EtherealThorn

Recollections: Moon (Off-Urban Fantasy/Horror)

@OsoLOL we're on the same wave length

Recollections: Moon (Off-Urban Fantasy/Horror)

Are you still accepting? This is my cup of teeea

Ethereal's Enchanted Grove of Mature Tales

Hey. This isn't a dig, more of a heads up! It's very hard to read this thread due to the text colour you've chosen. It all needs to be highlighted! <3 Hope this comes across the right way. Your ideas are really cool.

@Caspian

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'll have to edit it once I'm on PC. I'm sure someone else has also had to highlight to read it lol. No digs or offense taken.

Ethereal's Enchanted Grove of Mature Tales

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Ethereal's Enchanted Grove of Mature Tales

UPDATED - Seeking a partner for a dark psychological tale of obsession, kingpin's, and the city's underbelly

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Um.. excuse me why is Noah so fine

We'll have to explore vampire and lycan relations for... Science

Ethereal's Enchanted Grove of Mature Tales

Bump - stay tuned for more plots.

Ethereal's Enchanted Grove of Mature Tales

✦ Ethereal's Enchanted Grove of Mature Tales ✦

The Grove waits. The Guardians watch.
Nothing here is taken.
Enter, and offer yourself to the Temptress.

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ABOUT ME

✧ Alias: Frankie
✧ Pronouns: She/Her
✧ Timezone: GMT-5/EST
✧ Writing Style: I write in third person. I'm a casual writer.
✧ Posting Speed: Varies. I can post once a day or multiple times. Depending on my work schedule.
✧ Experience Level: 20+

Welcome to my Grove.
Enter willingly. Nothing here is taken.
I am 25+, female, and a devoted reader of romance in all its forms. Desire is the foundation of my stories. Longing, tension, slow corruption, devotion earned through fire. Romance is never an afterthought here. It is the spell that binds everything together.
All of my plots includes romance(not the sole focus), and where romance blooms, intimacy follows.I enjoy smut as much as anyone else who strays this far into the woods, but I have no interest in empty encounters. I want chemistry that crackles, words that linger, and characters who feel drawn together long before they ever touch.
Dark, and twisted paths are welcome. Tragedy sharpens the blade. Loss, obsession, temptation, and ruin give stories weight. If it aches, if it threatens to break us, then the Grove is listening.
I write MXF and play female characters. I’m here to build a world with you, to let the plot coil slowly, and to allow desire to grow like roots beneath the soil. Patient. Inevitable.
If you seek atmosphere, desire, hunger, and romance that feels dangerous because it matters…
Step closer, and offer yourself to the Temptress of the Grove

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LIKES & DISLIKES

🌿 Likes

• MxFxM/Reverse Harem
• Villain gets the girl
• Enemies to lovers/Frenemies to lovers
• Fake Dating
• Human x Supernatural/Monster romance

🍂 Dislikes

• Sci-Fi (I struggle to connect with it, though I do enjoy Aliens)
• Smut without story
• Anthros as romantic/sexual partners(I don't mind ears, tails, horns, and shapeshifters)

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STORY SEEDS

🌙The Grove whispers for what it desires most:

The Grove hungers for balance, for heat and devotion. It does not ask for simple pairings or ordinary love, but for connections that balance and intertwine. There, a woman may find herself cherished by two devoted hearts, one steady as roots, the other fierce as flame.​

The Grove knows that passion is most potent when shared, when loyalty and longing circle together, and when three willing hearts surrender to a single, irresistible pull.

M x F x M

The Keeper, The Shield, and The Blade

In Mordoth , castles do not stand on stone alone. They stand on magic. Each is protected by a sacred artifact known as a Runebound Ring, and by the rare mage sworn to guard it, the Keeper.

Her duty is simple in theory: protect the relic, maintain its power, and ensure the fortress never falls.

To the crown she is an asset to be managed. To the court she is a curiosity to be watched. To enemies she is an obscure to be moved. To two very different men, she is impossible to ignore.

When Kingdoms across Mordoth begin to mysteriously fail, panic spreads through the realm. Rings lose power, runes fall silent, and fortresses crumble from within. Following the trail carefully laid for her, the throne discovers its most important Keeper has left her post without authorization. Fearing sabotage or treachery, they dispatch their best to bring her back.

