[B]Things to remember[/B]
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[*]I am mainly seeking advanced, descriptive and literate partners, as I put a lot of effort into my writing.
[*]Reading my list of kinks is necessary before messaging me, as it covers everything without having me to address every single detail [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1uK6ualpGTre0JpKGsOMrXLgrn-mhzwIx-FCOc-oSaL0/edit?usp=sharing]here[/url]. Don't worry, I made it readable and to the point. There is some extreme themes. [B]PLEASE READ IT BEFORE MESSAGING ME.[/B]
[*]Your gender identity will not effect my choice in writing with you. I am looking for people to write male characters, while I write female roles.
[*]If we are going to write, it's important to me that you're 21+
[*]When you message me, please tell me about yourself as a writer and a writing sample would be appreciated!
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[hider=Writing sample] [I]“Brave men of steel… Favored by God for their strength and discipline… How blessed are they to die for such a righteous cause… And in death, they will reunite with Him…” [/I]

Blood slowly began to soak into the soil.

Outside of the kingdom’s walls, a deathly silence covered the scenery like a heavy blanket. 

In the distance, bells from the cathedral slowly began to ring, the song eerily echoing underneath the dark gray skies, ravens chiming in as they flew towards the new gravesite.

Bones, flesh, metal, fur and weak wails were all that was left behind. A weak, trembling hand, soaked in blood, reached towards the sky.

“G…God… Forgi… Me…”

And so the last breath was lost in the cold wind…

[I]“I almost envy them. For I bear the burden of both their ancestors and their children, and their children’s children… Nay… I am God’s chariot in this cold, rich land…”[/I]

The bells were strong and powerful within the walls of the castle, with the maidens of the court huddling and whimpering softly as they clutched on to their terrified children. Any attempt to peacefully console the innocent little beings once the bells fell silent were in vain. They felt the fear of their mothers and gentle maidens that offered comfort and protection, and slowly the silent tension that was building in between those walls started to grow as the faint sounds of battle became louder by the minute. The church bells managed to snuff out the horrifying sounds of war, even inspiring the presence of God, yet when the chiming stopped, the brutal reality had set in once more. Perhaps God was not with them… For if he was… Would things truly be like this?

They broke through all defenses, it seems. Which only means that the battle against those demons is slowly coming to an end, but at the cost of their own lives.

The throne room was a colossal area, dark and cold, graced by the pillars that welcomed the visitors in row towards the lone throne that sat up on the podium. As much as it inspired power and intimidation to all who stepped inside, it also would remind one of loneliness. Once, this place was more lively. They had candles and torches illuminating the cold architecture of the northern ruler. And back in those days, what had felt like a century ago, the halls were graced by the brightest of smiles and softest of voices that made this place feel like a little warmer place. A presence that melted even a king’s heart at times. 

He had cursed the day he had met her. Because if he didn’t know of the life that he had, the life that he had lost, he wouldn’t have known any better and living life would be easier. Because now, in the absence of the warmth that he had known, everything is cold, empty, lonely and meaningless. 

And that is why, on top of those stairs of the podium, there was a place for one to sit and reign.

Beside the stairs of the podium stood a smaller figure, in an armor that was a little big on his form. He had the stance, he had the confidence, but his blue eyes were set on the lone and elevated figure that sat upon the throne. Benedict’s eyes were slightly widened as he stared at his father, pupils slightly trembling as he listened to the king’s words. Though his expression remained unreadable, the blond-haired boy’s eyes spoke volumes.

And he wasn’t alone. Guards that stood still like statues in the room had heavy expressions on their faces as they would eye at each other or just simply stare at their king. Nobody said a word, but the orders were given and they had nowhere to run. There was a sense of finality even before anything had happened within those walls. 

One of the unarmed guards stood behind the pillar and in front of one of the many barrels that were assigned to each guard. His trembling eyes were closed, whispering to himself softly as he prayed. And as a man of God as he was, he was holding back tears, knowing what he was about to do if the king gave the final and definite order.

“And I will be damned before I let those heathens and spawns of hell take our God’s land. I will take them down with me if I have to.”

