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Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2015
Hiiii BMR! Let's get the simple stuff out of the way first: literate smut-oriented (but still character-driven) female roleplayer seeks dominant male roleplayer for a good time. I know, I'm truly a unique and special snowflake. I play via PMs and I want everyone to have a good time. I primarily play third person paragraph, but I do love first person as well, so feel free to ask for what you're most comfortable with.
Why Celebrities?
What is it about celeb-play that appeals to me? Hell, what is it that appeals to you? Tons of answers, but here's mine: It's about the fame. The parasocial nature of it, the obsession with it both on the inside and the outside. Thinking or knowing that someone is "special" because they're famous, even when you don't know them at all really. Sometimes people will approach me with an idea or scene where their character doesn't really know that much about or care that much about my character being a famous celebrity and I'm going to be honest fam, that flies right off of what appeals to me about celebrity scenes in the first place. It's not just that they're designed and pampered and personal trained to look hot as heck, it's also that they're supposed to be some kind of unobtainable Super Person despite just being, well, people. Your character wanting my character because they have some preconceived notion and desire about them is a big part of things. I also do my best to pluck little aspects from biographies, interviews, general vibes to play my characters to the best of my ability to represent who that celebrity "should" be in play; that's my own parasocial hangup, you know? But I try my best to nail the celebrities that you want to nail. This is why I might pooh-pooh some suggestions on who to play even if they're a hot lady, because I wouldn't have the first idea of how to play them in a way that makes sense. Makes sense?
Why such strange plots?
Because that's the other half of things for me. It's taking that attempt at real verisimilitude and putting it into an off-kilter and unreal situation. I don't go for most slice of life, meeting a fan, kidnapping from an expo type stuff so much as I go for .. well, the stuff below. I like the real clashing with the unreal, with the limits of something like fame brushing up against the metaphorical and real end of the world or sea changes in society; how much does fame cushion you against the worst coming to worst, and how much does it hurt you when you can't be anonymous through it all?
Don't you play an awful lot of conventionally attractive white ladies?
a.) blame Hollywood b.) write what you know.
#1.) Fallen Stars
Hollywood isn't that much different than the one we know and love. Celebrity is still manufactured and celebrated. There's just one difference: studios, agents, and producers now have an incredible amount of legal agency over their clients. What this has lead to is a world where a starlet who is no longer bringing in the big dollars or has had her hit money-train TV show abruptly cancelled can now be liquidated by her handlers.
That's right, no more bank account, no more fancy house, no more trips to Rodeo drive for a shopping spree.
It would almost be cruel to send a formerly famous girl out into the world from riches to rags, but luckily, the actress herself is an important part of the studio's recoupment plan. The star will still get to a good home, it's just going to have to be on her knees when the studio sells her to the highest bidder, lock, stock and barrel.
Perhaps an agent orchestrated her downfall so he could buy her himself, a fan with a lot of money happened to outspend everyone, or a costar or fellow actor decided that he wanted to pay for her talents to be put to better use. Whoever ends up owning the former star is going to get his hand on a woman who was once at the top of the world and is going to have a rough adjustment period, but well .. maybe she should have read the fine print in her contract.
#2.) It's the end of the world as we know it ..
Where were you when the bombs fell? When the world turned to ash and dust? If you're like most of the rest of the population on Earth, you were right in the center of the blasts and wiped off the face of the planet. But a select few have survived in a brutal, tribal new world, a world full of cannibals, rapists, mutants, and ne'erdowells. It's not a very nice place to exist for anyone at all, even those at the top of their makeshift world.
Yet it's even worse for the pretty girls who have managed to eke out an existence in the new desert hellhole that exists after World War III, and perhaps for none more so than those who were used to the finest comforts in life. Once upon a time they might have been the stars of the silver screen, but now they're the jewels of the post-apocalypse, the treasures that every man and chieftain dreams of having as the crown jewel of his empire. And even those who might be sympathetic to their plight will still be expecting some payment for a drink of water or a hot meal.
It's Mad Max and Robert E. Howard meets Celebrity smut, A Boy and His Dog or Fallout with a former starlet in chains. It's a bit of a stretch, but I think it would be an awful lot of fun .. and the perfect canvas for anyone who wants to let their dark side loose.
