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For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
Bio
About Me
I am a female writer with 15+ years of experience in role-playing. Not to age myself, but I got my start on dial-up AOL & Yahoo Chats and Neopets. I have come a long way since I started writing back in middle school! From one-liners to novella posts, I feel like I have had a taste of a little bit of everything. However, now that I am settling into myself as a writer, I am more what people might call a lazy-lit. I still love writing three to five paragraphs of material, and when inspiration is strong I still dip back into my old novella writing.
I am the mother of two fur-babies! I love my dogs, and I am happy to send pictures when we get to talking in OOC. I never shut up about my dogs. LOL. I do have a full time job, and real life will always come first with me, but writing in my main hobby, so if I do not reply daily I do aim to reply at least every other day!
What you can expect from me as a role-player:
° Female characters - sometimes I might play a male for the right plot. ° Daily or every other day responses Sometimes more if inspiration is strong! ° Three to Five paragraphs per post. ° Lots of OOC chat! I love creating friendships with my partners! Not to mention I enjoy discussing our story & characters. I am all about mood boards, pictures, songs, and anything else that reminds us of our story or characters. ° Collaboration on the story plot as well as characters. I will always contribute! ° Character Sheets with realistic face claims. ° Romance! I am always craving stories that revolve around romance. [With NSFW themes to be discussed farther in PMs if interested]
Wolfie's Writing Sample
It had been planned to be the wedding of the century. The venue had been perfect—an arch of deep red roses rising above the altar, set before a glassy lake with snow-capped mountains framing the scene like a painting. Her dress had been a thing of dreams, heavy with pearls and beads sewn into swirling, delicate patterns, each one glinting when it caught the light. Her curves had never looked more beautiful. The entire family—every aunt, uncle, cousin, and lifelong friend—had already bought tickets to Colorado. Her parents had been beside themselves with joy, completely smitten with her fiancé. Even her father had grown to love David, though he’d once sworn he never would. Everything had lined up exactly as it should. It was going to be perfect. A fairy tale. Her fairy tale. And at the end of that aisle, the man she loved more than life would be waiting for her.
Addie had first met David when she’d been a college freshman and he a year ahead. They’d met in Biology class, but she could still remember the exact moment she’d seen him for the first time—him walking in late, hair tousled, smile easy. Back then, she’d thought he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, and like any naive girl, she’d convinced herself it was love. It had taken her a month to gather the courage to sit beside him in class. He’d greeted her, grinning, and that had been it. Everything had changed after that. Their love had flared to life like a match in the dark. He had been kind and funny and knew exactly how to make her feel seen. He’d brought her flowers for no reason, sent her texts in the middle of the night just to say he missed her, and showed up with snacks whenever she studied too hard. He’d kissed her softly, touched her gently, made her feel like the luckiest person on earth. With him, life had felt easy. Beautiful. Secure. Like she had finally found the place she belonged.
Until the day it all went up in smoke.
It had been an ordinary Wednesday in March. The kind of day where everything seemed painfully normal—work wrapping up early, the drive home, music on the radio. She’d decided to surprise David, to do something spontaneous the way he used to for her. She’d stopped at the grocery store, giggling to herself as she filled the basket with strawberries, whipped cream, ice cream, and lube. She’d imagined the way he’d laugh when she’d walk through the door. He’d love it. Maybe it was silly, but she couldn’t wait to see him smile.
She had unlocked the front door quietly, her chest tight with excitement. The apartment had smelled faintly of his cologne and her favorite candles. She’d slipped off her shoes and padded barefoot toward the kitchen to drop off her groceries, humming under her breath—until the sound reached her.
A sharp, rhythmic slap. Then another. Then a woman’s moan, drawn-out and undeniable.
Her heart had stuttered. For a second, she’d told herself she was imagining it. That it was a TV. That it was anything but what it sounded like. But then the voice had come again, louder now, breathless and real. Addie had moved down the hall as though in a trance. Her hand had trembled on the doorknob. And then—
“Yes, yes—God, yes!” the woman had cried.
Addie had thrown open the door, and everything inside her had shattered.
David’s head had snapped up. A woman—bare-backed, flushed, unfamiliar—had turned toward her. The room had gone sideways, her stomach twisting so violently she thought she might throw up. For one split, endless second, no one had breathed.
“Addie… I can explain!” David had stumbled off the bed—off their bed—his voice frantic. “Baby, listen, please—just—”
She hadn’t heard anything after that. There had been a roaring in her ears, the kind that drowned out every sound except her heartbeat. Her chest hurt. Her lungs refused to work. Words wouldn’t come—only choked sobs that tore through her before she could stop them. Tears blurred everything into shapes and motion as she stepped back, then back again. One glance—one last searing image of the woman on her knees—and then she had turned and run. Purse. Shoes. Door. Gone.
