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Someone getting mad because my mental health issues prevented me from continuing a roleplay... well, any roleplay for a while, but still... I'd gladly write roleplays play rather than deal with that will-sapping depression. A little bit of empathy can go a long way. Otherwise, things here don't really bother me. People come and go, stories get setup and never written, partners ghost, get overly demanding, write crap into a story I specifically asked to exclude, ignore my preferences, get mad when you write something they didn't want even when they never told you, and generally act like petulant children or disappointed authorities. You c

I'm riffing off of @LEROZERO's fun thread, so please head over there and show some love! Tell us about a favorite moment with a partner, whether it be amazing roleplaying, unexpected empathy, a wonderful twist you never saw coming, or even just their winning personality and/or writing! In this game, tagging your partner is encouraged (but not necessary) - give your amazing partners some props! --- ____ --- ____ --- ____ --- ____ --- ____ --- I'll post an example: I still haven't even got to the roleplay, but plotting with @WickedCadrach has been so much fun, I honestly don't even care if we get to the actual s

First, I would have to mention@LdyDrgnflm my first partner here who taught me basically all I know about etiquette on the site. @MissKass With whom I literally have roleplayed for years and remains one of my favourite RP partners. She is just great at writing and role-playing. Speaking of great writers, no list of roleplay partners would be complete without mentioning @IsabellaRose & @Umi Yatsugake. Who have inspired me to do better with my own writting by sheer example. @Hiddensub & @Luno Asherah are gone but I truly enjoyed RPing with them. Specially because the ideas I tried with them remain unique. @BlakeRp &a

Everyone I have ever written with or plotted with has always been lovely and really understanding. @Moon Hound Hati @Sinful Vampire @YelloweyeOfHim @love_and_poprocks @BigBadWolf @Gardsorm @Mysthero @AsBloodTurnsEverCold I love you all! I didn't deserve to meet and speak to these people. They were patient and understanding with me. I feel really bad to have vanished on these lovely people at random without a word. Big shout out to all of these wonderful wonderful people.

There is a sale on Steam...

Maray had her eyes trained on the young woman who entered. There wasn't really that many other people in the bar, most were also regulars that "came" almost every night, so a new face drew attention quite easily. Why is the world is that woman just...walking around? A drone? Ooooh...recording. The bartender kept her eyes on the young woman but spoke to Dai out of the corner of her mouth. "It isn't against the rules and all, but she should be careful about who she records...Some don't take too kindly, especially when their dicks and/or pussies are out..." She finally looked away to check something behind her, grabbing a large black bottle

honey was in full swing, matching beezwacks panoramic view as she walked in circles, matching his rythem to keep herself steady well the bar spun by slowly in the background, her eyes catching the green haired bartenders along with a gentleman's at the bar, she knew she was a little early, she cleared the stream with someone related to management over coms before the stream kicked off "...but that all will come after a drink and a quick look around the place to give everyone an idea of the location, and to give a few more folks a chance to show up. have to give the place a proper review and I cant promise Ill be walking right by the end of th

“Ryoko should be fine. Probably.” Dai observed in response to her wandering off on her own. Following the other two. He would not be surprised if he heard what happened later. Hopefully she had a good time, whether or not she just watched the other two. Hopefully she was not overcome by the drink. “I’ll probably go look later, make sure she did nit get sick. But she looked fine, as long as she does not drink more.” Since she was tailing the other two, someone would probably see if she fell or something like that. More importantly, she hopefully did not start telling people too much about the life she lived. His eyes shifted to

Good afternoon, everyone, my name's Joan, or really whatever you wanna call me hehe ;) I have never been to good at these sorts of things, but hey, I'll give it a go. I've been roleplaying across the internet for several years and continue to enjoy it. I'm a pretty nerdy person who loves to read, play video games, and play some D&D! Anyway, I'm here to chat and play, so come by and say hi

As far as active partners go, I have to give massive props to @LEROZERO for being so vividly descriptive and their colorful use of onomatopoeia. Also very easy to work things out with and respectful.