#3.) The Collector
Maybe it was a particular series, or a particular fandom, but he had always been obsessed. And not just with one small corner or aspect, but the whole. He had to have it all. All of the merchandise, all the limited drops, all the variants and the foreign releases, everything. He was the kind of guy who didn't have a whole lot else going on socially, so he turned inward to his fandom; his social life lived on forums and chat rooms, and his hobbies included pretty much anything that didn't involve going out into the real world. It wasn't that he was maladjusted per se, but maybe it really was better to just be the king of his own little slice of the world rather than slot into society's expectations? It was for the best. If he had gotten a job in the corporate rat race and punched a nine to five, settling down with a five out of ten and grinding himself into nothing over decades of personal unfulfillment, he would have been nothing at all. Instead, he was something now. And all because he had made it, or found it, or been gifted it by some divine alien passerby.
A shriiiiiiink ray.
It was exactly what he needed to truly be, well, a God on Earth, at least to those who he decided ought to worship him. It was exactly what he needed to finally add the perfect piece to his collection which had been static and nearly complete for so long. It was his ticket to bragging that when it came to Hot Toys, no one could lay claim that he didn't have the most exclusive one yet. His very own, living, breathing sixth-scale actress. And if she didn't want to spend the rest of her life Mint in Box, all she had to do was be the most perfect doll she could be.
#4.) Celebripunk 2077
She had been popular enough. You had to be to achieve a certain level of fame after all, a level where even those who had only tangentially heard about you were stunned by the sudden news of your tragic death. The only thing was, she didn’t remember dying at all. She blessedly hadn’t been around for the legal battles, the billionaire with a hard on and a dream, the grotesque alterations of laws and likenesses. She only remembered waking up after a very long sleep, the stiffness in her joints a result of the servos and motors operating from factory newness into something resembling life underneath plasticine flesh almost indiscernible from the real thing. She was not yet aware that her face graced countless advertisements, that she gave appearances both public and private, custom holograms altering her speech and her appearance and what she had for breakfast each morning. She did not know that she was a copy of a copy of a copy into perpetuity, transformed from a mild popularity into an Angel on earth, the most popular actress and singer alive precisely because she wasn’t and because a corporation owned everything from her tits to her toes. She didn’t know she was the first, or that there were other companies who had attempted to follow suit. She didn’t know whether or not her sentience and lack of realization that she wasn’t “real” was a bug unique to her, or a problem that had to be hammered out of every single gynoid that bore her face and her personality matrix. All she knew was that she was exceptionally well rested — and not even remotely rested enough for the neon landscape that greeted her on her first glimpse outside the window.
#5.) Tinseltown Cattle Call
America’s beef dependency had finally crossed one too many lines; disease and genetic modification made uncomfortable bedfellows, and within a single generation the idea of a bowl of cereal with a cold pour of rich creamy milk was going to be a thing of the past. Ice cream? Not a chance. But what if superscience and a lack of morals and ethics has an answer that might keep the beloved dairy industry alive and thriving after all? What if in the same trials that had doomed the bovine bloodline they managed to come up with treatments that could pass along certain other traits to specific genetically compatible animals that could well revolutionize where Johnny Midwest got his heavy cream from? What if, by some combination of luck, science, and ridiculous porno logic the single best candidate for saving the cattle industry was the collective commonly treated like cattle by most of the people in power anyway? You know: human women? Even in the most nightmarish dystopia, convincing most everyone to switch to an industry where actual women replaced dairy cows would be a tall glass of milk to ask for, but one didn’t reach a dystopia through superscience alone. You needed (sometimes literal) branding. You needed marketing. You needed the new face of a new industry. And maybe they had just the star to be tricked, cajoled, coerced, or convinced that she would soon be as famous as Borden’s Elsie and do a lot of good for the world in the process?
