👋 What's up, worlds? Y'all can call me CD!
Welcome! I'm a 27 y/o. lady from the southeast USA with too many concepts and not enough emojis, and I've been creating for over ten years. I consider myself an advanced-lit writer with a penchant for letting things age like wine, 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 and needs. 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 more devious ones willing to work with the crew. Most of my things are multiverse-friendly, so if you want to bring one of your own in, we can find a way!💕 What is my stance on romance and NSFW?
Character romances can absolutely happen! However, they must be the result of a slow burn and 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 for ERP or for the expectation of romance!💬 Interested? Please send me a message!
Include a little about yourself in your introduction! I'd also love to hear what may have caught your interest, as well as any characters you feel would be a good match. Once we hit it off, I might ask for some sample writing and I'll provide mine. Contact me on Discord! crystaldisc💿 My Personal Hobbies
Animation, Bugs, Bicycling, Drawing, Design, Entertainment, Media, Swimming, Writing🎥 Movie & TV Fandoms
12 Monkeys, AVATAR, FROM, Grimm, HTTYD, Stranger Things, The OA, TLA, Wednesday🎮 Videogame Fandoms
ARK: Survival Ascended, Enshrouded, Legend of Spyro, Minecraft, Path of Titans, SPORE

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SAMPLE POST ONE
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 animal, mammalian by the sounds of it, 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 babies straight from the crib, she did not know – only that it needed to go away for good.Something akin to 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 the archer breathe as she swiveled around the corner and took her aim, only to realize just how close the nightmarish thing was to her bluff.Barely did Azura even get the chance to process its features before it swung a webbed, talon-tipped hand at her face. The surprise alone was enough to scare even the hardiest of hunters, but to an apprentice dreamwalker, the sudden jolt brought her back to the waking world.SAMPLE POST TWO
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, courtesy of Frost Enterprises, 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 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. He came to hunt.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.