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impius
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- May 1, 2025
ABOUT IMPIUS:
Impius here as a 25-year-old writer residing on the East Coast, standing at the precipice of sharing a world of stories cultivated over nearly fifteen years. For eight of those years, I have been focused on meticulous crafting of world-building and the nuanced shaping of characters.
I am only comfortable solely writing in the third-person perspective, I can write genres spanning from supernatural realms, epic fantasies, historical settings, and even glimpses into modern life. I am very drawn to the comforting sweetness of romance and fluff, I am not afraid to delve into more explicit territories but that is for you as my counter partner to find out for yourself.
WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR?
I'm searching for a collaborative writing partner who shares my passion for chemistry, both in terms of the subject matter and the creative process. I envision a partnership where we can brainstorm plot points, develop compelling characters, and meticulously craft dialogue. My writing output typically ranges from 500 to 2000 words, but I'm aiming for the 500-1000 word range currently due to work commitments. Open communication is paramount to me; I'll always keep you updated and informed. I understand that interest can wane, and I'd appreciate honesty if that happens – just let me know. I'm looking for someone who enjoys a relaxed, collaborative atmosphere and is excited to build a story together.
KINKS:
breeding, impact play, blood play, knife play, spanking, biting, marking/branding, power play, size difference, anal, voyeurism, exhibitionism, knotting, roughness, messy blowjobs, cunnilingus, anal, bondage, degradation, toys, clothing being ripped, praise, cnc, choking, sensation deprivation, overstimulation, orgasm denial and forced, ect.
LIMITS:
bimbofication, gore/vore, anything bathroom related, controlling my character, amputation, feet. I really can't think of anything else.
PLOTS THAT I HAVE IN MIND!
PLOT ONE: Interview with a Vampire meets Queen of the Damned. Pretty much think like Anne Rice! / Impius means Wicked in Latin if I remember correctly which is why the club name is that. I'm looking for someone to play another vampire, hunter, or a lycanthrope. So many endless possibilities.
New York City. A concrete jungle teeming with life roars with a vibrant energy during the day. But as the sun dips below the horizon, a different kind of life emerges, slithering from the shadows to claim the night. These creatures of the dark, drawn by instinct or driven by hunger, venture out to participate in the city's nocturnal pulse, some mimicking the mundane, others stalking unsuspecting prey. Yet, their paths, however varied, often converge on a single, infamous point: "The Impius." This club is a melting pot of sin and indulgence, pulsates with a dark allure, a discreet haven for the city's supernatural inhabitants. Among them, a figure of ancient power and chilling beauty walks amongst the mundane. A vampire who seeks the solace of her own kind within night club's walls, all while toying with the fragile lives that unknowingly surround her.
PLOT TWO: A Captain of the Royal Guard for a Queen of Vitalis.
Corvina is the last vestige of the proud Damocles line that has carried the weight of a kingdom on her slender shoulders. Orphaned too soon, she had been meticulously shaped into a queen, every lesson, every ball, every diplomatic engagement a step toward securing the future of her realm. Now the time had come to solidify her position to provide an heir. The court was abuzz with eligible lords and princes, their riches and lineage paraded before her like glittering prizes. Yet, amidst the ostentatious displays of wealth and power, Corvina found her gaze drawn to a different kind of strength, a quiet devotion that resided in the steely eyes of a certain Captain of her Royal Guard. A forbidden spark had ignited between them with a silent language spoken in stolen glances and fleeting moments of shared purpose. The choice before Corvina was agonizing: duty and tradition, or the dangerous allure of a love that could unravel the carefully constructed tapestry of her reign. Would she sacrifice her own desires for the sake of the kingdom, or succumb to the forbidden fire that burned within her for a man she could never truly have?
STARTER THREE: A Elvish Trade of the Heart. //This is where an elven princess is being traded for peace between the elves and humankind, she has been traded for an arranged marriage with the King.
The wind howled a mournful ballad across the desolate peace grounds, mirroring the turmoil in Princess Nessa's heart. For generations, humans and elves had clashed, and now, she was to be the offering – a princess traded for a fragile truce. Her father, the Elven King had painted humans as savage beasts, bloodthirsty and cruel. Every tale spoken at her bedside was a horror story of human atrocities, conditioning her to fear the very race she was now forced to trust. Dragged and protesting, Nessa arrived at the designated meeting point, her eyes wide with a mixture of dread and defiance. But the faces that greeted her weren't those of monsters; they were weary, cautious, perhaps even hopeful. Could her father's stories be lies? Could these humans, especially the king who was to be her keeper, be capable of kindness, or was this merely a facade concealing a darker intent? And what was her father truly planning? Was this peace offering a genuine attempt at resolution, or a calculated move in a larger, more sinister game?
