A Paldean Wooper runs to a Wooper covered in mud

Luna Mora

30 | She/Her | EST (GMT-5)

"Of all the things one says and does, I look back on what never was.
And think of all that Life could be, if I could capture what I see!"


About Me

I have been writing since I was 8 years old and RPing since I was 11 with a few breaks from RP here and there. Neopets to Gaia Online to various forum software to Invisionfree to Jcink to Discord pipeline.

shiny wooper on a rock

Where I Write

I currently only write 1x1s on private Discord servers.
Not interested in any other avenues at this time.

Because I come from a Forum RP background, I use Discord Bots to make Discord less bland. Primarily Tupperbox for characters, and Lady Fortuna which is a luck-based decision maker. You don't have to use them unless you want to, but know they will be added to our server so I can use them.I have a server template I use for generic set up that you can check out here. But I'm more than happy to use whatever server set up my partner prefers.

Writing Style

Tense: 3rd Person Past or 3rd Person Present, I can do both equally based on partner preference.I can bold speech, "Just like this," or not, if you hate that!Word Count: Average 300 words (2-3 paragraphs) up to 1000+ as needed for the scene.Starters: No preference on who starts, whichever makes more sense to 'set the scene'.

Post Speed

I try to tag no later than Once a Week.My usual pace is Once a Day / Once Every 2-3 Days dependent on RL.That being said, I am a super patient and communicative RPer and am ghost-friendly. Please don't feel pressured while we're writing! Let's talk out posting and communication expectations.

Limits & Kinks

I do 3-3-3 on the RPG Rating scale. No qualms with profanity or graphic violence. Totally fine with anything grimdark. Smut-friendly and kink-friendly.Limits: Anything that may come up will be discussed with my writing partner. My only hard limit is that I will not write any graphic content with any people or characters under 18.Kinks: Specific desired kinks for any NSFW ads will be included in the ad itself.I do have a Kinks & Limits graphic I can provide if needed.

On Characters

Faces: I come from a Real Life/Celebrity Face Claim background on the forums, so most of my characters use RL faces. Otherwise I will use a mix of inspiration images as "aesthetics". This normally ranges from drawn to anime to what can be found on Pinterest, depending on the RP. All of my characters come with written physical descriptions also.Bios: I do like to make character sheets! I create bare bones character sheets for each new character, and flesh them out as we go. I don't ask for the same from my partner unless you're into it too.My main characters will always be 18+, to echo what was in my limits.With first-time partners, I tend to start my plotting with a "Main Pairing" who are the "stars" of the particular plot we craft, and then branch out into secondary characters, NPCs, and casts as we go through the process and need to bring other characters in.I don't mind doubling or doing multiple pairings/multiple plots once I'm comfortable with my writing partner!I usually make my characters to fit the plot and don't do pre-mades, unless otherwise specified in the ad.

On Pairings

I'm just going to be honest, I LOVE to ship and most of my successful long-term plots have had a romantic pairing at the center of them. Romance as a plot element will be a must, but smut is optional. I am a "if it makes sense in the story and we want to do it, let's do it" kind of smut writer rather than going by ratios. We can be 100% SFW or 100% NSFW or anything in between.I do any pairings of:

  • FxF (preferred!)

  • MxF (either role)

  • MxM

On Plotting

I don't like to overplot or headcanon too far in advance of the actual story, but I do like to have a plotline to follow and a barebones structure for each "scene" so that there is an end goal in mind that we are working towards. I don't like to make things concrete or set in stone so it can be flexible to twists, turns, and curveballs, as well as any new ideas we may have along the way.I play by the "Rule of Cool" and the "Rule of Funny": "Wouldn't it be funny if..." or "Wouldn't it be cool if..." usually leads to the best ideas, and if there is any conceivable way to make it work, even if not the most realistic/slightly OOC option, if we want to do it, let's do it.So when I say "I don't like plots to be concrete, but I do like some structure", I mean it can be as simple as our overall plot idea and a bullet point list of all the things we want to tackle either within the plot or within that particular event/scene/thread/etc. With the understanding that the characters and plots are "living documents" and we may feel the need to revise or adapt the shenanigans along the way.

