MxM non-fandom RP 18+

18+ so there's no limits. I mostly RP in email (ya'll, gmail saves your post when you stop on a PC and oen an email on your phone a second later. Super useful) or Skype, PMs are a bit harder to work with when I'm at work or on my phone. 

      I'm not necessarily looking for a romance RP, I just tend to favor MxM characters or buddy-cop style adventures and bromance. I like it, what can I say. I like to read fanfiction, but I'd rather not RP it, if that makes sense. By all means, shout ideas at me, I'm just looking for a new RP I can love and enjoy and cry over.

      There's nothing that really peeves me, I can handle speed typing typos etc, people make mistakes, human and all, I just want to be able to understand what's going on. If you have trouble understanding English, I don't mean to discriminate. Also I believe in posting what's necessary. If you want to post "He aimed a punch for his left temple." And send and that seems appropriate, do it. Don't add unnecessary fluff to try to add girth, it's a silly concept. Post what seems right. 

I tend to fall back on these ideas, if you were looking for a starter idea;
   -Kidnapping
   -Two races forced to make peace
   -Arranged marriage
   -Paired together against their will to solve a case, slay dragon, investigate etc.
   -Partners in crime (one is captured)
--- Feel free to suggest anything. I don't like to hash out the entire plot, I'm cool with a general description or a picture and an inciting incident and jumping in. If it turns out lame we can always start over, they're just words. ---

     If we're going to get them all romantic and shit then my only things are that I have trouble getting into the classic "furry". Monstly human with some animal features, sure thing. Don't care about werewolves, those are cool, have fun with your species otherwise. Even if you do RP a furry, I'll prolly be fine with it, but enthusiasm will be at 70%. Don't worry about triggering or anything, I'm the most laid back partner you can get. I'm not mean, I don't bite, I jsut wanna RP the things. 

(FYI if you are legit a narcissist looking to fulfill some kind of power fantasy. No thank you. I swear, I've had those before.)

Example starter post:

Zazriel woke from yet another nightmare, hair plastered to his sweaty cheek. He stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, making sure he really was awake and not still trapped in a nightmare. He was afraid to look at the wall at the other side of the room. He was so afraid of what he would see. He kept his eyes locked on the ceiling, because maybe if he didn't look, it wouldn't be real. 

He counted down the seconds, then sat up, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the mirror adjacent to his bed. Nearly the entire mirror was black now, covered in what looked like ash, but no matter how he scrubbed at it, it wouldn't come off. He sat up all the way, hands shaking, and turned his back on the mirror. The whispers from it were stronger now, sounds that might be mistaken for the rush of wind, or the creaking of the trees, but he knew better.

He stood, moving to wash his face in the fountain in the corner. He didn't look back at the mirror, walking to the balcony of his doorless, escape-proof room. He pulled himself up onto the railing, sitting cross legged on the edge. The structure was too high to escape on foot without dying, a tower built to be nothing more than a cell, a cage, and a shrine. He looked out over the forest, the mountains, and could see the light of the city at night, reflecting off the fog. He used to look at the glow with hope, now he only looked at it with hatred and despair.

The days left until Arioch was reborn were shortening. He didn't want to die, but he was trapped. He'd hoped for a time that someone might come save him, but he only had two days left, and that hope was nearly gone.


Example body post:
He watched Alain come back, pleasantly distracted by the taste of memories in the book he held. He almost didn't answer him at his comment, but that felt deceitful, especially since Alain had been so forthcoming. "I'm not interested in the book, I'm interested in you." It was the simple truth of it, and he didn't want to lie to him, nor did he want him to ask him not to look. The book seemed an innocent enough thing to snoop around, and he wasn't going to blatantly read the bed, that seemed an invasion of privacy. "You're a far better student than I ever was." He wasn't going to comment on the deeper emotions he felt on the books, it felt like something that should remain unspoken.
Shapooda Skyrat

Shapooda Skyrat
