SweetiePup

I'm a fem writer who writes Yuri, and I just finished my new rps calling, and figured I might as well link here too to cater to the right crowd~♡

I'd be happy to help! It'll give me something to do in between moments I'm moving stuff over my extended weekend. Oh I missed there was another page - I thought owner might still need help making human npcs ^^;

My Twitter timeline is nothing but clips of the new Tomodachi Life demo and its been nothing but delightful.

On the edge of town where business bleeds to suburb and further yet bleeds to stretch of road and farmland, a line building stands, three stories in the small-town, western European style that was common in Pine Hearth. New signs had been hung up and books and candles now filled the windows in sales displays. A tin Gothic-styled sign hung over the front door: Grimoires and Grim Wares. A sort of catchy, kitschy name for the new bookstore. It seemed to have popped up overnight, overtaking a building long empty and for sale. Inside, a cheerfully humming woman could be seen, combing through the hundreds of book spines on the shelves that covered the walls from floor to ceiling. Jenny rearranged books, took inventory, and scribbled notes as her bushy tail swished side to side comfortably. The vibe inside was immaculate; the center candle display towered on a tiered pyramid display table, mixing scents wafting throughout the open shop space and mingling with the faint mustiness of paper and ink. Low-light lamps stood in the corners, casting a warm, gentle light throughout the room to create a cozy atmosphere against the outside chill. Behind the register counter were a few shelves of priced odds and ends; metal charms, bracelets and necklaces, even small glass bottles claiming to be potions and salves of various kinds. A wooden door in the wall was clearly labeled "Employees Only", next to the staircase that led to the second floor. Jenny passed the entryway and paused to flip a switch on the wall to turn on the small neon "Open" sign in the front window to open up for the day before moving to settle behind the counter, opening up a black leather bound book to read.

Name: Genevieve "Jenny" Bylilly Age: 21 Sex: Female - Occasional Hermaphrodite/"Full" Futanari Gender: Female Sexuality: Homosexual Rank: Omega Species: Red Fox Personality: Jenny is a cheerful, playful, and mischievous soul, reflecting her young age and lack of worldliness. The confident, friendly nature she maintains belies a deep insecurity and lack of personal attachment. The root of these distancing issues is anyone's best guess. Being from a deeply insular tribe of werebeasts from the southwest, she finds herself out of her depth in social situations since moving to Pine Heath. Her friendliness is easily matched by her wit, allowing her to adapt quickly to her surroundings and new communities. Having finally turned of age, Jenny sought to leave the confines of her tribe and find a new life elsewhere. Chasing stories in her old books and rumours of an old society of fellow werewolves here, she decided to open up a small bookshop and home made candle store in the foggy, sleepy town. Jenny spends her time otherwise studying ancient occultism and the physical magicks of the world. The young fox fashions herself as an herbalist witch, alchemist, and charm caster, studying what magic she can wield without the ability to channel magic innately as a lycanthrope. Being an outsider, she maintains neutrality between the rivalries of the local Vampire families and Werewolf packs, particularly so she can barter between them. Appearance Details: Jenny stands at an even 5'5", a grin usually seen on her face to light up sparkling amber-honey eyes. A mane of wild orange-red hair frames her face and falls down to the small of her back, contrasting against her darker, tan skin. Fuzzy fox ears and an enormously fluffy tox tail pokes from her head and spine. Whether Jenny is unable to revert these trace transformations, or simply chooses not to is hard to discern, as when asked, the girl tends to give different answers or brushes over it entirely. When transformed, Jenny shrinks down to a slightly smaller 5'0", losing size in favour of increased speed and dexterity. Her hair colour extends to her fur; becoming a lithe, fluffy fiery red fox with white tipping her ears and tail and striking down her underbelly. The fox's eyes turn into a striking emerald when changed. Jenny attempts to avoid fighting wherever possible, preferring to talk, barter, or even gamble before turning to blows. Of course, violence is an inevitability and the fox is no stranger to it. She fights with speed and divergent tactics - divide, distract, destroy. She prefers to toy with opponents, drawing their attention to anything but the task at hand to gain the upper edge in combat, and various potions and magical talismans can help tip the scale as well. Honor is not a concept Jenny is particularly concerned with, and will eagerly exploit weaknesses or dirty tactics if she must. Other Details (Optional): A genetic anomaly causes the occasional full-moon transformation to go a little further, forcing Jenny to become a hermaphrodite. This explosion of hormones and embarrassing additional physiology tends to cause her insecurities and other internal struggles to undermine her confidence. This transformation is guaranteed under unique moons, such as Blue, Blood, or Darkened Moons.

