Lady Selune

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

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Lady Selune Wishes to RP With You! [Always Looking] [Ignore Post Count (It's All Bumps)]

Greetings and well met! I’m Lady Selune, and I’ve been around the block quite a few times by now. In this interest check, you’ll find the full extent of plots, pairings and even worlds that I’ve come up with and are interested in writing about and in! Although I do dislike frontloading people with rules, I would much prefer to make sure we both go into this with a clear understanding of expectations!

• I don’t appreciate being ghosted. I really don’t appreciate being ghosted. If you plan on going away, tell me please! I won’t get angry, and I’m perfectly happy to put an RP on hold or amicably part ways if you can’t or don’t want to continue. Ghosting me just makes me view you in a bad light should you ever want to RP with me again.
• If a spellchecker can tag mistakes, please correct them. I'm fairly lax about this sort of thing, but I consider myself a 'high casual/low advanced,' writer normally, so I would appreciate people taking care of what they send me.
• If you want to do 18+ RPs with me, please be over 18.
• Please don't reply to this thread. If you do, I will assume you haven't read the rules, and I will ignore you.
• If you've read and understand all these rules, when you contact me, tell me what Selune is goddess of. Hint: Big round glowy thing that appears in the night sky. Involved in tides.

Plots that I'm particularly interested in doing at the current time.

Welcome to the Nightlife
A cyberpunk RP involving a predatory, heavily modified CEO and their much less modified, quite unfortunate new secretary. More details avaliable on request.

Alternate History
Looking to do a very, very specific plot related to The Man in the High Castle. Hollywood starlets meet with resistance leaders on the western coast of the German-Controlled United States.

A simple list of pairings that I'm interested in doing. Feel free to ask me about any of these- I normally have some sort of vague plot in mind. Any marked with a ‘⭐’ is one that I am particularly interested in.

• Superpowered individuals, be they villains or heroes. (⭐)
• Screw-up Superstar x Agent
• Mercenary x Mercenary
• Bodyguard/butler x Charge
• DIY Little Sis
• (Urban Fantasy) Monster handler x Monster (⭐)
• (Urban Fantasy) Mage x Normal
• (Urban Fantasy) Occult investigator x Occult/Demonic entity
• Human x [Species] (High fantasy. Dwarves, Elves, Orcs, etc)
• Human x Djinn/Nymph/Spirit
• Human x Human (High Fantasy)
• Human x Human (Low fantasy- think Mount and Blade)
• Bounty hunter x Bounty hunter
• Dragonrider x Dragon
• Wildman x Cultured (Tarzan!)(⭐)
• DIY Archangel pairing
• DIY Archdemon pairing
• DIY Lucifer/Michelle pairing

Anything from pre-established worlds. Please note that I do not play with or as canon characters- I want to bring my own twist to these worlds rather than just aping on what's already been established. Any marked with a ‘⭐’ is one that I am particularly interested in.

• GATE: And So The JSDF Fought.(⭐)
• Apex Legends
• Dishonoured (⭐)
• Pokémon
• Game of Thrones
• Towergirls
• Darkest Dungeon (⭐)
• Warhammer
• C.H.E.R.U.B.
• Zootopia/Zootropolis (⭐)
• Titanfall
• Magic: The Gathering
• Ask for others that you don't see here but would still be interested in RPing. I'm always open to new suggestions, but bear in mind I might not be well-versed enough in the world to be able to properly RP it.

A comprehensive list of all of the plots I'm currently considering. These can well involve 18+ themes, but don’t have to, unlike those lower down.

After the Flames
A post-apocalyptic plot set after a nuclear war. Radiation is a major concern, the world is entering a deep freeze, society has crumbled and those that are left to survive struggle to pull themselves back together again in these dark and difficult times.

Dead No More
Your standard zombie-apocalypse affair. Survivors hunker down either in the frigid cold of the arctic or in the middle of a city, each environment bringing with its own unique challenges thanks to the sea of cadavers ready to tear a person apart for a wrong move.

Burn Big Brother
Rebels with a cause, and a very specific cause indeed; bring down the totalitarian government. Thoughtcrimes will be committed today, no matter how many die. The system is broken- burn it to the ground and start anew.

Funky Fantasy
Fantasy with a twist. Two worlds have collided into each other, bringing with them very different versions of classic fantasy races. Barbarian and wild elves, sophisticated and cultured orcs, that sort of thing. A pace changer from the usual Tolkienesque.

Still Fantastical
A dungeonpunk setting with heavy D&D themes. A party sets out to make their fortunes, and although they are now travelling by trains rather than a carriage, there's still dungeons to be plundered, monsters are still to be beaten and adventures are to be had.

Cyberpunk
Specifically looking to do plots involving law enforcement and/or corporate enforcers. Part of the groups doing the widespread oppressing, although of course there's plenty of room for good old fashioned 'fuck the man' style RPs within cyberpunk.

The Wonders of Technology
With the singularity fast approaching, human beings find themselves obsolete, but as the technology improves, robots find themselves outdated too. Perhaps together, purpose can be found in this strange and wonderous world of long lives and free time.