Not reading my preferences. Pushing to smut all the time.

Recordings, reviews. Probably better Ryoko had run off, got at least temporarily saved from that. As for Dai, well in most cases it probably was not a big deal. It was not exactly a secret what happened here or that the place existed. The only complication would be if he was caught with the wrong sort of woman on camera. Nobody would care if it was some random woman, or if it was with ‘Honeyfluff’ herself, though some could be more complicated. Ryoko herself would not be the best person to be ‘on camera’ with. Some others too, and sometimes you did not actually know if a partner was one of those people until it was over. With some peo

DAMN the amount of alcohol I just had to search for... Hope it looks good!

Haaah! I am gonna try and get a reply out soon for Dreams!

Heya, everyone! My name is Katelyn (Katie) Morgan, and this is my first night using EcchiDreams! I've been roleplaying for about 18 years now (most of that just being SFW RP, or GMing/DMing for tabletop games), but I've been doing more lewd roleplays for about five years now. I came from AniRoleplay, and since people have been talking about EcchiDreams more than usual there, I decided to give it a shot! I had been working 60+ hour workweeks, on top of going to college for about three years, but I just achieved my Masters Degree about four days ago, and I've moved to work-from-home, with four ten-hour workdays, so I have way too

Sweet! A reply will be out in the later!

Did not get the chance I expected earlier this weekend, but there we go.

//Hey! I got it submitted in time, lol// Hearing loss. That had to be it, Daga thought. Davaros had taken one too many strikes to the helm, and all that ringing steel meant the paladin couldn’t tell that he and Melleria were going at it hard enough to make the wood nymphs blush. Seated at the fire, the goblin woman gave the red oil-cloth tent a loathing look that might have been disappointment if the droop in her black lip and sallow eyelids hadn’t given the expression the appearance of dripping off her face like running paint. It was stupid to feel any way about it, she decided. Anyone with half a brain knew that the blue-eyed warr

Maray turns around to get another swig of water, her tall glass slowly filling up until the clear liquid was nearly spilling over the edge. She downed the glass within seconds with a loud - "Haaaaah!" - escaping her throat. For a job where she is surrounded by alcohol, water is definitely the best thing she has tasted. Especially when on the job...She can't be downing shots or glasses of alcohol, even IF she knows it'll be a slow day(Though it is never truly a slow day at the Garden). Maray would turn back around to see Evi and Dalton gone? She looked around for a moment, spotting them walking off towards the staircase where they could g

"Okay beezwacks this is an important high profile review, no glitches, no nonsense, no wandering lenses... unless its to look at someone mid fucking, that gets views, so thats fine... but I really need you to focus! can you do that for me?" the blue haired streamer paused for a second, waiting a moment for the hovering yellow and black drone to respond... or atleast react a little bit before continuing on... a little exasperated by the lack of a reply... she knew he would be glitching the moment they were live, but sadly she wasnt quite big enough to buy a new model quite yet... "ah fuck it, we need to go in raw Beez... just... try and behave

If I weren't a professional I'd probably get wet thinking about what could happen in the moment here. But I am a professional. Even professionals could get aroused, she figured. That was the only excuse for her own current arousal, enough that it gave the thin curve of her mound only the faintest pink flustering and only a miniscule hint of moisture. Her face was only heated from embarrassment. It wasn't the thoughts of what they could be doing in the moment, of what Dalton might have done had he lacked willpower. He was also a professional, after all. Professionals didn't fumble into those sorts of traps! "A public figure" she whis

And post in. :3 Dalton's probably going to be confused about what kind of infidelity case involves showing papers and flash drives to other people ... Unless its blackmail material... <.<