Hemmet’s voice was low and without force, but there was powerful intent behind every word he had said. He glared at the doors of the entrance, eyes filled with determination and anger. Everyone in the throne room was afraid. Both of the enemy and, even worse, of their own king. 

The noise from the outside was louder, but it was not the sound of swords clashing or any screams that would end abruptly. As a matter of fact, a very familiar and beloved voice was heard just outside the entrance. 

[I]“Go! Move, men! Drag the wounded inside!”[/I]

A voice that urged men to hurry and gather around. It had offered a moment of hope to everyone upon hearing prince Nicholas’ voice as the double doors were being pushed open. And the moment it gave way, the first figure to enter was of a young man with dark hair and kind eyes. He was adorned in magnificent armor that represented Winthrope and with the sigil of his homeland etched on the breastplate and the battered shield that rested on his back. The man was dirty and exhausted, perhaps even slightly wounded as he pushed his rushing men into the castle, helping out those who struggled to run, but he left no one behind. The sight of him before the guards and maidens was enough to brighten their day and give a shred of hope even in this dreadful time. Even when he was covered in grime, blood and sweat, he was the welcome sight to sore eyes.

On this day, Nicholas was the leader. He was the future of Winthrope, one to take Hemmet’s place. And he was beloved and respected by the people, perhaps more than they had loved and respected Hemmet even in his best days. Plenty said that, out of all five children, it was Nicholas who was graced with virtues from both of their parents. 

And the moment dozens of soldiers had entered the throne room, both wounded and ready to fight, the doors were barricaded behind them. Not everyone had made it into the castle, but they had the priority to protect the king, no matter the cost. 

Nicholas turned around and looked at his father who sat there, with that well-familiar look on his face. The expression that Nicholas abhorred. He immediately frowned as he confidently walked towards the podium, armor clanking with each step. But as he stood next to his younger brother Benedict, Nicholas bowed down before his father, despite the dissatisfaction and the exhaustion. Nicholas was a man of honor. He was the pride of Winthrope. He was the knight that everyone strived to be. Yet his burden was great.[/hider] 

[h3][B][COLOR=red]Demands that you have to meet before we start communicating:[/COLOR][/B][/h3]

We all have standards. And these are mine. I'm a woman who knows what she wants. Do you think you suit these expectations? Well, reach out! 
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[*]If you see my writing sample in the spoiler you'll see what I like to see in writing in general, as well as what you'll get when we start writing. [B]I expect similar amount of detail and effort in writing, both in smut and the story in general.[/B]
[*]Decent grammar, I'm far from perfect and considering that English is my second language, typos sometimes escape me, I still try my best to give you a readable post. 
[*][B][I][U]SEND ME YOUR WRITING SAMPLE IN YOUR FIRST MESSAGE PLEASE AND THANK YOU.[/U][/I][/B]
[*]I need [I]at the very least[/I] 300+ words per post. Detail. All the nitty gritty stuff. I'll let it slide in some scenes where there's action and conversation sequences that feel like back and forth.
[*]Please introduce yourself in the first post. Tell me about your writing, your likes and dislikes and throw everything my way. I literally mean everything. I'll sit down with my legs waving back and forth excitedly when I get a massive introduction post that is dripping with personality, inspiration and creativity. [B]First impressions matter.[/B]
[*]I always have romance and smut in my stories, I don't do fade to black.[/LIST]

[hider="About me"]
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[*]Multi paragraph to novella length posts, the least I'll post is two paragraphs, depending on the scene.
[*]My activity depends. It can be every day, every other day, once a week, once a month... Depends. It is important that we speak OOC so I can keep you updated.
[*]I pay close attention to detail when writing, I love to be detailed and bring the scene to life.
[*]The smut I write is very detailed. I expect the same in turn.
[*]I am hiatus and break friendly - even if you're gone for months, I'll be on board when you come back.
[*]OOC chatting is extremely important to me.
[*]I have very little limits when it comes to subjects in writing and am open-minded.
[*]I am obsessed with aesthetic and use images for roleplay whenever I can. Let me know ahead of time if this is something that doesn't interest you.
[*]I am a SUCKER for a slowburn - I hate rushing things.
[*]I'm big on world and character building, including side characters with some nuance to them, and so forth. I'm a big team player as well, so I'll need your help with some things!
[*]I will always be ready to make compromises with you. I don't expect us to like the same things, but I am happy to meet somewhere in the middle with you.
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[B][COLOR=red][h3]Agent Amnesiac[/h3][/COLOR][/B]

