💿 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

👋 What's up, worlds? Y'all can call me CD!
Welcome! I'm a 28 y/o. lady from 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 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 also provide mine. Contact me on Discord! crystaldisc

Image Credits: @CrystalDisc

Chrysalis and Harrison work as agents of sorts for ATLAS, a worldwide branch of government that specializes in extraterrestrials, the supernatural, and otherworldly phenomena. Neither are particularly big in the grand scheme of things. One is a clingy and neurotic shapeshifting oracle. The other is an angry magician past their prime. Together, they are the worst dragon and rider.

SAMPLE POST ONE
Aquamarine scales carried on the back of a summer wind heralded Chrysalis’s arrival. Upon landing, a small spray of sand upsurge from the beat of her wings, lightly dusting the ceremonial shawl wrapped around her neck. Water dragons such as herself had never been known much for their agility, nor their flight – the sail-like wings on their backs made sure of that – but never let it be said that it was out of the question. Swimming here would’ve been all well and fine, but she’d take a sun-beaten shawl over a completely soaked one any day!Rearing her head, the dragoness took a moment to breathe most deeply and flared her gills, taking in the scents of seagrass and foam before treading her way down the beach. Salt-kissed water teased her toes, and the lush, colorful foliage seemed to veer towards the nourishing sun, embedded in a sandbank so white and pure that it could’ve been mistaken for snow.Oceanshine. The strings connecting her heart quivered. For the first time in just under a year, Chrysalis was finally home.Eyes as blue as the deep briefly scanned the scene ahead. Her once quaint little hometown hosted a myriad of visitors – dragons, beastfolk, humanoids, and more – whose excited chatter all but overpowered the distant sound of rolling thunder on the horizon. Warm breezes caressed the paper fish lanterns that hung from crisscrossed ropes from the roofs, while the limestone buildings that littered the coast seemed to veer inwards, anticipating those to come.Some arrived through airships pulled by their draconic allies. Others may have found themselves preemptive in their visitation. Most, however, likely found ship-based travel to be much less costly… and just a tad more dangerous, if the capricious ocean and looming threat of pirates were anything to consider.Regardless, when the last of the current batch of arrivals docked, Chrysalis couldn’t help but stand at alert and straighten her spine. Regal. Attentive. First impressions mattered, especially when they came from representatives of the community.“Good tidings,” she greeted, dipping her neck into a bow.

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.