PLOT FOUR: LYCANTHROPES. // I have a few ideas to throw into this one.
1. Driven by ambition and a nose for a good story, a seasoned big-city reporter traded skyscrapers for sprawling fields when she arrived in the sleepy rural town of Havenwood. A series of brutal unexplained attacks had plagued the community, turning neighbor against neighbor in fear and suspicion. (M/C) saw a chance to make a name for herself, to uncover the truth behind the gruesome events. Her investigation led her to the local watering hole, and its enigmatic bartender— (Y/C). With his charming smile and easygoing demeanor, (Y/C) seemed to know everyone and everything about Havenwood, making him a valuable, if somewhat guarded, source of information. What (M/C) didn't realize was that (Y/C)'s connection to the attacks ran far deeper than she could imagine, a secret woven into the very fabric of the town. But as she delved further into her investigation, the creatures that haunted Havenwood began to take notice, their sights set on the curious outsider. When (M/C) becomes a target, a single bite changes everything, blurring the lines between hunter and hunted. Now bound to the darkness she sought to expose, (Y/C) becomes an unlikely ally, his knowledge and hidden past the only things standing between my character and a monstrous fate, their destinies twisted together in a battle for survival against a terrifying enemy.
2. The Church's iron fist had crushed the supernatural world, branding all its inhabitants as abominations deserving only chains or death. (Y/C) was once a respected blacksmith but was now a hunted beast. The lunar curse that twisted his flesh under the moon's glow had been his secret shame, until a zealous Inquisitor sniffed it out. Now silver-laced wounds burned across his chest, each step a fresh agony as he fled. The forest became a blur, the trees blurring into a indistinguishable green wall. But the poison soon claimed its price. Just as the world began to spin into a disorienting void, (Y/C) collapsed with his world fading to black. When he finally blinked back into awareness, the scent of herbs and woodsmoke filled his lungs. He lay on a soft bed, the pain in his chest dulled to a throb. But this wasn't a sanctuary of the Church, this was a witch's cottage, a place whispered about in fearful tones, a place ruled by a power even the Church dared not provoke directly. He was saved, but thrown into a world of unknown forces and allegiances.
I am not opposed to other ideas being brought in but these are some of my top three cravings! I hope to see you all soon and I can't wait to see if we create something beautiful!
Impius here as a 25-year-old writer residing on the East Coast, standing at the precipice of sharing a world of stories cultivated over nearly fifteen years. For eight of those years, I have been focused on meticulous crafting of world-building and the nuanced shaping of characters.
I am only comfortable solely writing in the third-person perspective, I can write genres spanning from supernatural realms, epic fantasies, historical settings, and even glimpses into modern life. I am very drawn to the comforting sweetness of romance and fluff, I am not afraid to delve into more explicit territories but that is for you as my counter partner to find out for yourself.
WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR?
I'm searching for a collaborative writing partner who shares my passion for chemistry, both in terms of the subject matter and the creative process. I envision a partnership where we can brainstorm plot points, develop compelling characters, and meticulously craft dialogue. My writing output typically ranges from 500 to 2000 words, but I'm aiming for the 500-1000 word range currently due to work commitments. Open communication is paramount to me; I'll always keep you updated and informed. I understand that interest can wane, and I'd appreciate honesty if that happens – just let me know. I'm looking for someone who enjoys a relaxed, collaborative atmosphere and is excited to build a story together.
KINKS:
breeding, impact play, blood play, knife play, spanking, biting, marking/branding, power play, size difference, anal, voyeurism, exhibitionism, knotting, roughness, messy blowjobs, cunnilingus, anal, bondage, degradation, toys, clothing being ripped, praise, cnc, choking, sensation deprivation, overstimulation, orgasm denial and forced, ect.
LIMITS:
bimbofication, gore/vore, anything bathroom related, controlling my character, amputation, feet. I really can't think of anything else.
PLOTS THAT I HAVE IN MIND!
PLOT ONE: Interview with a Vampire meets Queen of the Damned. Pretty much think like Anne Rice! / Impius means Wicked in Latin if I remember correctly which is why the club name is that. I'm looking for someone to play another vampire, hunter, or a lycanthrope. So many endless possibilities.
New York City. A concrete jungle teeming with life roars with a vibrant energy during the day. But as the sun dips below the horizon, a different kind of life emerges, slithering from the shadows to claim the night. These creatures of the dark, drawn by instinct or driven by hunger, venture out to participate in the city's nocturnal pulse, some mimicking the mundane, others stalking unsuspecting prey. Yet, their paths, however varied, often converge on a single, infamous point: "The Impius." This club is a melting pot of sin and indulgence, pulsates with a dark allure, a discreet haven for the city's supernatural inhabitants. Among them, a figure of ancient power and chilling beauty walks amongst the mundane. A vampire who seeks the solace of her own kind within night club's walls, all while toying with the fragile lives that unknowingly surround her.
