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Blood Briar
Meteorite
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Hiya! I'm Briar (they/her, 30s), the Blood part is optional. ^^ I've only 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. There's a lot I'm into, and I've been involved in some very dark writing at times, but if it isn't serving interesting story and engaging characters, I'm not going to be motivated to write it.
So if you're seeking quick and easy smutty fun, I'm not the partner for you~ -
My Posts run ~300~1000 words, longer/shorter as warranted.
I post from Weekly to a lot in a day.
I don't care about Tenses, just make it legible & coherent.
Don't worry about my Timezone, my sleep schedule is bananas.
I prefer at least a little ongoing Communication, I thrive on collaboration and like to know what my writing partners are thinking.
PMs, Forums, or Discord work for me. -
I almost exclusively write original content, and when I do step into a fandom, I want to do it with OCs. I'd much rather brainstorm original setting and characters with you than tell the 100,000th story about a fandom's favorite characters. The lack of precedent means anything can be on the table, and the vibes are custom-built to suit the story and writers. ^^
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. I am all about the struggle toward happiness and love, and like making it difficult for my darlings.
Gender/species matters less to me than matches, and genitalia doesn't matter at all, so it's easy for me to play & play with intersex, trans, agender, non-binary, etc etc / supernatural, anthro, slimegirl, alien, etc etc characters. The social pressures of a forbidden relationship or class struggles of different species stir up far more creativity in me than any physical configurations involved.
For almost all of my story ideas, I'm up for playing either character, and yes, I very much want to flesh them out further with you before starting. -
For kink and power exchange, I want it to work with the concept & characters. My personal range is fairly large, and I can write/roleplay within an even larger range, 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 your fetish - just as long as it's a compatible element and not the central focus of everything.
But here are some of my favorite kinks, since people keep asking:
Blood Play
Knife/weapon Play
Teeth & Nails & Fingers, feral as can be
Breath Play
Scars, Marks and Bruises
Emotional/Physical Sadism & Masochism
Before I get to my story ideas, I want to explicitly say that,
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.
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.
Life is short, shoot your shot.
s t o r i e s
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 Taste of Love
Revenge Quest, Demonic Pact, Dark Acts, Antipathy to Love
Setting: Alt History Supernatural or Fantasy
Dynamic: Probably either switches or Witch/demon D/s
(because it's hilarious and wonderful), but am flexible
Living as an orphan was a predictably wretched existence for her, bereft of warmth and joy. That all changed when she was taken in by a family of herbalists. Life became pleasant toil instead of risky crime and humiliating begging, and she slowly warmed up to the family that loved and accepted her as one of their own.
All of that ended after the Heresy Proclamations. 'Pagan witches using the devil's powers' were tortured and given to the flame, and it wasn't hard to be condemned into this grouping. Her family's well-respected skill in banishing sickness earned them a place on the pyre, her two adoptive siblings dying first to their barbaric methods of interrogation. In truth, she shouldn't have escaped notice - she was born and raised an actual Witch before her mothers were executed for their identities. The grief in her was quickly overshadowed by a hatred for the people and kingdom that had murdered her family twice and committed unforgivable injustices.
Returning to where the ashes of her old life were buried, she claimed the magical knowledge left by her ancestors. Obtaining allies would overwhelmingly help her position, but she didn't want anyone else to suffer for association with her - so, the Witch opted for something less mortal. The Witch summoned a Demon.
Outlooks vary among demons toward humanity, yet they are always seen as a source of sustenance. Demons feed off of the emotions of mortals, and the more intense, the better. Dead mortal souls aren't as exquisite as living ones, but they do well enough in the hells tormenting such souls to wring out agony and despair.
Between their food, their society, and their environs, politics are one of the few major preoccupations of hellish life. Greater power directly translates to more food, more security, and less work. So it was that the Demon was in the midst of orchestrating a coup when they vanish from the hells to find themselves bound in a summoning circle. The Demon understandably resents the Witch for ruining their coup (and incurring dire punishment when they do return to the hells), and, besides, does not view humanity with anything resembling amicability. The Witch remains patient in their aims, however, and with no comfortable home to return to for the indefinite future, the Demon eventually accepts a pact: they will aid the Witch in their quest for vengeance.
In the journey that follows, the Witch comes to trust and rely on the Demon contrary to any expectation, and learn of the misery of demonic society, while the Demon is treated with empathy for the first time in their existence, and experiences the intoxicating emotional dishes of a mortal with a singular intensity, learning one of the greatest lies of demonic society: joy and love taste infinitely better than pain and hatred.