'Hm, maybe we got off on the wrong foot because she was drunk... I'll apologize to Ryoko when Evi's mission is done.' Dalton assured himself inwardly as Ryoko seemed to catch his look and almost threatened to pull something else down. Damn it, why did such a nice dance have to be happening while he was trying to help Evi with her work?! ... No, this was more important, making sure the catgirl got what she needed to further the case she was hired on. Just because this club openly welcomed all forms of decadence within reason didn't mean he could shirk his responsibilities as an agent of law enforcement, even if he wasn't true police... N

Heh. : p Glad to see the main bar and dance floor topic pick up again! Picked up a new game today (which I should have gotten last month, but this month is closer to something else), but I'll get my post in again before I start to sink my teeth into it.

It was lash out. Dylan wants to get hurt. I'm not sure how I got them on this kind of shadow of their darkest self, but that's where we are. I anticipate Dylan taking a couple of harm here, and hopefully giving the DJ something spectacular to show...

(Hey, don’t you go looking for private spaces without me. Shouldn’t you enjoy me watching?). Ryoko thought to herself, hearing some but not all of what they were saying. Enjoying that show, limited as it was so far. Not looking away, smiling a little when Dalton looked at her. Did I’d he like what he saw? She slid a thumb under the waist strap, teasing she might continue to undress, show him more, but it stayed on for the moment. She glanced again at the man. Now interacting with another woman. Why did they care so much about him? What, did they want a second man but were uncomfortable with a second woman? That would be annoying, th

More private spaces? Is he insinuating that we are going to end up going further? Someone is confident, isn't he? She didn't deny it, not audibly nor within her mind. If she was feeling up to it such a thing could happen! She was an adult and could make her own decisions! Heck, maybe she'd get into the mood! Decide that now was the time to give it a try! Or maybe she'd remain completely professional and leave this place with most of her dignity intact. Evi did her very best to convince herself that such a choice was already made. Ears perked up and red plastered across her face as Dalton suddenly pulled her into a hug! Her heart ham

Mweheheh, okay, finally posted! Is this simply what it looks like, or something more? Who knows!

Phew! Okay, there were fallbacks to ensure nothing went too far here. On one hand, Dalton felt the excitement almost boiling over at what could happen, but on the other side, he knew he needed to leash that excitement. This was purely business and cover... And maybe a little bit of curiosity and interest. Close enough to the stage Ryoko danced upon, it allowed him and Evi to look downbthriugh the glass floor that would allow others from down below to look up to see the dancers on stage. It might have been dangerous to them if Julius looked up, but between their activities and how close to Ryoko they were, he would surely think nothing more of

Finally, I'm back in action again. >.< Posts coming out slowly where they're owed, the week in passing was not great at all. Also I wanted to follow up on this, but I agree with expanding the world beyond the Garden too, and fully support the idea. : ) I brought up mentions in private and feel a greater world, or at least city, scope could help many characters in the story.

Dylan heard the commotion behind them before they got a chance to talk to the DJ. Turning, the Hollow saw Charlotte shove Selene to the floor and anger flared. They bit down on it - they'd had a lot of practice suppressing fury - and turned back to the DJ. "Hey!" they called with a forced smile painted on their full lips, "Can I ask you a favor?" Dylan began, drawing the little bag of pills from their pocket, concealed in their fist for the moment. "You don't happen to have Hurts So Good by John Cougar, do you?" "My friends are going to bring a video to you to show. O have a bunch of X that I can give you to record me getting the s

“Target acquired.” Serava Nightwhisper, proud first-year student of the Infernal Academy for Seduction Arts, stood confidently in the mortal realm, one stiletto heel planted on a desk. Her crimson tail flicked with purpose. Her barely-there uniform was technically school-appropriate… if the school was within one of the provinces of Hell. In the mortal realm, the amount of bare flesh revealed would be considered scandalous at best. Her body was her weapon, and showing it was firing the first shot. Across the room sat her target: a mortal boy. Glasses. Books. Faint scent of vanilla shampoo. “You are in the presence of a succubus

I wish I wasn't feeling like death for the past several days (which is around the time I even found out this challenge existed), because despite my borderline nonexistant self confidence regarding writing smut, I actually would've really liked this idea since fantasy is my go to setting. I might still make an unofficial entry because "use this as an excuse to practice" or something.