PLOT TWO: A Captain of the Royal Guard for a Queen of Vitalis.
Corvina is the last vestige of the proud Damocles line that has carried the weight of a kingdom on her slender shoulders. Orphaned too soon, she had been meticulously shaped into a queen, every lesson, every ball, every diplomatic engagement a step toward securing the future of her realm. Now the time had come to solidify her position to provide an heir. The court was abuzz with eligible lords and princes, their riches and lineage paraded before her like glittering prizes. Yet, amidst the ostentatious displays of wealth and power, Corvina found her gaze drawn to a different kind of strength, a quiet devotion that resided in the steely eyes of a certain Captain of her Royal Guard. A forbidden spark had ignited between them with a silent language spoken in stolen glances and fleeting moments of shared purpose. The choice before Corvina was agonizing: duty and tradition, or the dangerous allure of a love that could unravel the carefully constructed tapestry of her reign. Would she sacrifice her own desires for the sake of the kingdom, or succumb to the forbidden fire that burned within her for a man she could never truly have?
STARTER THREE: A Elvish Trade of the Heart. //This is where an elven princess is being traded for peace between the elves and humankind, she has been traded for an arranged marriage with the King.
The wind howled a mournful ballad across the desolate peace grounds, mirroring the turmoil in Princess Nessa's heart. For generations, humans and elves had clashed, and now, she was to be the offering – a princess traded for a fragile truce. Her father, the Elven King had painted humans as savage beasts, bloodthirsty and cruel. Every tale spoken at her bedside was a horror story of human atrocities, conditioning her to fear the very race she was now forced to trust. Dragged and protesting, Nessa arrived at the designated meeting point, her eyes wide with a mixture of dread and defiance. But the faces that greeted her weren't those of monsters; they were weary, cautious, perhaps even hopeful. Could her father's stories be lies? Could these humans, especially the king who was to be her keeper, be capable of kindness, or was this merely a facade concealing a darker intent? And what was her father truly planning? Was this peace offering a genuine attempt at resolution, or a calculated move in a larger, more sinister game?
PLOT FOUR: LYCANTHROPES. // I have a few ideas to throw into this one.
1. Driven by ambition and a nose for a good story, a seasoned big-city reporter traded skyscrapers for sprawling fields when she arrived in the sleepy rural town of Havenwood. A series of brutal unexplained attacks had plagued the community, turning neighbor against neighbor in fear and suspicion. (M/C) saw a chance to make a name for herself, to uncover the truth behind the gruesome events. Her investigation led her to the local watering hole, and its enigmatic bartender— (Y/C). With his charming smile and easygoing demeanor, (Y/C) seemed to know everyone and everything about Havenwood, making him a valuable, if somewhat guarded, source of information. What (M/C) didn't realize was that (Y/C)'s connection to the attacks ran far deeper than she could imagine, a secret woven into the very fabric of the town. But as she delved further into her investigation, the creatures that haunted Havenwood began to take notice, their sights set on the curious outsider. When (M/C) becomes a target, a single bite changes everything, blurring the lines between hunter and hunted. Now bound to the darkness she sought to expose, (Y/C) becomes an unlikely ally, his knowledge and hidden past the only things standing between my character and a monstrous fate, their destinies twisted together in a battle for survival against a terrifying enemy.
2. The Church's iron fist had crushed the supernatural world, branding all its inhabitants as abominations deserving only chains or death. (Y/C) was once a respected blacksmith but was now a hunted beast. The lunar curse that twisted his flesh under the moon's glow had been his secret shame, until a zealous Inquisitor sniffed it out. Now silver-laced wounds burned across his chest, each step a fresh agony as he fled. The forest became a blur, the trees blurring into a indistinguishable green wall. But the poison soon claimed its price. Just as the world began to spin into a disorienting void, (Y/C) collapsed with his world fading to black. When he finally blinked back into awareness, the scent of herbs and woodsmoke filled his lungs. He lay on a soft bed, the pain in his chest dulled to a throb. But this wasn't a sanctuary of the Church, this was a witch's cottage, a place whispered about in fearful tones, a place ruled by a power even the Church dared not provoke directly. He was saved, but thrown into a world of unknown forces and allegiances.
I am not opposed to other ideas being brought in but these are some of my top three cravings! I hope to see you all soon and I can't wait to see if we create something beautiful!
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