
Trapped in the Threads of Clotho, Persephone has been caught in the mortal webs cast out by the Fates who weave them. For centuries, Hades searched for his beloved, and every time he almost reclaimed her, she slipped through his fingers like the sands of the Sahara.
Now, as the mortal Kore St. Lawerence, Hades has devised a plan to find her, win her, and make her remember her true self. Who she was meant to be.
The question is... Will they be reunited, or will she choose a mortal life?
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EDWARD SMITH Gentleman / / Executive / / Mystery ╰┈➤❝ SOME SORT OF QUOTE HERE IF YOU WANT TO USE ONE❞
ARIA LAURENT Artist / / Muse / / Enigma ❝ The world is not meant to be understood, but to be felt deeply. I only capture what cannot be contained.. ❞
"All art is quite useless."― Oscar Wilde
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HENRY ADAMS x***Something// Something // Something***x ***"some sort of quote goes here..."***
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LILLIAN ❝Lily❞ ADAMS xdaughter // pianist // his little girlx ❝My music is my passion, but my Daddy is my greatest song.❞ — Lillian Adams
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"Dialogue, dialogue, dialogue."
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ADRIAN MEYERS ׂ]❝Hope is not pretending that troubles don't exist. It is the trust that they will not last forever, that hurts will be healed and difficulties overcome. It is faith that a source of strength and renewal lies within to lead us through the dark into the sunshine❞
AMELIA PARKER ❝ Writing a letter is like sending a whisper through time. ❞
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"Dialogue, dialogue, dialogue."
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AMELIA PARKER ❝ Writing a letter is like sending a whisper through time. ❞
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"Dialogue, dialogue, dialogue."
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Eduard Carrington & Valerie De Luca~ Glass KnucklesNew
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"Dialogue, dialogue, dialogue."
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𝕍𝔸𝕃𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼 ❝𝕍𝔸𝕃❞
𝔻𝔼 𝕃𝕌ℂ𝔸 xELEGANT // LETHAL // SINISTERLY SWEETx ❝The trick isn't making them want you. It's making them think they had a choice.❞
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"Dialogue, dialogue, dialogue."
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Sornen Gaitling & Lady Eveline Harrow~ The Duelist's VowNew
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