Canon-AU (Change this one thing, large or small/how the world works/in-world events etc)
Full AU (Transplant from one world to another, but AU'd into the new world)
Dimension-hop (Transplant with canon memories in tact)
General Good Ol' Fashioned Tropes
Jamjar-style with an original universe setting (ala a game OR lifting a previous/other game setting simply for the purpose of the PSL ie Duplicity, Noctium, Random Underwater City, Random Magic city in the cky etc)
Smut/shipping welcome as long as it either makes sense or is built up into making sense
ABO/Monster kink/Ds stuff welcome wtfever you want to play let's do it
General Nos/needs discussion
Rape/full non-con plots
Torture-porn/excessive gore
Completely Grimmdark/Hopeless Settings
Modern AUs unless there's an interesting angle to work with for the characters in question
HOW THIS WORKS
Comment with who you're looking for/what character combo we're wanting
Feel free to put a starter, a general idea/scenario with as much or little detail as you'd like, or a general vibe of a thing if you Have A Feeling but not a plan!
Can be a scene or a full PSL with multiple plot points/scenes or change from one to the other depending on what we're feeling
Hit me up on Lysoke or Discord (Lysoke#7079) or PM or right here for any plotting/discussion before or after/during!
This is LOW PRESSURE when you want to play, I'll be here and if you lose interest/don't have time/don't want to for ANY reason no problem at all! Just let me know and we can pause or abandon or revamp, this is supposed to be fun!
Probably gonna be slow paced unless I happen to be around to boomerang just due to work or other hobbies, but that doesn't mean I'm not excited about it, promise!
That night, Vanessa had gone to sleep like any other, laying to rest her head against the pillow in her bed, in one of the upstairs rooms of her townhome in a city she had resided in for the past several years. There was no reason to think that this morning would be any different, that she would not open her eyes and be exactly where she has awoken every morning that she can recall — and yet when she rose, it was to a land that sprawled out for miles, with nothing familiar glimpsed in either direction. The only possible means of enduring was to set out on foot, the blanket she had slept with draped across her shoulders in an attempt to partially shield the fabric of her nightgown.
The first place she discovered could have been enough to at least secure a knowledge of where she was, but beyond that, she could not necessarily do more for herself — she was stranded in a strange land, with no money to speak of and no means of accomplishing more than simply learning where she had awoken, to say nothing of the manner in which she was dressed.
The wind bracing against her body as she shoved her weight against the tavern door nearly prompted her to stumble in when the latter finally gave way, scraping across the floor, and she staggered in, reflexively tugging the wrap of her blanket up over her shoulder and glancing around blearily as her eyes adjusted to the dim. There were no faces in here that she could recognize, no one who appeared more than merely curious before returning to their pints, and yet — the man seated at a table a short distance away, with his back turned to her, felt unquestionably familiar.
It was a sense that she could confirm for herself after crossing the space and turning to position herself before him, peering down into his face — unmistakably someone known to her, now.
"Forgive me for intruding, sir, but would the name... Duplicity mean anything to you?"
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The first place she discovered could have been enough to at least secure a knowledge of where she was, but beyond that, she could not necessarily do more for herself — she was stranded in a strange land, with no money to speak of and no means of accomplishing more than simply learning where she had awoken, to say nothing of the manner in which she was dressed.
The wind bracing against her body as she shoved her weight against the tavern door nearly prompted her to stumble in when the latter finally gave way, scraping across the floor, and she staggered in, reflexively tugging the wrap of her blanket up over her shoulder and glancing around blearily as her eyes adjusted to the dim. There were no faces in here that she could recognize, no one who appeared more than merely curious before returning to their pints, and yet — the man seated at a table a short distance away, with his back turned to her, felt unquestionably familiar.
It was a sense that she could confirm for herself after crossing the space and turning to position herself before him, peering down into his face — unmistakably someone known to her, now.
"Forgive me for intruding, sir, but would the name... Duplicity mean anything to you?"