Lovecraftian Lust [Victorian] (Looking for M/F/GM characters)

[ABagOVicodin]

Thank you for finding my request thread. My name is ABagOVicodin, and I've been on Elliquiy for six years. I feel that I have evolved as a writer through those years, and I have all of my partners to thank for that. I'll provide a little more information about me if you decide to take me on as a partner.

Prescription Information:

• I am a writer in his 20s who is in his final year of college. My hobbies are mostly gaming, writing, and reading. I always try to do something different in life, although Elliquiy has been one of the main constants in my life since 2012. Sometimes it's a different book, different writing style, or maybe a different restaurant. Either way, I try to spice up my life to avoid the monotony of work + school.
• I work as an English teacher in China, so my time zones are vastly different from everyone else's. I'm also very busy, so sometimes I'll write one post a day, sometimes 3 or 4. If I don't get back to you in two weeks, please PM me and I'll try to bring us back to reality.
• I'm a straight male that has dabbled in all manner of characters. From female to male, to hermaphrodite or alien, I have tried them all. Depending on the idea, I will want to play the male or female (or other), and I'll specify within my ideas. However, don't let that discourage you from not trying out an idea! Sometimes a good twist or simply an impressive writer will open me back up to the idea, and it doesn't hurt to ask my feelings about it. But, if an idea is completely closed, I will not budge on reopening it.
• I write 3+ paragraphs in every one of my posts, with few exceptions. I expect the same amount of words in return, 300+. Thanks to Aya and Snow Nymph, I've gotten used to linking pictures of my characters in the post. If you don't know how to do it, I can help you. Openers I'd like to be a bit bigger, with 500+ words. Now, obviously I won't drop you if one post is below 300 words, but if this becomes a habit without a reasonable explanation, I will become frustrated and discontinue our story.
• I prefer to be contacted by PM for any questions about my ideas or roleplays. Do not post in this thread. I cannot stress that enough.
• I can also be contacted by Discord/Skype for friendly banter, brainstorming, or chatting. Mention either in your PM and I will gladly add you.

General Ons:
Any of my Ons can be removed if they do not make you comfortable. I know that some of these kinks, from the darker to more niche can drive writers away, and I want us to share in the fun of our story. Mention the ons that you like in your PM, or simply the ones that you don't like and we can move from there.

Vicodin's Ons

Domination/Submission
Deflowering/Virginity
Ageplay (As per site rules, no characters in sexual scenes can be below 16.)
Manipulation (Mental, preferably)
Abuse (Verbal, mental, physical)
Misogyny (More of the subtle themes of it than outright sexism)
Traditional Gender Roles (Similar to the previous one)
Training/Petplay
Outfits/High heels (The more detailed an outfit, the more fun it is to take it off)
Clothed sex
Public scenes/Risk of getting caught
Multiple penetrations
Kidnapping/Free Use
Risk of Pregnancy/Breeding/Creampies
Blowjobs/Throatfucking/Everything that comes with it. (Lipstick smearing, the sounds coming from a fucked throat, mascara and makeup running. The detail in these actions will make me wish for the next post)
Harems (Love having them, or playing them with a specific writer.)
Footplay (Very niche amounts. Nix this if it doesn't interest you)
Sexual Exhaustion (The woman collapsing after being used, but someone simply continues. Sloppy seconds are another one I love based on this)
Raceplay (Specifically Asian women on other races. As a fellow listener of K-Pop, I melt at the sight of a beautiful K-pop faceclaim)
and More!

Offs
Snuff (I like bad endings, but characters that I've put so much time into being killed is not fun in any way for me.)
Scat (Pretty obvious, no)
Oviposition (Hard maybe, but I don't find it fun)
Mutilation (Abuse is fine, but losing body parts is not.)

Lovecraftian Lust

For this roleplay, I mainly only have an opener written for it, but I do have some themes that I want to play with. It centers around an older brother (22+) and a younger sister (16-18) who inherit a mansion from their father, who is an inventor. The brother emancipated the sister from the father after a devastating accident took his eye. The brother and sister decide to move into the mansion since it has over an acre of farmland and is essentially free. The only problem is that the house has some dark secrets. Some items end up in other rooms after being forgotten. Cold drafts plague hallways even when all windows are closed. Doors close on their own. The siblings have yet to find out that this mansion is a gateway to something far more sinister.

