u/ResponsibleAccount32

History Enthusiasts to the front please!!

“Life always gon’ be hard as Negro Woman. Even More so one alone.” Was a phrase that rung rampant throughout your mind, even more so these days given the circumstances you found yourself in. At first the decision to move from your families small close-knit town in the deep South of Alabama was something that signified change in your life. Your plan was to work in pastry for a while, likely in the back of some White-Owned Business until you could amass enough money to move up north in the hopes of escaping the extreme racism in Alabama. The little enclave you’d been born in was primarily populated with blacks, as it was on the outskirts of Tuscaloosa. There’d always been the occasional threat of white’s coming in trucks, hurling slurs, setting properties on fire, and even attacking or raping the women. But things took a huge turn for the worse ever since there’d been the looming Civil Rights protests starting to form, didn’t take long for the Klan to stick on the outskirts of the town you called home, antagonizing and threatening your community with harm. There were also the sporadic visits from rednecks, that resulted in an increase of rapes and an influx babies— which promptly led the men in the community to band together and fight back. Least to say it went their way, but the casualties on both sides weren’t optimal for your community— your father was one of the casualties in the confict— your grandfather and multiple other men beaten and arrested. To further the pain, law enforcement officials took ‘their’ side— punishing the men who’d been protecting their community when a truck full of rednecks came around harassing people again. The entire ordeal broke you, instilling an adamant hatred and anger toward White’s especially towards White men; who’d turned your life upside down.

With The only family you’d ever known dead or locked up, your grandmother spoke to you with an urgency: She urged you to move from the place you’d called home. You tried to rebuttal her wishes, but eventually caved in, promising to yourself that you’d make enough money to move the both of you out the hellhole Alabama was. Packing all of your things and taking nearly all of your grandmas savings, and saying goodbye, you made your way to Tuscaloosa, Alabama— it wasn’t ideal but the only place you could find any work. It was there you met an older black woman, who had came from your community and hooked you up with a job working in a Pastry Shop in downtown Tuscaloosa. It wasn’t ideal but it made enough to save and pay for your apartment, the owner was a Creole from Louisiana— that was a quadroon and wasn’t as ‘racist’ as the others. You and several other negro women were hidden in the back, in tandem with the slim, comely white ladies— the environment was a refresher from the racism experienced throughout your life.

The apartment you’d rented wasn’t far from

work, meaning you could work more hours and earn favor amongst the other women, in an environment that prides itself on hard-work, punctuality, and competition it was a privilege. Tuscaloosa was a vast difference from the environment you grew up in, the streets were crawling with White People and they made it clear they weren’t fond of Negros. Most of the black men and women worked in either food, or prostitution, and racism was rampant in all aspects of society. Things were looking bright despite all of that, being a young woman and working alongside some of your people for a decent amount of pay was a decent living. But things all went crashing down within 5 months of your arrival, the owner had decided to sell the pastry shops to an older, wealthy white man that didn’t take kindly to the negro women working in the back. He promptly started to phase the women out, hiring white women— who quickly turned the environment toxic with slurs, physical abuse, and less hours of work time. In no time, you found yourself unemployed, your savings could keep you afloat for some time but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you and your grandmother to the north.

The only other option was seeking employment from the other pastry shops around the city, which you did but they all ended in the same result— being called a racial slur and being told to leave promptly. One of your old co-workers whom had gone into prostitution offered a job at a brothel that was somewhat popular but you’d turned it down promptly, before giving in. It was tough working there, having to serve the drunkards that were usually white, or occasionally black— touching and making lewd comments on the women’s bodies. There was money to be made though, but it came at the expense of losing your dignity, you were certainly one of the more beautiful ones, also possessing a curvaceous and voluptuous body. But you regularly turned down any advances past lap dances, even groping was too far for you. Didn’t take long for you to get kicked out, “You’s not making enough money to be here.” Which meant you couldn’t afford to pay rent now.

The months flied past quickly with your savings being depleted as quickly as you’d earned them, and the hunt for a job was looking bleak. You were taking loans from some of your old friends at the brothels, knowing you’d be unable to pay them back, which quickly lost you all the friends you made. Now you were deep in trouble with rent, and the landlord wasn’t kean on having a black live in his building- especially one that didn’t pay.

There were constant threats and notes planted on your door by him if rent was paid by a certain date, and that date was today. The doors and keys were changed, but you’d still managed to get in by sneaking through the fire-escape late at night. Your plan was to live in the apartment as long as possible, it would take some time before he could find someone to lease this room— living homeless was a death sentence for a woman in this city, especially for a black woman.

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“I know you’re in there.. I’m coming in— don’t you dare move. I have a proposition for you.” His voice emitted from outside the door of her apartment loudly.

Hello all! I hope you’ve read through my prompt very carefully and continue to do as the things I’ll list below this are quite essential to the plot I’m planning to write out with you. It’s essentially an Older, Racist Landlord x his Evicted, Younger Black Tenant. As stated it takes place in the 1950’s-60’s in the Deep South of Tuscaloosa, Alabama— in which this ambitious, black woman finds herself in the claws of her landlord as she’s unable to pay rent. The ‘proposition’ listed is a job where she’ll work as a paid live-in maid for the Landlord (M/C), in which she’ll find herself routinely being sexually harassed, assaulted, and eventually corrupted/courted by. How the hell is she supposed to resist him in this situation, it’s either obey or live on the streets..

Ideally their relationship should be of one that is quite rocky, transaction, and full of tension at the start. Sort of a direct parallel to the racial relations in the south at the time. I’m thinking some sort of bridge between love and attachment will spawn on either sides or both sides. Still haven’t really mapped out how exactly the relationship dynamic should progress, but that is why you’re input should help the both of us reach consensus.

