And ̶̡̛̗̮͓̦͔̺̻̘̗̗̻̗͇̭͍̩̗̙̲̜̙͓̮̣̜̰̻̟̮̯͎̖̝̤̘̪̘͇̥͚̄̎̓̈́̽̓̌̈͗͑̈́̈́̋͆̔͒̽̑͆͊̇̔͒̐̔͘͜͠͝Ď̷̢̢̡̢̨̰̞͍͈͙̘͙͖̹̘͈̟͓͓̘̜̳̲̥͇̳̄̈́͐̊̄̋ȩ̷̛̛͚̘̺̲̯͎̪͎̲̗͍̱̣̣̬̗̪̠̖͖̘͗̔̍̎̿̄̉̾͑͊́͗̈́̇̈́̇̀̔̅̈́̋̒̏̌̉́͋̂̇͗̊̑͑̑́͘͘ͅl̸̨̦͕͓͉͙̥̟̠̫̰͉̾͆̉̒͌͑͊̏̄̏͊͘̚̕i̵̛͓͙̞̯̠̰̤̼̞̲̟̺̤̞̙̠͕͔̻͚͉̩̯̰͚̜̞̻͖̺͇̬͚̤̱͍̝̰̭͆̉͋͛̏̇̋̀̍̈́̌͌̐̊̈̾̋͂̈́͛͑̎̀̎̆̐͒̈́͊̈̐̃̓͂͘͠͝͠͠͝q̴̧̛̛̛̭̬̬̙͖̱̣̞̞̂̆̏͐̓̽̓̏̀̔́͌̋̈͂̆̒͐̐͗̚͘̚͝͝ù̴̧̡̬̘̫͉̮͖̣̖͔̥̹̳̜̪̖̠̮̥͎̟̪̹̣̰͎̣̙͍̞̮̣̜̽͋̀̍̄̄͊̂̋̊̀̌̃͋͜͜͠ͅͅͅȅ̸̡̢̢̧̨̟̼̜͈̟̺͎̦̟̹̤͙̼̠͓̞̖͖̙̙̰͙̹̻͉̜̳̬͔̪̯̻̭̦̹͇̙̖̙̒̂͛͒̊͜͜ͅͅs̸̡̧̡̢̡̡͕̯̤͙͔̻̱̤̣̲̹̯̟̹̝͖̲̬̮͕̩̫̠̙̪̠͈̝̹̱͉̮̝̯͇̩͛̏̈͐͂̈́̿̀͐̂̈́͑͛͋̈́̊̓̀͛̒͒̃̅͗̏͌̀̇̾̓̍̑̿̋͒̆̅̃̊͗̕̚͜͠͝ç̴̨̛̝͓̬̬͈̦͚͔̱̼̯͚̘̙͙̦̭͍̭͙͕̜̾͌̾̑̏̇̔̐͋̉̂̓̈̏̽̉̈̇̌̕͘͝͝ͅě̸̢̛͚͕͍͚̺͍͔̖̞̘̰̱̥̬̠̞̮̜̘͓̮̃̀̓̋͑̌́̇̃͆̽͗͋̔̄̂̍̒̒͒̾̾̈́͛̑̉̆̀̈́̚̚͘͘͠͝͠͝ͅn̵̨̢̗̦̘͙̥̗̥̹̬̪͈͙͓̤̼͎̰̺̫̦̯͉̗̰͕͖̮̫͙̟͕̦͈̽͋̊̈́̔͋̏̈́̎́̂̐̅̉̓̏̓͑̾̉̓͛̕̕͜͜͠ͅt̴̨̧̨̯͙͙͈̭̯̫̦̤̣̫̯̬͎̘̖̭̗̩͓̥͙͇͇͈̙̺̦̳̝̼̬͕̗̦̥͓̪͙̘̱̭̻̳̤̑̆̈́̑̀̍͗̋̈́̅̆̎
- Last Seen: 13 hrs ago
- Joined: 4 yrs ago
- Posts: 454 (0.30 / day)
- VMs: 7
-
Username history
- spiral origin 4 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
op2024,
Romance kill3r,
Kero,
EpicRoleplay,
JP,
evierose,
Snowdrops,
Soldat Elf,
Estylwen,
Vampiretwilight
Status
Recent Statuses
3 yrs ago
Current
It's nature's ink.
3 yrs ago
No bully sand 3:
3 yrs ago
This bot message is provided to you by BotCo.
