Hey there.

I’m currently looking to write a fantasy RP between a demoness professor, my character, and her student, your character. I envisioned it beginning with her being fairly taken by your character, to the extent she may single them out from her other students, in some attempt to make of them her prodigy. Though, on closer inspection, glaring notes of infatuation and perhaps even a possessive or manipulative streak might come of their increasing interactions. Stolen glances, touches. This has the potential for extreme fluff or its direct opposite.

Their dynamic would depend in part on your character, their response. The demoness’ initial design is on the taller, fuller side with a more nurturing disposition. I don’t mind whatever race or character type you design across from her.

The idea is loosely woven, with ample room to grow in any direction or fashion. It can be an FxM or FxF or anything in between. There’s little to no chance of this being SFW, so 21 only replies. And literate/advanced literate writers applicable.

As usual, I’m EST, write only over GDocs or Discord in schedule times for back-and-forth and am always open to accommodations of your desired story inclusions.

Below is the starter:

Ambora trees and wilting leaves. The winds of time curing… It would be this day.

A pastel sun sinking beneath its horizon unhurriedly, orange fire splattering across a coming twilight… It must be this day.

The art room sat at the learning hall’s western viewpoint, stories above endlessly rolling grasslands. Within its walls, the demoness was surrounded by cherished things, her students, her greatest inspirations. Their sitting stool and easels formed a crescent moon before the perch of her desk at the front of the spacious academic chamber. 20 unenthused faces to account for the Temple’s least embraced arcanic study sect: The Rudimentary Principles of Art and Mindfulness.

It was the last class of the evening, and desperate longing to escape was a rippling current of live energy as she visited each antsy student. Placing onto their easel a sheet of parchment, faced downward, the results of their most recent artistic piece lay privately marked on the other side. No sooner than she relinquished possession of their scoresheets, the students did flee from their perch, thanking her hurriedly before disappearing from the threat of education.

The arts was a required entry study for all who aspired to ascend to any respectable rank of class throughout the kingdom. But for the demoness, it was comedic relief. Torturing innocent souls with the blades of knowledge, bleeding their undeserving vessels with shards of self-expression.

When the horned professor came upon the work station of her last student—her unexpected gem and treasure—there came a moment of hesitation before their result sheet was handed over no differently than the others. However, inked on the other side of their papyrus was a curt inscription: ‘Please stay and see me after this eve’s class.’