u/DaimanRoleplays

**WANTED: MAIDENS, 21–3000 YEARS OLD!**

Times are tough, but here at *WarBitches Siege & Weaponry*, we understand it.

All of the realms are plagued by things like drought, famine, pestilence, and plague!!
You struggle to put food on the table and stay healthy. Meanwhile, every middling lord who can summon a militia thinks he’s a warlord, the greatest military tactician who ever lived. Goblin raids are up by 65%, and every time you turn around, a new king has crowned himself and is simultaneously warring with all his cousins, brothers, and sisters!

In dark, uncertain times like these, it’s important to have work that is fulfilling.

Due to the sprawling conflicts across the realms, *WarBitches* has become something of a household name. Our weapons turn the tide on every battlefield. Our siege devices extract the truth from the most steadfast of hearts. Our tools put delight on the most sadistic faces in the darkest dungeons and the biggest smiles on the faces of kings.

We need help to keep up with demand, so at *WarBitches*, we’ve opened our hearts, arms, and wallets for new bodyguards, caravaners, and saleswomen!

You’d get to see all of the realms, demonstrating how our devices and weapons work to customers.
You’d have total diplomatic immunity, being a neutral party in every land you travel to, provided you are selling our goods and wares.
While you travel, room and board are taken care of, from tents to inns to royal castles.
Last but not least, we’re paying more than some kingdoms are collecting in taxes right now!

See below to find which role is right for you:

**Caravaners**

600 silvers a day

Great for those who want to get into the trade business!

Caravaners would be trusted with the care of caravan animals, loading and unloading goods from the caravan, aiding saleswomen with weapon demonstrations and torture device demonstrations, and offering a smiley face and great customer service to help us remain all the realms’ most trusted merchant of death and misery!

**Saleswomen!**

850 silvers a day

You’d be the flagship of the caravan. You’d meet with royals, warlords, dungeon keepers, tribal chiefs, and bandit leaders to sell our goods to!

Don’t worry! Such powerful men only want to purchase from *WarBitches*. Most times, you’re their guest of honor!

You’d be given the awesome responsibility of doing whatever it takes to create a sale!

We expect our sales team to be able to confidently converse, demonstrate, and sell our goods, along with the additional services that come with them.

Those who speak languages other than Common are encouraged to apply.

Uniforms are mandatory and must be worn during your entire time on caravan. Other wardrobe items are not permitted for saleswomen or caravaners.

**Bodyguards**

1000 silvers a day

This is our best-paying role, and for good reason!

Seasoned or neophyte warriors needed. Ability to trek in full combat gear over 100 miles a day, be well-versed in contending with multiple enemies at once, and fight creatures several hundred meters larger than yourself.

Combat style is not important. Magic users and rangers are welcome, provided they are capable in both close-quarters and long-range combat.

As the caravan bodyguard, you’d venture into foreign lands and ensure the safety of the goods and caravan. All bodyguards are expected to act as the first point of contact and defense for the caravan’s cargo.

Those with military experience, bandit troupes, and militia commanders are encouraged to apply.

***COME JOIN THE TEAM AT WARBITCHES TODAY!***

That’s how Lori wound up in front of an orc chieftain, leering at her from beneath his unkempt, stormy eyebrows.

*“Mutt-rah! R’agulo maul chas-chales!”* he grunted in his primitive tongue while stroking his beard and humping the air like a wild animal.

The translator, a half-elf, half-orc female of about twenty years of age, stood nearby. Her cheeks bloomed with color like a field of wildflowers in spring. Her eyes darted between the chief, Lori, and Lori’s outfit.

“Umm…” the translator swallowed, taking a second to gather herself before replying. “The Great Chief Chuk states that you… umm… honor him with your appearance. He appreciates your… dedication??? And if you weren’t a member of *WarBit—* such an honorable merchant as *WarBitches*, The Great Chief Chuk would make you his fourteenth bride.”

Chuk pursed his lips, sending a kiss toward Lori through the air before erupting into laughter. Clearly, he spoke Common; he just enjoyed watching the poor translator squirm.

Lori glanced down at her garb and fought the urge to cover herself with her arms. A thin bronze plate, so thin it could’ve passed for silk, wrapped around her breasts like the leather grip on a knife. The plate smashed her generous chest up against her collarbone so tightly that if Lori looked down, her chin disappeared into her cleavage. The plate was engraved with *WARBITCHES* in different tongues all across the top, yet somehow felt too small to cover even her fingernail.

Her garments below would’ve been considered indecent in a whorehouse. A slip of fabric—a thong, if you dared call such a minute string that—disappeared between her bubbly ass cheeks and couldn’t be seen again unless Lori spread her legs. Even then, a triangle the size of half a sapling leaf was the only thing protecting her modesty.

Lori turned beet red up to her ears, swallowing down a retort regarding the chief’s single testicle, which she could easily see beneath his loincloth thanks to his wide-legged stance.