This plot MUST contain realistic portrayals of the time period— examples being: racial tensions, stereotypes, vocabulary, among others. Meaning you must have some knowledge of what was going on back then.

I want to keep this role-play fairly realistic in terms of what is going on in that era, and I only wish to roleplay with people who can commit to doing so. I plan for this to be a longterm plot by the way! Include ‘Antebellum’ if you’ve read through this thoroughly!

Ideally there should be a ton of world building and discussion between us before jumping into role-play, I want to make this a role-play we both can implement our ideas and likes into, just make sure to ask and come with an open mind, as I will do the same.

I write around 4-6 paragraphs per response. I usually fluctuate higher or lower depending on the scene and what’s needed from it. I only want to roleplay with partners around that level.

In your opening message to me, Include Some ideas, questions, or things you’d like to change/ discuss with me. Longer, more thought out responses will be prioritized and replied to first! Please write something up with substance, I really enjoy the thrill of discussing and roleplaying with people that have open, creative minds.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

History Enthusiasts to the front please!!

“Life always gon’ be hard as Negro Woman. Even More so one alone.” Was a phrase that rung rampant throughout your mind, even more so these days given the circumstances you found yourself in. At first the decision to move from your families small close-knit town in the deep South of Alabama was something that signified change in your life. Your plan was to work in pastry for a while, likely in the back of some White-Owned Business until you could amass enough money to move up north in the hopes of escaping the extreme racism in Alabama. The little enclave you’d been born in was primarily populated with blacks, as it was on the outskirts of Tuscaloosa. There’d always been the occasional threat of white’s coming in trucks, hurling slurs, setting properties on fire, and even attacking or raping the women. But things took a huge turn for the worse ever since there’d been the looming Civil Rights protests starting to form, didn’t take long for the Klan to stick on the outskirts of the town you called home, antagonizing and threatening your community with harm. There were also the sporadic visits from rednecks, that resulted in an increase of rapes and an influx babies— which promptly led the men in the community to band together and fight back. Least to say it went their way, but the casualties on both sides weren’t optimal for your community— your father was one of the casualties in the confict— your grandfather and multiple other men beaten and arrested. To further the pain, law enforcement officials took ‘their’ side— punishing the men who’d been protecting their community when a truck full of rednecks came around harassing people again. The entire ordeal broke you, instilling an adamant hatred and anger toward White’s especially towards White men; who’d turned your life upside down.

With The only family you’d ever known dead or locked up, your grandmother spoke to you with an urgency: She urged you to move from the place you’d called home. You tried to rebuttal her wishes, but eventually caved in, promising to yourself that you’d make enough money to move the both of you out the hellhole Alabama was. Packing all of your things and taking nearly all of your grandmas savings, and saying goodbye, you made your way to Tuscaloosa, Alabama— it wasn’t ideal but the only place you could find any work. It was there you met an older black woman, who had came from your community and hooked you up with a job working in a Pastry Shop in downtown Tuscaloosa. It wasn’t ideal but it made enough to save and pay for your apartment, the owner was a Creole from Louisiana— that was a quadroon and wasn’t as ‘racist’ as the others. You and several other negro women were hidden in the back, in tandem with the slim, comely white ladies— the environment was a refresher from the racism experienced throughout your life.

The apartment you’d rented wasn’t far from

work, meaning you could work more hours and earn favor amongst the other women, in an environment that prides itself on hard-work, punctuality, and competition it was a privilege. Tuscaloosa was a vast difference from the environment you grew up in, the streets were crawling with White People and they made it clear they weren’t fond of Negros. Most of the black men and women worked in either food, or prostitution, and racism was rampant in all aspects of society. Things were looking bright despite all of that, being a young woman and working alongside some of your people for a decent amount of pay was a decent living. But things all went crashing down within 5 months of your arrival, the owner had decided to sell the pastry shops to an older, wealthy white man that didn’t take kindly to the negro women working in the back. He promptly started to phase the women out, hiring white women— who quickly turned the environment toxic with slurs, physical abuse, and less hours of work time. In no time, you found yourself unemployed, your savings could keep you afloat for some time but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you and your grandmother to the north.

The only other option was seeking employment from the other pastry shops around the city, which you did but they all ended in the same result— being called a racial slur and being told to leave promptly. One of your old co-workers whom had gone into prostitution offered a job at a brothel that was somewhat popular but you’d turned it down promptly, before giving in. It was tough working there, having to serve the drunkards that were usually white, or occasionally black— touching and making lewd comments on the women’s bodies. There was money to be made though, but it came at the expense of losing your dignity, you were certainly one of the more beautiful ones, also possessing a curvaceous and voluptuous body. But you regularly turned down any advances past lap dances, even groping was too far for you. Didn’t take long for you to get kicked out, “You’s not making enough money to be here.” Which meant you couldn’t afford to pay rent now.

The months flied past quickly with your savings being depleted as quickly as you’d earned them, and the hunt for a job was looking bleak. You were taking loans from some of your old friends at the brothels, knowing you’d be unable to pay them back, which quickly lost you all the friends you made. Now you were deep in trouble with rent, and the landlord wasn’t kean on having a black live in his building- especially one that didn’t pay.

There were constant threats and notes planted on your door by him if rent was paid by a certain date, and that date was today. The doors and keys were changed, but you’d still managed to get in by sneaking through the fire-escape late at night. Your plan was to live in the apartment as long as possible, it would take some time before he could find someone to lease this room— living homeless was a death sentence for a woman in this city, especially for a black woman.