Plot Hooks


Writing Samples


Here you can find a variety of writing samples from me, ranging from group threads in group RPs to replies in 1x1s, all of varying lengths from varying points in the RPs they're taken from. Dialogue is bolded in some examples but not others. I've also tried to balance present and past tense examples, as I do both based on partner preference!These are all fairly recent examples and why you might see some repeat characters mentioned.Last Updated: March 15, 2025

Cheyenne feels the tremor go through Cheryl at the sight of the wolf, and quickly turns to soothe her with murmured words of encouragement, still holding her hand and putting her other arm to wrap around her shoulders. But she startles when Harry suddenly shouts, in vulgar language no doubt, and can't help but crack a chilled, half-smile when the wolf startles too and actually runs off.

"If only it was that easy before," she says, with a shake of her head.

She stops crowding Cheryl once Julian comes forward to shake her hand. "Yes, I graciously let Julian take the Distillery while I was setting up the Hanging Gardens. Cheryl was always the better with taste, between the two of us."

The tickle fight is brutal and bloodless. Faina ignores Matti's cries and protests for mercy, although she laughs so hard herself her lungs hurt. The laughter is infectious and it swirls between them in warm halos of light and color. And although she doesn't stop, she can be easily thwarted; she isn't actually trying to wrestle or attack him. So it's more like a dog playing with a kitten.

"Plenty of meat on them bones. It's too late for you! You'll keep me fed for at least a week!"

She manages to dodge his flailing the first time or two, then Matti catches first one wrist and then the other, and Faina stills. Panting as she tries to catch her breath, interrupted every few seconds by more giggles. Her chest aches like she's one deep breath away from a coughing fit, and tears gather at the corners of her eyes.

Then faster than a blink, the world pitches black. The changeover is so sudden and jarring that it leaves the imprint of its light trail in her vision, their singular bulb speeding off into the night. She freezes, skin prickling, until her brain picks up the scattered pieces and remembers what time it was.

Shit. She didn't realize it had gotten that late.

Fingers lace through her own. Faina tightens her grip on reflex. Her hands are slick with the salve, which sends shivering tingles across her palms. The ghostly glow of Matti's smeared makeup becomes the beacon in the blackness as she blinks the light trails away. His hands are warmer now than they were.

"Ah, well. Guess you escape from me today," she says, somewhere between airy and disappointed. "I never would've been able to fit enough of you in the fridge anyway. Too much waste."

Without loosening their hands, Faina collapses onto her side next to Matti, a melting into the clothes pile.

"Didn't realize it was blackout time."

Jack nodded, the hint of a grin on his lips. "It's very handy ta work in a place o'business where ye get ta pass the buck as a matter o'course." Wasn't much opportunity in life where that was the case.

Fact of the matter was, the Bar was far more than just an ordinary pile of brickwork and wooden beams and where the job was just about keeping a crowd under control. It was living and breathing. Wild. And sometimes, magic could only be countered with magic. Anything more than that was beyond the control of men like Jack and Lee.

"I think so too," he agreed, with a deep 'harrump' as he brought the chair back down on all four of its legs. "Fer all I'm explainin' to ye now, most of the time the Bar behaves as it should an' yer job is as ordinary as any other pub. An' I do try ta schedule two on a shift even durin' slow hours jus' so both ends o' the bar are covered, which means yer rarely by yerself if shite does hit the fan."

It also meant the staff could swap out who was upstairs and downstairs, or who was on break or who wasn't. Good for security and just good for peace of mind, so you weren't alone if shit happened to go south while everyone was trapped on a Transatlantic trip.

Jack stroked his fingers through his short beard. "That bein' said... ye gotta be mindful of the ghosts, sometimes."

Natalia's attention was elsewhere as they got into the elevator. Chewing on the information Dionaea and Karim had separately revealed. Thinking about the upcoming meeting. Worried there was more surprises lying ahead. So she didn't notice Karim move as she stood quietly, staring down at her hand as if a cigarette was going to magically materialize there, only to start as the elevator stopped... mid-floor.

She jerked her head up, gaze sweeping around, before turning to him. "What--"

The kiss he swept her into took all the breath away and swallowed the rest of the words with it. There was only a heartbeat of shock before instinct took over and Natalia returned it. Her fingers entangled in his robe and dragged him closer, if that were possible -- heat and affection returned in equal force, the thirst of a dragon raging underneath it. It was only as he finally pulled away and she began to follow after him to bring his lips back to hers that Natalia realized what she was doing. She froze, blinking at him, pink flushed across her cheeks.

Then, clearing her throat, she smoothed the robe back down that had crumpled under her grip and patted it, before stepping back. She seemed at a loss for words, both at what just happened and the faux-innocent expression Karim wore as he started the elevator again.

