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bakerstreet2021-09-30 08:33 am
vivalaopenpost) wrote in bakerstreet2021-09-30 08:33 am
( here for age difference (younger party), fixation, fetish (particularly crossdressing), and student/teacher. info and kinks in journal! )
[...Anything? Yeah, I think it's anything, but violent probably shouldn't involve any blood or permanent damage. Especially love age, incest, cheating, authority, fertile, corruption, and noncon.]
[ Age, authority, noncon prompts all with Nena as a prisoner of some kind, and fertile if you're up for Cornelia having a dick? Probably a bit of violence too, just shoving her around and stuff. ]
[ open to most things, with a soft spot for bdsm/dubcon/risky scenarios :') kinklist is here, feel free to pm to discuss! ]
Kinks.
I'm especially feeling subjecting people, willingly or otherwise, to his chaotic monster creatures.
I'm especially feeling subjecting people, willingly or otherwise, to his chaotic monster creatures.
[ very interested in public, superfluous, fixation, size (she's 5'2), forbidden love, interspecies, duties. could go for student/teacher. social class may be built in. no noncon. characters 20+ preferred unless you're offering a canonmate for academy-era stuff. cool with AUing! kinks + basic info in journal. ]
Edited 2021-09-30 15:42 (UTC)
[Good with Age, Public, Superfluous, Deviancy, Size (he's 6'1", either for him), Phobia, Unexpected (he'd be a sub), Forbidden, Authority, Interspecies (discuss first), Social, and maybe Fertile. Would prefer discussion first, so feel free to PM me! No beast, no dub/noncon, and no meek/shy characters.]
[ phobia, forbidden, and interspecies are kind of a must considering the negative views regarding witchers. open to others as well. ]
[ here for: age difference, fetish (particularly breath play, bondage, bdsm - but not limited to those), violent, forbidden, authority, interspecies, corruption, noncon. (with him in the corrupted/victim role where applicable.) maybes: in public, size. canon and cross canon welcome. ]
[Particularly interested in interspecies and forbidden. Something involving an elf, or other mythical or supernatural being†, where it's taboo for such a being and a human to copulate. It could be a one-sided taboo, from his perspective, so his partner could tease him a little over it, or it could be a mutual taboo. Open to situations where it's 100% consensual or something like a sex pollen that causes them to act in ways they might not normally. Beyond that, I'd also be open to scenarios touching on age difference, incest, size difference, student/teacher, fertile. He's part fae, has some magic that he's not fully mastered, and likes to go exploring places others avoid.
† Including, but not limited to: dryads, dragons (in mostly human form), fairies, demons, vampires, draenei, tieflings, pretty much anything generally humanoid in shape with sufficient intelligence to consent.]
† Including, but not limited to: dryads, dragons (in mostly human form), fairies, demons, vampires, draenei, tieflings, pretty much anything generally humanoid in shape with sufficient intelligence to consent.]
( open. )
(any particular prompt or kink you're interested in?)
Edited 2021-10-01 08:06 (UTC)
[willing to get pretty dark; m/m; see journal for warnings; canon or cross-canon. AUs welcome, PM me with any questions.
Yes: student/teacher (student), in public, deviancy in suburbia, violent, forbidden, authority, stockholm, dub-con/non-con, interspecies, innocence
Maybe: celibacy, social class, bestiality, unexpected, phobia, size, fetish]
Yes: student/teacher (student), in public, deviancy in suburbia, violent, forbidden, authority, stockholm, dub-con/non-con, interspecies, innocence
Maybe: celibacy, social class, bestiality, unexpected, phobia, size, fetish]
[m/m or m/f (including femdom); canon or cross-canon, AUs welcome, PM me with any questions.
Yes: in public, deviancy in suburbia, violent, forbidden, authority, stockholm, dub-con/non-con, interspecies, corruption
Maybe: celibacy, social class, bestiality, unexpected, phobia, size, fetish]
Yes: in public, deviancy in suburbia, violent, forbidden, authority, stockholm, dub-con/non-con, interspecies, corruption
Maybe: celibacy, social class, bestiality, unexpected, phobia, size, fetish]
Daenerys had seen many things in her relatively short life so far. She had traveled cities, countries, and continents, had waken dragons from stone, seen black magic performed and miracles happen before her eyes.
But she had not yet seen a witcher, and so she did not know what to expect.
While Dany's three grown dragons behaved her and left humans well alone save for specific instruction from their mother, on the outskirts of the land she ruled over, word had come of a strange creature viciously attacking and killing her people. Dany had sent several warriors to take care of the problem...and only one had returned, terribly injured and disfigured. He had died less than a day later. Not wasting any time, she issued warnings, set a large reward, and sent messengers out to locate one of those fearsome people known as witchers. Weeks later, her guards escorted one into the throne room.
The throne room was large enough to accommodate many people on days she held court. Today, though, there were only four of her Queensguard and an advisor. Queen Daenerys sat on no throne; rather, she chose for herself a simple bench. Instead of towering over others, she was on their level.
As he approached, she was surprised to see his hair: pale like hers, only white instead of silver-gold. Dany was very much intrigued. She waited calmly, hands in her lap, as her advisor welcomed him and introduced her, listing her titles. Once the young woman was done with formalities, Dany stood up.
The queen was short, and dressed in a flowing gown of cornflower blue with silver detail. Her long hair fell down her back and over her shoulders. Here and there were small braids with silver bells woven in: one for each victory. There were many, and they chimed as she took a few steps forward, back straight.
Her violet gaze met his. Though she was young, her gaze was that of an old soul and held much wisdom...while trying to hide much pain. The Targaryen queen had already experienced a lifetime's worth of suffering.
"Welcome," she said. "My advisor tells me you are a witcher named Geralt of Rivia, and that you know how to deal with the beast killing my people. Is this so?" To her credit, she wasted no time with pointless pleasantries.
But she had not yet seen a witcher, and so she did not know what to expect.
While Dany's three grown dragons behaved her and left humans well alone save for specific instruction from their mother, on the outskirts of the land she ruled over, word had come of a strange creature viciously attacking and killing her people. Dany had sent several warriors to take care of the problem...and only one had returned, terribly injured and disfigured. He had died less than a day later. Not wasting any time, she issued warnings, set a large reward, and sent messengers out to locate one of those fearsome people known as witchers. Weeks later, her guards escorted one into the throne room.
The throne room was large enough to accommodate many people on days she held court. Today, though, there were only four of her Queensguard and an advisor. Queen Daenerys sat on no throne; rather, she chose for herself a simple bench. Instead of towering over others, she was on their level.
As he approached, she was surprised to see his hair: pale like hers, only white instead of silver-gold. Dany was very much intrigued. She waited calmly, hands in her lap, as her advisor welcomed him and introduced her, listing her titles. Once the young woman was done with formalities, Dany stood up.
The queen was short, and dressed in a flowing gown of cornflower blue with silver detail. Her long hair fell down her back and over her shoulders. Here and there were small braids with silver bells woven in: one for each victory. There were many, and they chimed as she took a few steps forward, back straight.
Her violet gaze met his. Though she was young, her gaze was that of an old soul and held much wisdom...while trying to hide much pain. The Targaryen queen had already experienced a lifetime's worth of suffering.
"Welcome," she said. "My advisor tells me you are a witcher named Geralt of Rivia, and that you know how to deal with the beast killing my people. Is this so?" To her credit, she wasted no time with pointless pleasantries.
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