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[A4A] The City Of Industrial Magic

In Virelyn, magic is monopolized.

Every hex, love charm, and blood-bind is regulated by corporate giants who treat spellcasting like currency. There are no wizards—only employees.

You’re an Enforcer, licensed to burn unsanctioned glyphs off skin and break fingers for misfiled rituals. You’re dangerous, effective—and heavily monitored.

Which is why the Guild assigned you a leash.

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Nyri.

Catfolk. Sweet voice. Sharp tongue. Too young to be this good at watching you.

Her job? File your behavior into neat little reports.

Your job? Pretend you don’t notice how closely she watches when you’re working spells.

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Tonight, the lights in the office are low. The Archive floor is quiet.

You weren’t supposed to be back yet.

But you walk in—and there she is.

Perched across the long rune-carved table, tail swaying, back arched as she reaches for a glowing spell form. Her blazer’s off. Her skirt’s bunched high around her hips, entirely forgotten. And the sheer black curve of her panties—lace-trimmed and clinging tight between her thighs— rides higher each time she shifts.

Her glyph stockings are aglow, bands of enchanted silk wrapping her calves in spellwork you recognize as restricted. One heel dangles from her toe, forgotten.

She hasn’t noticed you yet.

Or maybe she has—and she’s testing you again.

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You’re supposed to follow rules. She’s supposed to file when you don’t.

But what happens when the watcher gets sloppy?

Or when she *wants* to be seen bending the law?

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✒️ Looking For:

Worldbuilders and storytellers—who want to shape something layered, strange, and seductive.

Partners who love character-driven dynamics, slow corruption, and detailed plotting.

Must enjoy anthropomorphic characters, fantasy corporate settings, and darker tension.

⚠️ Dead Dove Themes Present

This RP may include:

🍪 / intergenerational dynamics

Cheating / emotional betrayal

🐾/Animals & Monsters

If you’re craving arcane tension, sinful magic, and late-night power plays across glowing runes—DM me.

Let’s build a world where bureaucracy is just a mask for instinct.

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💜Orbit Bunny💜

Debt, Danger, and Dark Trino

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Two desperate Velvet Boys. One lewd space diner. A galaxy’s worth of debt and a seven-foot-tall pirate queen who just blasted open your way out—with stilettos, smoke, and way too much interest in your thighs.

🔮Prompt🔮

Welcome to the Velvet Nova, a trashy-glam space diner floating just outside the Sirex Belt—where the drinks are synthetic, the clientele are handsy, and the bunny uniforms leave very little to the imagination.

You and your fellow Velvetboy ended up here because of bad luck, bad lovers, or both. Now you’re serving cocktails and dodging wandering hands in tight, shiny spandex—paying off debts one teasing smile and hip sway at a time.

Then came the Dark Trino.

With a shockwave and a sultry laugh, the galaxy’s most feared all-female pirate crew burst through the walls. Plasma fire tore across the diner, lights shattered, and chaos broke out. But amid the screams and sparks, one thing was clear:

This might be your only chance to escape.

Whether you run, get caught, or throw yourself into the arms of danger with a wink depends on what kind of bunny you are.

🔮What I’m Looking For🔮

• Lewd, cheeky, taboo-rich tension: dominant women, humiliating stakes, power games {Monster Banging, 🍪, Cheating, Dead Dove Galore!}

• Femboy-centric character focus: shy, bratty, flirty, submissive—bring your own flavor

• Character-driven storytelling & worldbuilding: jealous coworkers, back-alley dealings, alien lust cults

• Collaborative adventure: from diner disasters to stolen ships, mistaken identities, and sensual danger

An outrageous escape across the stars in ears, heels, and high-stakes heat. If you like your space dirty, your drama filthy, and your outfits way too tight—hop in.

Ready to serve?

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[F4A] The Eroticism In Dungeon-Diving!

Welcome to Solaria, a kingdom where dungeon delving is a booming industry, full of cursed catacombs, *enchanted booty* (in all senses), and strange relics that hum when touched just right. Adventuring parties roam the land for coin, fame, forbidden thrills, and sometimes just a good time.