“Thank you, Great Chief Chuk,” Lori bowed, taking the opportunity to adjust her top and hide as much of her areolas as she possibly could with what little the garment could conceal. “I trust, then, that our terms of five thousand orcish warhorses, six hundred orcish bows, seven hundred orcish swords, and a thousand slaves are a sufficient price for such a device?”

Lori pointed toward the trebuchet sitting beside her.

Chuk laughed again before standing and shoving the translator out of the way.

*Whump! WHUMP! WHUMP!*

The massive orc’s steps were thunderous as he descended from his great throne and approached Lori.

*“Mutt-rah, fol’nas! Nal wut Nal dully! Deses buiy tomyon feredej fereden!”*

A smile slid onto his toad-like lips as he lumbered toward Lori.

Lori felt movement behind her and spun around, only to walk straight into the chest of another grinning orc warrior. Two more approached the elf.

Wide, panicked eyes searched for Gruezha, the caravan’s bodyguard. Lori’s neck whipped around violently like a torn sail until she spotted the orc warrioress. Her armor was strewn around her, a cloth tied over her mouth, her back arched, and she stared back at Lori with a wide-eyed, pleading expression.

“The Great Chief Chuk will not pay a price for such goods,” the translator said softly, staring at the ground. “Chuk will not pay anything at all for these goods. He told the merchant before you this, and he’ll tell the one after you the same.”

“WAIT!” Lori threw her hands up toward Chuk and retreated further against the orc’s chest, as if that were somehow the better option. “I’ll comp the weapon! You’ll get it for free! And you can have Gruezha! She’s an orc, just like you!”

“MMMUMPH!!” Gruezha shouted through her gag.

“LET ME LEAVE! Please? PLEASE?!?? No! NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! WAIT! NO! WAAIIITT!!”

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Hey everyone,

I’m sure you get the picture, and I hope you’re doing well!

I had an idea set in a high fantasy world where sexy women sell weapons to evil warlords and tyrants. I was hoping to find someone who’d enjoy playing different bodyguards, saleswomen, and caravaners as they attempt to navigate the trials of such a perilous job.

—They could wind up being used as the crash-test dummy for whatever weapon, device, or magic they’re selling!

—Their customer could decide they don’t want to pay and turn on them!

—Or worse? The customer could’ve sent a raven to your character’s boss, and they’ve decided to throw in a few extra coins in return for keeping the entire caravan staff as slaves!

I’m really open with this role, and I definitely enjoy off-the-wall ideas!

I come armed with a few of my own, but I’d love to hear yours!

As far as I go, my kinks are many!

For this role, only underage and scat are my limits.

Beyond that, I’d love to chat for a bit and see what we can come up with together!!

Hope to talk soon!

WANTED: MAIDENS, 21–3000 YEARS OLD!

Times are tough, but here at WarBitches Siege & Weaponry, we understand it.

All of the realms are plagued by things like drought, famine, pestilence, and plague!!
You struggle to put food on the table and stay healthy. Meanwhile, every middling lord who can summon a militia thinks he’s a warlord, the greatest military tactician who ever lived. Goblin raids are up by 65%, and every time you turn around, a new king has crowned himself and is simultaneously warring with all his cousins, brothers, and sisters!

In dark, uncertain times like these, it’s important to have work that is fulfilling.

Due to the sprawling conflicts across the realms, WarBitches has become something of a household name. Our weapons turn the tide on every battlefield. Our siege devices extract the truth from the most steadfast of hearts. Our tools put delight on the most sadistic faces in the darkest dungeons and the biggest smiles on the faces of kings.

We need help to keep up with demand, so at WarBitches, we’ve opened our hearts, arms, and wallets for new bodyguards, caravaners, and saleswomen!

You’d get to see all of the realms, demonstrating how our devices and weapons work to customers.
You’d have total diplomatic immunity, being a neutral party in every land you travel to, provided you are selling our goods and wares.
While you travel, room and board are taken care of, from tents to inns to royal castles.
Last but not least, we’re paying more than some kingdoms are collecting in taxes right now!

See below to find which role is right for you:

Caravaners

600 silvers a day

Great for those who want to get into the trade business!

Caravaners would be trusted with the care of caravan animals, loading and unloading goods from the caravan, aiding saleswomen with weapon demonstrations and torture device demonstrations, and offering a smiley face and great customer service to help us remain all the realms’ most trusted merchant of death and misery!

Saleswomen!

850 silvers a day

You’d be the flagship of the caravan. You’d meet with royals, warlords, dungeon keepers, tribal chiefs, and bandit leaders to sell our goods to!

Don’t worry! Such powerful men only want to purchase from WarBitches. Most times, you’re their guest of honor!

You’d be given the awesome responsibility of doing whatever it takes to create a sale!

We expect our sales team to be able to confidently converse, demonstrate, and sell our goods, along with the additional services that come with them.