Dynamic: Probably either switches or Witch/demon D/s
(because it's hilarious and wonderful), but am flexible
Living as an orphan was a predictably wretched existence for her, bereft of warmth and joy. That all changed when she was taken in by a family of herbalists. Life became pleasant toil instead of risky crime and humiliating begging, and she slowly warmed up to the family that loved and accepted her as one of their own.
All of that ended after the Heresy Proclamations. 'Pagan witches using the devil's powers' were tortured and given to the flame, and it wasn't hard to be condemned into this grouping. Her family's well-respected skill in banishing sickness earned them a place on the pyre, her two adoptive siblings dying first to their barbaric methods of interrogation. In truth, she shouldn't have escaped notice - she was born and raised an actual Witch before her mothers were executed for their identities. The grief in her was quickly overshadowed by a hatred for the people and kingdom that had murdered her family twice and committed unforgivable injustices.
Returning to where the ashes of her old life were buried, she claimed the magical knowledge left by her ancestors. Obtaining allies would overwhelmingly help her position, but she didn't want anyone else to suffer for association with her - so, the Witch opted for something less mortal. The Witch summoned a Demon.
Outlooks vary among demons toward humanity, yet they are always seen as a source of sustenance. Demons feed off of the emotions of mortals, and the more intense, the better. Dead mortal souls aren't as exquisite as living ones, but they do well enough in the hells tormenting such souls to wring out agony and despair.
Between their food, their society, and their environs, politics are one of the few major preoccupations of hellish life. Greater power directly translates to more food, more security, and less work. So it was that the Demon was in the midst of orchestrating a coup when they vanish from the hells to find themselves bound in a summoning circle. The Demon understandably resents the Witch for ruining their coup (and incurring dire punishment when they do return to the hells), and, besides, does not view humanity with anything resembling amicability. The Witch remains patient in their aims, however, and with no comfortable home to return to for the indefinite future, the Demon eventually accepts a pact: they will aid the Witch in their quest for vengeance.
In the journey that follows, the Witch comes to trust and rely on the Demon contrary to any expectation, and learn of the misery of demonic society, while the Demon is treated with empathy for the first time in their existence, and experiences the intoxicating emotional dishes of a mortal with a singular intensity, learning one of the greatest lies of demonic society: joy and love taste infinitely better than pain and hatred.
It Cannot End Like This
Ghoulification, Poverty & Marginalization, Dark Acts, Necromancy
Setting: Fantasy or Magepunk
Dynamic: Can see either being more top/dominant, and both are interesting to me,
but no dynamic is necessary
Little makes you lower in the realms' society than working with the dead, and necromancers make it their life. It doesn't matter that they can reconstruct and reattach your limb. You wouldn't want to be caught getting services from a necromancer when clean, respectable healers can you help at temples. There's a thin silver lining in that, though: when no one wants to look at you, you have a certain freedom to live your life as you please.
It's never been easy for these childhood friends, but they've always had each other. In work, in play, in trouble and success, they've been the only respite and aid they can truly count on for one another. With parents dead to plague or snared up in addictions, and a society that despised them well before they even started in dark magics, they've carved their own way to a semblance of a precarious yet happy life.
But then their partner got infected. They wanted to surprise their best friend with a special commission, and get them a gift they'd wanted for years. Instead, they stumbled in, half turned into a ghoul and getting worse by the hour. Most would have abandoned or mercy killed them there, yet unbeknownst to their partner, they'd been trying to find the words to tell them their true feelings. This... changed many things. But it didn't change their love or their loyalty. They would never abandon them.
Even if they now hungered for their flesh.
Dynamic: Can see either being more top/dominant, and both are interesting to me,
but no dynamic is necessary
Little makes you lower in the realms' society than working with the dead, and necromancers make it their life. It doesn't matter that they can reconstruct and reattach your limb. You wouldn't want to be caught getting services from a necromancer when clean, respectable healers can you help at temples. There's a thin silver lining in that, though: when no one wants to look at you, you have a certain freedom to live your life as you please.
It's never been easy for these childhood friends, but they've always had each other. In work, in play, in trouble and success, they've been the only respite and aid they can truly count on for one another. With parents dead to plague or snared up in addictions, and a society that despised them well before they even started in dark magics, they've carved their own way to a semblance of a precarious yet happy life.
But then their partner got infected. They wanted to surprise their best friend with a special commission, and get them a gift they'd wanted for years. Instead, they stumbled in, half turned into a ghoul and getting worse by the hour. Most would have abandoned or mercy killed them there, yet unbeknownst to their partner, they'd been trying to find the words to tell them their true feelings. This... changed many things. But it didn't change their love or their loyalty. They would never abandon them.
Even if they now hungered for their flesh.