The Shield - Captain of the Guard . Honorable, steady, unwavering discipline. His orders are clear: find the Keeper and return her safely to Vanshaven.

The Blade - The Royal Enforcer. Known for his ruthless efficiency and colder reputation. His instructions are simpler, and far less gentle: ensure the ring does not fall into the wrong hands, whatever the cost.

On the road, alliances shift and secrets unravel. Danger presses close. And the tension between Keeper, Shield, and Blade ignites into something fierce, heated, and gloriously reckless, as she discovers that power is not the only force capable of bringing a kingdom to its knees.

War is rising. Betrayal waits in every shadow.

And the bond growing between the three of them may be the only thing strong enough to save Mordoth… or burn it all to the ground.

The Third Roommate

After a messy breakup leaves her scrambling for a new place to live, she answer’s an ad for a gorgeous downtown apartment that sounds almost too good to be true.
It is
Because it comes with two very attractive complications.
The apartment belongs to two best friends since college, that have lived together for the past two years. They’re relaxed, funny, and far too easy to be comfortable around. When she meets them, the vibe is immediate and electric
They need a roommate.
She needed a fresh start.
The decision is impulsive. The consequences are not.

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The Art of Control - Slice of Life

He's a global rockstar, accustomed to being wanted. Desire trails him like an expectation, effortless and unquestioned. Drugs, bodies, temptation. It's all background noise until a private party on tour slips out of control. The fallout never reaches the public.
But it's severe enough that his manager hires her.
A crisis cleaner brought in to contain the damage and keep him functional. Controlled. Unimpressed. Entirely immune to his charm. She doesn't want him. She doesn't need him. And she treats his magnetism like a liability instead of a gift.
What begins as professional oversight turns into a slow, intoxicating power game. He's used to being desired. She's used to being obeyed. Every interaction tightens the tension, restraint brushing too close to intimacy, authority blurring into possession.
And when control starts to feel like desire, both of them are forced to confront the same dangerous question:
Who's really in control, and what happens when she decides she doesn't want to let go?

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Heart of Flames - High Fantasy

Once, he was the Knight Commander of the Crimson Knights, fearless and unyielding, a living banner beneath which hope rallied. Now he was a broken man, his command ruined and his faith in himself fractured by a tragedy he could neither outrun nor forget. Though his skill with a blade remained lethal, guilt, drink, and recklessness had tarnished his leadership and driven him inward, leaving only a shadow of the man his soldiers once followed without question. She was always at his side. His First Captain. They grew up together, trained together, and swore their oaths beneath the same crimson banners. She followed him into the order without hesitation, admiring his strength, his conviction, and the man he was. Perhaps she loved him. Perhaps she still does. While he unraveled, she stayed, holding the Crimson Knights together through sheer will and loyalty. The realm is no longer safe. A corrupt King rules through fear, guided by a powerful sorceress whose influence spreads death and terror across the land. Villages burn, refugees flood the roads, and hope grows thin. As the Knight Commander retreats into his despair, the First Captain takes on the burden of leadership in all but name, protecting the people they both swore to defend and keeping the Knights and Kingdom from collapse.
The Knights need their Commander. The realm needs him even more. Yet the greatest battle is not against the King or his sorceress, but against the ruin within his own soul.
The question remains whether the Knight Commander can rise from the ashes of his failure, reclaim his blade and his purpose, and lead the Crimson Knights once more, or whether loyalty, love, and survival will force a reckoning neither of them is prepared to face.

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War Bound and Wounded - High Fantasy/Monster Romance

She is one of the best healers in her kingdom, renowned for her ability to mend even the gravest wounds. But when her kingdom falls into conflict, she is captured along with other humans by a conquering orc army.
Marked for execution, she expects death, but the Orc War Chief has other plans. Fierce, commanding, and feared across battlefields, he keeps her alive, not out of mercy, but because her talents are too valuable to waste. Her powers are different from their Shaman's magic
Thrown into a tense, dangerous world, she must navigate captivity, the harsh rules of the Orc army, and the unpredictable War Chief whose motives are as dangerous as his strength. Survival may depend on her wits….. and maybe something more unexpected.