My kink highway:
Green Light, GO for it
Blowjobs * Pet Play * Pregnancy * Forced Nudity * Slave Training * Submission * Public Scenes * Public Plight (Everyone knows what became of her, after all) * Vaginal Intercourse * Rough, Hard Sex * Hair Tugging * Spankings * A Little Tenderness * Well Built Men * Light Bondage * Behavioral Control * Emotional Control * Interracial * Tattooing / Branding
Yellow Light, SLOW down
Anal Sex * Excessive Cum (External) * Average Looking Men * Incest * Heavy Bondage * Mind Control * Watersports * Excessive Facials * Gags * Body Modification * Death * Bestiality
Red Light, STOP right there
Anal Penetration or Play Outside Of Standard Intercourse * Foot Fetishism * Tickle Fetishism * Gore * Scat * Dominant Female * Excessive Cum Play * Outright Rape * Latex Anything * Brothel / Prostitution * Drug Play
For the finale, this is far from an all-inclusive list of who I'll play, but expect it to be changed and updated, and feel free to make requests with the knowledge that I reserve the right to turn down anyone I don't feel like playing as or don't know well enough to capture a fascimile of their voice. Those in bold will be current particular favorites to do stuff with but are not my only-wills. Without further ado and in no particular order~
The Girls (All links safe for work, if your work is fine with you looking at pretty ladies on company time right under the part where I tell you to facefuck them)
Katy Perry * Alison Brie * Anna Kendrick * Sophie Turner * Maisie Williams * Taylor Swift * Emma Stone * Natalie Portman * Hayley Atwell * Kat Dennings * Scarlett Johansson * Natalie Dormer * Zooey Deschanel * Anne Hathaway * Aubrey Plaza * Selena Gomez * Olivia Wilde * Amanda Seyfried * Christina Hendricks * Jennifer Connelly * Jaimie Alexander * Chloe Bennet * Deborah Ann Woll * Karen Gillan * Alexandra Daddario * Daisy Ridley * Krysten Ritter * Anya Taylor-Joy * Ariana Grande * Dove Cameron * Zendaya * Emilia Clarke * Gal Gadot * Margot Robbie * Elizabeth Olsen * Camila Mendes * Madelaine Petsch * Jenna Ortega * Natalia Dyer * Tessa Thompson * Amber Heard * Jenna Coleman * Brie Larson * Kiernan Shipka * Billie Eilish * Cara Delevingne * Olivia Rodrigo * Jodie Comer * Hailee Steinfeld * Sydney Sweeney * Karen Fukuhara * Erin Moriarty * Sophie Thatcher * Sabrina Carpenter * Ella Purnell * Kathryn Newton
As a final reminder, PMs preferred, and by all means, write dirty with me, but remember the word write is very important.
Why Celebrities?
What is it about celeb-play that appeals to me? Hell, what is it that appeals to you? Tons of answers, but here's mine: It's about the fame. The parasocial nature of it, the obsession with it both on the inside and the outside. Thinking or knowing that someone is "special" because they're famous, even when you don't know them at all really. Sometimes people will approach me with an idea or scene where their character doesn't really know that much about or care that much about my character being a famous celebrity and I'm going to be honest fam, that flies right off of what appeals to me about celebrity scenes in the first place. It's not just that they're designed and pampered and personal trained to look hot as heck, it's also that they're supposed to be some kind of unobtainable Super Person despite just being, well, people. Your character wanting my character because they have some preconceived notion and desire about them is a big part of things. I also do my best to pluck little aspects from biographies, interviews, general vibes to play my characters to the best of my ability to represent who that celebrity "should" be in play; that's my own parasocial hangup, you know? But I try my best to nail the celebrities that you want to nail. This is why I might pooh-pooh some suggestions on who to play even if they're a hot lady, because I wouldn't have the first idea of how to play them in a way that makes sense. Makes sense?
Why such strange plots?
Because that's the other half of things for me. It's taking that attempt at real verisimilitude and putting it into an off-kilter and unreal situation. I don't go for most slice of life, meeting a fan, kidnapping from an expo type stuff so much as I go for .. well, the stuff below. I like the real clashing with the unreal, with the limits of something like fame brushing up against the metaphorical and real end of the world or sea changes in society; how much does fame cushion you against the worst coming to worst, and how much does it hurt you when you can't be anonymous through it all?
Don't you play an awful lot of conventionally attractive white ladies?
a.) blame Hollywood b.) write what you know.
#1.) Fallen Stars
Hollywood isn't that much different than the one we know and love. Celebrity is still manufactured and celebrated. There's just one difference: studios, agents, and producers now have an incredible amount of legal agency over their clients. What this has lead to is a world where a starlet who is no longer bringing in the big dollars or has had her hit money-train TV show abruptly cancelled can now be liquidated by her handlers.