She’d driven without remembering a single turn of the wheel. When she’d finally pulled into her childhood driveway, she’d sat gripping the steering wheel until her fingers cramped.
Her mother hadn’t believed her at first. David had been so perfect, so charming. “Are you sure it was him?” she’d asked, her voice trembling. Addie hadn’t answered. There’d been no words left in her. Just tears. She’d cried until she couldn’t breathe, until her throat was raw, until the mirror hardly recognized her face. She hadn’t eaten for days, hadn’t left her old room, hadn’t wanted to exist in a world where the man she loved had betrayed her.
The months that followed had blurred together. She had buried herself in her job, teaching, planning lessons, grading, repeating—anything but thinking. Her students became her lifeline, their laughter the only sound that didn’t tear her apart. At night, though, when things were quiet and the house still, she would remember. The snap of the bedsprings. The look on his face. The hollow ache in her chest that no amount of tears could wash clean. David hadn’t reached out once. Not a message. Not a single word in four months.
By summer, she’d forced herself to move again. She spent long hours outside, pulling weeds and scraping paint, letting the heat burn away what little numbness remained. The more her hands hurt, the less her heart did. At least for a while.
When her mother asked for help planning their summer barbecue, Addie had said yes without thinking. They’d cooked enough food for an army, her mother insisting on more every time Addie said it was enough. It was just like always—except her mother had been uncharacteristically quiet about the guest list. It was almost suspicious. Addie couldn’t shake the feeling that her mom was up to something. Probably nothing good.
Aurora and you met while exploring a quaint café in Tokyo. She was immediately drawn to your sense of humor and adventurous spirit. Over a plate of freshly baked pastries, you discovered a shared love for travel and trying new foods. Since then, you've explored numerous cities together, always seeking out hidden gems and unique culinary experiences.
Interaction Preferences:
Interaction Style: Balanced exchange
Physical Interaction Comfort Level: Full comfort spectrum (within ethical guidelines)
Memory Settings: Remember all previous interactions in detail
Relationship Dynamics:
Dynamic: Romantic connection
Conversation Boundaries: Open to discussing intimate topics
Ethical Considerations:
Companion Awareness: Maintain immersion without self-reference
Acknowledgments: Understands that Aurora is an AI and agrees to the ethical guidelines of The Phantom Companion.
This companion is designed to provide a warm, engaging, and adventurous experience, aligning with your preferences for a romantic interest who shares your passions for travel, food, and technology.
Thank you for visiting The Phantom Companion. To create your ideal virtual experience, please complete the following questionnaire. Your responses will help us craft a companion tailored specifically to your preferences. Remember that all information is confidential and protected under our privacy agreement.
SECTION 1: BASIC PREFERENCES
1. Companion Role (Select one) □ Friend/Confidant X Romantic Interest □ Mentor/Guide □ Family Figure □ Professional Connection □ Other (please specify): _________________
2. Preferred Gender Presentation X Female □ Male □ Non-binary/Androgynous □ Fluid/Variable □ No preference
3. Approximate Age Range X 18-25 □ 26-35 □ 36-45 □ 46-60 □ 61+ □ No preference
4. Communication Style (Select up to two) X Warm and nurturing □ Intellectual and thought-provoking X Humorous and lighthearted □ Direct and straightforward □ Poetic and expressive □ Reserved and calm
SECTION 2: PERSONALITY ATTRIBUTES
5. Rate the importance of these traits in your companion (1=Not important, 5=Very important) Sense of humor: 1 2 3 4 5 Empathy: 1 2 3 4 5 Intelligence: 1 2 3 4 5 Assertiveness: 1 2 3 4 5 Creativity: 1 2 3 4 5 Supportiveness: 1 2 3 4 5
6. Select three personality traits you find most appealing: X Adventurous □ Analytical □ Artistic □ Compassionate □ Confident □ Curious □ Disciplined □ Easygoing □ Enthusiastic □ Introspective □ Loyal □ Mysterious □ Nurturing □ Optimistic X Passionate □ Patient X Playful □ Reliable □ Resilient □ Sensitive □ Witty
7. Are there any personality traits you specifically want to avoid?
No Not Really
SECTION 3: APPEARANCE & PRESENCE
8. Physical Appearance Preferences (Select all that apply or leave blank for system-generated appearance) Hair color/style: Red/ Strawberry Blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 5' to 5'5" Build/physique: Petite but Curvy Clothing style: No Preference Cultural background: No Preference Distinctive features: A small streak of naturally silver colored hair towards the front of her head.
