Blood Briar
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- May 1, 2025

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Hiya! I'm Briar (they/her, 30s), the Blood part is optional. ^^ I've recently come back to online post/chat RPs, but I've been immersed in RPGs and roleplaying for over two decades, which is absolutely an expression of how much I love it. Collaborative stories and exuberant creativity give me a unique sort of happy glow.
Up front and first off: my priorities are story, character design, relationship dynamics and romance. Smut is grand, but I'm after the kind that matures out of love and need between two characters. Whether it's fluffy and wholesome, (very) dark and (extremely) toxic, a mix of both or somewhere between (I suggest you glance at the story prompts below if you doubt how far of a range this can cover), romance comes first, and the best romance flows out of characters designed well with intentional relationship dynamics in mind.
That said, I still seek improvisation and surprises from my writing partners. ^^ Some planning can go a long way for making amazing stories, though.
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My Posts run ~300~1000 words, longer/shorter as warranted.
I post from Weekly to a lot in a day. You don't need to apologize for or let me know about every day you can't post. It comes when it comes, and I'd rather writing partners not feel stressed about it, y'know?Chatty is more my side of that spectrum, but I've done just fine with barely any, so aim for the balance you want.
I don't care about Tenses or POV, just make it legible & coherent.
Don't worry about my Timezone, my sleep schedule is bananas.
I prefer ongoing Communication; I thrive on collaboration, and like to know what my writing partners are thinking.
Forums, Discord and PMs work for me, in that order of preference. -
I mostly write original content, and when I do step into a fandom, I do it with OCs. The lack of precedent means anything can be on the table, and the vibes are custom-built to suit the story and writers. Nevertheless, some settings appeal to me rather strongly. Fallen London, for example. ^^
Characters with flaws, needs that conflict with their desires, fleshed out and tangled motivations, built-in relationship conflict - yes and yes to all of this, that is what I'm after. I want a struggle toward happiness and love, and like making it difficult for my darlings. Sometimes extremely so.
I'm primarily into sapphic/yuri & nonbinary match-ups, so that's an inclusive yes for intersex, trans, agender and similar characters. Species-wise, I'm open to nearly anything, including inventing new ones.
For almost all of my story ideas, I'm up for playing either character, and yes, I very much want to expand on them with you before starting. -
For kink and power exchange, I want it to work with the concept & characters. I can write/roleplay within a sizable range (and have a lot of experience to draw from IRL), so I'm fairly compatible with most D/s dynamics and kinks. That said, since I'm not smut-centric, I write for kinks and dynamics rather than fetishes. That doesn't mean I won't cater to most fetishes - just as long as it's a compatible element and not the central focus of everything.
Some of my favorite kinks:
Affection, cuddling, hand holding, kissing and nuzzlingBreath Play
Teeth & Nails & Fingers, feral as can be
Scars, Marks and Bruises
Knife/weapon Play
Banter and Flirting
Emotional/Physical Sadism & Masochism
And some limits:
NonCon in the RP or Concept, unless I explicitly include it in a story prompt
DubCon isn't a hard limit, but I'm picky about the context
Hyper/micro, Giant/tiny
Scat, Feeder, Inflation, Beast
Before I get to the rest, I want to explicitly say,
as long as you've read the above and think we could be compatible writing partners,
I am very receptive to hearing your ideas and being pitched stories,
including variations on any of mine.
Life is short, shoot your shot.
as long as you've read the above and think we could be compatible writing partners,
I am very receptive to hearing your ideas and being pitched stories,
including variations on any of mine.
Life is short, shoot your shot.

s t o r i e s
What You Understand
Corruption, Psychopathy, Cult Leader
Setting: Modern or Sci-Fi
Dynamic: Switch or D/s
Catching the Leader is supposed to be the end. Put them on trial, do a little dance, lock them away or put them to the chair. Cult followers might persist for some time, but without the core to hold it all together, it all falls apart.
That wasn't what happened. Terrorist activities of the cult continued their spiral into the fabric of the status quo. Worse, the cult Leader was declared insane, and committed to a psychiatric facility instead of a normal prison or the much preferred execution. Not a single shred of evidence could be produced that they had planned or taken part in any of the organized chaos the cult was perpetrating. At least they took the precaution of isolating them, lest they influence the rest of the facility's residents.
