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I'm a Game Master, rather than a role-player. I will run the city and NPCs for your superhero. The game will be comically sexual. Expect the various supervillains to have plans entirely revolving around sex, and usually to be defeated by sex too. Any sex will be consensual, although often confrontational.

That could also probably be where the darker kinks are played out since brothels may have..."kink-specific" rooms...

Elie turned to see Exzel as she blushed. Her pretty sundress making her look even more innocent. "I understand you broke it down that your demonic need for sexual energy helps you heal and feel better. I understand that is what Diamond is for and that you do love me dearly. Also you'll get to meet my father and mother day. Sebastian has breakfast for all of us. We just have to follow him to common door where I guess Diamond is waiting for us. I should apologize to her for being so distance and rude during what unfolded." She sighed kissing Exzel on the cheek. "Love you."

Hi! I'm new here! (･ω･)つ Please don't bite if I mess something up, only less you have Daddy Dracula level vampirism, then please do! (Where have you been all my life, dang it!?) Anyway, excuse-moi for being a total goof. ˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ I’m looking to write a roleplay --- or more---( *gasps* aren’t we all?) where the story is captivating, where I sit on the edge of my seat to reply, where my fingers are itchy with excitement to type away. I want to fall for our muses falling in love. To me, this isn’t just something to pass the time, to assuage the day-to

Exzel was feeling pretty. Feeling alive this morning after her rest. Sensing Alexadrine near, her contemplative thoughts faded, as she walked into the estate. She believed Elie had come to terms with Exzels demon needs after their talk yesterday. Well, after their talk, and then fucking Elie senseless. It has filled her with such a feeling of contentness, right until she was stabbed in the back... But today was a new day, she doubted the Golden Legion would try anything with her, Zef and 2 powerful magical girls here. They would probably want to ambush them, 1 or 2 at a time. Though that wasn't a sure thing. She glided into the room

Introduction I am playing through the story of a young woman who wakes with amnesia in a small medical center in eastern Kentucky. After a severe flood, she was found unconscious with head trauma near the edge of the woods and brought here by a local who happened to be passing by. The circumstances (after a flood) were randomly generated, the location was randomly chosen from a list based on data suggesting areas with high likelihood of flooding. I want her to be "someone special", perhaps a magical girl, a secret agent, an alien, a government experiment... I want her to have been escaping from something or on a mission or... well, somet

So... I leaned hard into the "religious" angle from the initial mythic rolls. I decided that her crusade became well-known, her mission obvious outside of her small community, and that she went down in history as something of an important figure. I wondered what people in the future might think of her, and decided that the only thing that fit was for her quotes at the end there to lead people to follow her, and eventually find her personal journals and use them as the basis for their own religion. It feels fittingly twisted enough given the beginning. I do want to write her misadventures, now. She's an interesting character, all in black

Act Four Reflections It seems like my characters' path finally becomes her own. Vengeance is a great motivation. I feel like this could be the origin story for a "Lady Vengeance" style weird west comic book character. A woman perhaps undead...? Hard to tell if she died, if the Devil gave her life back, or if she escaped somehow. I like the ambiguity of it. She dislikes organized religion, protects women from the judgment of men and god, and seems like she's really badass now. I wouldn't want to cross her. The memory I wanted to bury came back to me whole: the hall, the crowd, the scales heavy in my hand. And her, wrists bound

Third Wand: 7 of Wands Prompt: You destroy one of your belongings. What do you destroy? Why? Major Arcana for interpretation: The World I stand in the center of the room, surrounded by the remains of myself... the pair of cups on the table, the silk garments folded in drawers, the bed where I once burned with her, the journal where my own hand confessed the choice that ruined me. Every corner of this place holds a piece of Prudence Lawton, Judge, Lover, Betrayer, and I cannot bear it. I gather what will burn quickly: the curtains, the bedding, the pages of the journal. I strike flint, and the flame takes eagerly, racing u

Second Wand: Ace of Wands Prompt: You decide to change your appearance. What do you change? Why did you make this decision? Major Arcana for interpretation: The Tower The memory of condemning her clings to me like smoke, and I can’t bear the weight of it in my skin, so I strip it all away. The coat that never belonged to me, the boots that carried me here, the prim white dress with its torn hem, personal embroidery, and false modesty, all of it falls to the floor like shed skin. The water I find is cold, sharper than steel, biting at my flesh as I wash, but this is no mere cleansing: it is punishment, a ritual ablution. Each h

Third Cup: 10 of Cups Prompt: You open a drawer to find a journal. What does the final page say? Major Arcana for interpretation: The High Priestess The drawer resists me as though it has a will of its own, but when it finally gives, I find a journal waiting inside. It is slim, worn smooth at the edges, leather darkened where fingers once clutched it often. My chest tightens before I even open it. The pages whisper as I turn them, filled with a script I know in my bones is mine, though it feels like reading a stranger’s confessions. Near the end, on a page left mostly blank, I find the last entry: "I have chosen her, though I kn

Second Cup: King of Cups Prompt: An area of your home brings a strong memory to the surface. Which memory is this? Major Arcana for interpretation: The Sun The curtains are thin, the kind meant more for softness than privacy, and the afternoon light floods through them as I move into the bedroom. Dust motes rise in the golden beam, dancing like sparks. For the first time since I stepped into this house, the shadows fall back, and in their place, warmth rises up. The Sun shines through the thin curtains, evoking memory. I remember laughter, not the hushed kind traded in whispers, not the desperate kind pulled from the edge

Here are the next set of images. I feel like these re using huge amounts of resources for questionable gain: does anyone want to see these? If so, I'll continue to upload them, If not we'll save the disk space for something more interesting. Here we have the draw for the next section. I haven't written anything since yesterday though, and will have to revisit the prompt and think about Judgement - Judgement, Justice, The Chariot - the answers feel like they're following a theme that I may not be really interacting with. I attribute some of that to returning to this across an extended period of time, With each opportunity to write I'm com

Act 4 - Wands First Wand: King of Wands Prompt: A memory comes back that you would rather forget. Which memory is this? Why does it bother you? Major Arcana for interpretation: Death It strikes without warning. It is not a gentle drift of memory, but a blow, sharp and staggering. The smell comes first, iron and smoke, sharp in the back of my throat. Then the sound, a crowd inside the hall, restless, eager, baying for an end. Then the vision fixes itself - it's her. She stood at the center of the hall, the same place I once saw so many accused. But this time, it wasn’t some thief or heretic. It was the woman I love