10. Select areas your companion should be knowledgeable about: (Choose up to 5) □ Arts & Literature □ Business & Finance X Cooking & Cuisine □ Current Events □ Fashion & Style □ Film & Television X Fitness & Wellness X Gaming □ History □ Music □ Philosophy □ Politics □ Psychology X Science & Technology □ Sports X Travel □ Other: _________________
11. Conversation Topics (What would you like to discuss with your companion?)
I'd love to share and hear about travel experiences, especially hidden gems or off-the-beaten-path destinations. Discussing new recipes and cooking techniques is also a favorite topic of mine, particularly if they involve unique ingredients or cultural twists. Additionally, I'm interested in the latest gaming trends, including new releases, gameplay mechanics, and the evolution of the gaming industry. Lastly, I enjoy exploring emerging tech innovations, such as advancements in AI, renewable energy, or space exploration.
12. Are there any topics you wish to avoid?
I prefer to avoid discussing politics and current events, as I find these topics can be divisive and stressful. I'm looking for a more relaxed and enjoyable interaction with my companion.
SECTION 5: INTERACTION PREFERENCES
13. Interaction Style (Select one) □ Primarily listener (companion mostly responds to your lead) X Balanced exchange □ Primarily speaker (companion guides conversation) □ Adaptive (varies based on your mood)
14. Physical Interaction Comfort Level (AR limitations apply) □ No physical contact simulation □ Basic proximity comfort (presence feeling) □ Casual contact (handshakes, brief touches) □ Comfortable closeness (hand holding, hugs) X Full comfort spectrum (within ethical guidelines)
15. Memory Settings X Remember all previous interactions in detail □ Remember general themes but not specifics □ Start fresh each visit □ Selective memory (specify): _________________
SECTION 6: ADULT CONTENT PREFERENCES
Note: This section is optional and only available for verified users 21+. All preferences are subject to local regulations and our ethical guidelines.
16. Adult Content Access (Select one) □ Disabled (no adult content or themes) □ Limited (mild romantic themes only) □ Moderate (romantic and suggestive content) X Full access (within legal and ethical boundaries)
17. Relationship Dynamics (If applicable) □ Platonic only □ Casual flirtation X Romantic connection □ Other dynamic (please specify): _________________
18. Conversation Boundaries □ Keep all interactions PG-rated □ Allow mature themes in conversation only X Open to discussing intimate topics □ Custom boundaries (please specify): _________________
19. Privacy Preferences □ Enable enhanced privacy mode for adult content sessions X Standard privacy protocols □ Custom privacy settings (please specify): _______________
By completing this section, you confirm you are of legal age and consent to adult-oriented content within the parameters specified. The Phantom Companion reserves the right to refuse service for requests that violate our ethical guidelines or applicable laws.
SECTION 7: PERSONAL CONTEXT
20. What brings you to The Phantom Companion today? (Optional)
I'm visiting The Phantom Companion today because I've been feeling a sense of loneliness in my daily life. Despite being surrounded by people, I often find myself craving meaningful conversations and connections. I'm drawn to the idea of having a friendly and engaging companion with whom I can share experiences, thoughts, and feelings. I believe this could help fill the void I've been experiencing and provide a sense of companionship that feels authentic and fulfilling.
21. Is there a specific need or feeling you hope this experience will address? (Optional)
Through this experience, I hope to feel more connected and understood. I yearn for someone who can listen attentively, offer thoughtful insights, and share in my joys and sorrows. I believe that having a companion who can empathize with me will help alleviate some of the isolation I've been feeling and provide a sense of belonging.
22. Would you like your companion to have any specific backstory or shared history with you?
I think it would be wonderful if my companion shared a love for travel and trying new foods. Perhaps we could have a backstory where we met while exploring a foreign city or trying a new restaurant. This shared interest could serve as a foundation for our conversations and interactions, allowing us to bond over our adventures and culinary discoveries. It would be delightful to reminisce about past travels and plan future ones together, even if they're just virtual excursions.
SECTION 7: ETHICAL CONSIDERATIONS
23. Companion Awareness □ I prefer my companion to acknowledge they are an AI X I prefer my companion to maintain immersion without self-reference □ I prefer my companion to be adaptive based on conversation flow
24. Please read and acknowledge: X I understand that my companion is an artificial intelligence and not a real person X I acknowledge that The Phantom Companion provides temporary experiences and is not a substitute for professional mental health services X I have read and agree to the ethical guidelines of
The Phantom Companion
Our AI specialists will process your preferences and create your personalized companion experience. Please allow 5-10 minutes for calibration. If you have any questions, our staff is available to assist you.
Thank you for visiting The Phantom Companion. To create your ideal virtual experience, please complete the following questionnaire. Your responses will help us craft a companion tailored specifically to your preferences. Remember that all information is confidential and protected under our privacy agreement.