Worlds of my own making! Generally, a fantasy version of real-world times and cultures, I have countries, conflicts and plots worked out for all of these, and am more than happy to give as many details as are needed!

The World of Kangato

Kangato is a feudal Japanese world struck with civil war. Lords, called daimyo, war against each other, the formerly dominant shogun unable to reel in the warring clans. The Emperor rallies those loyal to him to make a bid for power, whilst the temples carve out their own fiefs and peasants rise up, attempting to overthrow a system stacked against them

Death Denied
A great crusade is called, and answering the call is the Temple of the Rising Star. The warrior-maidens there depart with the other forces, and although they fight admirably, they are ultimately defeated by a larger force. Choosing death before dishonour, my character is about to take her own life, when your character, a reasonably powerful ward and renowned warrior, prevents her from doing so, and does exactly what she feared- take her captive.

A Master and a Maid
Your character is a new lord, recently granted his own manor by his liege. One of his friends gives him a number of precious gifts to help him in his new adventures, including a young slave (or free,) maid girl. Although diminutive and meek, she does her job well enough, and seems to have a special liking for her master that goes beyond her duties. Will her master reciprocate this, or will she end up alone?

Across the Nightingale Floor
Poor communication can most certainly kill, although in the case of one unsure assassin, it can do something almost as bad. When she is assigned to a mission to kill a lord, she takes no notice, however she is unaware that the lord is actually a powerful sorcerer. She manages, through pure blind luck, to avoid all but one of the charms and spells he has placed around his manor, although this one allows him the chance to cast a single spell- hypnosis.

The Rising Tide
Kangato is being overrun. A mysterious clan has been conquering all others, towns and cities snapped up by the red flags and strange soldiers. Little is known of their leader, not age, not name, not even gender, but all are in fear of them and the dragons at their beck and call. One soldier, who made the rather silly decision to fight back, has been taken as a prisoner, but his fate has been changed as they are led to an opulent and mysterious tent.

Not Even a Ronin
A foreigner arrives on the shores of Kangato, and is immediately beset by unfamiliarity. A wandering swordsman, in need of money and more than happy to lend steel to a gaijin, is more than pleased to assist with any queries the man might have... Or enemies he might need eliminated.

The World of Albion

A Tolkienesque/Arthurian western fantasy realm. Albion is a sprawling land, with kingdoms and empires having risen and fallen countless times in its long history. The woods are filled with demi humans hiding away from prying eyes, whilst the lands are bestrode by knights and wizards.

From Out of Legend
The impossible has become reality- the demi humans have come out of hiding. The king of Albion’s son, the heir to the kingdom itself, has been betrothed to an elven princess, although not is all as it seems, as she comes with a variety of rather lovely handmaidens and guards, all of them female, and all of them equally beautiful. Will the young prince remain faithful, or will the excess ruin him?

A Fine Day For A Joust
It is known, that men are the only gender that can become knights. Whilst women may find excellence as bounty hunters, only men have the sheer courage and integrity to wear the shining armour… Or at least that is what’s thought. One secret challenger has rose to prominence, but nobody knows who’s under the mask, or who their enigmatic page is. The answer can be discovered by one rather young knight…

Where the -18s must leave. Enclosed here are a variety of explicitly sexual plots and pairings, ranging from the tame to the… Not so tame. Any marked with a ‘⭐’ is one that I am particularly interested in.

• Male crossdressing
• Gothification; Like bimbofication, but turning someone into a goth instead
• Female or futa orc, male or female non-orcish race
• Anything furry
• Serial killers need love too
• Nomadic/semi-nomadic hunter-gatherer tribespeople
• Furry nomadic/Semi-nomadic hunter-gatherer tribespeople
• A one-night stand turns into something else
• Hypnotism. Non-con/pseudorape likely
• Bondage and domination-related lewd
• Dragons x human
• Dragons x dragon
• Incest.
• Ghosts that can solidify (⭐)
• Yandere (⭐)
• Tentacles
• Adam and Eve-style plot
• Furry global pet play
• /Ara/

A guilty pleasure of mine, even now. I used to have a long list of the various monstergirls, but instead I’lllink the official MGE wiki, and then some of my favourites- feel free to approach me about others though.

• Lamia
• Gremlins
• Black Harpies
• Salamanders
• Werewolf
• Holstaurus
• (Hob)Goblin
• Onis
• Imp
• (High) Orc

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Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

You folks probably saw this coming- I'm going to respectfully withdraw. Apologies Fargate.

Hellpact

She had risen early for breakfast, but that had turned out not to be needed. Still, there was nothing wrong with a refreshing continental to start the day off right. A cup of coffee, unlimited refills, that was very nice, a blueberry muffin, croissant and an orange. Not a whole lot, but she was a girl who had grown up used to full Englishes- anything smaller than a plate literally overflowing with food was a 'small' breakfast to her. When it turned out they were not to be summoned until later, she returned to her room, glad to have packed books and her laptop. She checked the world news, and then did a little idle digging.

