Blood Briar
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 1, 2025

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Hiya! I'm Briar (they/her, 30s, queer, top-leaning switch, peanut-butter lover). I started roleplaying in my tweens, have been active in TTRPGs most of my life, and have a voracious appetite for writing. RPs - collaborative storytelling - bring an especially bright, conversational energy to writing that I crave.
My priorities in roleplaying are:
- relationship dynamics
- vivid emotional experiences & arcs
- compelling stories and
- romance
I range from the adorably fluffy and wholesome to the exquisitely dark and toxic, and generally prefer a mix of them. I'm here for writing that moves me when I write it and reread it, so I aim for a complex and engaging emotional journey - but there are many ways to do that! Tragedy is optional, grimdark is never necessary, and I actually want the vast majority of my stories to have a happy ending of some sort. When the darlings suffer, they deserve some sweetness for the pain endured.
When figuring out new stories with someone, I lean toward moderate amounts of character and relationship planning, with some eye toward plot arcs and setting. I can make do with less, and definitely appreciate more. All of that said, I want to be surprised by my writing partners, and I love the improvisation that comes out of collaborative writing.
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My Posts usually run ~200~900 words, though I go much longer as warranted.
I post from Weekly to a lot in a day. I never need an RP partner to post as often or as fast as I do; I trust you to engage when you can and want to.
I will also never poke you about posting unless you explicitly ask me to do so for our RP. No pressure on partners is how I do and I expect the same in return.
I don't care about Tenses or POV, just make it legible & coherent.
Don't worry about my Timezone, mysleepeverything schedule is bananas.
I want ongoing Communication; I thrive on collaboration, and like to know what my writing partners are thinking. Chatty is more my side of that spectrum, but I've done just fine with barely any, so aim for the balance you prefer.
Relatedly, if I write something you dislike/feel doesn't fit the story, please reach out, as I am always down to edit and rewrite. Collaboration is teamwork, and I'm here to be a team player.
I am decidedly Ghost-Unfriendly, since hearing nothing is a lot more saddening than you just telling me you're no longer interested. Closure, y'know? I will tell you if I want to end an RP. That said, I will never message you asking about posting (see above re: not poking for messages) or demand an explanation if you want to stop an RP. I'll take the hint whether you say it out loud or not, and leave it at that.
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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 should have flaws, conflicting wants and needs, driving motivations and some history. I don't need (or ever write) a 12-page backstory from you, you don't need to deploy tragic trauma, and the push and pull in a character doesn't ever have to come from dangerous stakes; there are many ways to achieve this sort of character design, regardless of genre and fluff-level.
Mostly, I want to write and read characters that naturally drive story and have behaviors that feel organic to their design. I've often found that, once I really grasp a character, it's fairly intuitive for them to lead themselves through a scene just by acting and reacting out of their personality and history. It's a joy to watch it, every time.
I'm exclusively into sapphic/yuri & nonbinary match-ups, which is an inclusive yes for intersex, trans, agender, futa and similar characters. Species-wise, I'm open to nearly anything, including inventing new ones. For the range of physical characteristics involved, as long as it doesn't get into rather unrealistic body proportions, I lowkey don't care about heights, eye/hair color, cup sizes, dick lengths, and so on. I'm much more about the vibes and the dynamic.
With character art, I prefer drawn and anime style. I'm not especially judgy about AI art, but it is typically worse. Photos of real people are my least favorite; I'm not here to yuck your yum, though.
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 - they're starting points. You're also welcome to dig into the second set of story prompts below, I just keep the ones I haven't gotten to touch yet up top. -
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:
Blood PlayTeeth & Nails & Fingers, feral as can be
Breath Play
Gay Panic
Banter and FlirtingEmotional/Physical Sadism & Masochism
Scars, Marks and Bruises
Knife/weapon Play
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
As long as you've read the above and think we'd be compatible writing partners,
I am very receptive to hearing your ideas and being pitched stories.
Life is short, shoot your shot.
I am very receptive to hearing your ideas and being pitched stories.
Life is short, shoot your shot.

t h e v i b e s
s t o r i e s
c h a r a c t e r s & p a i r i n g s
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Arcs & Relationships to Pitch Me
D/s (usually play D, also love playing s)
Bratty Tops, Brat Bottoms
Hostility/Antipathy to Love
Friends/Comrades to Lovers
Broken People Healing Each Other
Roller Coasters of Feels
Hopelessness to Hope
Mutual & Wholesome Obsession
Femcel x anything
Favorite Settings/Genres
Cyberpunk/Biopunk
Sci-Fi (Hard, Soft, Opera, Fantasy, Near)
Magepunk
Urban Fantasy/Gothic Punk
Dieselpunk, Solar/Lunar/Tidalpunk
Post-Post-Apocalyptic
I'll still do contemporary
Those Few Fandoms I'll Play OCs In
Fallen London
Cyberpunk 2077
Star Wars -
Your Clementine Fields
Spiraling Obsession, Toxic Love, Edge Play
Setting: -punk, Sci-Fi, or Dark Fantasy
Dynamic: D/s
Soulmates are supposed to fill each other's lives with ineffable connection, writing love stories that swoon across the ages -- not burn down everything in their path.
Once Moth met Flame, it was over. They were hooked immediately and knew the other was the dancer they yearned for. The only question was what it would cost them.
Flame and Moth hold equally unhinged desires in the pursuit of exquisite anguish, thrilling abandon and bloody devotion. Neither has found a heart before so willing to push them to the limits of passion and pain, while still wrapping trust around their fingers.