Of course the facility staff tried to question and 'treat' the cult Leader. All they got back was silence. It was clear enough that they were cognizant and could acknowledge what was said to them; they just refused to engage. With no end in sight for the cult, and no traction on the Leader, there was desperation for a solution. Then, while returning from one of their fruitless sessions, the Leader saw Interviewer. Once they were back in their cell, they offered to speak with Interviewer. A breakthrough, finally. There were stipulations from the Leader, and after some negotiation, the first session was set.
Focused as they were on answers and prestige, none of the right people considered the possibility about to unfurl: Interviewer was going to be the next soul drawn into the cult by the Leader.
Dynamic: Switch or D/s
Catching the Leader is supposed to be the end. Put them on trial, do a little dance, lock them away or put them to the chair. Cult followers might persist for some time, but without the core to hold it all together, it all falls apart.
That wasn't what happened. Terrorist activities of the cult continued their spiral into the fabric of the status quo. Worse, the cult Leader was declared insane, and committed to a psychiatric facility instead of a normal prison or the much preferred execution. Not a single shred of evidence could be produced that they had planned or taken part in any of the organized chaos the cult was perpetrating. At least they took the precaution of isolating them, lest they influence the rest of the facility's residents.
Of course the facility staff tried to question and 'treat' the cult Leader. All they got back was silence. It was clear enough that they were cognizant and could acknowledge what was said to them; they just refused to engage. With no end in sight for the cult, and no traction on the Leader, there was desperation for a solution. Then, while returning from one of their fruitless sessions, the Leader saw Interviewer. Once they were back in their cell, they offered to speak with Interviewer. A breakthrough, finally. There were stipulations from the Leader, and after some negotiation, the first session was set.
Focused as they were on answers and prestige, none of the right people considered the possibility about to unfurl: Interviewer was going to be the next soul drawn into the cult by the Leader.
The Bite That Binds
Courtship Dance, Supernatural Predator, Edge Play
Setting: Modern Supernatural, Alt History Supernatural or Fantasy
Dynamic: D/s with soft-power bottom
Iterations: It wouldn't take much tweaking to make this fit another monster that can hide in plain sight, e.g. vampire
Red performs the role of escort especially well, playing off of partners' interests and personality to best draw out their monetary appreciation and inflame their insistence for her. Her greatest desires, however, lie rooted in kink; her heart holds dark appetites for suffering, received and inflicted, physical and emotional. To play up her exclusivity and keep work and fun separate, she restricts kink and fucking to paying clients only. The only exception she gives herself is indulging in kink at events where enough eyes keep her self-control in check.
It's not an easy life balancing so much hunger, but she manages.
Wolf is generally well-respected in society, because that serves as the best cover. Trying to exist openly as a lycanthrope is a death sentence, after all. They have little trouble playing out hunts in the streets or the countryside because they're careful about location and target. An outsider looking in might think they have it all, but their existence is highly solitary and they are tired of being lonely. They want a partner in all of it to share everything with.
Despite how easily they eat humans when the craving strikes, the thought of carelessly cursing another to live their kind of life makes them hesitate. Sure, there are all the concerns of compatibility for both romance and the lifestyle; they could not have regrets or seek to expose them in turn. But it's more fundamental than that. Their partner ought to be perfect for this life, and for them.
As a primal predator type with minimal innate sadism or masochism, Wolf finds plenty of satiation in their hunts and the occasional rough seduction. They accept an invitation on a lark to a particularly kinky party, though, and that's when they meet Red. Something about how she gasps and smiles when her blood is let calls to Wolf - this just might be who they're craving. It isn't easy to get close to Red, though, and Wolf needs to know who she is when she's not putting on a performance for a client or audience.
Red's used to rejecting courtship advances out of hand from clients. She doesn't want them trying to get any closer outside of her work. Receiving one from someone she's never seen, though, that's something different. And Wolf's mysterious charm and predatory glint invites more desire in her than she can rightly deny.
Relevant.
Dynamic: D/s with soft-power bottom
Iterations: It wouldn't take much tweaking to make this fit another monster that can hide in plain sight, e.g. vampire
Red performs the role of escort especially well, playing off of partners' interests and personality to best draw out their monetary appreciation and inflame their insistence for her. Her greatest desires, however, lie rooted in kink; her heart holds dark appetites for suffering, received and inflicted, physical and emotional. To play up her exclusivity and keep work and fun separate, she restricts kink and fucking to paying clients only. The only exception she gives herself is indulging in kink at events where enough eyes keep her self-control in check.