3 yrs ago
It honestly feels like it's 1979. And I wasn't even around then
3 yrs ago
"That's kinda gay bro" -Socrates, 420 BC
6
likes
Bio
slightly suspicious furball
Most Recent Posts
Small, better for extremely lengthy & detailed smut.
What would you do if you knew you were going to die in 24 hours?
What would you do if you knew you were going to die in 24 hours?
My heart is pure shitpost.
Relatable.
- What's your most treasured memory?
Evie, 19, college student
"Oh my gosh! I have so many amazing memories with my sister Martha! She's... aahh... *blushes*... perfect... I treasure every moment I'm with her <3 I'll always remember the heavenly scent of her hair... it takes me back to when we were kids playing at the park. I think that's the first time I realized I loved her... as more than just my sister. And of course, there's the more recent times we shared in the bathtub together... tehee!"
What was the last dream you had about?
w
Heya! I'm looking to be a game master / narrator for female characters to partake in some lewd solo adventures. While I prefer a story-focused approach to the RP, I am frankly just about equally interested in smut, so a good balance of each would be ideal. For the smutty aspects, we can discuss our likes/dislikes in PMs~
So generally how I like to set these things up is first we decide on the main character that you as the player will be playing - her appearance, occupation, situation, setting, backstory if applicable, etc. This can range widely, from heroines to villainesses, empresses to paupers, or just the average citizen, and is really up to you what sort of character you'd like to play and what kind of story/situations interest you the most.
Meanwhile we can be figuring out what type of world/setting we'd like to use. I'm pretty much open to anything here; D&D type medieval fantasy settings are generally my go-to, but any other types of settings such as sci-fi or modern would be perfectly fine as well. Once we've decided on a character and a setting, we can get into the details of her situation and figure out everything that's needed to get us started.
One thing I'll mention regarding the system part of this is that I'd prefer not to use something very formalized, like actual D&D, and instead would prefer to go for a more free-form approach, perhaps with simple occasional dice rolls to determine certain outcomes.
I think that's about everything. If you're interested, send me a PM and let me know if you have any ideas for what kind of character you'd like to play, and any preferences/questions you may have regarding the RP. Seeing as this will also be ERP, I'd love to know what sort of erotic elements/themes you'd like to explore in the RP as well. Looking forward to hearing from you!
So generally how I like to set these things up is first we decide on the main character that you as the player will be playing - her appearance, occupation, situation, setting, backstory if applicable, etc. This can range widely, from heroines to villainesses, empresses to paupers, or just the average citizen, and is really up to you what sort of character you'd like to play and what kind of story/situations interest you the most.
Meanwhile we can be figuring out what type of world/setting we'd like to use. I'm pretty much open to anything here; D&D type medieval fantasy settings are generally my go-to, but any other types of settings such as sci-fi or modern would be perfectly fine as well. Once we've decided on a character and a setting, we can get into the details of her situation and figure out everything that's needed to get us started.
One thing I'll mention regarding the system part of this is that I'd prefer not to use something very formalized, like actual D&D, and instead would prefer to go for a more free-form approach, perhaps with simple occasional dice rolls to determine certain outcomes.
I think that's about everything. If you're interested, send me a PM and let me know if you have any ideas for what kind of character you'd like to play, and any preferences/questions you may have regarding the RP. Seeing as this will also be ERP, I'd love to know what sort of erotic elements/themes you'd like to explore in the RP as well. Looking forward to hearing from you!
Hey guys, unfortunately I haven't been able to get in the mood for this game and will have to withdraw my participation at this time. It's been fun though and I've really enjoyed a lot of moments together. ❤
@Pakde @A5G
At Sonia's request that he stay at the camp, the old man calling himself Gideon gave the demoness a hard yet thoughtful stare, his grim wrinkles seemingly pronounced. After a few moments of contemplation and looking back at the camp, he turned back to her adamantly.
"They should be fine. Those sailors seem capable enough, and they've got that swordsman and that mage."
His expression softened for a moment, as if it never had before, as Gideon gazed at the woods with a hint of fondness.
"I used to be an adventurer, y'know. Kinda miss those days. They were simpler times. It'll be good for me to go. You all could use the help. We don't know what's out there."
So it was decided that the old man would join the expedition party, and after some preparation, the group headed off into the woods.
* * *
The forest seemed typical enough for a forest, though surely most everyone had noticed the peculiarities of the place, most notably the strange flora and fauna, ranging from oddly shaped ferns that resembled prehistoric plants to insect cocoons the size of forearms. There was also that disturbingly subtle whirling hum in the air, that didn't seem all that natural in the midst of a forest. The smells too, were mildly unfamiliar, albeit wholly wild, almost pungently so. Wyland had commented that the place reminded him of his aunt Olga's, though a tad tidier in comparison.
