Kaithe Dame

The Force is Hell. [SIGNALIS / Star Wars.]

This post is looking for a GM. I have posts where I GM in my profile, or, if you just want something that's much kinder and happier. My partner's IRL gender isn't relevant to me; a knowledge of SIGNALIS is not necessary, although it is appreciated.

Trigger warning; mutual albeit toxic love. Violence. Borderline slavery and abuse in the workplace.

Hey there. For every person that happens to be interested in Signalis and Star Wars whether they know it or not, I've decided to create a mashup of involving my favorite part of Star Wars; episode 2 of season 2 of Visions. In my addled imagination of the way this might come together the story is an strange and 'not-quite-right' view of Star Wars similar to the way Screecher's Ridge presents the Sith Mother; whether or not quite like that or not depending on further workshopping of the prompt. The Force, the politics of the galaxy and its Sith and Jedi; none of them should be normal, and instead experiencing shifts of character and presence that cannot be rationalized. Maybe this world is entirely detached from Star Wars and is just an AU, maybe it's in the delirious mind of the main character, or maybe it's a fun bit of meta commentary on how 'nothing changes' in Star Wars due to corporate creativity rot. The WH40K alternative to that is a fairly similar idea albeit replacing a Force Sensitive woman with a, I'd imagine, psyker. A Hiver toiling away on one of half a billion different urban hellholes.

In essence, pulling at that late-game text of Signalis from Andler --

"IT'S LIKE EVERYTHING WAS TAKEN APART AND PUT TOGETHER BY SOMEBODY WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND HOW IT WORKS."

This, in theory, frames the entire RP. More than simply giving some love to a piece of love to my new favorite Indie title, it, hopefully, will allow us to explore a whole new series of angles to Star Wars. Probably mildly disturbing ones; all the Yuuzhan Vong fans will probably be raving over all the weird flesh horror they get to do. The main character in my head is a woman like Daal; a Force-gifted working within the confines of an industrial world, toiling away like millions of others with only the dreams of a better life keeping her going. In our version of it however, I'm imagining that they've developed a sickening, obsessive relationship with a childhood friend of theirs, one that further fuels their desire to become a Sith and free themselves from the urban hell of their homeworld . . . and probably slap a slave collar on them.

This should be a toxic relationship. One bent on control and domination and strength, bordering on the edge of sanity in just how impulsive and inescapable all their thoughts are on this person they've fallen in love with. The main character dreams of giving both of them a better life together, but they also dream of doing horrible and unspeakable things to them; whether because they're a broken individual, or because of the Dark Side, or . . .

You probably get the idea, reader. This is a warped love story from the perspective of a deeply insecure, self-hating Sith apprentice who despises herself for not being strong enough to kill their overseers and free their friends; but not for what's supposed to be altruistic, heroic reasons.

They've got a sick mind.

As far as kinks are concerned in this story despite the extremely dark and triggering material up above I don't actually enjoy most extreme fetishes. Complicated emotions, aspects of dominance and submission (sexually and platonically), kissing, sapphic longing and yearning, spankings, collars, contrasts of all kind, 'I want to kiss and hold you but I also want to strangle you but I won't,' orgasm denial and control as well as overstimulation, underdogs 'getting the girl.'

Most vanilla and lukewarm kinks in general. I won't touch anything relating to futa, tentacles, unrealistic or exaggerated anything, toys, animals, my character will not engage in non-con, If you have any extreme kink, it probably goes here.

Prompt Album Galore; now including Chinese ASOIAF.

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[ASOIAF / The Long Night, Yi Ti] The Sunless Period.

This post is looking for a GM. Real life gender isn't relevant to this. If anybody is looking for a GM for a KOTOR 2 retelling, feel free to reach out and request my prompt for it.

I've been especially eager as of late to participate in a RP that explores the opposite side of an already almost completely unexplored time period of Planetos -- the Long Night, and, instead of seeing it through the eyes of the Andals in Westeros, witnessing it through the eyes of the residents of Yi Ti and eastern Essos at large.