It's not an easy life balancing so much hunger, but she manages.
Wolf is generally well-respected in society, because that serves as the best cover. Trying to exist openly as a lycanthrope is a death sentence, after all. They have little trouble playing out hunts in the streets or the countryside because they're careful about location and target. An outsider looking in might think they have it all, but their existence is highly solitary and they are tired of being lonely. They want a partner in all of it to share everything with.
Despite how easily they eat humans when the craving strikes, the thought of carelessly cursing another to live their kind of life makes them hesitate. Sure, there are all the concerns of compatibility for both romance and the lifestyle; they could not have regrets or seek to expose them in turn. But it's more fundamental than that. Their partner ought to be perfect for this life, and for them.
As a primal predator type with minimal innate sadism or masochism, Wolf finds plenty of satiation in their hunts and the occasional rough seduction. They accept an invitation on a lark to a particularly kinky party, though, and that's when they meet Red. Something about how she gasps and smiles when her blood is let calls to Wolf - this just might be who they're craving. It isn't easy to get close to Red, though, and Wolf needs to know who she is when she's not putting on a performance for a client or audience.
Red's used to rejecting courtship advances out of hand from clients. She doesn't want them trying to get any closer outside of her work. Receiving one from someone she's never seen, though, that's something different. And Wolf's mysterious charm and predatory glint invites more desire in her than she can rightly deny.
Relevant.
The Only Reflection That Matters
Allies to Lovers, Wholesome Romance, Blood Magic
Setting: Fantasy, Magepunk or Urban Fantasy
Dynamic: Switch or None
Bloodless didn't asked to be cursed with blood magic. The universally condemned sphere of magic featured prominently in the worst myths, and a foundational tale of catastrophe for a precursor realm. Yet, when tested, she registered an overwhelming aptitude for the sphere and little to none in any other. Such a thing was so unheard of that superstitions had long faded away to legend, which was the only reason why she got to keep her life.
Of course, her family buried it. They would not suffer a terminal blow to their power and prestige from this damned fate. Bloodless was marked then as a black spot on the family, banned from learning anything more of magic, and raised to be nothing more than a pawn to marry off. The love she previously enjoyed from her parents withered, suspicion remained high of anything that might link her to practicing blood magic, and her future as a part of the family obliterated.
Bloodless did her best to endure it all, to put on a brave face and make do with the lot doled out to her. In front of her family and others, she dutifully practiced and trained to be an upper class wife and matron. It was only before her mirror she could give voice to the sea of misery in her heart and drain pitifully little of the what was steadily drowning her.
A chance encounter with a traveling merchant under no supervision led to her acquiring a book - an ancient book, unweathered by time. Something in it felt familiar, even though she could not understand it. Buying it and hiding it away, she began a slow study and attempt at translation. Sticking with section titles first, she roughly deciphered the name of a ritual - something about 'becoming the Ideal Self'.
It sounded like a dream come true. Bloodless sunk night after night into trying to make sense of the words and diagrams, and while it was still quite incomplete, she figured she had enough of it to give it a go. She was desperate for something - anything - to give her a life not laced in misery. Putting her blood to the mirror, she began, and what emerged was her own Reflection, given shape and form. It was better, though; stronger in many of the ways she wished to be. It was something that could live the life she wished she was living.
Were Bloodless like any who had cast this ritual before, a battle to the death would have ensued, the victor left to devour the fallen and grow in power from murdering their reflection. But Bloodless was a loving soul, bereft of such ambitions, and the half of her soul split off to create Reflection made it no different. Instead of simply replacing her, it suggested they work together to remake her future. That their shared future would entangle and fork into a new direction entirely, neither could have expected.
Dynamic: Switch or None
Bloodless didn't asked to be cursed with blood magic. The universally condemned sphere of magic featured prominently in the worst myths, and a foundational tale of catastrophe for a precursor realm. Yet, when tested, she registered an overwhelming aptitude for the sphere and little to none in any other. Such a thing was so unheard of that superstitions had long faded away to legend, which was the only reason why she got to keep her life.
Of course, her family buried it. They would not suffer a terminal blow to their power and prestige from this damned fate. Bloodless was marked then as a black spot on the family, banned from learning anything more of magic, and raised to be nothing more than a pawn to marry off. The love she previously enjoyed from her parents withered, suspicion remained high of anything that might link her to practicing blood magic, and her future as a part of the family obliterated.
