👋 What's up, worlds? Y'all can call me CD!
Welcome! I'm a 27 y/o. lady from southeastern 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 with good chemistry. I'll only roleplay FxM or MxF romances with writers I get to know, but I won't 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 find mine here). Contact me on Discord! crystaldisc

It started with a distant land where the elements reigned and dragons ruled the sod, sea, sky, and sun. Then, things became a little more crowded when mankind, their magicians, and machines entered the fray. Soon after, aliens joined their ranks.Now, Auroverse is a collection of things mashed into this big, fantastical story.The world has hordes of undead amassing from ages long lost, and the dragon kingdoms they wage war against. There are mystics trying to survive on a plane where cryptids and syndicates go bump in the night, and the alien vagabonds that race against time to save their planets from a malicious infestation.Incarnations of heaven and hell live alongside each other in imperfect harmony, while a vast supercontinent boasts synthetic titans that eclipse the sun and the dinosaurs roam once more. All the while, a horrific cosmic entity banished to the darkest edge of existence watches from space in its eldritch prison.Auroverse is a sandbox of adventure, fantasy, and science-fiction, and it has something for everyone. Will you be a part of it?

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.A gasp intermingled with a slight yelp announced her awakening, the force of which would've likely sent her hurtling forward if it weren’t for the good graces of the seatbelt she'd been wearing. Immediately after reorienting her senses, she gingerly reached a hand to her cheek to find that the wound, two light slash marks, had transferred over through the dream.A crude word in an even more crude language escaped her lips. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been; the initial shock surprised her more than anything, and for a brief moment, Azura considered herself lucky that she had awoken in the seat of a co-pilot.Remembering why she was here of all places came easier than trying to swallow the fact that some animal got the jump on her. Capable of flying faster and higher than any dragon-people's wings, the aircraft carried her and the coming aid in pursuit of someone who really shouldn’t have been as elusive as he was temperamental – Harrison Graves – and temperamental he was, having left shortly after a fallout between him and his ex-brother-in-law.More clouded yet happened to be the means through which these people managed to pin down the missing man, and their reasons for doing so. After one of their own was kind enough to explain it to her as if she were but five-years-old, clarity shone through the cracks in her brain like light on a stormy day. Apparently, he owed them something.Of course Graves owed them something. When did he not owe anyone anything? Why, he still owed her an entire half of a tuna salad hoagie as well as permanent safe passage to and from the nearby planes through the use of establishing an illicit arcane circle, but that was a little besides the point.Red droplets began to dribble from her cheek and onto her lap. By instinct, Azura raised her hand, but paused; something as light as this wasn’t worth spending her healing energy on. “Captain?” she began. “It would be fair to assume this aircraft has first-aid, no?”

Insects chirping and dancing among the concrete ruins of capitalism signaled the arrival of dusk. For some reason or another, Harrison imagined that the afterhours of Deep Dish Diner in Los Lunares would’ve been more lively, but nope – not at all. That was fine, though. As one might have imagined, a man with the last name of ‘Graves’ didn’t do ‘lively’ very well.Nighttime was meant for reading, obviously. A pair of rectangular reading glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, looking down at the first book in a two-part series that he’d probably read a dozen times over, just to relax in the familiarity of it all if nothing else.Harrison already knew how it’d all end. The woman that fell through the mirror would end up with the lovable young man that brought her through the multiverse by accident.A story with a happy ending? Imagine that.The waitress approached the bar counter. “What can I get’chu, hun?” she asked.Country-fried steak? Chicken with gravy? Grand slam hamburger? None of these happened to appeal to his tastes at the moment, given the string of missing-turned-mutilated persons he’d had been seeing on the flyers for the past few weeks. One of them, the smiling face of a brunette lady with soft eyes, even haunted the exit.Harrison took one more glance at the menu and exhaled through his nose, trading any convictions he may have had about a diet for a breath of air. “A caramel blend coffee.”With a nod, she jotted down the request and pinned it to the dwindling roster of orders before taking her leave to attend elsewhere.In retrospect, a caramel coffee probably wasn’t the best item to choose if he didn’t want to raise his cholesterol, but that one sweet tooth had other plans. The drive from Rowanwick to Los Lunares may not have been particularly rigorous – filled with ghastly eyes peering from the treeline, yes – but he’d be damned if he did so without getting something good out of it.For once, things were okay.People came and went. Few lingered, likely weighed down by their own troubles or perhaps simply enjoying a blend near the witching hour, both of which he’d become rather accustomed to on his own time. Harrison casually flicked a page between his fingers, his gaze fixated on the material of his mental escape as he waited.The true problem? Things were not okay. In fact, things were so completely not okay that no one seemed to notice the glaring problem coming from the depths of the fog outside.

Glittering stones and other bioluminescence twinkled overhead. Stagnant waters teased the dry, withered foliage, and the only winds that tickled the senses were ones that passed through natural vents high above. Needless to say, such little life existed so far below, and what managed to survive only did so by the skin of its teeth.The clicking of talons against cobblestone echoed down the increasingly empty market. Wires and rope crisscrossed from the roofs in a spider's web from which paper lanterns and clothes hung, while the sandstone buildings themselves seemed to veer inwards, listening and ever-hungry, much like the denizens that inhabited the endless deep.Jack shuffled his way along, the tips of his faded teal tunic just barely swishing against the ground, torn and frayed at the edges from use and dappled with dark stains. One hand held the other, both tucked neatly against his chest. A face scarf wrapped comfortably just above his nose, while a hat concealed all but two bright green eyes that almost seemed to reflect light from under the shadow of its brim.A slim window had to be made, one that ranged somewhere between when he woke up and when the rest of the bazaar decided to close their businesses - and for sleep medicine, ironically enough. What happened when one smashed a round nocturnal predator into the square-shaped hole that was a daily desk job? A helluva messed-up circadian rhythm. Jack barely slept. The resulting migraines were unbearable, and he needed the strong stuff.The alchemist's clicking and shuffling came to an end outside of an apothecary, Uncommon Taste. A gloved hand reached out, wrapping around the handle, and as soon as he cracked open the door, he smelled it.Blood. He smelled blood.While the thought of his doctor was worrisome in of itself, more intense happened to be the indication that he may not have been alone. A puff of green fire whisked between three rows of fangs, briefly illuminating leonine features in the darkness. A warning? An invitation? Maybe a little bit of both.