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The Fox Spirit's Bride - High Fantasy/Supernatural

When she becomes lost among shifting paths and whispering trees, a beautiful stranger appears golden eyed, soft voiced, and far too calm for someone wandering the woods at night. He offers her guidance, safe passage, and protection from the spirits that stalk humans after dark. For a price. A simple contract, he says. A harmless binding, he insists. Just a small promise in exchange for his help.
The contract was a marriage bond, cleverly worded in ancient fox magic. Her "guide" is no human at all, but a six-tailed kitsune who needs a bride to complete a powerful ritual, one that will earn him his seventh tail.
Now she is tied to him by magic, bound to his den and his world of illusion. He is cunning, possessive, and far too pleased with himself… but also deeply invested in keeping her alive and close.
She must navigate fox politics, jealous spirits, and a husband who lies beautifully and who refuses to release her until the ritual is complete.

He says it's just business. She says it's manipulation. But the more time she spends with him, the more she starts to see glimmers of something beneath his tricks. And the more he fears that when she learns the full truth… she'll run.
And this time, he won't let her go.

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"Warden's Claim: The Last Seer - Urban Fantasy/ Sex focused plot

This plot involves heavy world building, please see my separate thread for it

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Last Call for Mercy - Dark Romance

Late-night shifts, cheap tips, and neon lights. That was her whole world. Until the night she saw something she was never meant to see.

Working as a bartender in one of the city’s most popular bars, she keeps her head down and her life simple. But after witnessing a murder inside the club after hours, her ordinary life collapses. The bar is not what she believed. The man who owns it is not who he pretends to be. And the violence hiding behind polished smiles is far closer than she ever imagined.

The first rule of bartending is simple: don’t listen.

By breaking that rule, she’s pulled into the city’s underworld and becomes the focus of a dangerous man’s attention. His mercy feels like a cage, and the more she tries to keep her distance, the deeper his obsession and control slip into every corner of her world.

You don’t escape men like him.

In his world, mercy always comes with a price.
And she is about to learn the cost.

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🕯️ Open to brainstorming? Absolutely summon me.

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LIMITS & BOUNDARIES

🛑 Hard Limits:

• Rape
• Gaping anything
• Incest

⚠️ Soft Limits / Fade-to-Black:

• Non-con
• (please see below!)

✨ Notes:
Anything else partners should know to keep the forest calm, consensual, and safe: f-list.net/c/mgz

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Magic favours those who linger. Reach out and see what answers.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Casey Mercer

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Location: outside the underground• Time: Night

Interactions: Tessa@Potter Luther @AuthenticTomb • Mentions: none

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A howl ripped through the outside of the club, sharp, guttural, full of fury.
Not fear. Not panic. A warning. A challenge.

She shoved through the chaos in the crowd, shouldering past bodies locked in their own violent whirl. Her shoulder burned, hot and sharp where the brute vampire’s claw had raked moments ago, the sting flaring every time she moved. But the pain only pushed her forward, honed her senses into a single, lethal line.

The shift in temperature slapped at the wound the moment she burst through the exit, cold air biting into the torn flesh. She hissed through her teeth, But the scent outside was worse than the pain.

Blood. Fresh blood. Lycan blood. And underneath it, the metallic rot of vampires.

Her gaze snapped to the shape splayed in the grass.
A wolf. Female. Downed hard. Casey rushed to her side. The scent hit a beat before the sight did: blood, vampire bite, that sharp metallic taint crawling over the girl’s skin.
Fuck…]But there it was... a heartbeat. Weak, fluttering, but alive.

Casey dropped to one knee, one hand bracing the earth, the other sliding to the girl’s head. Her skin was warm, fevered and slick with sweat. She cupped her palm gently over her hairline, steadying her, grounding her.
“I’ve got you,” she breathed, low and fierce, a promise wrapped in adrenaline. “Stay down, and play dead. You move, they’ll come back for you.” her voice was more growl than whisper. She lifted her head, scanning the darkness around them. Every inch of her was wired and ready, nostrils flaring, pupils wide, the night painting a predator’s sheen over her eyes. “Let them think you’re already dead,” she murmured. Her hand squeezed the girl’s shoulder once, firm and grounding. “I’ll come back for you.”