That's right, no more bank account, no more fancy house, no more trips to Rodeo drive for a shopping spree.
It would almost be cruel to send a formerly famous girl out into the world from riches to rags, but luckily, the actress herself is an important part of the studio's recoupment plan. The star will still get to a good home, it's just going to have to be on her knees when the studio sells her to the highest bidder, lock, stock and barrel.
Perhaps an agent orchestrated her downfall so he could buy her himself, a fan with a lot of money happened to outspend everyone, or a costar or fellow actor decided that he wanted to pay for her talents to be put to better use. Whoever ends up owning the former star is going to get his hand on a woman who was once at the top of the world and is going to have a rough adjustment period, but well .. maybe she should have read the fine print in her contract.
#2.) It's the end of the world as we know it ..
Where were you when the bombs fell? When the world turned to ash and dust? If you're like most of the rest of the population on Earth, you were right in the center of the blasts and wiped off the face of the planet. But a select few have survived in a brutal, tribal new world, a world full of cannibals, rapists, mutants, and ne'erdowells. It's not a very nice place to exist for anyone at all, even those at the top of their makeshift world.
Yet it's even worse for the pretty girls who have managed to eke out an existence in the new desert hellhole that exists after World War III, and perhaps for none more so than those who were used to the finest comforts in life. Once upon a time they might have been the stars of the silver screen, but now they're the jewels of the post-apocalypse, the treasures that every man and chieftain dreams of having as the crown jewel of his empire. And even those who might be sympathetic to their plight will still be expecting some payment for a drink of water or a hot meal.
It's Mad Max and Robert E. Howard meets Celebrity smut, A Boy and His Dog or Fallout with a former starlet in chains. It's a bit of a stretch, but I think it would be an awful lot of fun .. and the perfect canvas for anyone who wants to let their dark side loose.
#3.) The Collector
Maybe it was a particular series, or a particular fandom, but he had always been obsessed. And not just with one small corner or aspect, but the whole. He had to have it all. All of the merchandise, all the limited drops, all the variants and the foreign releases, everything. He was the kind of guy who didn't have a whole lot else going on socially, so he turned inward to his fandom; his social life lived on forums and chat rooms, and his hobbies included pretty much anything that didn't involve going out into the real world. It wasn't that he was maladjusted per se, but maybe it really was better to just be the king of his own little slice of the world rather than slot into society's expectations? It was for the best. If he had gotten a job in the corporate rat race and punched a nine to five, settling down with a five out of ten and grinding himself into nothing over decades of personal unfulfillment, he would have been nothing at all. Instead, he was something now. And all because he had made it, or found it, or been gifted it by some divine alien passerby.
A shriiiiiiink ray.
It was exactly what he needed to truly be, well, a God on Earth, at least to those who he decided ought to worship him. It was exactly what he needed to finally add the perfect piece to his collection which had been static and nearly complete for so long. It was his ticket to bragging that when it came to Hot Toys, no one could lay claim that he didn't have the most exclusive one yet. His very own, living, breathing sixth-scale actress. And if she didn't want to spend the rest of her life Mint in Box, all she had to do was be the most perfect doll she could be.
#4.) Celebripunk 2077
She had been popular enough. You had to be to achieve a certain level of fame after all, a level where even those who had only tangentially heard about you were stunned by the sudden news of your tragic death. The only thing was, she didn’t remember dying at all. She blessedly hadn’t been around for the legal battles, the billionaire with a hard on and a dream, the grotesque alterations of laws and likenesses. She only remembered waking up after a very long sleep, the stiffness in her joints a result of the servos and motors operating from factory newness into something resembling life underneath plasticine flesh almost indiscernible from the real thing. She was not yet aware that her face graced countless advertisements, that she gave appearances both public and private, custom holograms altering her speech and her appearance and what she had for breakfast each morning. She did not know that she was a copy of a copy of a copy into perpetuity, transformed from a mild popularity into an Angel on earth, the most popular actress and singer alive precisely because she wasn’t and because a corporation owned everything from her tits to her toes. She didn’t know she was the first, or that there were other companies who had attempted to follow suit. She didn’t know whether or not her sentience and lack of realization that she wasn’t “real” was a bug unique to her, or a problem that had to be hammered out of every single gynoid that bore her face and her personality matrix. All she knew was that she was exceptionally well rested — and not even remotely rested enough for the neon landscape that greeted her on her first glimpse outside the window.