That's what I have so far. Partially inspired by Darkest Dungeon, I'd love to have a co-writer who can play out either the brother, the sister, or some of the other characters that plague the mansion. Knowledge of H.P. Lovecraft is not required since I don't know any of his material. Some scene ideas include:

- The sister being molested by a ghost/tentacle.
- The brother having his mind controlled by an evil force which tempts him to bed his sister.
- Whatever we can think of together.

Here is the opener that I wrote for the story. While it wavers back and forth between third and first person, I intend to play in third person perspective. I will be editing the opener upon finding a partner. :

Lovecraftian Lust

He should have sold this house and gotten the entire deal over with. Theodore Costigan leaned back against their stagecoach as it lightly rumbled along the dirt road towards their new destination. Chocolate brown eyes stared out of the window, an impassive face void of emotion. His black dress shoe tapped against the wood of the stagecoach, their journey only halfway done. Theodore sighed and took his hat off, placing it on the seat next to him as he looked across the coach towards his little sister. The best family member in the world, the one who had stayed with him through the thick and thin. The only one, that he knew of, that was left.

His father. His naive, stupid father. No wonder Mother had left before his sister was able to walk. He remembered seeing that explosion, their living room in ruins as Father was testing another one of his stupid inventions. He swore that it was for a good cause, that he only tested his inventions when the family wasn’t home and he could afford to replace anything that they lost. The only thing he forgot was that he couldn’t replace a part of his son.

He had slept in during a school day. Mother had taken his sister to a friend’s house, and he assumed father was in the middle of something important. He walked into the living room to ask my father for a ride to school, even if he was late, but all he saw was a white flash, and then pain in his left eye. Blood gushed out of his eye and he screamed as his father rushed over to him. A gash had been cut with some sort of purple force which charred the skin around his eye socket. His eye had been burned to a point of unusability, and at the hospital, he was told that he would never be able to use that eye again. At 12, he already lost half of one of his senses, and all because his father loved to play with fire.

His fist clenched inside of his glove. His father begged him not to tell Mother what he had seen. He promised that if anyone knew, the world as they knew it would come to an end. First their house, then the city, then the world. Theodore was naive back then, and believed him. He doesn't believe him anymore, but it had been a while since they had spoken.

Not long after that, the big explosion trashed their house, and Mother left with Theo and his sister. They were raised in another city entirely with money that Father sent to pay for their education. Pity money, if that. But once Theo was old enough to graduate from school, he opened up his own invention shop and avoided all of those stupid mistakes that his father made. he soon made and bulk-sold a new pistol to the government, followed by schematics for a type of wheel-driven vehicle. It didn’t work out once the government put it to the test, but he was still trusted because the vehicle wasn’t his problem. The frame was ironclad. What was around it didn’t work.

All the time, Theo took her with him. She was still in school and he stole her from Mother once she started drinking and gambling some of the gifted money away. He grew disgusted with her and promised a better life. And he hoped he accomplished that for her. After all this time, he still couldn’t fix his eye. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, and often kept his hat lower so that he didn’t have to stare at too many people. He never told her what happened. Only that he lost my eye, and that the alcohol that he kept in his room was necessary for the pain. He wasn’t like his mother. He refused to be.

Our stagecoach entered past a metal fence and stopped right in front of a tall, three story mansion. His eyes widened as he opened the door to the stagecoach and stepped outside, placing his hat atop my head as he looked up at the house. It was black, decorated with plants sprouting fruit in the front yard with a grassy field on either side of the coach. All of the windows looked pristine and clean. The wood upon the outside seemed polished and darkened from the sun. Wait… wasn’t wood supposed to be lighter from the sun?

He turned towards her, holding out his hand as he stared into her eyes. “Sis, I think Father has been keeping something from us…”

[ABagOVicodin]

Brushing dust off this idea. I had a previous writer with this idea, but I retired the idea for a bit. Trying it up again to see if anyone is interested. I do enjoy playing (alongside or as) a Korean woman for the sister, so I have some face claims I'd like to use for those who are interested.

[ABagOVicodin]

I think I'm ready to try out the idea with one more writer this time.