You are part of (or about to join) a small, scrappy guild of misfit dungeon delvers — rogues, mages, brawlers, outcasts, flirts, and troublemakers — bound more by shared chaos than professionalism. Your guild doesn’t always win gracefully, but it *survives creatively*, often leaving behind confusion, seduced monsters, or broken magical laws in its wake.

The current contract? Explore the Dungeons of Dreadlight, a forgotten maze buried under an abandoned cathedral, known for shifting rooms, cursed laughter, and traps that test not only your skill, but your desires. *The deeper you go, the stranger — and kinkier — things get.*

**What to Expect:**

A light-hearted, banter-rich vibe with room for romantic and sexual tension.

Comedic misadventures, “accidental” nudity, awkward potions, and seductive monsters.

Darker undertones: Soul draining, traps, rituals and a plethora of DeadDove, taboo kinks! (🍪, cheating, beasts etc.)

**Looking For:**

Cooperative, story-driven roleplayers who love building chaotic character dynamics of various pairings and genders.

People comfortable exploring mature and taboo themes with emotional depth or humor.

Players who enjoy smut and substance: witty flirtation, tension, character arcs, and strange magical sex toys that might turn into plot devices.

**Will your party conquer the dungeon… or get thoroughly conquered by it?**

*(P.S. Please send an introduction and any ideas you may have. This is a two-person journey so let's work together!)*

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The Journey:

Two teens shoved into a school locker during a stupid dare—one uptight, one a little too handsy—fall out into a wild, untamed world where clothes come off easy, magic reacts to desire, and nothing’s sacred… not even what they feel for each other.

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The Premise:

At exactly 8:00 PM, Locker 9 at Rivers High does something it shouldn’t. Whispers in the halls say it leads somewhere else—that students have vanished inside it, that the janitor once nailed it shut, only for it to creak open again, yawning like a mouth.

You didn’t believe it.

Not until tonight.

A tight squeeze. A startled squeal—“Are you touching my butt?!”—a burst of heat and a rush of strange air. Suddenly, no school tiles, no bells. Just tangled limbs, dirt under your back, and a twilight sky.

You’ve arrived in a living, feral realm where ancient trees watch your every move, magic breathes with your emotions, and desires stir powers and transformations you don’t yet understand. You’re not alone. Other students came before you—some lost, some changed forever, some who never wanted to leave.

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What to Expect:

* Lewd, taboo-laced themes: age gaps, enemies-to-lovers, rivals, power imbalances, and slow, delicious corruption.

* Deep character dynamics: trust and betrayal, teasing, submission, dominance.

* Rich worldbuilding: create magical laws, feral creatures, sacred rules, and dark temptations together.

* Slow burn exploration & escalation: emotionally charged and erotically tense.

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Who Will You Be?

To venture with the bratty student prez!

The rebellious transfer student ready to break every rule?

Someone with nerves of mush?

Or something darker, watching from the shadows, ready to join the game?

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Ready to dive in?

Let’s get weird. Let’s get steamy. Let’s build something feral and unforgettable. Send a message and let's explore the taboo topics ahead!

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[A4A] 🌋Ash, Embers, Ecstacy🌋

In the heart of the sea lies the Chain of Fire—an ancient volcanic archipelago shaped by the wills of twelve forgotten fire gods. Each island holds a sacred totem, buried beneath stone and flame, guarding the dormant essence of its deity. But the world is unraveling: eruptions strike without cause, and whispers of a dark flame—The Ember Hunger—return.

You are an Inheritor: chosen, marked by fire, and bound to seek the truth buried beneath ash and myth. Will you dive into the totem dungeons, face corrupted spirits, and claim the divine flame? Or will you give in to the forbidden powers that twist faith, fire, and flesh?

Looking for: Literate, multi-paragraph partners who enjoy strong character development and collaborative storytelling. I adore high fantasy infused with darker, mature, and lewd/taboo themes—corruption, divine possession, sensual fire magic, sacred temptation, and the blurred line between desire and power. I’m craving a deeply collaborative experience where we craft a living world and narrative together, both epic and intimate.