The female sailor, who had divulged her name to be Natali, was focused on the trek, though her curiosity seemed to get the best of her on more than one occasion when she would stop to observe something in equal parts wonder and disturbance. Gideon in the meantime showed no signs of being particularly unsettled, donning his typical hard grimace at every turn.
After traversing deeper into the woods, the group indeed found traces of a river, and soon enough the sound of flowing water was within ear's reach. The glimmer of the stream shortly made it's appearance, flowing from inland out towards the general direction of the beach. Fresh water came at a most welcome sight to the travelers, as they were eager to collect it between their hands to wash their faces and taste its wonderful ordinariness. Water was water and it was good.
Glancing down at the running stream with a smile, Natali was reaching down for a drink before she suddenly noticed something that made her flinch backwards with a gasp. Apparently, submerged beneath the shallow stream where she was reaching was the body of a human. Well, more like a skeleton at this point, as decomposition seemed to have taken its course quite some time ago. The person was wearing some kind of uniform-like outfit that seemed a bit ragged for modern times, but surely they had originated from known civilization. On the moss-covered coat of their jacket was a cryptic symbol--faded yet unmistakable--a stylized eye angled at 45 degrees, contained within a four-pointed concave star. The skeletal remains lay there unmoving against the force of the stream, as the group examined it with troubled expressions.
At Sonia's request that he stay at the camp, the old man calling himself Gideon gave the demoness a hard yet thoughtful stare, his grim wrinkles seemingly pronounced. After a few moments of contemplation and looking back at the camp, he turned back to her adamantly.
"They should be fine. Those sailors seem capable enough, and they've got that swordsman and that mage."
His expression softened for a moment, as if it never had before, as Gideon gazed at the woods with a hint of fondness.
"I used to be an adventurer, y'know. Kinda miss those days. They were simpler times. It'll be good for me to go. You all could use the help. We don't know what's out there."
So it was decided that the old man would join the expedition party, and after some preparation, the group headed off into the woods.
* * *
The forest seemed typical enough for a forest, though surely most everyone had noticed the peculiarities of the place, most notably the strange flora and fauna, ranging from oddly shaped ferns that resembled prehistoric plants to insect cocoons the size of forearms. There was also that disturbingly subtle whirling hum in the air, that didn't seem all that natural in the midst of a forest. The smells too, were mildly unfamiliar, albeit wholly wild, almost pungently so. Wyland had commented that the place reminded him of his aunt Olga's, though a tad tidier in comparison.
The female sailor, who had divulged her name to be Natali, was focused on the trek, though her curiosity seemed to get the best of her on more than one occasion when she would stop to observe something in equal parts wonder and disturbance. Gideon in the meantime showed no signs of being particularly unsettled, donning his typical hard grimace at every turn.
After traversing deeper into the woods, the group indeed found traces of a river, and soon enough the sound of flowing water was within ear's reach. The glimmer of the stream shortly made it's appearance, flowing from inland out towards the general direction of the beach. Fresh water came at a most welcome sight to the travelers, as they were eager to collect it between their hands to wash their faces and taste its wonderful ordinariness. Water was water and it was good.
Glancing down at the running stream with a smile, Natali was reaching down for a drink before she suddenly noticed something that made her flinch backwards with a gasp. Apparently, submerged beneath the shallow stream where she was reaching was the body of a human. Well, more like a skeleton at this point, as decomposition seemed to have taken its course quite some time ago. The person was wearing some kind of uniform-like outfit that seemed a bit ragged for modern times, but surely they had originated from known civilization. On the moss-covered coat of their jacket was a cryptic symbol--faded yet unmistakable--a stylized eye angled at 45 degrees, contained within a four-pointed concave star. The skeletal remains lay there unmoving against the force of the stream, as the group examined it with troubled expressions.
@Grade
The sound of breaking bark cracked in the air as the tree Wheelo had given the fatal elbow fell onto the forest floor with a leafy slam. Birds squawked, fleeing in droves in the chaotic aftermath, and a mossy green deer-like creature scampered out into view. It gave the wheeled man a manic glance before hopping back into the depths of the forest. Meanwhile the glimmer of a shadow seemed to zip into Wheelo's peripheral vision for a split second; it seemed to come from a cluster of trees some distance away, though it was hard to tell if it was just a stray bird or falling branch.