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“I know you’re in there.. I’m coming in— don’t you dare move. I have a proposition for you.” His voice emitted from outside the door of her apartment loudly.

Hello all! I hope you’ve read through my prompt very carefully and continue to do as the things I’ll list below this are quite essential to the plot I’m planning to write out with you. It’s essentially an Older, Racist Landlord x his Evicted, Younger Black Tenant. As stated it takes place in the 1950’s-60’s in the Deep South of Tuscaloosa, Alabama— in which this ambitious, black woman finds herself in the claws of her landlord as she’s unable to pay rent. The ‘proposition’ listed is a job where she’ll work as a paid live-in maid for the Landlord (M/C), in which she’ll find herself routinely being sexually harassed, assaulted, and eventually corrupted/courted by. How the hell is she supposed to resist him in this situation, it’s either obey or live on the streets..

Ideally their relationship should be of one that is quite rocky, transaction, and full of tension at the start. Sort of a direct parallel to the racial relations in the south at the time. I’m thinking some sort of bridge between love and attachment will spawn on either sides or both sides. Still haven’t really mapped out how exactly the relationship dynamic should progress, but that is why you’re input should help the both of us reach consensus.

This plot MUST contain realistic portrayals of the time period— examples being: racial tensions, stereotypes, vocabulary, among others. Meaning you must have some knowledge of what was going on back then.

I want to keep this role-play fairly realistic in terms of what is going on in that era, and I only wish to roleplay with people who can commit to doing so. I plan for this to be a longterm plot by the way! Include ‘Antebellum’ if you’ve read through this thoroughly!

Ideally there should be a ton of world building and discussion between us before jumping into role-play, I want to make this a role-play we both can implement our ideas and likes into, just make sure to ask and come with an open mind, as I will do the same.

I write around 4-6 paragraphs per response. I usually fluctuate higher or lower depending on the scene and what’s needed from it. I only want to roleplay with partners around that level.

In your opening message to me, Include Some ideas, questions, or things you’d like to change/ discuss with me. Longer, more thought out responses will be prioritized and replied to first! Please write something up with substance, I really enjoy the thrill of discussing and roleplaying with people that have open, creative minds.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

History Enthusiasts to the front please!!

“Life always gon’ be hard as Negro Woman. Even More so one alone.” Was a phrase that rung rampant throughout your mind, even more so these days given the circumstances you found yourself in. At first the decision to move from your families small close-knit town in the deep South of Alabama was something that signified change in your life. Your plan was to work in pastry for a while, likely in the back of some White-Owned Business until you could amass enough money to move up north in the hopes of escaping the extreme racism in Alabama. The little enclave you’d been born in was primarily populated with blacks, as it was on the outskirts of Tuscaloosa. There’d always been the occasional threat of white’s coming in trucks, hurling slurs, setting properties on fire, and even attacking or raping the women. But things took a huge turn for the worse ever since there’d been the looming Civil Rights protests starting to form, didn’t take long for the Klan to stick on the outskirts of the town you called home, antagonizing and threatening your community with harm. There were also the sporadic visits from rednecks, that resulted in an increase of rapes and an influx babies— which promptly led the men in the community to band together and fight back. Least to say it went their way, but the casualties on both sides weren’t optimal for your community— your father was one of the casualties in the confict— your grandfather and multiple other men beaten and arrested. To further the pain, law enforcement officials took ‘their’ side— punishing the men who’d been protecting their community when a truck full of rednecks came around harassing people again. The entire ordeal broke you, instilling an adamant hatred and anger toward White’s especially towards White men; who’d turned your life upside down.

With The only family you’d ever known dead or locked up, your grandmother spoke to you with an urgency: She urged you to move from the place you’d called home. You tried to rebuttal her wishes, but eventually caved in, promising to yourself that you’d make enough money to move the both of you out the hellhole Alabama was. Packing all of your things and taking nearly all of your grandmas savings, and saying goodbye, you made your way to Tuscaloosa, Alabama— it wasn’t ideal but the only place you could find any work. It was there you met an older black woman, who had came from your community and hooked you up with a job working in a Pastry Shop in downtown Tuscaloosa. It wasn’t ideal but it made enough to save and pay for your apartment, the owner was a Creole from Louisiana— that was a quadroon and wasn’t as ‘racist’ as the others. You and several other negro women were hidden in the back, in tandem with the slim, comely white ladies— the environment was a refresher from the racism experienced throughout your life.

The apartment you’d rented wasn’t far from

work, meaning you could work more hours and earn favor amongst the other women, in an environment that prides itself on hard-work, punctuality, and competition it was a privilege. Tuscaloosa was a vast difference from the environment you grew up in, the streets were crawling with White People and they made it clear they weren’t fond of Negros. Most of the black men and women worked in either food, or prostitution, and racism was rampant in all aspects of society. Things were looking bright despite all of that, being a young woman and working alongside some of your people for a decent amount of pay was a decent living. But things all went crashing down within 5 months of your arrival, the owner had decided to sell the pastry shops to an older, wealthy white man that didn’t take kindly to the negro women working in the back. He promptly started to phase the women out, hiring white women— who quickly turned the environment toxic with slurs, physical abuse, and less hours of work time. In no time, you found yourself unemployed, your savings could keep you afloat for some time but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you and your grandmother to the north.