Those who speak languages other than Common are encouraged to apply.

Uniforms are mandatory and must be worn during your entire time on caravan. Other wardrobe items are not permitted for saleswomen or caravaners.

Bodyguards

1000 silvers a day

This is our best-paying role, and for good reason!

Seasoned or neophyte warriors needed. Ability to trek in full combat gear over 100 miles a day, be well-versed in contending with multiple enemies at once, and fight creatures several hundred meters larger than yourself.

Combat style is not important. Magic users and rangers are welcome, provided they are capable in both close-quarters and long-range combat.

As the caravan bodyguard, you’d venture into foreign lands and ensure the safety of the goods and caravan. All bodyguards are expected to act as the first point of contact and defense for the caravan’s cargo.

Those with military experience, bandit troupes, and militia commanders are encouraged to apply.

COME JOIN THE TEAM AT WARBITCHES TODAY!

That’s how Lori wound up in front of an orc chieftain, leering at her from beneath his unkempt, stormy eyebrows.

“Mutt-rah! R’agulo maul chas-chales!” he grunted in his primitive tongue while stroking his beard and humping the air like a wild animal.

The translator, a half-elf, half-orc female of about twenty years of age, stood nearby. Her cheeks bloomed with color like a field of wildflowers in spring. Her eyes darted between the chief, Lori, and Lori’s outfit.

“Umm…” the translator swallowed, taking a second to gather herself before replying. “The Great Chief Chuk states that you… umm… honor him with your appearance. He appreciates your… dedication??? And if you weren’t a member of WarBit— such an honorable merchant as WarBitches, The Great Chief Chuk would make you his fourteenth bride.”

Chuk pursed his lips, sending a kiss toward Lori through the air before erupting into laughter. Clearly, he spoke Common; he just enjoyed watching the poor translator squirm.

Lori glanced down at her garb and fought the urge to cover herself with her arms. A thin bronze plate, so thin it could’ve passed for silk, wrapped around her breasts like the leather grip on a knife. The plate smashed her generous chest up against her collarbone so tightly that if Lori looked down, her chin disappeared into her cleavage. The plate was engraved with WARBITCHES in different tongues all across the top, yet somehow felt too small to cover even her fingernail.

Her garments below would’ve been considered indecent in a whorehouse. A slip of fabric—a thong, if you dared call such a minute string that—disappeared between her bubbly ass cheeks and couldn’t be seen again unless Lori spread her legs. Even then, a triangle the size of half a sapling leaf was the only thing protecting her modesty.

Lori turned beet red up to her ears, swallowing down a retort regarding the chief’s single testicle, which she could easily see beneath his loincloth thanks to his wide-legged stance.

“Thank you, Great Chief Chuk,” Lori bowed, taking the opportunity to adjust her top and hide as much of her areolas as she possibly could with what little the garment could conceal. “I trust, then, that our terms of five thousand orcish warhorses, six hundred orcish bows, seven hundred orcish swords, and a thousand slaves are a sufficient price for such a device?”

Lori pointed toward the trebuchet sitting beside her.

Chuk laughed again before standing and shoving the translator out of the way.

Whump! WHUMP! WHUMP!

The massive orc’s steps were thunderous as he descended from his great throne and approached Lori.

“Mutt-rah, fol’nas! Nal wut Nal dully! Deses buiy tomyon feredej fereden!”

A smile slid onto his toad-like lips as he lumbered toward Lori.

Lori felt movement behind her and spun around, only to walk straight into the chest of another grinning orc warrior. Two more approached the elf.

Wide, panicked eyes searched for Gruezha, the caravan’s bodyguard. Lori’s neck whipped around violently like a torn sail until she spotted the orc warrioress. Her armor was strewn around her, a cloth tied over her mouth, her back arched, and she stared back at Lori with a wide-eyed, pleading expression.

“The Great Chief Chuk will not pay a price for such goods,” the translator said softly, staring at the ground. “Chuk will not pay anything at all for these goods. He told the merchant before you this, and he’ll tell the one after you the same.”

“WAIT!” Lori threw her hands up toward Chuk and retreated further against the orc’s chest, as if that were somehow the better option. “I’ll comp the weapon! You’ll get it for free! And you can have Gruezha! She’s an orc, just like you!”

“MMMUMPH!!” Gruezha shouted through her gag.

“LET ME LEAVE! Please? PLEASE?!?? No! NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! WAIT! NO! WAAIIITT!!”

—————————————————————————

Hey everyone,

I’m sure you get the picture, and I hope you’re doing well!

I had an idea set in a high fantasy world where sexy women sell weapons to evil warlords and tyrants. I was hoping to find someone who’d enjoy playing different bodyguards, saleswomen, and caravaners as they attempt to navigate the trials of such a perilous job.

—They could wind up being used as the crash-test dummy for whatever weapon, device, or magic they’re selling!