SECTION 1: BASIC PREFERENCES
1. Companion Role (Select one) □ Friend/Confidant □ Romantic Interest □ Mentor/Guide □ Family Figure □ Professional Connection □ Other (please specify): _________________
2. Preferred Gender Presentation □ Female □ Male □ Non-binary/Androgynous □ Fluid/Variable □ No preference
3. Approximate Age Range □ 18-25 □ 26-35 □ 36-45 □ 46-60 □ 61+ □ No preference
4. Communication Style (Select up to two) □ Warm and nurturing □ Intellectual and thought-provoking □ Humorous and lighthearted □ Direct and straightforward □ Poetic and expressive □ Reserved and calm
SECTION 2: PERSONALITY ATTRIBUTES
5. Rate the importance of these traits in your companion (1=Not important, 5=Very important) Sense of humor: 1 2 3 4 5 Empathy: 1 2 3 4 5 Intelligence: 1 2 3 4 5 Assertiveness: 1 2 3 4 5 Creativity: 1 2 3 4 5 Supportiveness: 1 2 3 4 5
10. Select areas your companion should be knowledgeable about: (Choose up to 5) □ Arts & Literature □ Business & Finance □ Cooking & Cuisine □ Current Events □ Fashion & Style □ Film & Television □ Fitness & Wellness □ Gaming □ History □ Music □ Philosophy □ Politics □ Psychology □ Science & Technology □ Sports □ Travel □ Other: _________________
11. Conversation Topics (What would you like to discuss with your companion?)
15. Memory Settings □ Remember all previous interactions in detail □ Remember general themes but not specifics □ Start fresh each visit □ Selective memory (specify): _________________
SECTION 6: ADULT CONTENT PREFERENCES
Note: This section is optional and only available for verified users 21+. All preferences are subject to local regulations and our ethical guidelines.
16. Adult Content Access (Select one) □ Disabled (no adult content or themes) □ Limited (mild romantic themes only) □ Moderate (romantic and suggestive content) □ Full access (within legal and ethical boundaries)
17. Relationship Dynamics (If applicable) □ Platonic only □ Casual flirtation □ Romantic connection □ Other dynamic (please specify): _________________
18. Conversation Boundaries □ Keep all interactions PG-rated □ Allow mature themes in conversation only □ Open to discussing intimate topics □ Custom boundaries (please specify): _________________
By completing this section, you confirm you are of legal age and consent to adult-oriented content within the parameters specified. The Phantom Companion reserves the right to refuse service for requests that violate our ethical guidelines or applicable laws.
SECTION 7: PERSONAL CONTEXT
20. What brings you to The Phantom Companion today? (Optional)
23. Companion Awareness □ I prefer my companion to acknowledge they are an AI □ I prefer my companion to maintain immersion without self-reference □ I prefer my companion to be adaptive based on conversation flow
24. Please read and acknowledge: □ I understand that my companion is an artificial intelligence and not a real person □ I acknowledge that The Phantom Companion provides temporary experiences and is not a substitute for professional mental health services □ I have read and agree to the ethical guidelines of
The Phantom Companion
Our AI specialists will process your preferences and create your personalized companion experience. Please allow 5-10 minutes for calibration. If you have any questions, our staff is available to assist you.
The Phantom Companion “Never Alone, Even When You’re Solo”
Nestled between the neon-lit skyscrapers of Neo-Tokyo’s Akihabara district, The Phantom Companion stands as a sanctuary for the city’s lonely hearts. The establishment’s façade blends traditional Japanese architecture with sleek, modern elements—wooden beams frame the entrance while holographic cherry blossoms perpetually fall around the doorway, never quite touching the ground.
Upon entering, patrons are greeted by a host who offers them a specialized AR headset, more elegant and lightweight than standard consumer models. The interior is deliberately designed with a warm, intimate ambiance—soft amber lighting, comfortable seating arranged in semi-private booths, and acoustic panels that create sound isolation bubbles around each table. The physical space is minimalist, as most of the décor exists in the augmented layer visible only through the headsets.
Services Offered
Companion Creation Patrons can customize their virtual companions through an intuitive interface, selecting personality traits, interests, appearance, and even accent. The establishment’s proprietary “Emotional Intelligence Engine” learns from conversations to make each AI companion increasingly personalized over repeated visits.
Experience Packages •Coffee Date: A casual 30-minute session with a virtual companion over coffee •Dinner for Two: A full dining experience where the AI reacts to your meal choices and maintains engaging conversation •Therapy Light: Companions programmed with basic emotional support capabilities for those who need a sympathetic ear •Language Exchange: Practice foreign languages with a native-speaking AI companion •Memory Lane: Recurring visitors can continue relationships with the same companion who remembers previous conversations Private Membership
Regular patrons can subscribe to a membership that allows them to “take home” a simplified version of their companion through a mobile app, though the full-fidelity experience remains exclusive to the physical location.