The night pulsed through all her senses, chaos from inside the underground, distant snarl,s and then metallic tang of spilled blood thickening the air. Casey’s gaze swept the clearing again and caught another shape further out. Another wolf lay less than ten yards away. His fur was torn open at the shoulder, the bite unmistakable.. rhe kind that reeked of vampire venom, sharp and rotting at the edges.

She moved before the thought even formed, legs pumping, shoulder screaming, adrenaline drowning everything but instinct. The world narrowed to the wounded wolf on the ground and the three shapes closing in on him like carrion birds. Casey sprinted harder.

She launched herself the last few feet, her bones already splitting, reshaping, fur bursting through skin. The shift tore through her mid-air. She soared over the downed wolf and came down on the vampire in front of him like a blade. They crashed together in a tangle of limbs and dirt, but she had the advantage, her jaws clamped down before he could even snarl. She felt his windpipe crush between her teeth, the vampire’s hands clawing uselessly at her fur as she tore through cartilage and cold flesh.

The other two froze, just for a heartbeat. Shock. Recognition... hunger. Then they lunged.
One came for her flank, the other for her back, fangs bared. She felt the second vampies shadow fall over her. Her hind leg snapped backwards in one brutal strike. The force sent the vampire flying, tumbling through the grass with a choked, startled snarl.

But the third vampire was already on her.

He hit her from the side, latching onto her shoulder, jaws snapping for her neck, fangs angled in
Casey’s front paw shot up and she slammed it across his throat.
The force stopped his bite mid-lunge, pinning him back, her claws digging into the soft places beneath his jaw. With a hiss of rage, the vampire drove it's claw straight into her thigh, burying it deep enough to drag a sharp howl from her. Then he raked upward, tearing through flesh, shredding muscle, hot blood spilling down her leg in a fast, brutal rush.

Pain lit her nerves like lightning. But she couldn't stop now. Not here. Not with two wolves already down.

She flung the vampire off her, his body skidding across the grass in a snarl of limbs. The motion tore at her thigh; She staggered back, claws digging into the dirt to catch herself, a low growl rattling out of her chest.

Both vampires were back on their feet now.

Casey steadied herself despite the throb ripping through her leg, her breath a deep, rumbling growl. She planted her good paw forward, angling her body to shield the downed wolf completely.

The vampires mirrored each other as they circled. She could feel their hunger like hot fingers on her spine, could taste the next collision in the air.
Casey braced herself, lips peeling back from her blood slicked canines, ready to meet them both head on.

A second howl poured into the night, this one rising from inside the underground.

The fight was only beginning.

Warden's Claim: The Last Seer [[21+ Urban-Fantasy. Rich world building, and intimacy focused plot]]

Welcome
To my little Paradise

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Call me Fran or Frankie, whatever name I've gathered over the years! I'm 25+ and a lady. Recently I’ve been expanding my writing, and roleplaying, and I present to you a project I’ve been working on for awhile(but never had the confidence to develop). I’m seeking a committed long term partner that enjoys rich world building. This RP is an urban-fantasy with sex and intimacy a big focus of the plot(a first for me).

See below!

Format: MC x YC

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Warden's Claim: The Last Seer

Seer x Veil Warden

In a city where demons slip through the cracks, only the Veil Wardens can stand between humanity and the shadows. Immortal warriors charged with hunting escaped demonic entities. A Warden haunted by his inner hunger, never expected to encounter a human who could see the truth of the Veil.
She is one of the last Free Seers. Rare, powerful, and hunted by forces that would see her dead if discovered. Desire, obsession, and the pull of her power make letting her face the shadows alone impossible.

Veil Wardens

Elite Warriors that protect the human world from demons and other entities from the Veil. (A shadowed realm overlapping reality) They maintain order among supernatural fractions and enforce Council directive. Some are Warden born, some are humans or half-demons who became Wardens(we can decide how)
Wardens burn energy at an unnatural rate. Wardens must recharge energy via human blood and sexual energy. Wardens carry unstable divine/demonic fragments. Human blood, filled with life essence tempers that fragment, stabilizing Wardens.
Warden’s don’t need sex to survive, but they can’t reach full strength without it. Some Warden’s are barely functioning without a bonded human source. Pleasure floods the human nervous system with energy, amplifying the “feed.”