#5.) Tinseltown Cattle Call
America’s beef dependency had finally crossed one too many lines; disease and genetic modification made uncomfortable bedfellows, and within a single generation the idea of a bowl of cereal with a cold pour of rich creamy milk was going to be a thing of the past. Ice cream? Not a chance. But what if superscience and a lack of morals and ethics has an answer that might keep the beloved dairy industry alive and thriving after all? What if in the same trials that had doomed the bovine bloodline they managed to come up with treatments that could pass along certain other traits to specific genetically compatible animals that could well revolutionize where Johnny Midwest got his heavy cream from? What if, by some combination of luck, science, and ridiculous porno logic the single best candidate for saving the cattle industry was the collective commonly treated like cattle by most of the people in power anyway? You know: human women? Even in the most nightmarish dystopia, convincing most everyone to switch to an industry where actual women replaced dairy cows would be a tall glass of milk to ask for, but one didn’t reach a dystopia through superscience alone. You needed (sometimes literal) branding. You needed marketing. You needed the new face of a new industry. And maybe they had just the star to be tricked, cajoled, coerced, or convinced that she would soon be as famous as Borden’s Elsie and do a lot of good for the world in the process?
My kink highway:
Green Light, GO for it
Blowjobs * Pet Play * Pregnancy * Forced Nudity * Slave Training * Submission * Public Scenes * Public Plight (Everyone knows what became of her, after all) * Vaginal Intercourse * Rough, Hard Sex * Hair Tugging * Spankings * A Little Tenderness * Well Built Men * Light Bondage * Behavioral Control * Emotional Control * Interracial * Tattooing / Branding
Yellow Light, SLOW down
Anal Sex * Excessive Cum (External) * Average Looking Men * Incest * Heavy Bondage * Mind Control * Watersports * Excessive Facials * Gags * Body Modification * Death * Bestiality
Red Light, STOP right there
Anal Penetration or Play Outside Of Standard Intercourse * Foot Fetishism * Tickle Fetishism * Gore * Scat * Dominant Female * Excessive Cum Play * Outright Rape * Latex Anything * Brothel / Prostitution * Drug Play
For the finale, this is far from an all-inclusive list of who I'll play, but expect it to be changed and updated, and feel free to make requests with the knowledge that I reserve the right to turn down anyone I don't feel like playing as or don't know well enough to capture a fascimile of their voice. Those in bold will be current particular favorites to do stuff with but are not my only-wills. Without further ado and in no particular order~
The Girls (All links safe for work, if your work is fine with you looking at pretty ladies on company time right under the part where I tell you to facefuck them)
Katy Perry * Alison Brie * Anna Kendrick * Sophie Turner * Maisie Williams * Taylor Swift * Emma Stone * Natalie Portman * Hayley Atwell * Kat Dennings * Scarlett Johansson * Natalie Dormer * Zooey Deschanel * Anne Hathaway * Aubrey Plaza * Selena Gomez * Olivia Wilde * Amanda Seyfried * Christina Hendricks * Jennifer Connelly * Jaimie Alexander * Chloe Bennet * Deborah Ann Woll * Karen Gillan * Alexandra Daddario * Daisy Ridley * Krysten Ritter * Anya Taylor-Joy * Ariana Grande * Dove Cameron * Zendaya * Emilia Clarke * Gal Gadot * Margot Robbie * Elizabeth Olsen * Camila Mendes * Madelaine Petsch * Jenna Ortega * Natalia Dyer * Tessa Thompson * Amber Heard * Jenna Coleman * Brie Larson * Kiernan Shipka * Billie Eilish * Cara Delevingne * Olivia Rodrigo * Jodie Comer * Hailee Steinfeld * Sydney Sweeney * Karen Fukuhara * Erin Moriarty * Sophie Thatcher * Sabrina Carpenter * Ella Purnell * Kathryn Newton
As a final reminder, PMs preferred, and by all means, write dirty with me, but remember the word write is very important.
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