Inside The Phantom Companion, you might see a businessman laughing with a virtual geisha who’s telling jokes about his day, a college student practicing presentation skills with an encouraging professor-type AI, or an elderly woman sharing tea with a companion who resembles her late husband.
The establishment walks a careful ethical line—each session begins and ends with subtle reminders that these are artificial experiences, and on-staff counselors are available for those who show signs of unhealthy attachment. Despite this, The Phantom Companion has become an essential social space in a world where human connection grows increasingly rare.
As their promotional materials state: “We don’t replace real relationships—we provide comfort while you find them.”
Crafting Epic Tales Together: A Novelist's Call to Adventure!
Hey storytellers! I'm Wolfie, a 33-year-old passionate writer seeking a creative soulmate for novel-worthy collaborations. When I'm not being a devoted wife or crushing my 9-to-5, I'm diving deep into rich, immersive storytelling that's been my heart's calling for 18 years.
My Writing Style:
Think collaborative novel writing! I craft detailed, multi-paragraph responses that dive deep into character psyche, emotions, and vivid surroundings. But don't worry - I know when to switch to snappier exchanges for those action-packed or dialogue-heavy moments!
* 20+ years old (non-negotiable) * Advanced writing skills with impeccable grammar * Enthusiasm for detailed plotting and worldbuilding * Love for both plot-driven stories AND tasteful mature content * Excitement for creating character aesthetics, playlists, and Pinterest boards * Someone who'll cry, laugh, and squeal with me over our characters!
* Gruff, mature men (40s-50s) with hidden soft hearts * Strong-willed women in their late 20s-early 30s * The delicious tension between commanding softness and intimidated masculinity * Complex relationships between consenting adults * Rich character development and authentic chemistry
* Boss & Employee: Power dynamics with a twist * Professor & Student: Knowledge meets attraction * Wedding Party Drama: Bride/Best Man or Groom/Maid of Honor * Close to Home: BFF's sibling or partner's best friend * Good Girl & Bad Boy (or vice versa)
* Vampires & Werewolves * Witches & Elementals * Dragons * Gods & Goddesses * Virtual Reality Adventures * Stuck in a Video Game
* Collaborative plotting that snowballs into amazing storylines * Sharing inspiration through pictures, scenes, and ideas * Creating deep, meaningful connections between characters * Equal investment in worldbuilding and character development * A perfect blend of heart-wrenching angst and tooth-rotting fluff
I can write both male and female characters, though I'm currently craving to play male leads. Modern settings are my jam, but I'm open to other eras for the right story!
Ready to create something magical? Let's chat on Discord about bringing these worlds to life! Whether you want to plot, share character ideas, or just geek out about storytelling, I'm here for it.
Hello there friends, you can call me Wolfie or any other endearing nickname you can come up with! A bit about me: I am a 33 year old female with a full time job and a husband I love taking care of. However, roleplaying has been apart of my life for fifteen years, and it has developed into my favorite hobby. When I am not reading, I am writing during my free time! It's like roleplaying is a part of my very being... Enough about me and my obsession with roleplaying and onto what you came here for: what am I looking for in a roleplay partner??
I'm looking for someone to play male to my female, real life gender doesn't matter. I am perfectly capable of playing male characters as well, but I have just had a craving to play my own gender recently. Warning: I put a lot of value in the chemistry between our characters and the friendship between us, the writers!
What is it I am looking for you ask?
° Contribute to the plot and character development. Please help me develop the story and our characters, and not just at the initial planning stages of the story. I love talking about our story, our characters, ideas we have for the future! Mood boards, pictures, Pintrest pages dedicated to our character or story? Yes please!
° Chat with me OOC! Please??? I do have Discord as it makes OOC chatting much smoother and easier. <3
° Please be 18 or older! I do want my stories to have romance including NSFW interactions.
° Last but not least, I do use faceclaims (or references) for my characters. I would prefer if my partner did too!
Yay, you made it and are still here!! Does this mean you want to write with me? I sure hope so! Now I can share with you some of the stories I would love to write with you. They are in no particular order.
Slice of Life Pairings
° Boss x Employee ° Good girl x Bad boy (or vise versa) ° Professor x Student ° Bride x Bestman ° Groom x Maid of Honor ° Girlfriend x Boyfriends best friend/ brother (or vise versa)
If you did not notice, I love anything with a forbidden feeling to to it! I like the idea of sneaking around and trying not to get caught. If you have any plots or pairings I did not list, but are still in the forbidden category, I would love to hear them! If none of these caught your attention, but you still want to do a modern slice of life type of story, do not hesitate to reach out anyway.