Given how comparatively little information we're provided on this region, much less two thousand to eight thousand years ago, I'd welcome a GM enthusiastic about an especially massive amount of headcanon. The way I'm currently imagining it the RP would explore the contours of what is essentially the Spring & Autumn Period, the Bronze Age collapse, and Dawn of the Dead all rolled into one. Yi Ti, the developed place it is compared to the rest of the world, is a hotspot of conflict between migratory movements, local warlords and imperial officials, malnourished and scared peasants, and, eventually, zombies.

As for the actual plot itself, like the rest of this prompt I'm open to suggestions and complete redrafts, but, as it stands right now the running idea I have is that our player / main character is the fabled but extraordinarily mistranslated Azor Ahai. A woman of low birth; a merchant, most likely, who finds herself in a position to climb the social ladder during our version of the Spring & Autumn period and eventually, through sheer accident, stumble into prophecy and enter the history books of defeating the Others and saving the world.

Again, not intentionally. The character I'm working with here is a fairly evil and cruel person with a malignance and ambition tied with Qin Shi Huang; a legalist autocrat. But, again, I'm entirely open to ideas and counter-suggestions. Don't take a great deal of this prompt as something I'm married to, since I swing between ideas all the time.

Unless my partners want to go some Jade Empire RPG route instead, this RP would naturally be a very politically charged story involving commerce, warfare, statecraft, and a generally gloomy and unpleasant atmosphere. Per my usual rules, I welcome my character being maimed, killed, plagued, and generally fail at things they attempt so long as they aren't sexually assaulted. This RP was loosely inspired by my other prompt, the Heart of Darkness, and will share vibes with it.

Thanks.

Kinks: Evil bitches being conniving / genuinely evil and despicable characters, femdom and lesbianism, internalized homophobia, slowburn seduction, gaslighting, D/s couples, collars, domesticization, warriors being turned into harlots, spankings, orgasm denial and control, genuine charisma and atmosphere-building. Most other vanilla and mild kinks. Kissing, distant yearning, one-sided romance. Unhealthy obsession. Contrasts.

Limits: I don't have any desire to see non-con as a fetish (only as an element of worldbuilding just like poverty and disease and slavery), or tentacles or animals or hyper anything or porn logic or porn dialogue, futas. Stereotypical / generic worldbuilding.

The Last Jedi. [GM4APlayingF, Knights of the Old Republic 2.]

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[WARHAMMER 40,000] Servitor Dreams: The Ghost and the Machine God.

This post is looking for a GM. If you're looking for a GM, feel free to look at my GM4A posts in my profile. I'm an advanced-novella writer with writing samples pinned to my profile. IRL gender isn't relevant to this prompt.

With how often extreme kinks are associated with Warhammer, I'm going to clarify now that this post isn't looking for fetishized depictions of non-con, tentacles, monsters, inter-species racism, breeding, or more than likely 70% of most 'out there' kinks you'll see on WH40K prompts. If you begin your message with 'Hey, I know you said no this kink, but what about . . .' just delete your message to save us both time. Thanks. Our servitor in question is more human than they are robot. More flesh and blood than bolts and nails.

This RP is loosely (or not so loosely) inspired by the horror game SIGNALIS, knowledge of it is not necessary, but it would help frame the tone and intent of the story. The idea goes that our main character is a Servitor; an especially privileged one given an immense amount of freedom compared to most of their kin. The reasons behind this choice are up for discussion, though I've run through a gauntlet of ideas myself including the idea that their existence as a Servitor was a deliberate, calculated amount of spite inflicted upon them. In their torturer's insistence on maximizing their suffering, they left her with autonomy, just enough sentience to recognize the horribleness of their existence.

It's a WIP. I'm open to a lot of workshopping on this bit of background information as well as others.

The actual meat and potatoes of the RP is less on the 'how' and 'why' and more on what happens afterwards; our MC forming an intense, distant love for a woman so high above their station that it borders on treason in of itself. Very much a 'haunts their dreams,' sort of shtick to the point of obsession; it's meant to be as unsettling and uncomfortable as the rest of the WH40K universe whilst still proving to be *charming* and *emotionally moving.* I've also been juggling strong possibility that the servitor is psychically gifted, though not to a powerful degree. Likely the opposite, a flicker in the Warp, that sort of thing.

The woman in question could be a lot of things; Governor's daughter, a Sister of Battle, the daughter of a company that our Servitor works at . . . so on.