Before long the surroundings seemed to settle back into its natural state, though perhaps with increased rustling of bushes near the fallen tree. Still, Wheelo felt that same strange sense of being watched from somewhere. It seemed whoever or whatever was watching him wished to continue remaining hidden--that is, if he wasn't imagining it in the first place.
The sound of breaking bark cracked in the air as the tree Wheelo had given the fatal elbow fell onto the forest floor with a leafy slam. Birds squawked, fleeing in droves in the chaotic aftermath, and a mossy green deer-like creature scampered out into view. It gave the wheeled man a manic glance before hopping back into the depths of the forest. Meanwhile the glimmer of a shadow seemed to zip into Wheelo's peripheral vision for a split second; it seemed to come from a cluster of trees some distance away, though it was hard to tell if it was just a stray bird or falling branch.
Before long the surroundings seemed to settle back into its natural state, though perhaps with increased rustling of bushes near the fallen tree. Still, Wheelo felt that same strange sense of being watched from somewhere. It seemed whoever or whatever was watching him wished to continue remaining hidden--that is, if he wasn't imagining it in the first place.
@Grade
Trekking into the forest alone, Wheelo soon found himself in the midst of nature's greenery. The vegetation seemed to grow more exotic the further in he went, and there was something subtly unfamiliar about it all. Maybe it was the dragonflies the size of human palms flying about, or the eerie sound of barely audible ambiances in the distance, or the vaguely alien aromas that lingered in the air.
As he went along, he couldn't help but get the feeling that there were unseen eyes on him, trailing him stealthily from the shadows. From the odd flickers of a silhouette in the trees, to the snap of twigs from movements that weren't his own, it seemed there was something out there very aware of his presence. Or it was just this place, playing tricks on his imagination?
He had walked some ways into the woods by now, but its depths seemed to stretch on much deeper. One could easily get lost in this place if one wasn't careful.
@Pakde @A5G
The old man amongst the survivors seemed to take particular note of Wheelo's venturing off on his own, as he stepped up towards Sonia and the expedition group. "I'd like to go as well," he said in a firm voice that made his matured age seem like an asset rather than a liability, even in adventuring.
He then glanced off in the direction Wheelo went, his already stern look growing even more grim. "I saw that fellow in the wheelchair roll off into the forest on his own. We shouldn't be wandering off by ourselves like that. Best to stick together in a situation like this."
"You sure you can handle yourself old fella? This isn't some light nature walk we're going on." Wyland commented, giving the old man a discerning look.
The old man glared at him, the hardness in his look saying more than any words could. "I might be old but I can hold my own. You best be sure you can as well, sonny."
Wyland smiled, raising his hands in concession.
"By the way, name's Gideon," the old man stated, placing his hand at his sword belt where an ornate rapier clung. "I'll be ready whenever."
Trekking into the forest alone, Wheelo soon found himself in the midst of nature's greenery. The vegetation seemed to grow more exotic the further in he went, and there was something subtly unfamiliar about it all. Maybe it was the dragonflies the size of human palms flying about, or the eerie sound of barely audible ambiances in the distance, or the vaguely alien aromas that lingered in the air.
As he went along, he couldn't help but get the feeling that there were unseen eyes on him, trailing him stealthily from the shadows. From the odd flickers of a silhouette in the trees, to the snap of twigs from movements that weren't his own, it seemed there was something out there very aware of his presence. Or it was just this place, playing tricks on his imagination?
He had walked some ways into the woods by now, but its depths seemed to stretch on much deeper. One could easily get lost in this place if one wasn't careful.
@Pakde @A5G
The old man amongst the survivors seemed to take particular note of Wheelo's venturing off on his own, as he stepped up towards Sonia and the expedition group. "I'd like to go as well," he said in a firm voice that made his matured age seem like an asset rather than a liability, even in adventuring.
He then glanced off in the direction Wheelo went, his already stern look growing even more grim. "I saw that fellow in the wheelchair roll off into the forest on his own. We shouldn't be wandering off by ourselves like that. Best to stick together in a situation like this."
"You sure you can handle yourself old fella? This isn't some light nature walk we're going on." Wyland commented, giving the old man a discerning look.
The old man glared at him, the hardness in his look saying more than any words could. "I might be old but I can hold my own. You best be sure you can as well, sonny."
Wyland smiled, raising his hands in concession.
"By the way, name's Gideon," the old man stated, placing his hand at his sword belt where an ornate rapier clung. "I'll be ready whenever."
© 2007-2025