A Bloom Slowly Unfurling
Deeply Wholesome, Patient Kink, Dialogue Heavy; Slice of Life (optional)
Setting: Modern, Cyberpunk or Fantasy
Dynamic: Clear D/s dynamic here, but the content can skew between mild kink to edge play kink,
and there's a possibility of an eventual switch dynamic as well
Character: Unlike most of my prompts, I only want to play the shyly bottoming character of these two
It wasn't like they didn't know each other. They played in some of they same circles, enjoyed some of each other's company, and respected each other's work. Their kinship as fellow tops wasn't that intimate, but it was established; they were more like fellow enthusiasts than flirtatious friends.
One of them had been losing the pulse of desire, though. The spark in topping wasn't scratching the itches like it used to, and the care, energy and planning that went into it felt more like a burden than an exciting endeavor. They could try to explain it away with a variety of reasons, yet none of it quite resonated.
The deeper truth behind the control fatigue was a yearning for trust, vulnerability, and... bottoming. See, their introduction to bottoming was laden with trauma, and that door was quickly closed and locked tight. Yearning brewed beneath everything, though, and eventually the cry of it pushed its way toward the surface.
A fateful night spent talking more than usual breaks the dam, and the desire rises with a fierce intensity. But this sort of thing was fraught with fear, uncertainty, and pain. One doesn't just... ask for something like this, up front, after locking it away for so long. Something about their interactions, how they handled themselves, it just put them at ease. If it was at all possible to push past their skittishness, this was the person; this was the chance.
How long would it take for them to work up the courage, though? How would this friend see them if they opened up this side to them? Would they even be interested in an inexperienced bottom who needed lots of patience and trust?
Eventually, they couldn't help themselves: they had to ask. What followed was a journey of romance and kink that they never dared hope for in this lifetime.
Dynamic: Clear D/s dynamic here, but the content can skew between mild kink to edge play kink,
and there's a possibility of an eventual switch dynamic as well
Character: Unlike most of my prompts, I only want to play the shyly bottoming character of these two
It wasn't like they didn't know each other. They played in some of they same circles, enjoyed some of each other's company, and respected each other's work. Their kinship as fellow tops wasn't that intimate, but it was established; they were more like fellow enthusiasts than flirtatious friends.
One of them had been losing the pulse of desire, though. The spark in topping wasn't scratching the itches like it used to, and the care, energy and planning that went into it felt more like a burden than an exciting endeavor. They could try to explain it away with a variety of reasons, yet none of it quite resonated.
The deeper truth behind the control fatigue was a yearning for trust, vulnerability, and... bottoming. See, their introduction to bottoming was laden with trauma, and that door was quickly closed and locked tight. Yearning brewed beneath everything, though, and eventually the cry of it pushed its way toward the surface.
A fateful night spent talking more than usual breaks the dam, and the desire rises with a fierce intensity. But this sort of thing was fraught with fear, uncertainty, and pain. One doesn't just... ask for something like this, up front, after locking it away for so long. Something about their interactions, how they handled themselves, it just put them at ease. If it was at all possible to push past their skittishness, this was the person; this was the chance.
How long would it take for them to work up the courage, though? How would this friend see them if they opened up this side to them? Would they even be interested in an inexperienced bottom who needed lots of patience and trust?
Eventually, they couldn't help themselves: they had to ask. What followed was a journey of romance and kink that they never dared hope for in this lifetime.
It Could Be No Other
Fraternal Twins, High Society, Secret Love, Necromancy
Setting: Fantasy or Magepunk, Victorian-esque
Dynamic: Possibly mutual switches; am pretty open for this one
It wasn't intentional. One does not mean to fall in love with their sibling; even the royals try to keep it to cousins. And yet, who else could be so perfect? Growing up together with distant and demanding parents, the twins kept each other's confidences. Following in the family footsteps of aiming for prestige in magic, they were both the strongest competition and the fiercest supporters of one another. In speech, in art, in dance, in craft - well, with a twin so perfect, how could they not love them?
But to admit that out loud... They tried to disabuse their heart of its notions. To separate affection and familial love from infatuation - no, that was too impotent a word for their feelings. No matter how hard they tried, it stung as the burning obsession of romantic love. And the more they tried to smother the feelings, the more their need grew.
Of course, time was not their friend. The twins were both adults, and despite their collegiate studies, the pressure to marry off and bring further power and prestige to their family was building. It would increase exponentially when they graduated. And atop all that, even if their twin shared their passions, the scandal would be tremendous. Surely their parents would disown or banish them if they found out. Thus was the struggle twofold: win the heart of their twin and chart a future where they could be together. All while their parents and society endeavored to push them into different paths they resented.
There was no other option, though. They could love no other the way they yearned for their sibling.