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How... Do you explain to someone that you... Didn't exist up until now? How do you explain to the people around you, who knew you for years, that you are unfamiliar with their faces, their voices, the environment you share? That the memories they hold of you are possibly fake? That you're not the person that they claim you to be?

Angela woke up in a hospital bed beside a man in a white coat and a strange tool that hung around his neck. His eyes were kind and understanding as she looked at him once she came to be from her very deep and restful slumber, but as soon as she began to wince in pain once she moved, he insisted softly that she should lay down and relax.

"Angela... You don't need to force yourself now. You've been in a coma for a couple of weeks. You need to take it easy." he spoke as he stood up and adjusted her pillow.

"B-but..." she spoke with her eyes wide and terrified, only to try and avoid any nearness to another human being as Angela looked at him like a doe staring into the headlights in the middle of the dark street. "Where am I?" Angela's mind was completely blank of any coherent thought or familiarity, yet the only thing that kept her focused and aware is the instinct that was primal and natural to every living thing. The doctor thought of this as a curious detail. He figured that the trauma she had experienced affected her somehow and he had counted on the possibility of her losing her memory due to the head trauma she suffered. But he had yet to find out just how damaged she had become.

"You are safe, Angela. You're in the same hospital you were born in, in your hometown. Do you remember your family? Your school? Your childhood home?" he proceeded to ask her as he took a small notebook from the pocket of his coat along with a pen as he sat back down on the chair that was settled next to her bed. He waited for her answer, ready to write whatever she would say, only to be met with silence. He lifted his head to be greeted by a frozen expression that was a mix of fear and confusion. She looked as if she didn't understand a word that had come out his mouth and he frowned a little bit, concerned by how tense she was.

"Home...?" she whispered, unable to process what that word meant exactly. It sounded familiar, yet the concept of it... It was alien, in some way. Like a word that comes from a foreign language that still rang a bell, but the meaning of it still quite unclear.

The doctor's expression switched to one of warm sympathy and sadness, realizing that perhaps her state was worse than he had anticipated. "What's your name, Angela?"

Perhaps that was a ridiculous question even though he has used her name in the sentence, but he did that on purpose. He wanted to see if she'll be able to connect the dots that he is referring to her as Angela - because that is, after all, her name and how everyone knew her.

"N-name?" somehow, this question seemed to visibly upset her further as her breathing grew heavier and her eyes watered. Her gaze left the doctor and looked around, almost as if it started to become clear to her that something was clearly wrong here. She looked around the room that was beginning to spin as she proceeded to look at her hands, feeling the panic to suddenly set. Her hands and forearms were riddled with still healing scars, which had flashed a sensation of pain in her nerves as a flash of incoherent and mashed memories began to flood her mind.

Angela grabbed her bandaged head as she began to hyperventilate once the loud noises began to echo within her mind. She heard sounds of something crashing, screaming and the sound of fire loudly cracking further into the background. She had no clue what was happening, yet all of it seemed familiar, despite the fact that every incoherent sound was out of order and out of sync with the images that would just pass by her like a speeding bullet train. Then, there was a man's voice, breaking through the noise. She couldn't see his face, it was blurry, as if she stared through the disturbed, flowing water that muddled her vision, but his voice... His voice was so clear, so specific and so loud.

"ANGELA!!! ANGELA!!!" he kept screaming and screaming that same name the doctor used as she continued to hyperventilate, her body curling up while she rocked back and forth on the bed. Angela started crying uncontrollably, her hands on her ears as she began to weep loudly, trembling as if she was suffering a deadly fever while the doctor called over the nurses who rushed without waiting for a second once hearing the sound of distress.