—Their customer could decide they don’t want to pay and turn on them!

—Or worse? The customer could’ve sent a raven to your character’s boss, and they’ve decided to throw in a few extra coins in return for keeping the entire caravan staff as slaves!

I’m really open with this role, and I definitely enjoy off-the-wall ideas!

I come armed with a few of my own, but I’d love to hear yours!

As far as I go, my kinks are many!

For this role, only underage and scat are my limits.

Beyond that, I’d love to chat for a bit and see what we can come up with together!!

Hope to talk soon!

Hey everyone,

I hope you’re well!

Before we get going, I came up with this with the vision of this being an anthology! Not just because I love creating may different and interesting stories, but also because this is pretty dark and scary, and even if I make it really campy and silly, it’s still pretty heavy stuff! So I feel an anthology gives us little breaks!

And so without further ado…

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Let me welcome you…to ZOOISLE!!

So just like Jurassic Park, a billionaire with lots of money hires geniuses to build him a state of the art facility. A luxury vacation destination complete with every activity imaginable, from the normal like an amusement park that weaves throughout the zoo, to the fantastical like a zoo filled with creatures conjured in labs rather than nature, and a game preserve where wealthy daredevils go to get an adrenaline high like never before. The goal was simple, create heaven on earth.

However, just like how Satan revolted against god in heaven, so too did the creations of Zooisle turn on their maker. The animals have become more temperamental, aggressive. The attractions don’t work like they did, and even the food doesn’t taste the same.

And your character(s) will have the unfortunate luck of being on the island during this tumultuous period.

Who you are is totally up to you!

A few character types I personally love from most to least favorite are:

\\\\-A rich wife on the game preserve side of the island when her husband gets eaten!

\\\\-A sexy mom who was dumb enough to hop inside an enclosure to try and get a cute picture with a few of the “docile” animals

\\\\-An FBI agent sent to figure out why so many people are reported missing when they come to visit ZooIsle!

I have no shortage of monsters, people, and animals (if you like them!) for your characters to encounter!

As far as I go, my main thing here is a good story!

I can make it campy and cheesy, like The Blob!

, or I can make it depraved and dark like some movie I’m too much of a pansy to watch 😭😭😭! Please let me know your preference!

My kinks are many!

So it’s easier to list out my limits,

Underage, sexualized scat, and that’s about if for this RP! If something pops up, I’ll let you know!

Please let me know what you’re thinking!

I have some samples of my writing from other roles on my profile, and I love partners who add to the story themselves, not just experience it! So please, hit me with your ideas, wants, and dislikes out the gate!

I’m more than happy to hear them!!

Thanks so much for reading this!

Daimen

Ten years is a long time.

Longer still if you spent the entirety of it staring at the ceiling of a prison cell.

However, that’s precisely how long it was for Rafe Winslow. Ten years, six hours, and twelve minutes, down to the second.
He knew that because the moment he exited the prison gate, he order his lawyer to make a note and to file a complaint, as soon as she could.

Rafe Winslow, affectionately known as Techno Tyrant to the media, Mr. Winslow to his employees, and “Baldy,” to Incredi-Man. Rafe particularly hated that last one. Even after the implants, Incredi-Man still called him that.

\*“Suprise, Baldy! Guess who?”\*
Rafe’s ears stil rang like they did on that morning.
He had started in his office early, before anyone else arrived. The League of Universal Protection had discovered him. No big deal, it had happened before, his evil plan slipping through the cracks. It was hard when you had heroes like Changling and Technomance to keep everything a secret.

Still, Rafe had arrived early. Clean shaven, wearing a tailored, but less expensive brown suit from his collection. He rushed to his computer to delete the data.
Not panicking, but sensitive matters required urgency.

His fingers slammed down on the keys as he scrubbed file after file, starting with securing his money in offshore accounts, then deleting any evidence of political bribes and corruption, and he was moving his way to scrub the hard drive of proof of his secret spy satellites, the ones that could fire missles, when suddenly his computer shut down.

Out of nowhere, all the power to the building had been cut.

Winslow, at the time, sighed. He straightened his tie and began marching toward the elevator, phone in hand prepared to call his lawyer.
He figured the police would take him, his face would be all over the news and social media for a few days, and he’d call in some political favors and have the case dropped.

He felt it before he heard it. A sonic blast that completely knocked the wind out of him. His ribcage felt like it had shattered inside his chest.

His insides felt like an emissary bag, different textures rattling around in a stew of strange bodily fluids. When the boom finally struck his ears, both eardrums popped.
He clutched his ears and tried to tuck his head between his knees.

When he finally opened his eyes, the ringing subsided, thirteen pairs of latex boots stood or in some cases hovered above him.

He squinted and looked up, another mistake, because the green painted fist of the of the United States’ lapdog, Lady Liberty, crashed into his jaw, shattering it like glass.