The only other option was seeking employment from the other pastry shops around the city, which you did but they all ended in the same result— being called a racial slur and being told to leave promptly. One of your old co-workers whom had gone into prostitution offered a job at a brothel that was somewhat popular but you’d turned it down promptly, before giving in. It was tough working there, having to serve the drunkards that were usually white, or occasionally black— touching and making lewd comments on the women’s bodies. There was money to be made though, but it came at the expense of losing your dignity, you were certainly one of the more beautiful ones, also possessing a curvaceous and voluptuous body. But you regularly turned down any advances past lap dances, even groping was too far for you. Didn’t take long for you to get kicked out, “You’s not making enough money to be here.” Which meant you couldn’t afford to pay rent now.

The months flied past quickly with your savings being depleted as quickly as you’d earned them, and the hunt for a job was looking bleak. You were taking loans from some of your old friends at the brothels, knowing you’d be unable to pay them back, which quickly lost you all the friends you made. Now you were deep in trouble with rent, and the landlord wasn’t kean on having a black live in his building- especially one that didn’t pay.

There were constant threats and notes planted on your door by him if rent was paid by a certain date, and that date was today. The doors and keys were changed, but you’d still managed to get in by sneaking through the fire-escape late at night. Your plan was to live in the apartment as long as possible, it would take some time before he could find someone to lease this room— living homeless was a death sentence for a woman in this city, especially for a black woman.

//////////

“I know you’re in there.. I’m coming in— don’t you dare move. I have a proposition for you.” His voice emitted from outside the door of her apartment loudly.

Hello all! I hope you’ve read through my prompt very carefully and continue to do as the things I’ll list below this are quite essential to the plot I’m planning to write out with you. It’s essentially an Older, Racist Landlord x his Evicted, Younger Black Tenant. As stated it takes place in the 1950’s-60’s in the Deep South of Tuscaloosa, Alabama— in which this ambitious, black woman finds herself in the claws of her landlord as she’s unable to pay rent. The ‘proposition’ listed is a job where she’ll work as a paid live-in maid for the Landlord (M/C), in which she’ll find herself routinely being sexually harassed, assaulted, and eventually corrupted/courted by. How the hell is she supposed to resist him in this situation, it’s either obey or live on the streets..

Ideally their relationship should be of one that is quite rocky, transaction, and full of tension at the start. Sort of a direct parallel to the racial relations in the south at the time. I’m thinking some sort of bridge between love and attachment will spawn on either sides or both sides. Still haven’t really mapped out how exactly the relationship dynamic should progress, but that is why you’re input should help the both of us reach consensus.

This plot MUST contain realistic portrayals of the time period— examples being: racial tensions, stereotypes, vocabulary, among others. Meaning you must have some knowledge of what was going on back then.

I want to keep this role-play fairly realistic in terms of what is going on in that era, and I only wish to roleplay with people who can commit to doing so. I plan for this to be a longterm plot by the way! Include ‘Antebellum’ if you’ve read through this thoroughly!

Ideally there should be a ton of world building and discussion between us before jumping into role-play, I want to make this a role-play we both can implement our ideas and likes into, just make sure to ask and come with an open mind, as I will do the same.

I write around 4-6 paragraphs per response. I usually fluctuate higher or lower depending on the scene and what’s needed from it. I only want to roleplay with partners around that level.

In your opening message to me, Include Some ideas, questions, or things you’d like to change/ discuss with me. Longer, more thought out responses will be prioritized and replied to first! Please write something up with substance, I really enjoy the thrill of discussing and roleplaying with people that have open, creative minds.

History Enthusiasts to the front please!!

“Life always gon’ be hard as Negro Woman. Even More so one alone.” Was a phrase that rung rampant throughout your mind, even more so these days given the circumstances you found yourself in. At first the decision to move from your families small close-knit town in the deep South of Alabama was something that signified change in your life. Your plan was to work in pastry for a while, likely in the back of some White-Owned Business until you could amass enough money to move up north in the hopes of escaping the extreme racism in Alabama. The little enclave you’d been born in was primarily populated with blacks, as it was on the outskirts of Tuscaloosa. There’d always been the occasional threat of white’s coming in trucks, hurling slurs, setting properties on fire, and even attacking or raping the women. But things took a huge turn for the worse ever since there’d been the looming Civil Rights protests starting to form, didn’t take long for the Klan to stick on the outskirts of the town you called home, antagonizing and threatening your community with harm. There were also the sporadic visits from rednecks, that resulted in an increase of rapes and an influx babies— which promptly led the men in the community to band together and fight back. Least to say it went their way, but the casualties on both sides weren’t optimal for your community— your father was one of the casualties in the confict— your grandfather and multiple other men beaten and arrested. To further the pain, law enforcement officials took ‘their’ side— punishing the men who’d been protecting their community when a truck full of rednecks came around harassing people again. The entire ordeal broke you, instilling an adamant hatred and anger toward White’s especially towards White men; who’d turned your life upside down.

With The only family you’d ever known dead or locked up, your grandmother spoke to you with an urgency: She urged you to move from the place you’d called home. You tried to rebuttal her wishes, but eventually caved in, promising to yourself that you’d make enough money to move the both of you out the hellhole Alabama was. Packing all of your things and taking nearly all of your grandmas savings, and saying goodbye, you made your way to Tuscaloosa, Alabama— it wasn’t ideal but the only place you could find any work. It was there you met an older black woman, who had came from your community and hooked you up with a job working in a Pastry Shop in downtown Tuscaloosa. It wasn’t ideal but it made enough to save and pay for your apartment, the owner was a Creole from Louisiana— that was a quadroon and wasn’t as ‘racist’ as the others. You and several other negro women were hidden in the back, in tandem with the slim, comely white ladies— the environment was a refresher from the racism experienced throughout your life.