Quick question! (if this is the right place for it...) I assume there's no way for Vampires and Weres to interbreed or mix-turn one another, right? I.E., a werewolf biting a Vampire to turn them mix-blood or vice versa? Additionally, are we limited to just were-wolves, or are other were-species up for consideration? Thanks!

Hiya there! I have teo characters that would work wonderfully in this setting, and I've been itching for some more DnD classic RPG rp for a while! I'd love to chat about what you have in mind!~ ♡

Hiya! I generally play mostly futa sub! If you're still searching, I'm happy to talk about whatever ideas you have in mind! Ecchitext me at any time~ ♡

The Prancing Mare, world famous Adventurer's Guild and Tavern - or so it wishes it could be. 30 years ago, it was a popular and bustling hot spot for travelers back when it was simply a Tavern on its own. Since, sadly, the owner had passed some time since then, and his daughter, the Centaur named Claire, finds herself the patron of the place. Wiping down the polished beechwood bar counter for what must have been the tenth time that day, she sighs. The girl glances over to the far wall next to the wide entrance doors, where it seemed the ever-growing pile of quest requests and work requests stood pinned into the wood. Only three people were present in the otherwise empty foyer. John, the drunkard from the nearby town was laying across a table in the center of the bar, passed out, snoring loudly, and drooling all over the place. He was the only reason the place could afford to stay open, really. A lone traveler sat at the furthest end of the bar, nursing a tall flagon. As best as she had tried, Claire wasn't able to get them to say a word. The last person present was the weekly delivery man, bringing the usual supplies. The Centaur girl sighed and placed her elbows on the bartop glumly. "Where did I go wrong?" She lamented to no one in particular. "I kept the same menu, added new drinks, and spent out the wazoo on advertising. You'd think this place'd be bustling up a storm with up and coming adventurers now! Or maybe some Outsider worshippers or just...just something!" She annoyedly tossed her cleaning rag behind her and into a washbin, turning around to busy herself with organizing.

Name: Claire Brighthoof Age: 21 Occupation: Guildmaster Outsider of Worship: None Residency: On the edge of the northeastern Great Forest, a day's ride north of Olfrons Bio: A bright-eyed and cheery Centaur girl, who's restless optimism and neverending positivity is a shining beacon in the darkness. She came to own the Prancing Mare Adventurer's Guild after her father passed away, taking over the old tavern and rebranding as a hotspot for adventurers, sellswords, and mercenaries alike to rest and find work. Protected by the first in which her people lived, Claire generally grew up with little hardship from the ongoing power struggle of the Outsiders over the lands. For some unknown reason, Claire has not taken an Outsider patron, and remains independent, though seems to happily entertain those who come to try to convince her to join a convent of worship, with the same result every time. The Centaur remains an outstanding Ranger, known to be one of the best from her clan, despite her very young age. The adventurer's guild she runs continues to be incredibly (un)successful, and the tavern building often goes nearly empty on the day-to-day, despite Claire's best efforts to market and recruit. Kinks: Breeding (G/R), creampies (G/R), threesomes/multiple partners, pseudo-feral (Centaur) (G), Oral (G/R), Vaginal (G/R), Anal (G/R), Excessive cum/precum, belly bulging, cervix penetration, size difference, magic, Aftercare/affection, Musk Limits: Bathroom/"gross" kinks, Abuse/Violence/Death, Vore, Footplay, Cheating, Prolapse, Macro/Extreme sizes, Rape Reference and Description: Claire stands at 5 foot 6 inches (which is quite short for a Centaur), and weighs about 300 pounds. Her hair is very short, and both her hair and coat are colored a mild auburn brown. Claire maintains a prominent scar on her forehead in between her bright pink eyes. Claire is an anomaly, in that she heralds both male and female genitalia at the rear. Her favourite colour is red, and often is found adorned in red or green clothing. Stats: Level 10 Str - 16 Dex - 16 Con - 19 Int - 7 Wis - 9 Char - 10 Skills: Perception, Nature, Survival Weapon Mastery: Longbow, Shortbow When hitting an enemy with a Longbow, Claire reduces their speed by 10 feet until her next turn. When hitting an enemy with a Shortbow, Claire has rolling advantage for next attack. +2 to rolling for ranged attacks. Opportunity attacks have disadvantage. Horde Breaker: Once per battle, Claire can use her same attack again against another creature. Languages: Elvis, Dwarfish, Common