So, it seemed that some of her thoughts had been correct. Devyn was a journalist. Hard hitting investigative journalist, lots of stories- including her heading to Sierra Leone and covering the Ebola epidemic. Quite the woman indeed. Lots more details about her neatly filed away in the brain of the Northern Irish lass, and indeed on her laptop. She saved a few choice quotes and links to files, before dragging it into a fresh folder and burying it deep within a labyrinth of other files, before finally encrypting it. Random password generator... I`0Kxy+oA= . Eh, not the worst it had ever thrown at her. Then onto a little more digging.

Most proved fruitless, sadly. Most... Except for the girl. An Australian serial killer targeting suspected paedophiles. Not only positively delightful, but also most likely one of her new colleagues. That... Disturbed her. Especially the messes left of some of those victims... Brr. More details were not forthcoming, which did irritate her, but she supposed that was the nature of "IS THIS THE NEW JACK THE RIPPER?" as one clickbait headline splashed across her laptop screen.

Now she had the advantage. People often said that knowledge was power, but they never seemed to understand how much that was the case. Plugging in her laptop- glad she had bought an adaptor at Heathrow, she slid in her heels and took out a more practical set of clothing. Loose jeans, a pair of running shoes, with heel support, a top, and then a denim jacket over that. Then onto the makeup. A little bit to hide her more harsher features, and then a little blusher, making sure to leave it a little unblended. Not so much she looked like a clown, but enough to give her more than a rosy glow. Then she slipped on her glasses. Lunch, then it was. Still no summons.

Instead of eating inside the hotel, she decided to take a walk. Annoyingly, being a residential district, there were no sit-down places for her to eat, so she dejectedly returned back to her hotel, another cup of coffee and a club sandwich secured. At least, she supposed, she had learned a little more of the neighbourhood, and that was something that could come in handy. Her meal was not that bad however. Ignoring the fact that the crisps, (not chips as the waitress kept insisting,) were sharp enough to turn the inside of her mouth to neat little ribbons, it was at least prepared well.

Then, finally, came the call. They returned to the parlour, another glass of milk in a crystal decanter (really not needed- cream was not a sufficient sedimentary product to require something like a decanter, but she wouldn't complain, really,) and then... Hellpact LLC. Of course. She restrained herself from smacking her own forehead, before doing so once she heard the details of the mission, audibly groaning. "Of course. How typical that we end up investigating one of the most stereotypical cases- to the point where everyone from Sherlock Holmes to Professor Layton has covered it." She finished the glass of milk, and was tempted to ask for a White Russian, but refrained. Alcohol afterwards. "Cream and coffee please, no sugar. Lots of cream." was her request when the butler returned. She supposed she had signed up to this.

Revealing of thyself.. or myself whichever sounds normal

Start with one thing?

But I don't know why?

Doesn't even matter how hard you try?

Lions and Wolves

Non nobis domine! Áve María, grátia pléna, Dóminus técum. Benedícta tū in muliéribus, et benedíctus frúctus véntris túi, Iésus. Sáncta María, Máter Déi, óra pro nóbis peccatóribus, nunc et in hóra mórtis nóstrae. Ámen.

I'm in.

Hellpact

Paid by... Arrogance. The sheer arrogance of him. She bit her tongue a little bit, even with the matter of her secret brought up. No need to make the fact he found his ability- if that was even true, repulsive... Nonetheless, the good lady stepped forward in order to clear things up, and she had been right. Pathetic logic be damned, she had known who it was using her own brain cells thank you very much. His tone of voice shifted, and a younger man with hair more like a modern art exhibition slumped down into his chair. The fact that Eve commented about his own observations made her a tad more nervous, but she breathed out slowly.

Surface level- How positively Machiavellian of him. Mention secrets, drag the one thing that people didn't want known to the surface, and then he could read it as if it was the darkest depths. The pink elephant conundrum weaponized by a mind reader. How fantastic. That being said, just because the pearl-clad lady had an odd son didn't mean that she wasn't still interest in continuing. She was more than willing to work for this lady- a paycheck whilst she continued to work on what she had always wanted anyway?

Then another round of things being cleared up. The Australian... Of course. That was why she seemed so unkempt, besides the fact that she seemed to be homeless. Riding in a suitcase. Devyn seemed... Frustrated at the revelation, but as more and more of the assembled crowd placed their hands into the metaphorical ring until there were none left not standing inside... It was time for minutia. Sorting out banking and passports, tax forms, all that sort of thing. A fresh identity in hand, and it was time for them to retire, thankfully.

Leaving the manor, she was filled with a mixture of feelings. Mostly mild frustration at the fact that she had to now fruitlessly work on suppressing her own memories around Lady Eve's son, but there was a hefty dose of suspicion, confusion and tiredness. The cool air caressed her face as she, and several others, made their way to the hotel. A fine establishment. It would do.

"Why hello, MTV."

OwO. Have I met someone who can challenge my memery? Surely not!