Bloodless did her best to endure it all, to put on a brave face and make do with the lot doled out to her. In front of her family and others, she dutifully practiced and trained to be an upper class wife and matron. It was only before her mirror she could give voice to the sea of misery in her heart and drain pitifully little of the what was steadily drowning her.
A chance encounter with a traveling merchant under no supervision led to her acquiring a book - an ancient book, unweathered by time. Something in it felt familiar, even though she could not understand it. Buying it and hiding it away, she began a slow study and attempt at translation. Sticking with section titles first, she roughly deciphered the name of a ritual - something about 'becoming the Ideal Self'.
It sounded like a dream come true. Bloodless sunk night after night into trying to make sense of the words and diagrams, and while it was still quite incomplete, she figured she had enough of it to give it a go. She was desperate for something - anything - to give her a life not laced in misery. Putting her blood to the mirror, she began, and what emerged was her own Reflection, given shape and form. It was better, though; stronger in many of the ways she wished to be. It was something that could live the life she wished she was living.
Were Bloodless like any who had cast this ritual before, a battle to the death would have ensued, the victor left to devour the fallen and grow in power from murdering their reflection. But Bloodless was a loving soul, bereft of such ambitions, and the half of her soul split off to create Reflection made it no different. Instead of simply replacing her, it suggested they work together to remake her future. That their shared future would entangle and fork into a new direction entirely, neither could have expected.
c h a r a c t e r s
Ellie/Ell
Feral Menace, Manipulator, Uppers-Chasing Depressive
Feral Menace, Manipulator, Uppers-Chasing Depressive
Setting: Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi or Modern
Dynamic: Switch or Domme/Power Bottom
One-sidedly/Mutually Toxic Relationships
Incorrigible, audacious, criminal and chaotic, Ellie gleefully carves paths through life regardless of the walls (real and imaginary) erected to keep this away from that. Growing up with parents who considered her an exploitable nuisance at best and a society who saw her as noxious trash, she learned early on not to expect anything positive from anyone. Everything sweet will likely be gone before you wake, gone of its own volition or taken by another.
The game of life has thus been snatching up every joy you can, while you can, and giving the finger to those who'd rather see you suffer in misery. Despite her chaotic lifestyle, lining up dominoes and knocking them down is where Ellie excels most, and she's too good at pulling off cons and heists to quit it.
Unfortunately, a sea of drugs and thrills doesn't kill the deathwish inside; even ruthless teasing and salacious control of others has been losing its charm. Ellie spends more nights than not wishing she won't see the next morning. Calculated recklessness and extralegal pursuits keep her tense and afraid of retribution much of the time, and in the moments when she can actually relax (see: drugs), the fatigue of it all sweeps in once the high retreats. No respite lasts long enough to matter, and she knows it's only a matter of time before she just can't anymore.
She'd never admit it, because it's easier to believe it's a malicious lie of a concept, but the only high she hasn't tried? Love. Who'd actually be fool enough to fall in love with a wild manipulator, though, let alone stick it out through all her bullshit to make her believe it?
Dynamic: Switch or Domme/Power Bottom
One-sidedly/Mutually Toxic Relationships


Incorrigible, audacious, criminal and chaotic, Ellie gleefully carves paths through life regardless of the walls (real and imaginary) erected to keep this away from that. Growing up with parents who considered her an exploitable nuisance at best and a society who saw her as noxious trash, she learned early on not to expect anything positive from anyone. Everything sweet will likely be gone before you wake, gone of its own volition or taken by another.
The game of life has thus been snatching up every joy you can, while you can, and giving the finger to those who'd rather see you suffer in misery. Despite her chaotic lifestyle, lining up dominoes and knocking them down is where Ellie excels most, and she's too good at pulling off cons and heists to quit it.
Unfortunately, a sea of drugs and thrills doesn't kill the deathwish inside; even ruthless teasing and salacious control of others has been losing its charm. Ellie spends more nights than not wishing she won't see the next morning. Calculated recklessness and extralegal pursuits keep her tense and afraid of retribution much of the time, and in the moments when she can actually relax (see: drugs), the fatigue of it all sweeps in once the high retreats. No respite lasts long enough to matter, and she knows it's only a matter of time before she just can't anymore.
She'd never admit it, because it's easier to believe it's a malicious lie of a concept, but the only high she hasn't tried? Love. Who'd actually be fool enough to fall in love with a wild manipulator, though, let alone stick it out through all her bullshit to make her believe it?
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