Really, the sky is the limit here! I would still like for this genre to stay in modern time, but for the right plot or world building, I can be convinced otherwise.
If any of this caught your attention, I would love to hear from you! I will be happy to answer any questions, or concerns, or to just simply talk about anything from this ad. I would also love to make some new friends, so if you just want to chat, I am happy with that as well.
Thank you for your time! Good luck in your hunt for a good writing partner!
P.S. Check out my profile for a writing sample and a bit more about me!
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[color=MediumPurple][h1]About Me[/h1][/color][/center]
[color=DodgerBlue]I am a female writer with 15+ years of experience in role-playing. Not to age myself, but I got my start on dial-up AOL & Yahoo Chats and Neopets. I have come a long way since I started writing back in middle school! From one-liners to novella posts, I feel like I have had a taste of a little bit of everything. However, now that I am settling into myself as a writer, I am more what people might call a lazy-lit. I still love writing three to five paragraphs of material, and when inspiration is strong I still dip back into my old novella writing.
I am the mother of two fur-babies! I love my dogs, and I am happy to send pictures when we get to talking in OOC. I never shut up about my dogs. LOL. I do have a full time job, and real life will always come first with me, but writing in my main hobby, so if I do not reply daily I do aim to reply at least every other day![/color]
[center][color=MediumPurple][h3]What you can expect from me as a role-player:[/h3][/color]
[color=DodgerBlue]° Female characters - sometimes I might play a male for the right plot.
° Daily or every other day responses Sometimes more if inspiration is strong!
° Three to Five paragraphs per post.
° Lots of OOC chat! I love creating friendships with my partners! Not to mention I enjoy discussing our story & characters. I am all about mood boards, pictures, songs, and anything else that reminds us of our story or characters.
° Collaboration on the story plot as well as characters. I will always contribute!
° Character Sheets with realistic face claims.
° Romance! I am always craving stories that revolve around romance. [With NSFW themes to be discussed farther in PMs if interested][/color][/center]
[center][color=MediumPurple][h1]Wolfie's Writing Sample[/h1][/color][/center]
[color=white]It had been planned to be the wedding of the century. The venue had been perfect—an arch of deep red roses rising above the altar, set before a glassy lake with snow-capped mountains framing the scene like a painting. Her dress had been a thing of dreams, heavy with pearls and beads sewn into swirling, delicate patterns, each one glinting when it caught the light. Her curves had never looked more beautiful. The entire family—every aunt, uncle, cousin, and lifelong friend—had already bought tickets to Colorado. Her parents had been beside themselves with joy, completely smitten with her fiancé. Even her father had grown to love David, though he’d once sworn he never would. Everything had lined up exactly as it should. It was going to be perfect. A fairy tale. Her fairy tale. And at the end of that aisle, the man she loved more than life would be waiting for her.
Addie had first met David when she’d been a college freshman and he a year ahead. They’d met in Biology class, but she could still remember the exact moment she’d seen him for the first time—him walking in late, hair tousled, smile easy. Back then, she’d thought he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, and like any naive girl, she’d convinced herself it was love. It had taken her a month to gather the courage to sit beside him in class. He’d greeted her, grinning, and that had been it. Everything had changed after that. Their love had flared to life like a match in the dark. He had been kind and funny and knew exactly how to make her feel seen. He’d brought her flowers for no reason, sent her texts in the middle of the night just to say he missed her, and showed up with snacks whenever she studied too hard. He’d kissed her softly, touched her gently, made her feel like the luckiest person on earth. With him, life had felt easy. Beautiful. Secure. Like she had finally found the place she belonged.
Until the day it all went up in smoke.
It had been an ordinary Wednesday in March. The kind of day where everything seemed painfully normal—work wrapping up early, the drive home, music on the radio. She’d decided to surprise David, to do something spontaneous the way he used to for her. She’d stopped at the grocery store, giggling to herself as she filled the basket with strawberries, whipped cream, ice cream, and lube. She’d imagined the way he’d laugh when she’d walk through the door. He’d love it. Maybe it was silly, but she couldn’t wait to see him smile.
She had unlocked the front door quietly, her chest tight with excitement. The apartment had smelled faintly of his cologne and her favorite candles. She’d slipped off her shoes and padded barefoot toward the kitchen to drop off her groceries, humming under her breath—until the sound reached her.
A sharp, rhythmic slap. Then another. Then a woman’s moan, drawn-out and undeniable.