The apartment you’d rented wasn’t far from

work, meaning you could work more hours and earn favor amongst the other women, in an environment that prides itself on hard-work, punctuality, and competition it was a privilege. Tuscaloosa was a vast difference from the environment you grew up in, the streets were crawling with White People and they made it clear they weren’t fond of Negros. Most of the black men and women worked in either food, or prostitution, and racism was rampant in all aspects of society. Things were looking bright despite all of that, being a young woman and working alongside some of your people for a decent amount of pay was a decent living. But things all went crashing down within 5 months of your arrival, the owner had decided to sell the pastry shops to an older, wealthy white man that didn’t take kindly to the negro women working in the back. He promptly started to phase the women out, hiring white women— who quickly turned the environment toxic with slurs, physical abuse, and less hours of work time. In no time, you found yourself unemployed, your savings could keep you afloat for some time but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you and your grandmother to the north.

The only other option was seeking employment from the other pastry shops around the city, which you did but they all ended in the same result— being called a racial slur and being told to leave promptly. One of your old co-workers whom had gone into prostitution offered a job at a brothel that was somewhat popular but you’d turned it down promptly, before giving in. It was tough working there, having to serve the drunkards that were usually white, or occasionally black— touching and making lewd comments on the women’s bodies. There was money to be made though, but it came at the expense of losing your dignity, you were certainly one of the more beautiful ones, also possessing a curvaceous and voluptuous body. But you regularly turned down any advances past lap dances, even groping was too far for you. Didn’t take long for you to get kicked out, “You’s not making enough money to be here.” Which meant you couldn’t afford to pay rent now.

The months flied past quickly with your savings being depleted as quickly as you’d earned them, and the hunt for a job was looking bleak. You were taking loans from some of your old friends at the brothels, knowing you’d be unable to pay them back, which quickly lost you all the friends you made. Now you were deep in trouble with rent, and the landlord wasn’t kean on having a black live in his building- especially one that didn’t pay.

There were constant threats and notes planted on your door by him if rent was paid by a certain date, and that date was today. The doors and keys were changed, but you’d still managed to get in by sneaking through the fire-escape late at night. Your plan was to live in the apartment as long as possible, it would take some time before he could find someone to lease this room— living homeless was a death sentence for a woman in this city, especially for a black woman.

//////////

“I know you’re in there.. I’m coming in— don’t you dare move. I have a proposition for you.” His voice emitted from outside the door of her apartment loudly.

Hello all! I hope you’ve read through my prompt very carefully and continue to do as the things I’ll list below this are quite essential to the plot I’m planning to write out with you. It’s essentially an Older, Racist Landlord x his Evicted, Younger Black Tenant. As stated it takes place in the 1950’s-60’s in the Deep South of Tuscaloosa, Alabama— in which this ambitious, black woman finds herself in the claws of her landlord as she’s unable to pay rent. The ‘proposition’ listed is a job where she’ll work as a paid live-in maid for the Landlord (M/C), in which she’ll find herself routinely being sexually harassed, assaulted, and eventually corrupted/courted by. How the hell is she supposed to resist him in this situation, it’s either obey or live on the streets..

Ideally their relationship should be of one that is quite rocky, transaction, and full of tension at the start. Sort of a direct parallel to the racial relations in the south at the time. I’m thinking some sort of bridge between love and attachment will spawn on either sides or both sides. Still haven’t really mapped out how exactly the relationship dynamic should progress, but that is why you’re input should help the both of us reach consensus.

This plot MUST contain realistic portrayals of the time period— examples being: racial tensions, stereotypes, vocabulary, among others. Meaning you must have some knowledge of what was going on back then.

I want to keep this role-play fairly realistic in terms of what is going on in that era, and I only wish to roleplay with people who can commit to doing so. I plan for this to be a longterm plot by the way! Include ‘Antebellum’ if you’ve read through this thoroughly!

Ideally there should be a ton of world building and discussion between us before jumping into role-play, I want to make this a role-play we both can implement our ideas and likes into, just make sure to ask and come with an open mind, as I will do the same.

I write around 4-6 paragraphs per response. I usually fluctuate higher or lower depending on the scene and what’s needed from it. I only want to roleplay with partners around that level.

In your opening message to me, Include Some ideas, questions, or things you’d like to change/ discuss with me. Longer, more thought out responses will be prioritized and replied to first! Please write something up with substance, I really enjoy the thrill of discussing and roleplaying with people that have open, creative minds.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

History Enthusiasts to the front please!!

“Life always gon’ be hard as Negro Woman. Even More so one alone.” Was a phrase that rung rampant throughout your mind, even more so these days given the circumstances you found yourself in. At first the decision to move from your families small close-knit town in the deep South of Alabama was something that signified change in your life. Your plan was to work in pastry for a while, likely in the back of some White-Owned Business until you could amass enough money to move up north in the hopes of escaping the extreme racism in Alabama. The little enclave you’d been born in was primarily populated with blacks, as it was on the outskirts of Tuscaloosa. There’d always been the occasional threat of white’s coming in trucks, hurling slurs, setting properties on fire, and even attacking or raping the women. But things took a huge turn for the worse ever since there’d been the looming Civil Rights protests starting to form, didn’t take long for the Klan to stick on the outskirts of the town you called home, antagonizing and threatening your community with harm. There were also the sporadic visits from rednecks, that resulted in an increase of rapes and an influx babies— which promptly led the men in the community to band together and fight back. Least to say it went their way, but the casualties on both sides weren’t optimal for your community— your father was one of the casualties in the confict— your grandfather and multiple other men beaten and arrested. To further the pain, law enforcement officials took ‘their’ side— punishing the men who’d been protecting their community when a truck full of rednecks came around harassing people again. The entire ordeal broke you, instilling an adamant hatred and anger toward White’s especially towards White men; who’d turned your life upside down.