Something had pulled Jurgen here. Not physically, but a sense of something, some purpose deep within him. It must be Nemesis, he thought, as he grabbed his chest as if he could quiet the pull he was feeling. The will of the goddess was inside him know, buried in his subconscious, in his being. The nagging feeling had only gotten stronger recently, he had ignored it for a while, but eventually, he had given in and found himself here. People had been streaming from the city, Jurgen was one of the few trying to head into the city. The disorderly masses of people fleeing made him quite uneasy. No matter, there was something he needed to find

Aiden Monroe was somewhat used to being pranked, and while they weren't usually this... elaborate... he still smelled all the familiar beats he'd stepped to in the past. A pretty girl—in this case, gorgeous—an accident designed to play on his sympathy, and finally (he was sure) there would be some hidden trap ready to spring on him the second he tried to help. This pattern was partly why he was in one of the unused lecture hall classrooms instead of studying in the library or any of the common areas where his peers could more easily find him. Glancing up from the prone girl to the closed door of the classroom, Aiden wondered if he'd rea

As Selene stepped in front of Charlotte, trying to block her way and talk down the punk on a warpath, Charlotte felt a flash of anger spike behind her eyes. Selene, her quiet, purple-haired... friend? An hour ago she might have said so, strange as it felt for not really knowing Selene that well. But whatever she was, she had lied, pretending to go along with Lizzie and Sam's plan, she had embarrassed her already and now she was trying to get in her way again. Why did everyone have to butt in on what she wanted to do? She didn't care if people thought she was a bitch or crazy, but why couldn't they just shut up about it and let her do what she

For some reason it never occurred to me to post a search here, so I'm doing it now! I'll try to keep things brief! I'm looking to play the futa in a cuddly, affectionate FutaxF romance, which means I want someone who wants to play the female role! This will basically be an FxF pairing where my character has a poker and jewels instead of the usual lady bits. I'm flexible with genre and setting, and will be happy to hear your ideas or come up with something together! Know that I'm looking for a story with smut - I want to write something together with a little extra on the side rather than text-based porn. I ask that you be semi-literate,

Lash out physically to physically attack or Shut someone down talk sense or intimidate

Charlotte hesitated, jostled on the dance floor and barely keeping her footing as she watched Dylan slipping gracefully away, the bag of X discreetly flashed as they turned to face the DJ. "Fuck." Selene heard Charlotte spit the word, the dark-haired punk looking back and forth from the twins to Dylan as if weighing in her mind which would be able to fuck up her life worse. That brewing agitation turned hard, her brows knitting together as her lips curled in a snarl, and Charlotte took a furious step to follow Dylan, her head lowering and eyes intent. [Selene, you may not know Charlotte well enough to know precisely what she

"Her cousin," hissed Mister Askars' syrupy-smooth voice through the æther, "get her drunk. Falling down, pissing her pants drunk, scare my little birdy into being a very good girl. Veal, if you will." Velvet could feel the low, predatory chuckle rather than hear it. "I'll tell you when, but push Charlotte into the pool - I'll collect her from the ambulance."

well, the reason I had velvet going for robin specifically was because she was a religious individual, mr ascars wants to... find something related to that divine I mentioned before to snuff it out, and to a degree robin fits a set of criteria... also I was not intending him to be the blood sacrifice style of character, more of a manipulator and plans within plans style of villain, subtle, moving one piece to open up several paths to a checkmate... now if it was something closer to the lines of the video being switched out for something else that will either spread some chaos or further his goal that would be one thing. or maybe even just swa