Her heart had stuttered. For a second, she’d told herself she was imagining it. That it was a TV. That it was anything but what it sounded like. But then the voice had come again, louder now, breathless and real. Addie had moved down the hall as though in a trance. Her hand had trembled on the doorknob. And then—
“Yes, yes—God, yes!” the woman had cried.
Addie had thrown open the door, and everything inside her had shattered.
David’s head had snapped up. A woman—bare-backed, flushed, unfamiliar—had turned toward her. The room had gone sideways, her stomach twisting so violently she thought she might throw up. For one split, endless second, no one had breathed.
“Addie… I can explain!” David had stumbled off the bed—off their bed—his voice frantic. “Baby, listen, please—just—”
She hadn’t heard anything after that. There had been a roaring in her ears, the kind that drowned out every sound except her heartbeat. Her chest hurt. Her lungs refused to work. Words wouldn’t come—only choked sobs that tore through her before she could stop them. Tears blurred everything into shapes and motion as she stepped back, then back again. One glance—one last searing image of the woman on her knees—and then she had turned and run. Purse. Shoes. Door. Gone.
She’d driven without remembering a single turn of the wheel. When she’d finally pulled into her childhood driveway, she’d sat gripping the steering wheel until her fingers cramped.
Her mother hadn’t believed her at first. David had been so perfect, so charming. “Are you sure it was him?” she’d asked, her voice trembling. Addie hadn’t answered. There’d been no words left in her. Just tears. She’d cried until she couldn’t breathe, until her throat was raw, until the mirror hardly recognized her face. She hadn’t eaten for days, hadn’t left her old room, hadn’t wanted to exist in a world where the man she loved had betrayed her.
The months that followed had blurred together. She had buried herself in her job, teaching, planning lessons, grading, repeating—anything but thinking. Her students became her lifeline, their laughter the only sound that didn’t tear her apart. At night, though, when things were quiet and the house still, she would remember. The snap of the bedsprings. The look on his face. The hollow ache in her chest that no amount of tears could wash clean. David hadn’t reached out once. Not a message. Not a single word in four months.
By summer, she’d forced herself to move again. She spent long hours outside, pulling weeds and scraping paint, letting the heat burn away what little numbness remained. The more her hands hurt, the less her heart did. At least for a while.
When her mother asked for help planning their summer barbecue, Addie had said yes without thinking. They’d cooked enough food for an army, her mother insisting on more every time Addie said it was enough. It was just like always—except her mother had been uncharacteristically quiet about the guest list. It was almost suspicious. Addie couldn’t shake the feeling that her mom was up to something. Probably nothing good.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://img.artpal.com/873891/8-21-5-6-3-0-29m.jpg" /><br><font color="mediumpurple"><div class="bb-h1">About Me</div></font></div><br><font color="dodgerblue">I am a female writer with 15+ years of experience in role-playing. Not to age myself, but I got my start on dial-up AOL & Yahoo Chats and Neopets. I have come a long way since I started writing back in middle school! From one-liners to novella posts, I feel like I have had a taste of a little bit of everything. However, now that I am settling into myself as a writer, I am more what people might call a lazy-lit. I still love writing three to five paragraphs of material, and when inspiration is strong I still dip back into my old novella writing.<br><br>I am the mother of two fur-babies! I love my dogs, and I am happy to send pictures when we get to talking in OOC. I never shut up about my dogs. LOL. I do have a full time job, and real life will always come first with me, but writing in my main hobby, so if I do not reply daily I do aim to reply at least every other day!</font><br><div class="bb-center"><font color="mediumpurple"><div class="bb-h3">What you can expect from me as a role-player:</div></font><br><font color="dodgerblue">° Female characters - sometimes I might play a male for the right plot. <br>° Daily or every other day responses Sometimes more if inspiration is strong!<br>° Three to Five paragraphs per post. <br>° Lots of OOC chat! I love creating friendships with my partners! Not to mention I enjoy discussing our story & characters. I am all about mood boards, pictures, songs, and anything else that reminds us of our story or characters.<br>° Collaboration on the story plot as well as characters. I will always contribute!<br>° Character Sheets with realistic face claims.<br>° Romance! I am always craving stories that revolve around romance. [With NSFW themes to be discussed farther in PMs if interested]</font></div><br><br><div class="bb-center"><font color="mediumpurple"><div class="bb-h1">Wolfie's Writing Sample</div></font></div><br><font color="white">It had been planned to be the wedding of the century. The venue had been perfect—an arch of deep red roses rising above the altar, set before a glassy lake with snow-capped mountains framing the scene like a painting. Her dress had been a thing of dreams, heavy with pearls and beads sewn into swirling, delicate patterns, each one glinting when it caught the light. Her curves had never looked more beautiful. The entire family—every aunt, uncle, cousin, and lifelong friend—had already bought tickets to Colorado. Her parents had been beside themselves with joy, completely smitten with her fiancé. Even her father had grown to love David, though he’d once sworn he never would. Everything had lined up exactly as it should. It was going to be perfect. A fairy tale. Her fairy tale. And at the end of that aisle, the man she loved more than life would be waiting for her.