LadyAnnaLee

A Little Bit of an Odd Check ⬛🌫️⬜🟪

Hello there! Thanks for clicking!

So, this is a little bit of an odd check i.e., it’s not something you typically see on this site. In fact, it’s kind of the opposite. And I’m going to be honest. I don’t expect a lot of response to this check if I get any at all. Still, I won’t know unless I try so I figured I would at least put it out there and see what happens. Here’s hoping right?

Anyways the setting for this world is one of those trope filled worlds where everyone has some sort of classification. You know the ones I mean. Everyone is either a Dom or a Sub, an Alpha or an Omega, a Master or Pet, a Littler or Caretaker. You know what I mean. I’m not exactly sure about all the details of this world. It could be one of the groupings above or a combination or something completely else. I am totally willing to discuss it further with a potential partner.

Here's where the request gets a little different. My character’s classification is one that typically has a sexual connotation. So, I imagine they are either a Dom or a Sub. I don’t really have a preference in either direction. I don’t even really have a sex, gender, or romantic orientation fully fleshed out. Here’s what I do have figured out, and what it makes this whole thing odd, they are ace, as in asexual. So even though their classification is traditionally and culturally connected to sex they have little to no desire for sex. They have a little bit of trauma, (every good character does) but their sexual orientation doesn’t really have anything to do with that. However, they still need to scene for some cliché biological reason. Oh no! What are they going to do?

This is supposed to be an experiment in writing nonsexual submission. Heavy emphasis on the nonsexual portion of that. I don’t really mind playing the “dominant” or the “submissive” role. I have a preference, but I’m not connected to that with any real desire. I have ideas for why people need to scene, mostly around getting into the correct “headspace.” I also have a few ideas for how our characters meet depending on which role I wind up playing. I should state that I have no problem with certain, for lack of better words, kink, in a nonsexual form. I even have a few in mind. But I’m not listing them since this is a public forum. As stated previously, I’m all for discussing with potential partners. Role-playing should have health communication overwise it just feels like I’m bullying the other person.

As for what I’m looking for in a partner. First and foremost, I am in my thirties, yep, I’m old. I have no desire to be one of those creepy old weirdos on the internet preying on young innocents, so I am going to ask that you be older than 24. Will I make you prove it? No. I can’t. But please remember I really have no problem with you being young. I just don’t want to be a creepy weirdo. (I realize saying that makes me a little weird, but I should get credit for trying.) Another thing is that I enjoy delving into what the characters are thinking and really knowing why they do things. I’m not looking for two sentences of actions. I’m looking for at least three well done paragraphs. I personally aim for anywhere from 400 – 600 to 1000 – 1300 words a post. That isn’t every post. I promise. I’m just looking for something a little past the middle on the advance side of the casual to advance scale. If that makes sense. Typos are expected and forgiven. Finally, I’m looking for commitment. I personally can only post once a week. I would like to ask for the same but understand that life comes first. There may be weeks when that can’t happen. That’s okay. Just please let me know. Also please don’t disappear slash quit after like 20 posts. This premise is important to me. I don’t need people getting my hopes up only to dash them.

Other than that, I suppose I should mention that this will be a PM thing. It’s not something I really want to share with everyone on the site. So, if you’re interested or just have questions send me a PM.

Thank you so much for reading this far!

LadyAnnaLee!

The Tree of Astra (LadyAnnaLee and Blackfridayrule)

Darin wanted to scowl as Ridahne mentioned always working because if though she didn’t like it, she knew it was true. Ridahne was a warrior and a guardian. That didn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop for a long, long time. At best there might be times that were less stressful, but Ridahne was Ridahne. She wasn’t going to let herself be distracted by something as childish as play. So, Darin didn’t scowl, and she resisted the urge to pout as listened to the rest of what the warrior had to say. Though the rest of it wasn’t any more comforting than the first part had been.

There wasn’t anything to say about Harai that hadn’t already been said. Darin really was just going to have to do her best. The Seed-Bearer didn’t want to ask The Tree, because she had a feeling that it was getting harder for The Tree to come and visit her dreams. She didn’t want to be the reason why The Tree died even a second before It had to. She had already consulted with the Sota-Sol, who had experience in this type of thing before, so realistically there was very little left to do except make a decision. It had to be the one that Darin thought was best, but to be honest none of them seemed anything close to the best. They were all bad.

Then the last thing Ridahne said finally penetrated Darin’s mind and she panicked, “No! Don’t leave! Stay with me! You can’t leave! Please don’t leave!”