Every day for the last ten years, Winslow replayed that moment. He replayed the names, the faces, the powers, the weaknesses of not just those who were there that morning, but of every superhero in the known universe.

He catalogued it on scraps of toilet paper. Flushing it and then rewriting it the next day, adding names as more and more heroes popped up. Villains who defected to the side of the fickle law enforcement, young people who discover their power through accident, fortunate victims of science or alien experimentation gone wrong, and otherworldly or extra terssrtial life.

For ten years, Rafe Winslow plotted his vengeance. A long time, yes, long enough to make sure his revenge would be perfect!

Immediately, the signs were there. Winslow never checked in for his court ordered therapy, he never contacted his parole officer, and media reported that he had retreated somewhere deep in the New Mexico wilderness.

What horrors he might have in store, who could honestly say?

Only one thing was certain, ten years was nothing compared to the hell he planned to unleash on those foolish enough to be his enemies!!!

—————————————————————————

Hey there everyone,

I hope you’re all doing well!

Right now, I’m on a superhero kick.

I thought it could be fun to try and get a role going revolving around the bad ends various superheroes, law enforcement, and maybe the unlucky civilian meet after an evil genius is released from prison.

I was ideally searching for someone who would play multiple heroines through a loosely tied, anthology type story.

After being released, Winslow retreated to his secret desert lab, and he’s been creating various horrors to unleash on those responsible for putting him away!
(Personally, I think it could be darkly fun if his first victim is his lawyer, who failed to get him off for his crimes!)

Winslow would not simply be focused on destroying his foes, but utterly humiliating and breaking them.
Anything to get the job done.

\-From removing a hero’s powers and tossing her in with the various crooks and criminals she’d put away over the course of her career.

\-To letting a monster run free in a city while all the Omega Level Heroes are in space fighting a greater foe, leaving the weaker heroes to fend off his malicious creature.

\-Even figuring out the secret identity of someone, and kidnapping their loved ones and torturing them to the hero’s breaking point!

I do have various fates plotted out, and if your heroes wind up defeating Winslow, I have prompts on the superhero war that would come after!
However, we can discuss details in the DMs!

Not looking for anything cannon! I love lots of comics too much to pick just one universe, so feel free to go wild with your hero!

As far as I go, my main thing here is a good story!

I can make it campy and cheesy, like \*The Blob!\* I can make it depraved and dark like some movie I’m too much of a pansy to watch 😭😭😭! Please let me know your preference!

My kinks are many!

So it’s easier to list out my limits,

Underage, sexualized scat, and that’s about if for this RP! If something pops up, I’ll let you know!

Please let me know what you’re thinking!

I have some samples of my writing from other roles on my profile, and I love partners who add to the story themselves, not just experience it! So please, hit me with your ideas, wants,

Ten years is a long time.

Longer still if you spent the entirety of it staring at the ceiling of a prison cell.

However, that’s precisely how long it was for Rafe Winslow. Ten years, six hours, and twelve minutes, down to the second.
He knew that because the moment he exited the prison gate, he order his lawyer to make a note and to file a complaint, as soon as she could.

Rafe Winslow, affectionately known as Techno Tyrant to the media, Mr. Winslow to his employees, and “Baldy,” to Incredi-Man. Rafe particularly hated that last one. Even after the implants, Incredi-Man still called him that.

*“Suprise, Baldy! Guess who?”*
Rafe’s ears stil rang like they did on that morning.
He had started in his office early, before anyone else arrived. The League of Universal Protection had discovered him. No big deal, it had happened before, his evil plan slipping through the cracks. It was hard when you had heroes like Changling and Technomance to keep everything a secret.

Still, Rafe had arrived early. Clean shaven, wearing a tailored, but less expensive brown suit from his collection. He rushed to his computer to delete the data.
Not panicking, but sensitive matters required urgency.

His fingers slammed down on the keys as he scrubbed file after file, starting with securing his money in offshore accounts, then deleting any evidence of political bribes and corruption, and he was moving his way to scrub the hard drive of proof of his secret spy satellites, the ones that could fire missles, when suddenly his computer shut down.

Out of nowhere, all the power to the building had been cut.

Winslow, at the time, sighed. He straightened his tie and began marching toward the elevator, phone in hand prepared to call his lawyer.
He figured the police would take him, his face would be all over the news and social media for a few days, and he’d call in some political favors and have the case dropped.

He felt it before he heard it. A sonic blast that completely knocked the wind out of him. His ribcage felt like it had shattered inside his chest.

His insides felt like an emissary bag, different textures rattling around in a stew of strange bodily fluids. When the boom finally struck his ears, both eardrums popped.
He clutched his ears and tried to tuck his head between his knees.

When he finally opened his eyes, the ringing subsided, thirteen pairs of latex boots stood or in some cases hovered above him.

He squinted and looked up, another mistake, because the green painted fist of the of the United States’ lapdog, Lady Liberty, crashed into his jaw, shattering it like glass.