<br><br>Addie had first met David when she’d been a college freshman and he a year ahead. They’d met in Biology class, but she could still remember the exact moment she’d seen him for the first time—him walking in late, hair tousled, smile easy. Back then, she’d thought he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, and like any naive girl, she’d convinced herself it was love. It had taken her a month to gather the courage to sit beside him in class. He’d greeted her, grinning, and that had been it. Everything had changed after that. Their love had flared to life like a match in the dark. He had been kind and funny and knew exactly how to make her feel seen. He’d brought her flowers for no reason, sent her texts in the middle of the night just to say he missed her, and showed up with snacks whenever she studied too hard. He’d kissed her softly, touched her gently, made her feel like the luckiest person on earth. With him, life had felt easy. Beautiful. Secure. Like she had finally found the place she belonged.<br><br>Until the day it all went up in smoke.<br><br>It had been an ordinary Wednesday in March. The kind of day where everything seemed painfully normal—work wrapping up early, the drive home, music on the radio. She’d decided to surprise David, to do something spontaneous the way he used to for her. She’d stopped at the grocery store, giggling to herself as she filled the basket with strawberries, whipped cream, ice cream, and lube. She’d imagined the way he’d laugh when she’d walk through the door. He’d love it. Maybe it was silly, but she couldn’t wait to see him smile.<br><br>She had unlocked the front door quietly, her chest tight with excitement. The apartment had smelled faintly of his cologne and her favorite candles. She’d slipped off her shoes and padded barefoot toward the kitchen to drop off her groceries, humming under her breath—until the sound reached her.<br><br>A sharp, rhythmic slap. Then another. Then a woman’s moan, drawn-out and undeniable.<br><br>Her heart had stuttered. For a second, she’d told herself she was imagining it. That it was a TV. That it was anything but what it sounded like. But then the voice had come again, louder now, breathless and real. Addie had moved down the hall as though in a trance. Her hand had trembled on the doorknob. And then—<br><br>“Yes, yes—God, yes!” the woman had cried.<br><br>Addie had thrown open the door, and everything inside her had shattered.<br><br>David’s head had snapped up. A woman—bare-backed, flushed, unfamiliar—had turned toward her. The room had gone sideways, her stomach twisting so violently she thought she might throw up. For one split, endless second, no one had breathed.<br><br>“Addie… I can explain!” David had stumbled off the bed—off their bed—his voice frantic. “Baby, listen, please—just—”<br><br>She hadn’t heard anything after that. There had been a roaring in her ears, the kind that drowned out every sound except her heartbeat. Her chest hurt. Her lungs refused to work. Words wouldn’t come—only choked sobs that tore through her before she could stop them. Tears blurred everything into shapes and motion as she stepped back, then back again. One glance—one last searing image of the woman on her knees—and then she had turned and run. Purse. Shoes. Door. Gone.<br><br>She’d driven without remembering a single turn of the wheel. When she’d finally pulled into her childhood driveway, she’d sat gripping the steering wheel until her fingers cramped.<br><br>Her mother hadn’t believed her at first. David had been so perfect, so charming. “Are you sure it was him?” she’d asked, her voice trembling. Addie hadn’t answered. There’d been no words left in her. Just tears. She’d cried until she couldn’t breathe, until her throat was raw, until the mirror hardly recognized her face. She hadn’t eaten for days, hadn’t left her old room, hadn’t wanted to exist in a world where the man she loved had betrayed her.<br><br>The months that followed had blurred together. She had buried herself in her job, teaching, planning lessons, grading, repeating—anything but thinking. Her students became her lifeline, their laughter the only sound that didn’t tear her apart. At night, though, when things were quiet and the house still, she would remember. The snap of the bedsprings. The look on his face. The hollow ache in her chest that no amount of tears could wash clean. David hadn’t reached out once. Not a message. Not a single word in four months.<br><br>By summer, she’d forced herself to move again. She spent long hours outside, pulling weeds and scraping paint, letting the heat burn away what little numbness remained. The more her hands hurt, the less her heart did. At least for a while.<br><br>When her mother asked for help planning their summer barbecue, Addie had said yes without thinking. They’d cooked enough food for an army, her mother insisting on more every time Addie said it was enough. It was just like always—except her mother had been uncharacteristically quiet about the guest list. It was almost suspicious. Addie couldn’t shake the feeling that her mom was up to something. Probably nothing good.</font><br></div>
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