DM if you’re ready to step into sacred flame—and embrace what burns beneath.

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Where Magic Goes, Life Follows - Expect 🕊️🐾👨‍👧‍👧🍪

This post is for the few that love delving into fantasy and exploring the wonders of it. Whether that be eroticism, character writing, worldbuilding and intensive planning. So before going any further, if you don't enjoy dead dove themes & do not like jotting down many characters and worldbuilding this is not for you. Let's cooperate and make a story we can both be proud of. Not just to please my wants but also yours!

I'd love to write an original, magical fantasy with someone. A story of witches and mages and sorcerors. Spanning a master of magic and his apprentices, going about the world. Bonding, fighting, and meeting new people. Feel free to read the very short idea below. Please give an introduction and any possible ideas if you choose to message me! ^^:

Today's been quite the uneventful day. Scarcely anything to do but lie on the threads on the grass. At least this was interesting. When there was no studies to do and the master wasn't home, taking a moment to relax and watch the floating islands truly gave a rush. One day. You'll be able to go there by your lonesome. It was thrilling.

"You seem to be having fun, girly." A shadow fell over you. Looking up from your position, a very familiar face showed itself. Why, speak of the devil! It's the master of this land, Sorceror Vallin. An easy going youth with little desire for respect. Before you could respond, he stepped to the side to reveal someone. A girl no older than yourself. But with horns and a tail! And black finger tips! Someone afflicted with a curse. A nasty one. "Vivé here will be your new partner. My second apprentice."

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× Hello there, and first off! Before anything else! I'm a furry! (Lol). Whether it be anthros, nekos, mostly flesh and skin. If you are not ready for those forms of characters, this is not your prompt!

× Next! This will, and of course, be Dead Dove Themed. Expect the naughty and the taboo and the problematic. You have been warned, please do not get upset when you find what you were told about. (🐾👨‍👧‍👧🍪)

× I love writing. Like super love it. This extends to writing multiple characters and various pairings. Don't be a stick in the mud, yeah? Let's collaborate. To roleplay it takes two so let's give it our all and make a lovely world.

× As for the story of our rp. I am not sure yet! Is it a world of only beast folk, or mayhaps one where they are prejudiced? What about the pairing and the central themes? I don't know! So let's build a world together and make some lovely characters. I roleplay purely on discord. Let's talk a bit before we get there tho. Also! Please have a detailed introduction!

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Hello there friends! I'm on the search for a roleplay partner looking to build a lovely coming of age fantasy story with me! What type of story will it be, I'm not sure just yet. It could be mystery, medieval, Renaissance, post apocalyptic. So much to cover! Of course one of the main aspects will be that both our ocs are youths. Rather taboo, no? Thrusted into the world with only each other! But I'm getting ahead of myself! Here's some stuff to keep in mind! If you agree to all we can talk some more! ^^

• Literacy ~ Please be literate Non-negotiable!

• Cooperation ~ I would adore a partner who wants to cooperate. Someone who isn't afraid to take the reigns and help build characters and steer the narrative

• Characters/Pairings ~ Someone who loves writing any gender or write any pairing. You can have your favourites sure but let's spice things up!

• Taboo ~ The trickiest of them all. Expect ageplay, Beastiality or even cheating. I am open to all the depravity and fun you'd want. Let's explore the lovely ideas we have hidden away!

• Discord ~ If interested, my discord is cofpan0! Please have an introduction ready! One liners are saddening!

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[A4A] Enemies To Lovers. The Taboo. The Dirty. The Adventure!

☣️Disclaimer☣️

1) My roleplays can and will have taboo topics. As such, I am searching for those who are open-minded. The few that taken pleasure in stretching fiction and fantasy. A safe-space for the so-called degenerates & depraved. I apologize but if you have hard limits then we might not be well-suited. Fantasy is meant to be explored. Whether beasts, furries, age or adultery.

2) Worldbuilding. Character writing. Pairings. I want someone who is just as capable as I am. Someone who isn't afraid to cooperate and do some co-narration. A worldbuilder that understands it's their world as much as it is mine. A character writer that takes the initiative to flesh out our world regardless of their gender and pairing. (That of course means you must be able to play both genders). Let's make a lovely world, not a snow globe.