Darin didn’t know what to do about Harai or Martin Aliceson or being The Seed-Bearer so publicly, but she did know that she didn’t want Ridahne leaving to go look for Martin Aliceson. She wanted her sister here with her. Nothing was worth separating the two of them. Well, that wasn’t completely true, but things like Ajoran and Ridahne starting a family would have to wait until just before the final stretch that would hopefully not come for a long, long time. For now, Darin had no desire to send Ridahne off to search for ghosts that Darin thought she had laid to rest. Clearly that wasn’t completely true, but that wasn’t important now.

She begged in almost pure desperation, “Your wedding! You can’t leave before your wedding. And he’s not that important! Besides if he really is Red Hand, we’ll run into this Aliceson soon enough! There’s no rush. Probably. Mostly likely. Stay with me Ridahne! Please don’t leave me. Please!”

How truly pathetic was this, The Seed-Bearer begging for just one person to stay. Darin was willing to give Ridahne to Ajoran, but that was different! She couldn’t explain it but it was different! It felt different! It felt like knowing that even though Milla and Thomas were her friends eventually it would be ThomasandMilla, MillaandThomas. One entity and then Darin on the side. Eventually it would be RidahneandAjoran, AroranandRidahne. One entity and then Darin on the side, but that didn’t mean she wanted Ridahne leaving now! She couldn’t leave now. Please! Don’t leave now! Especially not for someone who shouldn’t matter at all.

Darin found herself confessing, “The Gardener was old. Older than The Tree since He planted it. That means He got to watch everyone ever loved leave. That means.” She paused and sputtered as she finally realized the full implications of what truth she was saying crashed into her, “That means eventually I will have to watch everyone I love leave.” She hurried one to reassure her family, “Which is fine! I mean I have practice with it, and most of them will just leave when their age catches up to them.” She sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, “That doesn’t mean I want you to leave now.”

The Tree of Astra (LadyAnnaLee and Blackfridayrule)

I wouldn't have had time to respond anyways. Like you said this time of year is busy. I won't really have time to respond til the last week of December. Just FYI. So. There's no real rush.

The Tree of Astra (LadyAnnaLee and Blackfridayrule)

Darin sat on the bed as she finished tugging on her boots, stalling just a bit before finally speaking, “I miss home. I miss you. Both have seemed so far away since we got to Azurei and Tasen. I’m terrified of doing the wrong thing about Harai, but I;m mad at you for leaving me and playing to go work. I know you had to do it, but I’m still mad at you. I’m mad at Harai too. Yesterday was supposed to be play, and he ruined it!” She buried her face in her hand, “Did I make a mistake by being The Seed-Bearer so publicly? Would my mother be proud of the woman I’m becoming? Does what she might or might not think even matter? For that matter, what type of woman am I becoming? Why do I let being called Astra-Sol bother me so much? Who the hell is Martin Aliceson? If he is my father, did he leave to join the Red Hand, or did he join later. For that matter, what is the Red Hand in the first place?” It was disjointed and unconnected, but it was all of the fears that plagued Darin since they had gotten to Tasen, “What if I mess up your wedding? Can I mess up your wedding? Why couldn’t I be polite to the Sols? I’m probably The Seed-Bearer because I’m a self-taught farmer, but what does that really mean? It’s not even all farming. Some of it is decisions like the one I have to make with Harai. Some of it is playing nice with politicians and other leaders.” She looked up at a wall as she worried the scar on her palm, “That doesn’t seem like something you can learn just by listening like learning about coffee and fishing. Or maybe it’s because I don’t have a frame of reference for it. If I learn how to talk to nobles and rulers will I become what Harai thought I was, someone who only cares about people with resources? Will I forget my roots?” She wasn’t crying but her voice was dead, “I can barely remember what my mother looks like. Or Thomas. Or Mila. Or anyone from home. Is that normal? I haven’t seen them in so long. I feel lost and untethered.” She finally looked at Ridahne, “What’s wrong with me? You’re so happy to be home, to see Ajoran, to get married. And I’m happy for you. I really am. I promise. But I feel like I’m losing you. And I know that I’m not. I promise I know that. But I don’t feel it. I’m sorry. I really am.”

It was a mess. She wasn’t crying, but none of Darin’s thoughts were organized. It was honestly surprising that she was coherent. Her knuckles hurt from where she hit the wall. The old scar on her palm ached from where she had pressed into it. She knew that Ridahne wouldn’t think less of her for any of those thoughts, but she was worried that she may have accidently broken her promise to come to Ridahne instead of running, by putting off this conversation for so long. She didn’t think so. It had four days since they had come to Tasen. It had felt so much longer. So much had happened that it was scary. Things were only going to move faster from this point forward. That was almost as scary as things that had already happened. What was she doing? Darin had no clue. It had been a long time since she had felt like this, like she was drowning.

