👋 What's up, worlds? Y'all can call me CD!
Welcome! I'm a 28 y/o. lady from EST / EDT with too many concepts and not enough emojis, and I've been creating for over ten years. I consider myself an advanced-literate writer that enjoys letting things age, and I'm seeking partners with a similar skillset!🤔 What am I looking for in a general sense?
Friendship! Headcanons! Rapidfire! I'm a gal that needs some personal connections to stay invested; mood boards; song playlists; character gushing; that stuff. If you feel the same way, consider approaching me with your wants. I'm always happy to hear them out!👀 What am I looking for in a partner sense?
Aliens! Cryptids! Supers! I have a preference for premade characters with good or neutral alignments, but I'm open to devious ones willing to work with the cast. Most of my things are multiverse-friendly, so if you want to bring one of your own, we can find a way!💕 What is my stance on romance and NSFW?
Character romances can absolutely happen! However, they must be a slow burn with good chemistry. I'll only roleplay that kind of thing with writers I get to know first, but I'll never write explicit sex. Please don't come to me expecting a lot of romance or ERP!💬 Interested? Please send me a message!
Include a little about yourself in your introduction! I'd love to hear what caught your interest and any characters you feel would be a good match. Once we hit it off, I might ask for some sample writing. I'll also provide mine. Contact me on Discord! crystaldisc

SAMPLE POST ONE
To most outsiders, the ballroom was a delicacy to be unwrapped by the eyes. To those seeking to attend, it stood as the refuge and final destination against the falling blankets of snow. At precisely eight o'clock, the first ripple of time, the strike of a grandfather clock, passed through the air, inviting the moonlit tales of folk in disguise into its enchanting embrace.The fairytale masquerade had officially begun.Every guest wore a mask. Some waltzed in the shoes of stories long passed. Others shimmered with illusions that hid more than a face, but their very being. The air itself tasted faintly of rain, a reminder that everyone and everything but the storm outside had been invited, and from the orchestra pit, a casual waltz spiraled up, the kind of melody that invoked casual and curious chattering between strangers.Among the arrivals waded a rather tall, large man. Navy blue Victorian-era clothing wrapped around his large frame, concealing skin and scars alike save for the sliver of his head that wasn’t hidden behind a white, rabbit-eared mask. A gold pocket watch hung from his belt, swaying like a pendulum with each trudging movement.Harrison had arrived as a White Rabbit, but he wasn't here for the pleasantries of carrots and conversation. Much like his anxious literary counterpart, he chased time.Crystal birds hung between chandeliers, their wings reflecting trails of starlight through the dome overhead. Waiters in mirrored masks drifted silently through the masses, balancing trays of nectar champagne and sugared petals that dissolved on the tongue like laughter.Anticipating the dance and unveilings to come, the gala-goers chatted most eagerly among themselves, oblivious to the monsters of men that lurked within the crowd. Somewhere among them, the masquerade's danger had finally arrived.

SAMPLE POST TWO
Every night, she struggled. Most people dreamt of nonsense when they fell asleep. Some had nightmares. Others thrived. Azura, however, could never seem to stop fighting.Lightning shot through the cold, black sky like a scream in the dark, and where there was lightning, thunder sang not too far behind. Mangled cacti reached for the storming heavens, tempted by the empty promise of a rain that would never come. Be it of a dream or not, a dry storm in the desert was no place for a girl from an island.Somewhere in the near distance, the snarling of a large, mammalian animal echoed between the winding canyon before being abruptly silenced with a sickening crack. That was okay, or so she thought.Azura hunted bigger game.The circumstances that led her to this dreamwalk didn't so much matter as the damage caused by the creature that lurked within its space. Why it took an interest in stealing the people it did, she did not know, only that it needed to go away for good.Its bug-like warbling grew louder to where the huntress stood in wait, carried on the faint winds of change along with the floating, ethereal specks that permeated the lower plane. With her bow drawn and back against the sandy cliff, barely did she breathe as she swiveled around the corner and took her aim.Azura didn't even get the chance to process its features before it swung a webbed, talon-tipped hand at her face. The sudden jolt brought her back to the waking world.A gasp announced her awakening, the force of which would've likely sent her hurtling forward if it weren’t for the good graces of her seatbelt. Immediately after reorienting her senses, she gingerly reached a hand to her cheek, annoyed to find that the wound, two light slash marks, had transferred through the dream.

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😋 Welcome to my secret page where I keep the quirky things!
To be clear, this is less a kink checklist and more a collection of fictional dynamics I enjoy exploring too much. I'm interested in tension, chemistry, and implication, but not graphic detail. Nothing here is a demand... just where some of my favorite story buttons live!

HUNGER & INDULGENCES
Admittedly? This is the main course. I have fondness for writing and playing against characters who like to overindulge and are made extremely aware. Carnivorous appetites, weight gain, prominent bellies, and teasing about being fattened up or a tempting meal are my fuel.The appeal lives in attention, embarrassment, and vulnerability. Hunger is often doing several jobs at once, including threat, affection, comedy, and occasionally all three before dessert!

OTHER FAVORITE FLAVORS
Another secret ingredient is, apparently, a monster who could eat someone, chooses not to, and then has complicated feelings about it. I have accepted this about myself. Send help.

🙏 Please let me know if you're willing to humor any of these!
I promise to respond with dignity and restraint, which is to say I will be vibrating excitedly and producing many plot hooks at dangerous speeds. No pressure, of course! Just imagine me rattling the bars of my enclosure in a charming and reasonably nonthreatening fashion! :)