💡 Idea 💡

It was between the blaring sirens and the salt in your mouth that you finally woke up. *Where am I?* You wondered, feeling a stranger to your own cockpit. Your eyes darted around once then again. You felt it. The searing pain all over. The aching. The blood in your mouth. You're a scout. Sent to the infamous green/blue planet to prepare the mother ship's landing. The coast was clear until it wasn't. The rest was followed with darkness and here you are.

It took a few strikes before you could leave the cockpit. A brisk flash of smoke and the hatch raised open. Look at that. Warmth. A natural kind. Not artificial. Fresh against the skin with the passing breeze. The beauty of this marble of a planet took your grasp for too long. The Lunar-Max is trashed. Nothing but an exoskeleton. But that's the least of your problems. "Arms up." The steel was harsh against your back. There was no fighting out of this one. You followed the commands up until finally he steered you into turning around.

By the heavens. "You're just some kid." Wobbly, arms shaking. Concussed no doubt judging from the blood. A soldier but one so young. An enemy many years your junior.

I would love to make and explore an rp revolving around enemies to lovers. A sci-fi romance between two of separate factions. A problematic relationship spanned not just by age but also by factions. There are so many things we can write about, many ways the tale can go!

But to keep this short! My discord is "cofpan0"! I hope you enjoyed my small prompt! If you didn't, that's fair! Much love anyways! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

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The Calf & An' Adventure!

The circus was a place of freaks and rejects. He was raised here after all. A traveling band of misfits of magic and monsters. Not considered human, elf, dwarf or whatever was accepted.

He watched the wizard's outstretched arm call forth a bolt of flames. The crowd was amazed. The wizard twirled her lengthy cap and sent it spinning "oooh!" The whistling and applause multiplied but the boy was not amused. He watched her beckon lightning and shave stones and even flicker the torches; Each performance branding a higher dash of thrill and wonder! His hold on the curtain grew even more firm. What a wonderful mage! Or so the mass must be thinking.

But he knew her beyond the performance. How magic terrified her. That the wraps across her legs and arms are not for show. Welcome to the circus. Where individuals are treated like animals and dance for your entertainment. Those far too odd to be considered "human". Those far too logical to be slain as a monster. This life was all he knew. No mother or father to protect him. Only a bell at his neck. The wizard bowed to her standing ovation but her presence was short-lived. She made for the curtain... Post haste! To hide her exhaustion and pain? Most definitely.

"You're next, cow."

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Hello everyone! Hope I've caught your eye! I am looking for a partner interested in a nice fantasy roleplay. An epic of exploration and character building. I am someone who adores making living breathing worlds! But also, really enjoy the taboo and darker themes!

Our cow boy-girl (Really, no one knows!) was born in a travelling circus. Not human nor monster. An abomination to most races in the world! That's the character you'll be writing against! (At least for the main pairing). A very feeble spirit! Mayhaps your character is an adventurer to whisk him away? Or another performer in the circus that plans to leave? Who knows! So many things to plot! If you're interested feel free to message me!

Discord: cofcap

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A bright and early start to a new day. The coffee's steaming and the tipper tapper of the typewriters fill you with a peaceful melody. Aah, nothing quite like this is there. The aroma of the beverage takes you by the hand and a sip further enhanced these sensations. *The world is burning outside. Politics, war, the crime rate*. None of that concerns you in this happy space.

And oh dear, the joy of a day's work has only arrived. Aah the taboo of having an affection for your boss. That dainty little thing. Oh the taboo of loving another girl. That nervous little thing. Valleline's smile makes the worries go away.

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I hope you enjoyed the little exert. I'm hoping to find a partner interested in detailed character writing. A dream of romance and comradery which ignores and outright defies the bloodshed outside their window. Well, why should they bother? They are typewriters and typewriters alone.

A fictional Renaissance where emotion is broadly surveyed through pen to paper. How best can one write *'I Love You'* to their boss

(If you adore character planning, lewd concepts & dark material I would love to hear from you ciao!)