The Lesser Evils. (Play is live!)

Hello everybody.

This is hard for me to say, so I'm going to keep it brief. @Pascal and I have discussed it, and we are ending Lesser Evils. I make this decision very reluctantly. We just feel it's best.

Best of luck in all your future role-plays

LadyAnnaLee

The Lesser Evils. (Play is live!)

I forgot to post a reminder to post! Woops! My bad. So, have an extra day. Posts are now due by Tuesday night.

Love you!

LadyAnnaLee

The Lesser Evils. (Play is live!)

Okay! I finally updated the topic to Apply status. Remember. We are looking for 1 to 3 more people. Let's @Pascal or me know if you're interested! I can't wait to meet you!

The Lesser Evils. (Play is live!)

Apparently plans were falling apart left, right, center, and all over the place. It was no longer a group trip to the shady kink club. In fact, it didn’t even seem like much of a group at all. Yet another person had left. Who knew if she was coming back. Argenti certainly didn’t. He sighed exasperatedly as he ferried pastries, coffee, and files into the magical breakfast. Why was he even bothering? No matter. He had decided that ending the Outcasts was worth working with these people. So, he was going to be flexible and accommodating, even if it annoyed him to no end.

Argenti wasn’t even sure that Amelia’s club was even an option for him at this point. Juniper and Cain had both expressed an interest in looking over the files some more. And the succubus was willing to bet that Albert needed to stay and get his guests settled. It wasn’t like he could go alone. Well, he could, but it wasn’t wise. So, he was going to be stuck in this magical bed a breakfast that he was positive didn’t even have an address (Much less a Wi-Fi signal) for the foreseeable future. They wouldn’t get any freaking closer to killing the Outcasts by reading the files. Okay, maybe, but he doubted it.
He found himself asking, “Is this what we are doing for the rest of the day? Reading and eating pastries? Not that that is a bad plan. Not trying to judge or anything. Just want to know.

He was absolutely judging. Argenti was good at it, and he always liked playing to his strengths. He just thought waiting around reading things that The Detective had already read was not a completely smart move. He respected the fact that a different set of eyes attached to a different brain, might see something that another person might of missed, but he honestly didn’t think that it was going to be him seeing what had been missed. Though, and he had to be honest, the thought of placing different colored push pins into a giant map did seem kind of appealing. What was it called on all the crime drama shows? A geographical profile? Yeah! Argenti could do that. Though, again honesty time, The Detective had probably already done that.

He also found himself asking another question, [color=C0C0C0]“Do we need a team name? Or even a hashtag? It’s not like we can live tweet our actions. That would be a sure-fire way to let the Outcasts know that something is going on. Right now, since we know practically nothing, discretion is honestly our best bet. Yes?”

Argenti may not know if rereading the files would actually help, but he did know that. When he spotted someone with The Gift, he couldn’t just kill them. First, he had to find out all he could about them, their routines, their habits, their lives. And he couldn’t be seen or spotted or figured out until he finally took them away to kill them. The same thing applied here, with the Outcasts. This group of four need to figure out who the Outcasts were and how to dispose while remain undercover until it was time to strike. They wouldn’t be doing that if Juniper live tweeted the whole thing.

The Lesser Evils. (Play is live!)

Hello everybody!

So, first off posts are due on 09/26/2022 (Which is the day before the last book in the Scholomance series comes out. I'm excited for that!)

Next, I would like to recruit at least one more person. Right now the way the dynamic is set up it's pretty much all the characters have to stick together and I was hoping to try and set up a couple different subplots up. I didn't have anything specific in mind. I just thought it would be cool. If anyone has a friend or someone in mind that might want to play have them message me or Pascal or mention them here! And shout out to anyone lurking. If you were reading and thinking, "This looks cool!" Drop us a line! It might take some work, but we could figure out a way to integrate your character.

That's all I have for now. Lots of Love!

LadyAnnaLee

The Lesser Evils. (Play is live!)

@duskshine749

@DawningAurora

@Pascal

Hello! It looks like we are slowly losing people. Which is fine. People have to do what's best for them. I am sorry that the deadline started stressing people out. It was actually meant to reduce stress while still making sure the story moved forward at a decent pace. I guess that did happen. Oops.

Anyways. Are the three of you having fun still? Do you want me to look for people to fill the empty spots or would you rather just move on just the four of us? Or do you want to just end it now? I'm really at a loss so I could really use your feedback.

Thank you!

LadyAnnaLee