Dylan continued to dance, even as their muscles tensed. "One," the Hollow smiled, "it means I have more drugs to give him to get him to play anything else - maybe you and me dancing." Dylan pressed closer to Charlotte, "Everyone hates me - how much do you think I can get on you?" They ask, writhing their way to the floor well behind the beat. The motion was serpentine, a languidly sensual. "But, more importantly," Dylan added, "since I'm already a pariah, there's nothing to lose if I use your face to break the screen. Now, Robin won't like that but that's better than watching you hurt her." Dylan let a hand drag over Charlotte

It turned out that Selene had misread things. She often did, unfortunately. A sudden impact against her shoulder caused Selene to wince, both from the shock of the strike and a little bit from the pain. More than that, she felt wrong in the moment for wanting to help Robin. Charlotte had other plans, it appeared. She actually wanted to put Robin's video up! Oh. Spilled. Some of the punch had overspilled onto her hand. She might have worried more about that however at the moment there were more pressing matters. Now Charlotte was upset at her! Also just as pressing: her plan to help Robin might have just suffered a major setback. If

Even if the intent is to delete the video just to buy time and not to get Robin totally off the hook, Mr. Askars seems to just want more offerings? sacrifices? I think he'd would tell Velvet something like, 'make sure you bring someone home with you tonight' in exchange for this favor. If you have an idea in mind for it to specifically be Charlotte, then I say go for it.

the thing is "currently" im not asking to keep robin, im just trying to ask for a little help on my mission, IE gaining robins trust... charlotte might be her own entire seperate thing

If he wants Robin, you;re going to have to offer him something extra special - I think he want to take Charlotte. I have a clear vision for this, but we're still working out this MC by committee thing, so before I post for him, @WickedCadrach, @Chiyako - do either of you want to weight in?

Dylan eyed Charlotte suspiciously. "Depends on how bad you want to burn Robin down." They leaned close to Charlotte, "I have a handful of X we can give him to play something else. I'll hold one back for each of us if you want." Dylan leaned back and smiled savagely, "The alternative is I do something drastic because I really like Robin." The party was bigger than what Dylan was used to, but the thrum of music, sexual energy and intoxication was familiar, even even they weren't used to having to seek it out. Or not being the primary attraction. It drew their mind back to the midway. To Robin, Was that why it felt so right there? The draw,

"You don't want to...what? Face justice?" he asked his eyes glows dimming a little. He stood tall over the two before he observed the man stumble forward as though something was wrong. No look of concern came over the ionized hero. Towards him, almost threatening but the hero knew that a simple man such as this couldn't hurt him even if he wanted to. He reached forward, tangling his large hands in the man's shirt and as if lifting a feather he lifted the man upward off the ground. He cocked his hand back. Measured of course because as angry as he was he did have a code and that was to not kill....but a little pain was a good reminder. He only

angela was in a situation, adjacent to being of her own making, but right now she was caught up with a pheromone crazed, knife wielding, psyco who she was assuming was an absolute nutcase of a man even on a good day... lets take a moment, to talk about Jerad, said psyco with a knife. on a good day he worked retail, trying to make ends meet so he can afford the medical bills his sister needs for her treatments, they are all that was left after their parents got into the car accident when the two of them where kids after all. he even turned to less... clean ways to make money to try and make ends meet, got mixed up with the wrong crowd in

The Thorns of Briarhold The moon hung low over the ruins of Briarhold, its silver light catching on the shattered spires and curling ivy like a beckoning finger. Lanternflies shimmered in the mist, their glow a soft pulse in the still air. Somewhere beyond the crumbling gatehouse, something sang, not in words, but in a voice that brushed the skin like a breath, trailing heat behind it. Callen paused at the threshold, heart knocking in his chest. He was twenty summers old and not yet used to the weight of a sword on his hip, though he wore it proudly. His cloak was still too new , and his boots had barely known mud, but already the b