With The only family you’d ever known dead or locked up, your grandmother spoke to you with an urgency: She urged you to move from the place you’d called home. You tried to rebuttal her wishes, but eventually caved in, promising to yourself that you’d make enough money to move the both of you out the hellhole Alabama was. Packing all of your things and taking nearly all of your grandmas savings, and saying goodbye, you made your way to Tuscaloosa, Alabama— it wasn’t ideal but the only place you could find any work. It was there you met an older black woman, who had came from your community and hooked you up with a job working in a Pastry Shop in downtown Tuscaloosa. It wasn’t ideal but it made enough to save and pay for your apartment, the owner was a Creole from Louisiana— that was a quadroon and wasn’t as ‘racist’ as the others. You and several other negro women were hidden in the back, in tandem with the slim, comely white ladies— the environment was a refresher from the racism experienced throughout your life.

The apartment you’d rented wasn’t far from

work, meaning you could work more hours and earn favor amongst the other women, in an environment that prides itself on hard-work, punctuality, and competition it was a privilege. Tuscaloosa was a vast difference from the environment you grew up in, the streets were crawling with White People and they made it clear they weren’t fond of Negros. Most of the black men and women worked in either food, or prostitution, and racism was rampant in all aspects of society. Things were looking bright despite all of that, being a young woman and working alongside some of your people for a decent amount of pay was a decent living. But things all went crashing down within 5 months of your arrival, the owner had decided to sell the pastry shops to an older, wealthy white man that didn’t take kindly to the negro women working in the back. He promptly started to phase the women out, hiring white women— who quickly turned the environment toxic with slurs, physical abuse, and less hours of work time. In no time, you found yourself unemployed, your savings could keep you afloat for some time but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you and your grandmother to the north.

The only other option was seeking employment from the other pastry shops around the city, which you did but they all ended in the same result— being called a racial slur and being told to leave promptly. One of your old co-workers whom had gone into prostitution offered a job at a brothel that was somewhat popular but you’d turned it down promptly, before giving in. It was tough working there, having to serve the drunkards that were usually white, or occasionally black— touching and making lewd comments on the women’s bodies. There was money to be made though, but it came at the expense of losing your dignity, you were certainly one of the more beautiful ones, also possessing a curvaceous and voluptuous body. But you regularly turned down any advances past lap dances, even groping was too far for you. Didn’t take long for you to get kicked out, “You’s not making enough money to be here.” Which meant you couldn’t afford to pay rent now.

The months flied past quickly with your savings being depleted as quickly as you’d earned them, and the hunt for a job was looking bleak. You were taking loans from some of your old friends at the brothels, knowing you’d be unable to pay them back, which quickly lost you all the friends you made. Now you were deep in trouble with rent, and the landlord wasn’t kean on having a black live in his building- especially one that didn’t pay.

There were constant threats and notes planted on your door by him if rent was paid by a certain date, and that date was today. The doors and keys were changed, but you’d still managed to get in by sneaking through the fire-escape late at night. Your plan was to live in the apartment as long as possible, it would take some time before he could find someone to lease this room— living homeless was a death sentence for a woman in this city, especially for a black woman.

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“I know you’re in there.. I’m coming in— don’t you dare move. I have a proposition for you.” His voice emitted from outside the door of her apartment loudly.

Hello all! I hope you’ve read through my prompt very carefully and continue to do as the things I’ll list below this are quite essential to the plot I’m planning to write out with you. It’s essentially an Older, Racist Landlord x his Evicted, Younger Black Tenant. As stated it takes place in the 1950’s-60’s in the Deep South of Tuscaloosa, Alabama— in which this ambitious, black woman finds herself in the claws of her landlord as she’s unable to pay rent. The ‘proposition’ listed is a job where she’ll work as a paid live-in maid for the Landlord (M/C), in which she’ll find herself routinely being sexually harassed, assaulted, and eventually corrupted/courted by. How the hell is she supposed to resist him in this situation, it’s either obey or live on the streets..

Ideally their relationship should be of one that is quite rocky, transaction, and full of tension at the start. Sort of a direct parallel to the racial relations in the south at the time. I’m thinking some sort of bridge between love and attachment will spawn on either sides or both sides. Still haven’t really mapped out how exactly the relationship dynamic should progress, but that is why you’re input should help the both of us reach consensus.

This plot MUST contain realistic portrayals of the time period— examples being: racial tensions, stereotypes, vocabulary, among others. Meaning you must have some knowledge of what was going on back then.

I want to keep this role-play fairly realistic in terms of what is going on in that era, and I only wish to roleplay with people who can commit to doing so. I plan for this to be a longterm plot by the way! Include ‘Antebellum’ if you’ve read through this thoroughly!

Ideally there should be a ton of world building and discussion between us before jumping into role-play, I want to make this a role-play we both can implement our ideas and likes into, just make sure to ask and come with an open mind, as I will do the same.

I write around 4-6 paragraphs per response. I usually fluctuate higher or lower depending on the scene and what’s needed from it. I only want to roleplay with partners around that level.

In your opening message to me, Include Some ideas, questions, or things you’d like to change/ discuss with me. Longer, more thought out responses will be prioritized and replied to first! Please write something up with substance, I really enjoy the thrill of discussing and roleplaying with people that have open, creative minds.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

History Enthusiasts to the front please!!

