Hello everyone and welcome to my interest check! It's been a bit but with my thirst for adventure and drama needing desperately to be quenched, I am now seeking inquiries for writing partners (old and new) once more. I have very few rules, basically just be over 21 and know that unless we vibe I will probably not write smut with you. Back in yee old guild days I was a connoisseur of the stuff, but now after a decade in the game I tire of it so if you're looking for purely NSFW I am not your gal. I might be convinced once in a blue moon to write the stuff, but right now it just don't tickle the pickle like it used to. The 21 is basically so I don't feel weird writing with yah and the fact that I have the tendency to swear like a sailor and write a lotttt of bloody gore when things call for it!
My available writing platforms for RP;
PMs here on the guild
CryptPad
I will list some basic ideas below along with a sample of my own writing! If you would like to role play, please submit the title of your PM as the idea name and I would like to see a sample of your writing in turn! If there's anything you'd like to tweak or change, I can be amenable to it so please feel free to ask!
With that I hope you have a wonderful day and thank you for taking the time to read!
My available writing platforms for RP;
PMs here on the guild
CryptPad
I will list some basic ideas below along with a sample of my own writing! If you would like to role play, please submit the title of your PM as the idea name and I would like to see a sample of your writing in turn! If there's anything you'd like to tweak or change, I can be amenable to it so please feel free to ask!
With that I hope you have a wonderful day and thank you for taking the time to read!
Under moonlight a shadow is born, whilst embers burn a kingdom torn. A throne of thorns, a crib of obsidian, swaddled up tight as the clock strikes midnight. Oh sweet child, bathed in blood, a path of madness awaits the chosen one. Hair of raven, abyss colored eyes flecked with gold, skin of ash with veins filled blue. Upon your birth a kingdom renewed, an era of peace hides the storms that brew. Beware loves inferno, your choice set in stone, your desires result in altar or bone. Oh child of darkness, your future unknown, may you be blessed by the night so you may not walk your chosen path alone.
The blistering night wind swept the freshly fallen snow across the palace grounds, nearly drowning out the howling that came from within its walls. The twisting labyrinth of halls within were covered by shimmering shadows that rippled and swayed, the echo of drums deep within the heart of the maze guiding the palace’s inhabitants to the obsidian sanctum. Beyond the intricately carved shadow oak doors laid the queen upon her bed, her sisters in bond not blood chanted and banged on their ancestral drums. Queen Eclypsa moaned in pain, her hands gripped tight upon her blood sister's fingers. Princess Lune and Princess Stellaira sat upon their queen’s bedside and cooed in her ear words of encouragement and praise. It was all they could do as the night priestess Shadona kneeled upon the abyss colored marble and diligently tended to Eclypsa as she tried desperately not to push.
“Eclypsa, my darling sister, you are doing splendidly! Surely Hecate is smiling down upon you!” Lune whispered into her sister’s ear as she grinned wildly, Stellaira merely smirking as she saw her sister's expression twist in pain.
“A mighty fine job my queen! Though perhaps I shall abstain from children myself! After all, to bare a man's seed looks mighty awf- oww!”
Lune had flicked Stellaira’s forehead with her free hand, the simple scolding between sisters elicited a pained chuckle from Eclypsa’s pale lips.
“My dearest moon, do not heed her sly tongue. It is far too late to educate her so we may as well embrace her as she is. My dearest starling, I understand your disdain for men. All the same I hope you will treat my child as your own, even if she was born from an act you will never understand.”
“Oh I understand perfectly well my queen! How could I not when you woke me from the dead with your screams of plea- Hey Luney, enough with the flicking! You’ll put a dent in my head with your brute strength!”
Lune scolded her sister with her glare alone, Eclypsa laughing as she stared joyously at the two women who shared her face. The triplets had ruled the kingdom together for centuries, their subjects each a part of their coven. Witches and warlocks lived freely across their lands, their kingdom filled with magic and joy. Their kingdom had long isolated themselves away from human kind and only interacted with them as was necessary, but that had changed when one human had made his way not only into their kingdom but also into Eclypsa’s heart.
But the wrenching pain of childbirth took all other thoughts from her mind, the labor process arduous and long. Hours passed with her sisters by her side, cooing her praises as she struggled with all her might. The moon was at its peak, the room bathed in its light as the drums stopped their beating and the cries of a newborn replaced them. Shadona cradled the newborn in her embrace, smiling as she handed the tiny infant over to her queen. Each princess received a pair of scissors, Lune received a silver pair whilst Stellaira received one made of gold.
"She's perfect my queen… and it has been an honor to have served you. May Hecate bless this child, our future empress, and may the heavens above guide her path so that she may only receive eternal happiness."