It became clear to him that something truly awful had happened if she reacted this way to few very simple questions, to the point where she couldn't even remember her name despite him even saying it, but the doctor heard her muttering into her knees as she did not yield to the pulling of the nurses who wanted to get her to relax, with the intention to sedate her.

"Angela... Angela... My name is... Angela..." she continued to mutter with her voice breathless and shaky.

The doctor knew that he needed to get to the bottom of this mystery that caused a disaster and find out what had truly happened to Angela Wright.
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So the idea is basically simple: think of the X-Files, Supernatural and the SCP foundation. You have agents and people in the modern world who are specialized (or through the strange circumstances forced) to deal with unnatural, strange, supernatural and fantasy scenarios that shouldn't be discovered by the public. What could these strange happenings be? Quite literally anything we can come up with. Can be things as basic as ghosts and hauntings, demons, vampires, werewolves, cults, strange locations where people seem to be stuck in medieval times, etc. Or it can be cosmic horror. I am open to anything, as this kind of setting can allows to get as weird and as quirky as we want.

My character Angela is one of the agents of The Order which is the organization that leads these operations, a specialized person who went through training in dealing with strange and supernatural. She can have a partner who joins her in the missions. However, at the start of the plot, she is pretty much suffering from amnesia - something had happened and she went through trauma. It is quite unclear what had happened, as there were no reported witnesses to testify, but Angela will get her memory back as we go through the roleplay. We can have fragments of what had happened, as well as her rediscovering her family, her past before The Order and other things, intertwining the drama and everything that had happened in her life. Either way, as a gifted Agent, she continues to work for The Order, relearning how things go as memories come back. She can have visits at the doctor's, is assigned a therapist by the Order to slowly unravel her lost memories and other seemingly mundane activities that draw her to interesting situations.

She can have partners in the organization where she often would pair up to go into different missions and she can have different dynamics, not all of them necessarily need to be male, they can be female and it can be platonic. However, there's several gifted Agents who have some supernatural abilities that aid them in their quests. As someone who loves weird and taboo smut with both human and non-human counterparts, Angela will have the Gift of Lust, which will bring her in very... [I]Interesting[/I] situations.

Either way, I love the idea of making this long-term roleplay with episodes with different happenings, for example every episode there's a new cryptid or anomaly being faced or something in Angela's private life is being discovered as a part of the main plot. Every episode there's new mission for her that she needs to deal with in different locations and with different anomalies and impossible situations that get sorted out, while the overall story that is the foundation of this roleplay slowly unravels.

Necessities for this roleplay:
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[*]Your role is a GM and you are going to be pretty much the puppet master of everything. While everything is under your control, you will not be pulling all the weight by yourself, as I always have tons of ideas that I'd love to suggest to you and throw other ideas that you can use. I'm very cooperative and like I said, I have tons of ideas.
[*]I would like someone who is open and flexible when it comes to smut. My erotica is creative, experimental and sometimes weird, because I am just tired of doing the same thing over and over again. Just let me know where you draw the line exactly.
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[hider=""Episode" ideas"]Like I said, I love the idea of this roleplay having different episodes and in each episode there's a mission or a specific topic that is being tackled, some of the events may repeat in the future. These are the current ideas that I have. These can be different themes for episodes, but they don't need to be included in case they don't work for you for whatever reason or they can be changed overall. These are just ideas. And in case you yourself have any ideas, please let me know!

And as someone who loves great and emotional story, but also very weird and taboo smut (with humans, inhumans and other) I would also like to include those.

[B]What goes bump in the night[/B]

Vampires and werewolves, either of the two classic cryptids in the urban world. Vampires could be leading some strange cult or running an underground scene of horrific human trafficking. nightclubs to bring back that iconic Blade scene, philosophically facing what it means to die and then continue living in the undead afterlife. It can be a really deep and meaningful situation between MC and possibly a vampire, though it can end tragically still.

The werewolves could be a group of individuals in the outskirts of the city, causing terror and weird things happening. Perhaps they're like ecoterrorists or just horrific creatures that cause slaughter or anything else, it's up to us to decide.