“Life always gon’ be hard as Negro Woman. Even More so one alone.” Was a phrase that rung rampant throughout your mind, even more so these days given the circumstances you found yourself in. At first the decision to move from your families small close-knit town in the deep South of Alabama was something that signified change in your life. Your plan was to work in pastry for a while, likely in the back of some White-Owned Business until you could amass enough money to move up north in the hopes of escaping the extreme racism in Alabama. The little enclave you’d been born in was primarily populated with blacks, as it was on the outskirts of Tuscaloosa. There’d always been the occasional threat of white’s coming in trucks, hurling slurs, setting properties on fire, and even attacking or raping the women. But things took a huge turn for the worse ever since there’d been the looming Civil Rights protests starting to form, didn’t take long for the Klan to stick on the outskirts of the town you called home, antagonizing and threatening your community with harm. There were also the sporadic visits from rednecks, that resulted in an increase of rapes and an influx babies— which promptly led the men in the community to band together and fight back. Least to say it went their way, but the casualties on both sides weren’t optimal for your community— your father was one of the casualties in the confict— your grandfather and multiple other men beaten and arrested. To further the pain, law enforcement officials took ‘their’ side— punishing the men who’d been protecting their community when a truck full of rednecks came around harassing people again. The entire ordeal broke you, instilling an adamant hatred and anger toward White’s especially towards White men; who’d turned your life upside down.

With The only family you’d ever known dead or locked up, your grandmother spoke to you with an urgency: She urged you to move from the place you’d called home. You tried to rebuttal her wishes, but eventually caved in, promising to yourself that you’d make enough money to move the both of you out the hellhole Alabama was. Packing all of your things and taking nearly all of your grandmas savings, and saying goodbye, you made your way to Tuscaloosa, Alabama— it wasn’t ideal but the only place you could find any work. It was there you met an older black woman, who had came from your community and hooked you up with a job working in a Pastry Shop in downtown Tuscaloosa. It wasn’t ideal but it made enough to save and pay for your apartment, the owner was a Creole from Louisiana— that was a quadroon and wasn’t as ‘racist’ as the others. You and several other negro women were hidden in the back, in tandem with the slim, comely white ladies— the environment was a refresher from the racism experienced throughout your life.

The apartment you’d rented wasn’t far from

work, meaning you could work more hours and earn favor amongst the other women, in an environment that prides itself on hard-work, punctuality, and competition it was a privilege. Tuscaloosa was a vast difference from the environment you grew up in, the streets were crawling with White People and they made it clear they weren’t fond of Negros. Most of the black men and women worked in either food, or prostitution, and racism was rampant in all aspects of society. Things were looking bright despite all of that, being a young woman and working alongside some of your people for a decent amount of pay was a decent living. But things all went crashing down within 5 months of your arrival, the owner had decided to sell the pastry shops to an older, wealthy white man that didn’t take kindly to the negro women working in the back. He promptly started to phase the women out, hiring white women— who quickly turned the environment toxic with slurs, physical abuse, and less hours of work time. In no time, you found yourself unemployed, your savings could keep you afloat for some time but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you and your grandmother to the north.

The only other option was seeking employment from the other pastry shops around the city, which you did but they all ended in the same result— being called a racial slur and being told to leave promptly. One of your old co-workers whom had gone into prostitution offered a job at a brothel that was somewhat popular but you’d turned it down promptly, before giving in. It was tough working there, having to serve the drunkards that were usually white, or occasionally black— touching and making lewd comments on the women’s bodies. There was money to be made though, but it came at the expense of losing your dignity, you were certainly one of the more beautiful ones, also possessing a curvaceous and voluptuous body. But you regularly turned down any advances past lap dances, even groping was too far for you. Didn’t take long for you to get kicked out, “You’s not making enough money to be here.” Which meant you couldn’t afford to pay rent now.

The months flied past quickly with your savings being depleted as quickly as you’d earned them, and the hunt for a job was looking bleak. You were taking loans from some of your old friends at the brothels, knowing you’d be unable to pay them back, which quickly lost you all the friends you made. Now you were deep in trouble with rent, and the landlord wasn’t kean on having a black live in his building- especially one that didn’t pay.

There were constant threats and notes planted on your door by him if rent was paid by a certain date, and that date was today. The doors and keys were changed, but you’d still managed to get in by sneaking through the fire-escape late at night. Your plan was to live in the apartment as long as possible, it would take some time before he could find someone to lease this room— living homeless was a death sentence for a woman in this city, especially for a black woman.

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“I know you’re in there.. I’m coming in— don’t you dare move. I have a proposition for you.” His voice emitted from outside the door of her apartment loudly.

Hello all! I hope you’ve read through my prompt very carefully and continue to do as the things I’ll list below this are quite essential to the plot I’m planning to write out with you. It’s essentially an Older, Racist Landlord x his Evicted, Younger Black Tenant. As stated it takes place in the 1950’s-60’s in the Deep South of Tuscaloosa, Alabama— in which this ambitious, black woman finds herself in the claws of her landlord as she’s unable to pay rent. The ‘proposition’ listed is a job where she’ll work as a paid live-in maid for the Landlord (M/C), in which she’ll find herself routinely being sexually harassed, assaulted, and eventually corrupted/courted by. How the hell is she supposed to resist him in this situation, it’s either obey or live on the streets..

Ideally their relationship should be of one that is quite rocky, transaction, and full of tension at the start. Sort of a direct parallel to the racial relations in the south at the time. I’m thinking some sort of bridge between love and attachment will spawn on either sides or both sides. Still haven’t really mapped out how exactly the relationship dynamic should progress, but that is why you’re input should help the both of us reach consensus.