Dynamic: Possibly mutual switches; am pretty open for this one
It wasn't intentional. One does not mean to fall in love with their sibling; even the royals try to keep it to cousins. And yet, who else could be so perfect? Growing up together with distant and demanding parents, the twins kept each other's confidences. Following in the family footsteps of aiming for prestige in magic, they were both the strongest competition and the fiercest supporters of one another. In speech, in art, in dance, in craft - well, with a twin so perfect, how could they not love them?
But to admit that out loud... They tried to disabuse their heart of its notions. To separate affection and familial love from infatuation - no, that was too impotent a word for their feelings. No matter how hard they tried, it stung as the burning obsession of romantic love. And the more they tried to smother the feelings, the more their need grew.
Of course, time was not their friend. The twins were both adults, and despite their collegiate studies, the pressure to marry off and bring further power and prestige to their family was building. It would increase exponentially when they graduated. And atop all that, even if their twin shared their passions, the scandal would be tremendous. Surely their parents would disown or banish them if they found out. Thus was the struggle twofold: win the heart of their twin and chart a future where they could be together. All while their parents and society endeavored to push them into different paths they resented.
There was no other option, though. They could love no other the way they yearned for their sibling.
The Suicide Café
Surprisingly Wholesome, Doomed Romance, Mental Illness; Terminal Illness/Suicide Pact (optional)
Setting: Modern or Cyberpunk
Dynamic: Very much open
Plot Arc: Unlike most of my prompts, I am 100% on board with this ending in utter tragedy;
that said, I'm also up for having a happy twist ending
It's hard to talk to friends and family about suicide. They get upset, they make it about themselves, they argue with you about it - really, they just don't get it. The grey area between choosing life and death where many find themselves mired is a difficult place to see without being in it yourself. Sometimes you're tired of talking about trying to get better, too. And, well, there's a certain peace to be found in accepting that sort of fate.
So it was that The Suicide Café was started. An informal, biweekly meetup at a semi-popular café on Wednesdays, advertised fairly subtly to avoid protest or outreach. All you had to do was show up wearing a safety pin to flag your participation. This was a place and time for the terminally depressed and despairing to meet up and hang out with people who get it. No awkward reveals of mental health issues, no bottling up all of that misery. No judgment. Here, you could commiserate and laugh together about all of the awful without risking anything.
And with nothing to risk, many of the attendants who might have otherwise struggled with socializing found it easy to talk about anything and everything. More than a few close relationships developed.
So it went with Doomed and Cursed. Doomed had no prospects, little in the way of family and friends, and no hope for real, enduring change from their condition. Cursed suffered an unending string of bad fortune, always putting them back several steps any time they made any headway.
Outside the café, they probably would have never been in a space to talk to each other. In the café, they began a relationship that could spiral wide open into whatever hopes and dreams they could fulfill for one another. After all, they had nothing to lose.
Dynamic: Very much open
Plot Arc: Unlike most of my prompts, I am 100% on board with this ending in utter tragedy;
that said, I'm also up for having a happy twist ending
It's hard to talk to friends and family about suicide. They get upset, they make it about themselves, they argue with you about it - really, they just don't get it. The grey area between choosing life and death where many find themselves mired is a difficult place to see without being in it yourself. Sometimes you're tired of talking about trying to get better, too. And, well, there's a certain peace to be found in accepting that sort of fate.
So it was that The Suicide Café was started. An informal, biweekly meetup at a semi-popular café on Wednesdays, advertised fairly subtly to avoid protest or outreach. All you had to do was show up wearing a safety pin to flag your participation. This was a place and time for the terminally depressed and despairing to meet up and hang out with people who get it. No awkward reveals of mental health issues, no bottling up all of that misery. No judgment. Here, you could commiserate and laugh together about all of the awful without risking anything.
And with nothing to risk, many of the attendants who might have otherwise struggled with socializing found it easy to talk about anything and everything. More than a few close relationships developed.
So it went with Doomed and Cursed. Doomed had no prospects, little in the way of family and friends, and no hope for real, enduring change from their condition. Cursed suffered an unending string of bad fortune, always putting them back several steps any time they made any headway.
Outside the café, they probably would have never been in a space to talk to each other. In the café, they began a relationship that could spiral wide open into whatever hopes and dreams they could fulfill for one another. After all, they had nothing to lose.
Song Prompt: I Want Your Polluted Marrow
Dynamic: D/s
Unlike everything else, this is just a song. A song I'm lowkey obsessed with. A song that describes feelings that I very, very much want to see play out in an RP. Pitch me a fabulous story idea for itor just cogently match it with one of the above story prompts and I'll adore you.
Flower Face - Spiracle
Unlike everything else, this is just a song. A song I'm lowkey obsessed with. A song that describes feelings that I very, very much want to see play out in an RP. Pitch me a fabulous story idea for it
Flower Face - Spiracle
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