Every day for the last ten years, Winslow replayed that moment. He replayed the names, the faces, the powers, the weaknesses of not just those who were there that morning, but of every superhero in the known universe.

He catalogued it on scraps of toilet paper. Flushing it and then rewriting it the next day, adding names as more and more heroes popped up. Villains who defected to the side of the fickle law enforcement, young people who discover their power through accident, fortunate victims of science or alien experimentation gone wrong, and otherworldly or extra terssrtial life.

For ten years, Rafe Winslow plotted his vengeance. A long time, yes, long enough to make sure his revenge would be perfect!

Immediately, the signs were there. Winslow never checked in for his court ordered therapy, he never contacted his parole officer, and media reported that he had retreated somewhere deep in the New Mexico wilderness.

What horrors he might have in store, who could honestly say?

Only one thing was certain, ten years was nothing compared to the hell he planned to unleash on those foolish enough to be his enemies!!!

—————————————————————————

Hey there everyone,

I hope you’re all doing well!

Right now, I’m on a superhero kick.

I thought it could be fun to try and get a role going revolving around the bad ends various superheroes, law enforcement, and maybe the unlucky civilian meet after an evil genius is released from prison.

I was ideally searching for someone who would play multiple heroines through a loosely tied, anthology type story.

After being released, Winslow retreated to his secret desert lab, and he’s been creating various horrors to unleash on those responsible for putting him away!
(Personally, I think it could be darkly fun if his first victim is his lawyer, who failed to get him off for his crimes!)

Winslow would not simply be focused on destroying his foes, but utterly humiliating and breaking them.
Anything to get the job done.

-From removing a hero’s powers and tossing her in with the various crooks and criminals she’d put away over the course of her career.

-To letting a monster run free in a city while all the Omega Level Heroes are in space fighting a greater foe, leaving the weaker heroes to fend off his malicious creature.

-Even figuring out the secret identity of someone, and kidnapping their loved ones and torturing them to the hero’s breaking point!

I do have various fates plotted out, and if your heroes wind up defeating Winslow, I have prompts on the superhero war that would come after!
However, we can discuss details in the DMs!

Not looking for anything cannon! I love lots of comics too much to pick just one universe, so feel free to go wild with your hero!

As far as I go, my main thing here is a good story!

I can make it campy and cheesy, like *The Blob!* I can make it depraved and dark like some movie I’m too much of a pansy to watch 😭😭😭! Please let me know your preference!

My kinks are many!

So it’s easier to list out my limits,

Underage, sexualized scat, and that’s about if for this RP! If something pops up, I’ll let you know!

Please let me know what you’re thinking!

I have some samples of my writing from other roles on my profile, and I love partners who add to the story themselves, not just experience it! So please, hit me with your ideas, wants,

Listen,

I know it sounds crazy.

Every time I say it aloud, it still sounds crazy to me!

\\\\\\\*”I believe that Mother Earth is a real person and not a poetic metaphor; she’s walking around the planet, unaware she is the living embodiment of all nature; and I’ve dedicated my entire life to finding her and convincing her to save and fix our planet!”\\\\\\\*

Ahaha, it’s a lot. I know.

But take a second to think about it. Back in the day, thousands and thousands and thousands of years ago, what I’m saying would’ve been common knowledge.

The Romans and the Greeks both had festivals honoring nature where a young woman would be chosen to represent nature.

In Egyptian culture, it was thought that Cleopatra was a literal goddess, and unleashed plagues out of grief when he lover Cesar died.

Even the Acadians thought that nature possessed individual beauties.

Look, I know this is crazy. Trust me. \\\\\\\*I know!\\\\\\\*

But when I saw you on the dating app, I got all excited.

It’s really easy to read you!

—\\\\\\\*Wait!\\\\\\\*—

Not like that! It’s not a bad thing!

I’m saying you have this incredible beauty that’s deeper than just those pretty eyes or those soft-looking lips. It’s like a light coming deep from within your soul!

—Stop laughing! I’m serious!—

But there’s also this wild passion in you! This deep desire for justice, and vengeance, that’s really hot, but also really compelling.

Ahhh….

Well, listen, I’m 100% serious.

I’d love to show you around sometime. I live on a farm with a bunch of other people.

Yes, it’s sort of like a hippie commune…well, it’s exactly a hippie commune, but there’s no bullshit! No funny stuff!

It’s just a bunch of people, who love the planet and hate how bad the world has gotten. We grow really good produce, we smoke lots of weed, and we dance a lot.

It’s nothing scary! We have cell service if you need your friends to come and pick you up if we creep you out, but I guarantee that won’t happen!

It’s just so you can come check us out, feel our vibe, maybe smoke and dance a little?

So, call me back!

Oh! This is Jethro by the way!

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So, bad news!

The voicemail should \\\\\\\*definitely\\\\\\\* creep you out!