This plot MUST contain realistic portrayals of the time period— examples being: racial tensions, stereotypes, vocabulary, among others. Meaning you must have some knowledge of what was going on back then.

I want to keep this role-play fairly realistic in terms of what is going on in that era, and I only wish to roleplay with people who can commit to doing so. I plan for this to be a longterm plot by the way! Include ‘Antebellum’ if you’ve read through this thoroughly!

Ideally there should be a ton of world building and discussion between us before jumping into role-play, I want to make this a role-play we both can implement our ideas and likes into, just make sure to ask and come with an open mind, as I will do the same.

I write around 4-6 paragraphs per response. I usually fluctuate higher or lower depending on the scene and what’s needed from it. I only want to roleplay with partners around that level.

In your opening message to me, Include Some ideas, questions, or things you’d like to change/ discuss with me. Longer, more thought out responses will be prioritized and replied to first! Please write something up with substance, I really enjoy the thrill of discussing and roleplaying with people that have open, creative minds.

Hello! Welcome to another one of my peculiar, kinky, plots or plot concepts that I’ve come up with today!

Theyre all centered around the same thing: a Master x Maid: but what makes them peculiar would be the story/background behind them. I’m going to be looking for a ton of discussion and world-building for this before we get into actually roleplaying.

Check out my ‘Live-in Maid’ prompt for an exclusively in depth and fleshed out version I wrote up, if you’d like!

As for literacy, I write around 3-6 paragraphs per response and I’m looking for a partner of similar skills. This is intended to be a longterm role-play as-well—one that should be spanned out.

My kinks are:

kinks: oral (being given/received), sloppy kissing, domming, power dynamics, size differences,foreplay, breeding, roughness, exhibitionism, degradation, manipulation, bondage, cnc, orgasm control, mindbreaking, mating press (position), rimjobs (received), spanking, bdsm, overstim, piss play, probably some others I forgot

limits: gore, vore, scat, mutilation

Some topics I’d really like to narrow in onto on this: Inferiority Complexes, Racial Stereotypes, Gender Essentialism, Accurate Representation of Societal Norms, Raceplay, domination and submission, and consent issues, possibly Breeding/Impregnation

P.S I’ve left these vague to invoke discussion in PMS.

Be aware that I am leaning towards one of the historical plots at the moment.

Right! Now to the plots:

Historical: Master x Maid/Slave - This is planned to take place sometime in the 17th century, ideally in the south of America. I’m going to play an older perverse, white plantation owner with a fetish for black woman. Given the abundance of them as his slaves, he essentially has his pick of the lot— and (Y/C) is the one that’s caught his eye. She’s young, fertile, deemed a ‘jezebel’ by him due to her beauty and despite being married he wants to take her as his. Normally she’d have been in the fields with the other slaves, but due to (Y/C)’s mother’s work during her lifetime she was given favor. (Y/C) demeanor towards being assaulted and preyed upon should be negative, but her personality and actions are completely up to you. This one is probably the one I’d prefer to do the most right now because of the tension and power dynamics at play. Ideally the dynamic should be between a younger, resistant, probably rebellious slave and the older, cruel, fetishizing master that has begun to prey on her and is actively trying to corrupt her.

Modern: Master/Maid- Essentially The same concept as the previous one but in a modern setting. (Y/C) has taken up a job in the middle of nowhere as a maid, being a college dropout and having no family she’s practically alone. She’s working with only a few other maids at a wealthy, older unmarried white man’s estate in a primarily republican state, in a rural southern area. Include the word: Inter in your opening message, He has a hidden fetish for black women, thats resurfaced when this young, busty woman appears in his life. What happens when he tries to seduce her? But fails?

Historical: 1800’s- 1900’s— White Male x Black Woman: (M/C) isn’t the wealthiest and living on the edge of town. They’re still on the expected region of someone of their race: but they are quite close to the opposite race’s area of living. What happens when (M/C) sets his eyes upon you, and decides he wants to court the other. Likely met with rejection, and plots on blackmailing/forcing himself upon (Y/C).

Historical: Live- in Maid Prompt: More on it in my profile but this is essentially the run down: It’s essentially an Older, Racist Landlord x his Evicted, Younger Black Tenant. As stated it takes place in the 1950’s-60’s in the Deep South of Tuscaloosa, Alabama— in which this ambitious, black woman finds herself in the claws of her landlord as she’s unable to pay rent. The ‘proposition’ listed is a job where she’ll work as a paid live-in maid for the Landlord (M/C), in which she’ll find herself routinely being sexually harassed, assaulted, and eventually corrupted by. How the hell is she supposed to resist him in this situation, when it’s either obey or live on the streets..

Another option would be you proposing your own idea, only request I have is it is is historical, sticks to this interracial pairing, and I’d prefer if you wrote the starter for it; but I’d be down to write it depending on if I like the plot or not.

Partners that invoke discussion, and the mutual sharing of ideas to the front please! I really enjoy seeing varying perspectives on any viewpoints I have. I feel as if it makes this more of a mutual thing, rather than a one sided plot if we are both able to implement things we enjoy into the role-play!

In your opening message Let me know which plot concept you’d like to choose, and come with ideas or suggestions. Include the word ‘Antebellum’ in your response. Maybe you found something you’d like to change, bring it up in your opening message and I might be down to change it. Also add your kinks and limits.

Just to add when roleplaying historically, I prefer to stick to the stricter side of realism in terms of depiction, racial tensions, societal norms, and vocabulary.

Just a hint, to read THOROUGHLY through this!

I am more likely to respond to longer, well thought out pms.