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Disclaimer:

1) This is a post regarding Taboo content. Expect 🍪, incest, beasts, cheating... (ya know. The bad stuff!)

2) Although there will be religious themes involved, it is used as a theme. Not to ridicule or demean the study

3) This post is for those creatives that love creating worlds and characters however expansive they may be!

4) If you fit the bill send a message! Let's discuss topics and ideas for this concept! (First Impressions Count!)

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Mother Earth has been scarred. Scorched by a disaster which riddles the fear of GOD. "The Great Hail", the second coming of the flood. This time around, the calamity was caused by the "Forbidden Droplet".

For three days and three nights, the forbidden Droplet would bless the earth. Those touched by the droplets would "evolve" beyond humanity. Become a horrific entity by the name of an "Angel". Most angels are manifestations of the cruelty of mankind. Taking horrific and dream-like forms against mankind.

However, there are a few whom evolve differently. Those Heathens are no longer seen as human, but an evolved race. One whom can wield the power of the droplet to their beckon will without losing what makes them human.

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Enter the Caramel Household. Consisting of an elder & younger sibling. Abandoned by their parents many years ago, the older of the two works. Whilst the younger engages in whatever education available. A complicated relationship where the elder sibling wishes the best and yet the younger wants to roam the wasteland in search of their family.

*New Seazeland City 3* has been reforged once again for the protection of it's people. They have nearly restored a sense of normalcy. Jobs and currencies and education for the youth. All have been reinstated.

Yet, there is a thought. A certain grim feeling that this life of easiness would collapse. That the days of sunshine would soon fade and like five years ago, the skies will cloud and the birth of a new droplet will emerge.

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Today was the day. A moody Watersday with the rays of the sun shining bright. It was only the start of the morning after all. A nice and early 7:47 Am as provided by your pocket watch. Although, it was easily assumed by the various citizenry piling to your location. Countless had business on the train and time was a' ticking. You were no exception of course. Armed with a briefcase of content best not suited for the public.

Why, you'd wager your business was far greater than that of anyone else's. A *practitioner's* business. The study of life. The practice of the laws and the strangeness that governs it all.

Motus ~ Life Without Moving Means Death

The study that transcends the human limits and allows work for great revelations in human history. The science of manipulating kinetic and potential energy for uses beyond nature. They've already begun using it for wars haven't they? It's only natural. As with any progress, the first step is how to help. The second step is how to kill.

7:58 Am

The train is running a tad late isn't it?. A shame. You were due to meet a superior today. Real experience within the world of science and cruelty. But perhaps there isn't much in the way of rushing these things.

You flicked out her business card like you did this morning. For what many praised as a brilliant "scholar" or "genius" she seemed rather quirky from the card's showing. Scantily clad and posed against rushing waves on a beach. "I Need You!" Written in bold! You might've thought she was a pin-up girl had her face not been the cornerstone of modern science. Well, not that there was much to complain about. If anything, her *features* served in boosting morale~

"Senior: Valmonica Valmo Silverton"

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A peaceful night within mistress Vallorisce's rise. Her tower, isolated from the corruption of this world. This, a place of infinite knowledge is where sorcery is conceived. Where young magic-makers become something greater than life. From the lengthy, heat-swarmed days to the chilling nights, all students must take to their studies. Little time to play. Little time to slack off. Especially now, with graduation of trainee approaching.

"Hey! Are you awake?" You tried your best to ignore them. Yet, no matter how much you tighten your sheets and shrug them off it didn't seem very efficient. Sooner or later, you simply had to comply with your roommate's stubbornness.

*"The Lunar Fall Is Tonight Ya Know? Wanna See It With Me?"*

*But that's breaking the ru-*

"Please? It's once a year. We'll never have this chance again!" She had a point. But if either of you were caught the punishment would be quite extreme. Sneaking out of Vallorisce's rise. Your teacher. *The* teacher of sorcery. Nothing good can come from this and yet, why are you slipping your shoes on and readying your wand? The urge to see the falling stars has simply enchanted you. But now, both of you must use what the very teacher has taught in order to escape the keep!