Hey everyone!

How are you?!?!?

I hope you’re well!

Today, I’m revisiting a plot I was never really truly able to get off the ground!

Deep in the picturesque valleys of California, there’s a farm that somehow grows the freshest vegetables, the most fragrant flowers, and the sweetest fruit!

It also happens to be the best job in the country.

I’m talking starting salary at $95,000 for a janitor, full dental, vision, and health coverage. 90 sick days, up to 80 vacation days, and room and board!

What’s the catch?

There’s no catch!

At least, according to former Billionaire Jethro Tull, theres no catch!

The reformed tech bro left his old life behind. Saying that he found god in the woods, it’s more than frequent to see him teary-eyed during interviews about how horrible he’d treated his staff and the planet.

Mother Gaia Farms is his way to fix that.

A sustainable proof of concept that it’s more than possible to live a great life, treat the earth respectfully, and build community without using AI or being an awful human being.

Of course, by now you’ve sensed something is horribly wrong.

Women keep going into Mother Gaia Farms and not coming out again.

But Gaia Valley is its own municipality in the state of California. The police swear the conduct every wellness check families request, and there’s nothing wrong with their daughters, sisters, mothers etc.

According to Tull, they just decided to go no contact. That these women still love their families, but they’ve decided to separate from that part of their lives. They still love their sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, etc. but it’s time to move on!

I think you see what I’m going for here!

A role that tells the story of a creepy cult, deep in the woods somewhere with all these unexplained happenings and women disappearing!

I’d love to find a story partner who really enjoys the story aspect as well as the eventual bad ends! I’d also love it if you’d play multiple people! Whether you jump back and forth, or we treat this as an episodic anthology (my preference), it doesn’t truly matter to me!

You chose who you play, (no underage please!) and feel free to go wild and crazy here!

I love diverse or atypical protagonists like old women, “bbw” women, women from different cultures, backgrounds, rich or poor!!

A few character types that I’m partial to for this:

(All of these are my favorites)

\\\\-The Determined Reporter!

An investigative reporter who goes undercover to get the scoop and expose the craziest stories in the country has joined the Mother Gaia Cult and is secretly recording everything she sees there!

\\\\-The Brave Cop!

A seasoned cop who recently joined the Gaia Valley police force knows better than to turn her head away from all the reports of missing women, flooding in from all over the world, and she goes to check out the cult and see what’s going on.

\\\\-The Protective Mother

Your sweet baby recently joined the cult! You’ve heard all these scary things, and you can’t sleep at night! You decide to buy a ticket to California and two tickets back! Mama is bringing baby home!

As far as I go, I love the whole thing! Even if it doesn’t fit me smut-wise, I really enjoy the chance to write with others and delve into some great story!

I have plenty of plot beats and points! Don’t worry!

As long as the story is good, I’m willing to do my best with all sorts of kinks and naughty things!

Hey everyone,

I hope you’re well!

Before we get going, I came up with this with the vision of this being an anthology! Not just because I love creating may different and interesting stories, but also because this is pretty dark and scary, and even if I make it really campy and silly, it’s still pretty heavy stuff! So I feel an anthology gives us little breaks!

And so without further ado…

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Let me welcome you…to ZOOISLE!!

So just like Jurassic Park, a billionaire with lots of money hires geniuses to build him a state of the art facility. A luxury vacation destination complete with every activity imaginable, from the normal like an amusement park that weaves throughout the zoo, to the fantastical like a zoo filled with creatures conjured in labs rather than nature, and a game preserve where wealthy daredevils go to get an adrenaline high like never before. The goal was simple, create heaven on earth.

However, just like how Satan revolted against god in heaven, so too did the creations of Zooisle turn on their maker. The animals have become more temperamental, aggressive. The attractions don’t work like they did, and even the food doesn’t taste the same.

And your character(s) will have the unfortunate luck of being on the island during this tumultuous period.

Who you are is totally up to you!

A few character types I personally love from most to least favorite are:

\\-A rich wife on the game preserve side of the island when her husband gets eaten!

\\-A sexy mom who was dumb enough to hop inside an enclosure to try and get a cute picture with a few of the “docile” animals

\\-An FBI agent sent to figure out why so many people are reported missing when they come to visit ZooIsle!

I have no shortage of monsters, people, and animals (if you like them!) for your characters to encounter!

As far as I go, my main thing here is a good story!

I can make it campy and cheesy, like The Blob!

, or I can make it depraved and dark like some movie I’m too much of a pansy to watch 😭😭😭! Please let me know your preference!

My kinks are many!

So it’s easier to list out my limits,

Underage, sexualized scat, and that’s about if for this RP! If something pops up, I’ll let you know!

Please let me know what you’re thinking!

I have some samples of my writing from other roles on my profile, and I love partners who add to the story themselves, not just experience it! So please, hit me with your ideas, wants, and dislikes out the gate!