No one had ever dared try something so bold to her before. And she didn't?? hate it?? Actually, her instinct was to kiss him again -- she was doing so good to stay away from him...

The elevator arrived with a soft 'ding' before Natalia could decide on what, if anything, to do or say to him. All she could do was shoot him a glare and hope she wasn't still blushing as the doors opened onto the conference room floor.

There were a few smaller rooms and an office on this floor, but the elevator opened directly onto the atrium that led to the main conference room. They were, for the moment, still alone. Who knew where Erica and Dionaea had gone. Breakroom, maybe. The others would filter in from downstairs as the time grew closer.

Through the atrium doors lay the main conference room for the House of Nine -- a picturesque scene of a high rise corporate office with floor to ceiling windows along the back wall, a large sleek table in the center of the room flanked by expensive high-backed chairs. They were quite modern around here. The only thing that would give the room away as being something other than an executive conference suite was the massive stone structure seated at the head of the table closest to the windows, with its back to the gloomy, stormy scene outside.

It was a throne; the old throne of the Rinaldi domain, to be exact, passed from ruler to ruler for longer than the Rinaldi matriarchy remembers, the throne preceding their records. A throne carved from some archaic black basalt stone and threaded through with currents of frozen magma, catching the light like rivulets of gold. Dragon wings were carved across the jagged top and two dragon heads sat guarding either arm rest.

Natalia contemplated the throne as she led the way into the room -- clearly, it was her seat at the table -- and, after a pause, pointed to it.

"You can sit there."

The Bar Between had been in dampened spirits as of late. Moodier. Fewer customers floated in and out of the bar, and the patrons who stuck around to make the six-hour trip from one continent to another tended to stay in their seats rather than wander about. All due to the return of Isabelle Griffith and the subsequent disappearance of Isabelle Griffith and Christopher Stenlake.

Despite the work of the managers to keep things quiet, the word had spread... especially after the twins arrived and Astor appeared. A series of strange events that the bar hadn't seen in some time. It put everyone into a somber mood... Jack among them. An uncomfortable weight settled in his stomach as he turned over all the details in his mind. Strange was par for the course of the Bar Between, but not like this. Something was different this time.

He was a Scotch whisky man, loyal to the liquor of his youth, and as he entered the bar with its doors open to the alleys of New York City, he decided, before the start of his shift that evening, he needed a drink.

Jack had a customary seat at the bar, when it wasn't busy: the third seat of the side bar, one of the widest views of the whole first floor from one position, and he sat himself down on the stool with a sigh. It creaked under his weight. He scanned behind the counter. Who was on shift today?

"Monaghan," he called, giving him a raised gesture to flag him down once he wasn't busy with any customers.

"Maynard, please report to Medical for onboarding."

`EVE`'s monotonous drone cutting so abruptly to the quiet hiss and crackle of the live intercom makes Maynard's shoulders jump to her ears. She inhales in a quick, sharp gasp. Almost drops her soldering gun.

"Maynard, report to medical."

The intercom clicks off. The only noise after is a ragged exhale and a creak as Maynard rocks back in her chair. She contemplates her workstation, eyes unfocused.

It's a mess of tools and repair projects and spare parts; it takes at least a month to fix everything back into its proper place from the engineer on the previous rotation, and she is elbow-deep in the reorganization process.

Annoying time to be called away.

Report to medical, Cody's voice echoes in her ears.

She wonders how upset the Captain might be if she dodges the rotation eval, just this once.

```Would you like me to continue?```

"No, thank you, EVE," Maynard sighs. "We can continue diagnostics once I get back from medical."

Once she says as much to the ship's onboard AI, she finds it's not much effort to haul herself to her feet, undo the toolbelt around her waist and drop it onto the workstation's surface, sweep the long red curls into a rough ponytail. Shoulders square and spine straight, she marches her way from where Engineering is tucked away to Medical.

She passes no one else, but she almost wishes she had. Her hands remain as steady as always, loose at her sides. Her breathing remains even and calm. It's only the somersaults in her stomach that give it away. The squeeze of her heart in her chest.

Look how fine I am right now. This is fine. Just gotta see the ex-wife about a physical. No big deal. Routine, some would say!

As if.

The doors to Medical yawn open with a hiss of sterilized air, and Maynard steps through.

"Reporting," she says as she enters, her lips trying to twist into a polite smile.

Contact Me


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