As such things go, yearning outstrips capacity. They have lives; they have careers; they have relationships. And none of them can remain so important in the face of their fire. Dates turn into days. Dares turn into crimes. The need to illustrate devotion devours propriety and shames restraint. Their creativity is lightning and no bottle can contain it.
Yet never-ending escalation burns eventually itself against the sun. The question is not what they will ruin and unleash on their way up there, but whether they can stabilize before diving into mutual annihilation.
The Bite That Binds
Courtship Dance, Supernatural Predator, Edge Play
Setting: Modern Supernatural, Alt History Supernatural or Dark 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.
Lit by Shadows
Vampire & Witch, Mutual Blooming, Forbidden Relationship
Setting: Dark Fantasy
Dynamic: D/s at a slow burn
Role: Unlike most of my prompts and pairings, I specifically only want to play the Witch
Pushed back by a civilization bent on claiming everything wild, the witches retreated further and further into the thinning forests. Most of them continued their traditions nevertheless, reveling in the untamed wilds and the old ways. Until, in wicked righteousness, the fires of Inquisition came.
Witch was one of the few to escape the death of her family, her bloodline and coven. Trekking across civilized lands was an unpleasant experience, but one she adapted to, ever on the run lest she be found. By chance, she was offered a servant position at a distant and remote estate in the misty highlands. A more perfect place to hide in plain sight could scarce be found.
The estate, of course, was ruled by a vampire Countess. Enjoying a unique relationship with mortal royalty and nobility, as they are able to offer esoteric services and extend the lifespans of mortals, vampires were a reclusive yet powerful presence behind the scenes. While they weren't unknown to the Inquisition, the favor they held shielded them from most hunts and recriminations.
The Countess enjoys her seclusion, finding most politics, vampiric and mortal, tiring. She enjoys playing with the occasional human, but has been on the downward slide into ennui for some time now. Little has sparked true interest for her in the past couple centuries. With one of her latest servants having accidentally gotten herself eaten in the dungeon (truly a waste of blood), the Witch replaces her - and the Countess can smell the magic on her.
Though the Witch just wants to be left alone to breathe in peace, the Countess finds her mystery and defiance compelling and toys with her in conversation and closeness. Having little idea of what a vampire even is from her upbringing, the Witch initially believes the Countess is just enjoying harassing the newest face on the estate. Their dance of careful truths, subtle deceits, and a push and pull of dominance and resistance inspires new desires for life in each of them.
But the union of vampires and witches has long been forbidden for cause. A witch's blood offers unspeakable alterations to a vampire's reality, the two working in tandem can perform unnatural and arcane rites, and a witch turned into a vampire breaks certain connections while opening new ones. The last such pairing ended in the ruthless execution of an entire bloodline of vampires.
Yet when faced with the irresistible lure of a Witch who makes her enjoy her unlife again, what other fate could the Countess choose?
The Only Reflection That Matters
Allies to Lovers, Wholesome Romance, Blood Magic
Setting: Fantasy or Magepunk
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 at all.
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 close knit part of the family was obliterated. Even her younger sister in time grew distant, cutting her off from the last vestige of love in her life.
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 pain which slowly drowned 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 eventually 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.
What You Understand
Corruption, Psychopathy, Cult
Setting: Sci-Fi or Modern
Dynamic: D/s
Catching the Leader is supposed to be the end. Put them on trial, do a little show for the media, then 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.
Except 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 (a newer psychiatrist, a special agent, a journalist, etc). 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.
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Aoife/Aoibhe
Bleeding Heart, Insatiable Curiosity, Willful, Prone to Love
Setting: Fallen London, AnyPunk, or Sci-Fi
Dynamic: None, Bottom or Submissive
Aoife wasn't born to a silver spoon. Even after being adopted to a family of some means, she was taught that privilege must be earned - a lie that only became clearer and clearer as she grew up. Meant for a future as a beautiful pawn, Aoife's insatiable drive for new knowledge and experiences taught her far more of the world than she was meant to learn. Little was without merit in hearing more about, and the more she discovered, the more she sought.
As it was with the world, so too was that true with its inhabitants. Every person held wounds and worries, and each heart was its own puzzle. Though she did not invite cruelty to linger in her life, there were few other lines she would draw between herself and others. In its way, learning was loving, and as she pursued the former, she grew the latter.
Eventually, the suspension of certain pressures gave way. Her destiny as a pawn for marriage awaited. So, she left. Family, friends, connections, wealth - none of it mattered more than the freedom to choose her own future and add some warmth and brightness to societies shadowed in injustice. Though she's no fool to the ways of wealth and its absence, principles matter more to her than comfort and security.
There's so much more to the world to learn and love, and so much life yet to live~
Ellie/Ell
Manipulator, Punk, 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, leaving 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?
~ p a i r i n g s , c r a v e d ~
One Mess to Another
Gay Disasters, Toxic to Wholesome, Broken Healing Broken
A Deal Rued
Magical Girl vs Villain Girl, Secret Identities, Unwanted Battles
The Unspoken Truth
Sisters, Us vs the World, Secret Love
Love, Uncomplicated
Sweet Sapphic Witchy Fluff
Yours, All Yours, Always Yours
D/s, Consuming Love & Obsession
An Ineffable Contagion
Psychopath/Serial Killer with Unsuspecting Acolyte/Lover, Identity Corruption
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