It can also include situations where Angela and/or her partner are exposed to vampirism and lycanthropy and are on the quest to also get rid of it, because The Order will otherwise kill them for safety reasons.

[B]Other cryptids[/B]

Skinwalkers in the outskirts and in the forest have terrorized the ranchers and really fucked up things have happened. Lost hikers have been exposed to cannibalism and weird shit happened. One of the Agents of The Order was spotted acting strange (possibly Angela's partner to add to the drama) who ended up being a skinwalker and the partner is dead.

Other hikers have been reporting that they've seen a large and terrifying ape-like monstrosity, which happens to be quite intelligent despite being unable to verbally communicate (yes, bigfoot.)

Any other cryptid is also welcome in case anything you come up with!

[B]Christian-based horrors[/B]

The entire Christian-based cult that is twisted, cosmic horror type. People being held hostages, demons are actually presenting themselves as priests, human sacrifice, summoning other demons, sex rituals, and other things. I love the idea of a twisted Christian-based horror that is very fucked up.

I planned Angela to have religious background to make this more personal to her.

[B]Haunted house[/B]

What was believed that the passed on loved ones are haunting the family home, ended up being a fucked up demon that is doing weird ass things - it's possessions are very questionable. The family moved away for a certain amount of time so Angela (maybe her partner as well) could move in and see what is happening here and figure out how to exorcise it. However, she doesn't know it exactly at first, but the demon in question takes an interest to her due to her unique gift and proceeds to taunt and bully her in many ways while she needs to figure out a way to get rid of this mischievous demon.

She manages to break an artifact that was cursed, which banishes the demon at the end from the realm.

[B]Security breach at The Order[/B]

It has an entire section that is pretty much like SCP where certain anomalies and creatures are being held and the security breach happens. It will be a big deal with lots of things happening with all sorts of interactions with other creatures, people and anomalies happen. It would be a big event here and lots of revelations can happen.

[B]Time machine, parallel dimensions and other worlds[/B]

This easily can cover different timelines and we can have multiple episodes. It can happen in medieval times, pirate golden age, second world war or entirely science fiction type of future where humans have established all sorts of space colonies and are in direct contact with alien life. It's a machine that is held in The Order to maintain the "correct flow" of the world where they control what happens on Earth and how it affects it.

But there's also other worlds where it's basically a fantasy setting that basically can be compared to Lord of the Rings or other universes in case we want to sprinkle some high fantasy shit in here. We can have a Game of Thrones episode happen here, it's all on the table.

[B]Angela goes to her hometown and meets her family for the first time since memory loss[/B]

Now this would be a big deal. More uncovering of her past, seeing people she didn't see in years. Her family and her childhood home. This is where she'd also learn her family's secrets. Her father being also the member of The Order, while her mother being one of the women he had saved during the missions, which in the end made her also an Agent of Order later on. However, it was from her mother that Angela got the Gift of Lust...

[B]Angela's half-brother[/B]

Because of her mother's Gift of Lust, she was a victim of a creature that had intercourse with her and somehow managed to impregnate her. Despite the circumstances, Angela's father showed mercy and took care of the pregnant mother who was religious and didn't want to abort the child, whatever it was, because it was innocent.

However, the child, Angela's older half-brother, ended up being fairly inhuman. It clearly could could not co-exist with people, but Angela's mother loved him either way despite being unable to show him any affection due to the nature of his conception, even though they were forced to keep him in the basement. What the brother was is up for debate, I have no set idea. It could be rather cannibalistic. Angela was later born and somehow she had managed when she got a little older to discover her locked brother. Whenever she was alone home throughout the years, she spent time with him, despite him seeming different and perhaps terrifying. The brother only felt love and affection from Angela and truly grew to love her. Once they got older, as adults, he would manage to find a way to hang around the house late at night or when no one was there, but he never wanted to leave because of his sister. He never managed to express anything regarding that once she left her hometown and that remained on his mind ever since.

Unfortunately her return to the town was because of the mission she had regarding a humanoid creature disturbing the people, eating their livestock and even some people, so she needs to face her own brother in order to fulfill her duty.[/hider]