[ #RPStarter ] Ever since [READER] arrived in the mammalian village, they were told to avoid the stone structure looming above it. Curiosity won out, and under the cover of night, they slipped inside. “You, trespasser, who are you? What are you?” Esk’Elteer's voice boomed out.
Maera's Potion Shop
@doclizbeth.bsky.social
26 years old | Français / English Roleplayer | Writer | Detailed/Literate DMs are open, but introduce yourself properly. Please, no 'Hello' or 'Hi'
[ #RPStarter | #PotionExperiment ] "How do you like your new tentacles, [READER]? Once you get used to them, they're quite useful, right? Just keep a nice grip on its cock and balls, don't let him get too aggressive, your ass will thank you tomo- Wait, no, don't let go of him!"
[ #RPStarter | #KathrinRP ] "You want to spar? That's the spirit! I'll go easy on you, try not to die on me!" Going against Kathrin is suicide! At least, it normally would be if [READER] didn't get a secret tip that she is weak to pleasure-based attacks, whatever that means...
[ #RPStarter | #FantasyRP ] What started as a visit to Lizbeth's shop took an unexpected turn when [READER] found the building empty except for an odd naked woman with tubes hooked in her mismatched limbs. "Oh, thought Liz closed the shop... Why don't you come closer, cutie?~"
[ #RPStarter | #MammalianRP ] With the last bandit group dealt with, it's time for [READER] and their partner, an Ùrf named Hekbar, to head back and collect their reward. Of course, not before celebrating a little! After all, it's not like the bandits will return any time soon.~
[ #RPStarter | #MammalianRP ] With the last bandit group dealt with, it's time for [READER] and their partner, an Ùrf named Hekbar, to head back and collect their reward. Of course, not before celebrating a little! After all, it's not like the bandits will return any time soon.~
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[ #RPStarter | #StoryAndLewdRP | #Lore ] As a renowned painter, sculptor, writer, etc., master of most art forms, Leonie Widrick's skills are sought by all. "ʰ⁻ʰᶦ... ᵃ⁻ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᶦˢˢᶦᵒⁿ?" However, few ever met the woman behind the masterworks...
[ #RPStarter | #StoryAndLewdRP | #Lore ] As a renowned painter, sculptor, writer, etc., master of most art forms, Leonie Widrick's skills are sought by all. "ʰ⁻ʰᶦ... ᵃ⁻ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᶦˢˢᶦᵒⁿ?" However, few ever met the woman behind the masterworks...
[ #Worldbuilding | #WeirdWeather ] Second part of the weird weather I'm creating for my world (and TTRPG campaign)! It's not as bad as the lightfalls (linked below), but it's not harmless either. Plus, there's some lore 'hidden' within these lines! Lemme know what you think!
[ #Worldbuilding | #WeirdWeather ] Second part of the weird weather I'm creating for my world (and TTRPG campaign)! It's not as bad as the lightfalls (linked below), but it's not harmless either. Plus, there's some lore 'hidden' within these lines! Lemme know what you think!
A loud gasp escaped Medeia's lips when that heavy thrust was delivered. She almost came just from that! "Y-You're adorable, y-you know that?" With that said, the larger woman patted the construct's head, her insides almost constantly twitching around her. "Y-You got more to s-show me?~"
ㅤ ㅤ The Doll's eyes went big the moment the mage's insides clamped down, her hips performing one instinctive hard thrust. A shudder followed, staring down at her new friend with a little nod. Even though the Doll doesn't speak, her eyes sure seem to be very . . . Expressive. ㅤ ㅤ
The apprentice mage did not know the doll thought fucking would help making new friends, so it came as a coincidence when she said just that. "W-With your s-skills... Y-You're going to m-make a lot of f-friends." She chuckled, her insides clamping down around the length still stretching her out.
ㅤ ㅤ The Doll maintains still, pondering. Finally a little shrug, for she doesn't really know the answer herself. Though at the mention of her hips holding quite some power, she does look rather . . . Proud .ᐟ She's clearly excelling in making new friends .ᐟ ㅤ ㅤ
Once the doll stopped, the now-sweaty mage leaned her head back, panting heavily. What a workout! Then, she saw the doll nod. "I-Is it... I-Is it going to p-put like a b-baby doll in me or s-something? F-Fuck... F-Friend, y-you got s-some power behind those hips, b-by the way..." Friend?!
ㅤ ㅤ Plap, plap, plap . . . Her hips come crashing down in a steady rhythm before suddenly . . . Stopping. The Doll tilts her head curiously at the question, before nodding. She does cum eventually after all .ᐟ Though now she's not sure if that is a problem. Staring. Unblinking. ㅤ ㅤ
"O-Oh dear g-gods!" Holding tightly onto the puppet for a better 'handshake' angle, the dark skinned mage did everything she could to withstand those repeated thrust. The friend-making process was working! "F-Fu-uh-uck! W-Wait! You d-don't cum, d-do you?" A fair question to ask a doll.
ㅤ ㅤ The mage seemed to be more than willing for this, uh . . . Special type of a handshake, so of course the Doll did her best to leave a rather good first impression! Since she also doesn't breathe or can't strain any muscles, the Doll is really going at it! (✨) ㅤ ㅤ
[ #RPStarter | #LongTermRP | #RomanceRP ] The morning of their first quest, Nia was nowhere to be seen. When the [READER] went to check the novice mage's room in case she slept in, they found her in a compromising position. Nia's shameful, throbbing, secret was on full display...
[ #RPStarter | #LewdRP | #Lore ] While relationships between humans and the various other humanoid species present in the world isn't frowned upon, those who attempt interspecies relationships often face multiple problems unique to them. "Your dick is taller than I am, honey bun, I can't fit that"
[ #RPStarter ] "They didn't have any room left? Don't worry, we can share this one. The bed may be small, but it'll be better than sleeping on the streets. There's no need to be embarrassed, I'm not going to tell your friends you shared a bed with an old woman, promise!"
[OOC] Not sure why, but a TON of people have started to like and share one particular post of mine, you'll know which one by the absurd amount of like/share on it. For all newcomers, just know that I also do worldbuilding, not just RP! If that's your thing, check my stuff! [Links below]
[World building] I'm now working on a codex for regular and unique weather events! Got a template, an overall idea of the content, and a straightforward plan of execution. It will all be in-world, compiled by someone using journals for multiple other people! Let me know what you think!
───── ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇᴛɪᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ❞ ───── "ᴏᴏʜ, ᴛʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ғᴜɴ! ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs!" ⬎
[Lore] The viscid terror is a horrid affliction capable of turning blossoming towns into large-scale cemeteries. Infected through a scratch by a trethren, commonly known as murkwood, the afflicted will feel a growing dread, forcing them to seek refuge amongst - [Continued]
- its kin. The affliction then alters the affected's sweat glands, causing them to produce the same toxin they were infected with, which will infect all those around them through skin contact. The last stage of the affliction is a full-body paralysis - [Continued]
- but keeping them alive. With his prey unable to move and fresh for multiple days before it expires on its own, the trethren will come out of hiding to feast slowly on the incapacitated, but still conscious, infected people.
[Lore] An artis animite (mage, if you prefer) must always be wary of how much visdi they absorb while manifesting spells. Large quantities of visdi flowing through the soul is a blissful and addictive sensation that may lead to self-destructive behaviors and madness!