Roles in Society

★ High Wardens/Elders - Ancient Wardens who server as leaders or advisors, some make up the Council.
★ Senior Wardens: Veteran Wardens, supervise operations and train younger Wardens.
★ Veil Wardens: Elite warriors that hunt demons and enforce Veil Laws. The backbone of all Warden Operations(YC)
★ Novice Wardens: New Recruits training in Veil and magic combat
★ Rogue/Independent Wardens: Operate outside Council rules.

Warden Rules and Culture

★ Every Warden is trained to prioritize the protection of humanity from Veil creatures.
★ Personal feelings are secondary to the mission
★ Wardens operate in the shadows. Humans must be kept unaware of demons, the veil, the Warden and Council society. Bonded Humans are the only exception.
★ Breaking secrecy is considered a serious violation, punishable by the Council.
★ Loyalty to fellow Wardens is sacred, betrayal is considered unforgivable
★ Each Warden may bond with one human for recharge.
★ Recharging involves blood and sexual energy, but emotional harm mut be minimized.
★ Human rechargers are protected, valued, but considered “replaceable”
★ Wardens are forbidden from using Seers for selfish gain or experimentation
★ All bonding requires consent. Wardens violating a human’s consent risk discipline exile or even death.
★ Wardens are forbidden from bonding with Seers.

The Seers

Rare humans gifted with visions of the Veil. Often feared, hunted or controlled because of their power. Can sense unstable portals or rifts, see Demons in human form. Sense when Wardens are close to burning out. Most Seers go insane or die young if their power's aren't contained. Some Seers are born, others are “awakened” through traumatic experiences.

Seers possess Veil aligned life force and energy, naturally resonating with Wardens. So, Wardens are drawn to Seers, almost instinctively. It isn't just desire, it’s a combination of physical, emotional, and magical resonance. The pull is strongest when the Seer’s power is untapped or potent. Even Wardens who try to remain detached feel a subconscious pull toward bonding, making resistance difficult. Wardens may feel protective, obsession, or longing they cannot fully explain. Humans blood and sexual energy sustain Wardens and provide emotional grounding, while a Seers transform Wardens, unlocking their full potential, creating mystical, physical, and emotional synergy.

Roles in Society

★Council Seers
Council Seers make up most of the Seer population. They are controlled or co-opted by the Council to advise, study or empower Wardens. They study demonic incursions, Veil anomalies, and Warden magic amplification. High-level Seers may act as controlled rechargers for elite Wardens, under Council supervision. The Council keeps them to manipulate Wardens and factions. A Seer can be a bargaining chip in Warden conflicts, Veil disputes, or inter-species politics. Surviving Seers are trained from a young age (if captured as children) to master their powers and suppress dangerous instincts

★ Free Seers.
Rare, and typically hiding or unknown to the Council. (My character)

★ Rogue Seers
Huntable by Wardens or Council enforcers; considered too dangerous to exist outside supervision.

Humans

Most humans live ordinary lives, completely oblivious to demons, Wardens, and Seers

Roles in Society

★ Ordinary Humans
Unaware of the supernatural world. Occasionally stumble into Veil activity (accidental witnesses, victims of demons). Can be endangered by Wardens battles, Veil rifts, or demon attacks.

★ Human Rechargers
Recharge fWardens via blood and sexual energy, enhancing Warden strength, stamina, and combat focus. Often involved emotionally with their Warden, creating tension and jealousy with Seers or other humans.

Demons

Creatures from the Veil, feeding on fear, trauma, and raw human energy. Some are mindless predators, others are intelligent manipulators. Certain factions of demons want to destabilize the Council, free surviving Seers and harness them for power. Demons can possess, corrupt, and open Veil rifts, making them extremely dangerous in the city.

The Council

The Council governs all matters related to the Veil, Wardens, and surviving Seers. Outwardly, they maintain order and secrecy; inwardly, they are political, manipulative, and often morally gray.
They function as both government and judiciary, controlling supernatural activity in the city and regulating the balance between Wardens, Seers, and Demons.

DM me if you're interested!