"Shadona what do you me-"
Before Eclypsa could even comprehend what she meant Shadona pulled a dagger from within her robes and sliced her neck, her black shimmering blood spraying upon the triplets and their newborn princess. Horror replaced their joy as they watched each of their sisters follow Shadona's lead, crimson spilling upon the floor as it pooled and mixed as their bodies dropped to the door.
That night the halls of the castle were filled with the cries of the sisters, the screams of their princess, and Shadona's whispers as her prophecy echoed throughout the night.
Under moonlight a shadow is born, whilst embers burn a kingdom torn. A throne of thorns, a crib of obsidian, swaddled up tight as the clock strikes midnight. Oh sweet child, bathed in blood, a path of madness awaits the chosen one. Hair of raven, abyss colored eyes flecked with gold, skin of ash with veins filled blue. Upon your birth a kingdom renewed, an era of peace hides the storms that brew. Beware loves inferno, your choice set in stone, your desires result in altar or bone. Oh child of darkness, your future unknown, may you be blessed by the night so you may not walk your chosen path alone.
The blistering night wind swept the freshly fallen snow across the palace grounds, nearly drowning out the howling that came from within its walls. The twisting labyrinth of halls within were covered by shimmering shadows that rippled and swayed, the echo of drums deep within the heart of the maze guiding the palace’s inhabitants to the obsidian sanctum. Beyond the intricately carved shadow oak doors laid the queen upon her bed, her sisters in bond not blood chanted and banged on their ancestral drums. Queen Eclypsa moaned in pain, her hands gripped tight upon her blood sister's fingers. Princess Lune and Princess Stellaira sat upon their queen’s bedside and cooed in her ear words of encouragement and praise. It was all they could do as the night priestess Shadona kneeled upon the abyss colored marble and diligently tended to Eclypsa as she tried desperately not to push.
“Eclypsa, my darling sister, you are doing splendidly! Surely Hecate is smiling down upon you!” Lune whispered into her sister’s ear as she grinned wildly, Stellaira merely smirking as she saw her sister's expression twist in pain.
“A mighty fine job my queen! Though perhaps I shall abstain from children myself! After all, to bare a man's seed looks mighty awf- oww!”
Lune had flicked Stellaira’s forehead with her free hand, the simple scolding between sisters elicited a pained chuckle from Eclypsa’s pale lips.
“My dearest moon, do not heed her sly tongue. It is far too late to educate her so we may as well embrace her as she is. My dearest starling, I understand your disdain for men. All the same I hope you will treat my child as your own, even if she was born from an act you will never understand.”
“Oh I understand perfectly well my queen! How could I not when you woke me from the dead with your screams of plea- Hey Luney, enough with the flicking! You’ll put a dent in my head with your brute strength!”
Lune scolded her sister with her glare alone, Eclypsa laughing as she stared joyously at the two women who shared her face. The triplets had ruled the kingdom together for centuries, their subjects each a part of their coven. Witches and warlocks lived freely across their lands, their kingdom filled with magic and joy. Their kingdom had long isolated themselves away from human kind and only interacted with them as was necessary, but that had changed when one human had made his way not only into their kingdom but also into Eclypsa’s heart.
But the wrenching pain of childbirth took all other thoughts from her mind, the labor process arduous and long. Hours passed with her sisters by her side, cooing her praises as she struggled with all her might. The moon was at its peak, the room bathed in its light as the drums stopped their beating and the cries of a newborn replaced them. Shadona cradled the newborn in her embrace, smiling as she handed the tiny infant over to her queen. Each princess received a pair of scissors, Lune received a silver pair whilst Stellaira received one made of gold.
"She's perfect my queen… and it has been an honor to have served you. May Hecate bless this child, our future empress, and may the heavens above guide her path so that she may only receive eternal happiness."
"Shadona what do you me-"
Before Eclypsa could even comprehend what she meant Shadona pulled a dagger from within her robes and sliced her neck, her black shimmering blood spraying upon the triplets and their newborn princess. Horror replaced their joy as they watched each of their sisters follow Shadona's lead, crimson spilling upon the floor as it pooled and mixed as their bodies dropped to the door.
That night the halls of the castle were filled with the cries of the sisters, the screams of their princess, and Shadona's whispers as her prophecy echoed throughout the night.
Under moonlight a shadow is born, whilst embers burn a kingdom torn. A throne of thorns, a crib of obsidian, swaddled up tight as the clock strikes midnight. Oh sweet child, bathed in blood, a path of madness awaits the chosen one. Hair of raven, abyss colored eyes flecked with gold, skin of ash with veins filled blue. Upon your birth a kingdom renewed, an era of peace hides the storms that brew. Beware loves inferno, your choice set in stone, your desires result in altar or bone. Oh child of darkness, your future unknown, may you be blessed by the night so you may not walk your chosen path alone.