I’m more than happy to hear them!!

Thanks so much for reading this!

Daimen

Listen,

I know it sounds crazy.

Every time I say it aloud, it still sounds crazy to me!

*”I believe that Mother Earth is a real person and not a poetic metaphor; she’s walking around the planet, unaware she is the living embodiment of all nature; and I’ve dedicated my entire life to finding her and convincing her to save and fix our planet!”*

Ahaha, it’s a lot. I know.

But take a second to think about it. Back in the day, thousands and thousands and thousands of years ago, what I’m saying would’ve been common knowledge.

The Romans and the Greeks both had festivals honoring nature where a young woman would be chosen to represent nature.

In Egyptian culture, it was thought that Cleopatra was a literal goddess, and unleashed plagues out of grief when he lover Cesar died.

Even the Acadians thought that nature possessed individual beauties.

Look, I know this is crazy. Trust me.*I know!*

But when I saw you on the dating app, I got all excited.

It’s really easy to read you!

—*Wait!*—

Not like that! It’s not a bad thing!

I’m saying you have this incredible beauty that’s deeper than just those pretty eyes or those soft-looking lips. It’s like a light coming deep from within your soul!

—Stop laughing! I’m serious!—

But there’s also this wild passion in you! This deep desire for justice, and vengeance, that’s really hot, but also really compelling.

Ahhh….

Well, listen, I’m 100% serious.

I’d love to show you around sometime. I live on a farm with a bunch of other people.

Yes, it’s sort of like a hippie commune…well, it’s exactly a hippie commune, but there’s no bullshit! No funny stuff!

It’s just a bunch of people, who love the planet and hate how bad the world has gotten. We grow really good produce, we smoke lots of weed, and we dance a lot.

It’s nothing scary! We have cell service if you need your friends to come and pick you up if we creep you out, but I guarantee that won’t happen!

It’s just so you can come check us out, feel our vibe, maybe smoke and dance a little?

So, call me back!

Oh! This is Jethro by the way!

——————————————————————————————

So, bad news!

The voicemail should*definitely* creep you out!

Hey everyone!

How are you?!?!?

I hope you’re well!

Today, I’m revisiting a plot I was never really truly able to get off the ground!

Deep in the picturesque valleys of California, there’s a farm that somehow grows the freshest vegetables, the most fragrant flowers, and the sweetest fruit!

It also happens to be the best job in the country.

I’m talking starting salary at $95,000 for a janitor, full dental, vision, and health coverage. 90 sick days, up to 80 vacation days, and room and board!

What’s the catch?

There’s no catch!

At least, according to former Billionaire Jethro Tull, theres no catch!

The reformed tech bro left his old life behind. Saying that he found god in the woods, it’s more than frequent to see him teary-eyed during interviews about how horrible he’d treated his staff and the planet.

Mother Gaia Farms is his way to fix that.

A sustainable proof of concept that it’s more than possible to live a great life, treat the earth respectfully, and build community without using AI or being an awful human being.

Of course, by now you’ve sensed something is horribly wrong.

Women keep going into Mother Gaia Farms and not coming out again.

But Gaia Valley is its own municipality in the state of California. The police swear the conduct every wellness check families request, and there’s nothing wrong with their daughters, sisters, mothers etc.

According to Tull, they just decided to go no contact. That these women still love their families, but they’ve decided to separate from that part of their lives. They still love their sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, etc. but it’s time to move on!

I think you see what I’m going for here!

A role that tells the story of a creepy cult, deep in the woods somewhere with all these unexplained happenings and women disappearing!

I’d love to find a story partner who really enjoys the story aspect as well as the eventual bad ends! I’d also love it if you’d play multiple people! Whether you jump back and forth, or we treat this as an episodic anthology (my preference), it doesn’t truly matter to me!

You chose who you play, (no underage please!) and feel free to go wild and crazy here!

I love diverse or atypical protagonists like old women, “bbw” women, women from different cultures, backgrounds, rich or poor!!

A few character types that I’m partial to for this:

(All of these are my favorites)

-The Determined Reporter!

An investigative reporter who goes undercover to get the scoop and expose the craziest stories in the country has joined the Mother Gaia Cult and is secretly recording everything she sees there!

-The Brave Cop!

A seasoned cop who recently joined the Gaia Valley police force knows better than to turn her head away from all the reports of missing women, flooding in from all over the world, and she goes to check out the cult and see what’s going on.

-The Protective Mother

Your sweet baby recently joined the cult! You’ve heard all these scary things, and you can’t sleep at night! You decide to buy a ticket to California and two tickets back! Mama is bringing baby home!

As far as I go, I love the whole thing! Even if it doesn’t fit me smut-wise, I really enjoy the chance to write with others and delve into some great story!

I have plenty of plot beats and points! Don’t worry!

As long as the story is good, I’m willing to do my best with all sorts of kinks and naughty things!