I am partial to the romance either starting off as (without the Servitor knowing) or evolving into being mutual. I'm a big fan of incredibly toxic and unhealthy relationships where the victim of it has 'Ha, I'm into that shit,' as a vibe.

The plot as I see it is an equal measure of SPLATTERPUNK adventure as much as it is psychological horror, romance, and adventure rolled into one. Maybe our duo survive the death of the planet because of the servitor's actions, that sort of thing. Maybe they get possessed by a demon who's not really into the whole 'Reap all human souls,' business and is just happy to help this bucket of bolts fulfill herself.

Kinks; complicated emotions, aspects of dominance and submission (sexually and platonically), kissing, sapphic longing and yearning, spankings, collars, contrasts of all kind, 'I want to kiss and hold you but I also want to strangle you but I won't,' orgasm denial and control as well as overstimulation, underdogs 'getting the girl.' Kissing, softcore bondage. Bad lesbian flirting.

Limits: Everything I described at the top of this post. Futas. Hyper anything.

Prompt Album Galore; now including Chinese ASOIAF.

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Vampire the Masquerade: Sweet Vitae.

Another addition to the compilation. This post is looking for a GM; I don't care about your IRL gender. I have posts where I GM in my profile, or, if you just want something that's much kinder and happier. There's a message pinned to my profile that has writing samples. My current running imagination is an ambitious creative retelling of Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines, hopefully making it not a half-baked RPG that falls apart 1/3 of the way through. I'm not an experienced RPG player.

Threw this together in about fifteen minutes for an event on Reddit. If there's any major errors, please let me know. Thanks.

This isn't usually her type of scene.

"It is now."

The Beast they call it -- it speaks to her sometimes. It urges her to do . . . things. Things she should think are foul, but have become as normal to her as breathing. Only, she no longer has to breath.

No. She's developed a much finer richer taste these nights.

The club and all its raging lights are a bourgie paradise of degeneracy and filth; trust fund kids, the superrich middle-aged man and his horde of young women, fuckboys . . . the smell of them all made her body run hot. A rage of colors swarm the dance floor, bodies pumping and grinding together -- so much flesh.

"Just the Breath of Life, dear. All the warmth in you is dead. There's just us now."

It wasn't a pleasant voice. Sylvan had always imagined the devil on her shoulder would be a persuasive voice, a real Lucifer. This voice wasn't. It was the angriest she'd ever heard, so full of hate and fear and hunger and . . .

"I'll be nicer once we feed. There. The blonde at the table."

Gods, but she did look fucking delicious. There was a tenderness to her skin she could never have recognized when she was still human, like a rare steak, or . . .

Okay, she didn't actually know anything about meat. She just *looked* good. They were her type, which meant they were /completely/ out of Sylvan's league in fuckability. Legs long enough to park an airplane on that would look even better wrapped around her, a chronically bored expression on her face, a long neck that would look beautiful covered in blood.

"Vitae. She might be too good for you in the sack, but she's just perfect for a meal. Go."

Sylvan's legs were moving before she could think about anything other than the line she would use to get them alone, shocked by her own lack of control . . . not that there was much to be done about it.

Not that she wanted to do anything about it when the blonde's blo-- vitae, smelled so sweet. So pure.

"Hiya," Sylvan greeted, sliding into place, smiling warmly. "What's your sign?"

Kinks: Evil bitches being conniving / genuinely evil and despicable characters, femdom and lesbianism, slowburn seduction, problematic ghoulfication, gaslighting, D/s couples, collars, domesticization, spankings, orgasm denial and control, outfit control, genuine charisma and atmosphere-building. Most other vanilla and mild kinks. Kissing, distant yearning, one-sided romance. Unhealthy obsession. Contrasts.

Limits: I don't have any desire to see non-con as a fetish (only as an element of worldbuilding just like poverty and disease and slavery), or tentacles or animals or hyper anything or porn logic or porn dialogue, futas. Stereotypical / generic worldbuilding.

Prompt Album Galore; now including Chinese ASOIAF.

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Prompt Album Galore; now including Chinese ASOIAF.

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The Doomed Heretic. Purpose and Extermination.

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