I don't really have too much for this one therefore it can fit a variety of different scenarios and characters. Our characters dated at one point and for some reason they split up on very bad terms. This idea would delve into more of a lovers to enemies to lovers once more dynamic and the complications of trying to trust someone again. The original thought was to have the two be former bandmates but again it can fit into so many different tropes and settings.
Music Idol is your generic music competition show, trying to find the next hidden talent in America. But what makes this one particularly different is the contestants are either singers or song writers. You, a song writer, have joined the competition to put your name out there in the industry. Perhaps you may even dabble a bit in music producing! Or maybe not even for that reason but something kept more close to the chest! Whatever the case may be, you have been paired up with a novice at best pop singer. It's clear they put her in to be one of those first few people sent home, and since they paired you with her 'randomly' you're understandably upset.
A chance encounter of hearing her singing somewhere to herself has you thinking perhaps you have a chance; but only with a massive rebranding. Can you make this pop star into a guitar wrecking rocker chic or will you be doomed to go home together? Will you be able to resist the emotions of the music you create together? Will you be America's next Music Idol?
A chance encounter of hearing her singing somewhere to herself has you thinking perhaps you have a chance; but only with a massive rebranding. Can you make this pop star into a guitar wrecking rocker chic or will you be doomed to go home together? Will you be able to resist the emotions of the music you create together? Will you be America's next Music Idol?
• A Tsundere Stalker finds out his perfect girl is actually a serial killer
•A wandering deity finds a girl being sacrificed to another deity and decides to spirit the girl away
•Male Doctor finds female psych ward patient embroiled in a conspiracy that delves deep into the government, patient being sane but sent there so no one believes a word she says
•The college star athlete befriends the loner introvert, finding out why they transferred colleges and why they stay alone... Always
•Girl finds out her best friend is in love with the old her whilst finding out her current boyfriend has slowly been changing her into his ex... Just as he's done with every girlfriend he's had before he's buried them alive
•A wandering deity finds a girl being sacrificed to another deity and decides to spirit the girl away
•Male Doctor finds female psych ward patient embroiled in a conspiracy that delves deep into the government, patient being sane but sent there so no one believes a word she says
•The college star athlete befriends the loner introvert, finding out why they transferred colleges and why they stay alone... Always
•Girl finds out her best friend is in love with the old her whilst finding out her current boyfriend has slowly been changing her into his ex... Just as he's done with every girlfriend he's had before he's buried them alive
Basic Plots:
What do you do when your roommate steals your boyfriend and they just so happen to be everywhere you are? Well, you make a deal with the devil and become everything you hate for revenge, duh! A bit of a cliche craving and a bit broad in terms of where things can go, but one of us would be the free spirit or rebel and the other perhaps shy, reserved or perhaps just a straight up prude with no qualms about being so! This would be more of a slice of life with emphasis on building up the world through the relationship with one another and the various NPCs bound to be created. Drama is always welcome!
More Specific Plots:
You and your childhood best friend have been thick as thieves longer than you have been alive. Family friends, nearly siblings in likeness, you've been at each other's side nearly every day for a little less than 30 years. But one day you find out their secret when they climb through your window, very much injured and in need of an alibi. It's a lucky thing you're so accident prone you've learned basic first aid by that point.
But things become very complicated quickly when the next morning you're dragged to the police station and are interrogated about the whereabouts of your best friend. That is when you learn about the truth behind their families fortune, the person you thought you knew being a part of a crime ring focused on stealing very valuable art and jewels for various individuals. The head investigator in charge of pursuing your friend forces you to live with them to make sure you are innocent of any crimes but also to lure in your friend who has always been quite protective of you. This can be a pairing of the friends, of the head investigator and his charge, or a love triangle between the three.
But things become very complicated quickly when the next morning you're dragged to the police station and are interrogated about the whereabouts of your best friend. That is when you learn about the truth behind their families fortune, the person you thought you knew being a part of a crime ring focused on stealing very valuable art and jewels for various individuals. The head investigator in charge of pursuing your friend forces you to live with them to make sure you are innocent of any crimes but also to lure in your friend who has always been quite protective of you. This can be a pairing of the friends, of the head investigator and his charge, or a love triangle between the three.
Two childhood friends were separated due to one family moving out of the small town for whatever reason. This idea could have them meeting at college, a job, or a high school reunion, but fluffy romance is sure to follow. This idea will delve deep into the complex emotions of going from friends to lovers with hope for various drama to be added in many different ways. Potential game changer; One of our characters is a spy or body guard.