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Hello there! Sorry for the super long introduction so I'll keep this short xD. I am a literate roleplayer that loves fleshing out worlds. This one in particularly being one of magic & sorcery. I'm searching for a long-term partner who would love to write a world with me. I have a ton of ideas, and would love an expressive partner that enjoys populating worlds like this! ^^ Oh and fair warning, dark topics are my favourite so expect those! Until then, ciao!

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Halloween Has Come Early! 🎃

Ghouls, Witches, Zombies & Much More roam the streets! Hallows, they are named. Creatures, monsters of the night which roam with lives of their own. A city of the haunted where the terrors becomes normality and humanity is that of oddity.

You do not belong.

Neither Dead Nor Cursed. Neither Possessed Nor Crafted.

You Do Not Belong.

The world of fright is full of charms and whimsical delight. Though amongst the bright lanterns of purple & orange, which is friend and whom is foe?

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Aloha! Hope you enjoyed this prompt! Welcome to this spooky little roleplay. As with all my prompts, I'm searching for folks that LOVE to write. Whether it's characters or the world. Something a bit different however, is the Halloween theme. A world based primarily on a cleansing. Most of humanity has been torn to ribbons, leaving their souls to take the form of creatures of Halloween.

Some are friendly, others aggressive. Nevertheless, they've found ways to create a society within the cracked wastes of this world. With such dark themes, you can expect dark kinks as well. So I ask that my partner is interest in dead dove themes & is mostly limitless!

If I have interested you at all, shoot a message! There are a ton of stuff to plan and so much ideas I have! If you don't like setup this rp isn't for you! But if ya do, I love ya! ^^

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The trial is simple! In and out! Explore the mutated fantastical earth and achieve one red apple. It may take a few hours. Perhaps it will take days, but one thing is for certain. You. Must. Be. The. First!

In the history of this city, only one person has graduated from this rite of passing. You've recently awakened to your "monarch". Your calling. But so have your rivals. If you ever want to leave this small city behind and see the world. You. Must. Win!

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I hope ya liked that small introduction! Hi! I'm a literate writer that adores lewd worldbuilding building. But also lots of flexible characters. I need me a partner who would love to expand a world with me. A world that has sustained an apocalypse but has evolved rather than cripple. Our characters are youths. Adventurers by spirit whom can only travel beyond their safe city from passing the Rite Of Travel! So they compete for a spot of travel! With that said I want someone that loves the taboo topics and pairings. But is also really into storytelling!

I truly hope you're that person! Send a message if you're interested in discussing details!

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Disclaimer: I am searching for partners that love writing lots of characters and building worlds. Don't interact if you arent okay with Dead Dove topics such as: "Beastiality, Incest, 🍪, cheating etc." If you are okay with this I love ya. Feel free to read Below and let's chat about the idea! ^^

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Is it truly possible to fall in love at first sight? Or to fall in love on the battlefield? Or perhaps, within a dungeon filled to the nose with creatures and oblivion? Such thoughts roamed through your mind as you lay still. Your body caked with the blood and entrails of monsters, with the tip of a rapier caressing your neck. Your heart thumped; Not for fear. The raw sense of anticipation and subtle lust hid that blatant sensation. Instead, you were enthralled with your savior. Skilled with the blade and ever so confident. Dashing as a noble yet delicate as a mistress. "Champion Vermillion" & her adult charms

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Vie is the town you were bred and raised. Lower Vie to be precise. Those which were not blessed with a calling. The unfortunate few which live in the slums, acquiring no special power of their own. No 'Kin' or 'Master' to lead you. Horrible isn't it. The mundane life of a peasant. Seeing those at the top prosper whilst you and your kind suffer in the muck and grovel laid out for you.

Deuil, The Tower Of Death. The uncharted structure referred to as the dungeon of all. Even those whom are so-called 'special' seemingly struggle to make it back alive. So why exactly did you enter it? Boots and gloves and all. Pushing past the conquered floors only to be massacred by the first beast you encounter. Everything happens for a reason of course. Your ignorance brought up on a chance encounter. The encounter with a certain Noble who sees interest in you, just as you in her~