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STATUS: Hey, all! I will be away on a week-long camping trip from 8/7 to 8/13 and won't be able to respond to RP during that time. I will send replies as soon as I return. Happy summer! 7 yrs ago
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Hey, all! I will be away on a week-long camping trip from 8/7 to 8/13 and won't be able to respond to RP during that time. I will send replies as soon as I return. Happy summer!
7 yrs ago
Sorry for my disappearance! Out of town for a couple days; thought I'd have internet but I thought wrong. Will post as soon as I can!
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7 yrs ago
That feel-good feeling when you catch up on RPs. For everyone currently writing with me; thank you for your patience. You're all wonderful :)
7 yrs ago
I finally put something in the bio section of this thing! I even made it pretty, ooooh!
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7 yrs ago
RP'd with me, been gone for a while, and wanting to start something up again? Don't be shy; I'm active!
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Why, Hello There!
Welcome to my nifty little hovel! *bows* Who you'll find here is an aspiring writer with over 15 years of various RP experience. I prefer plot-driven fantasy and/or supernatural RPs with a romantic twist. I write from the mid-casual to high-advanced levels and am fairly open-minded when it comes to mature content. I am always looking for new RP partners, so if any of this sounds interesting to you, don't be shy!
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What I Look For in an RP Partner
◊ You must be *this tall* to write with me. Please be over 18.
◊ One liners are the devil. Though I prefer literate quality over quantity (especially when it comes to dialogue), if you're the type that practically writes a novel per post, I'll love you forever. If you can only crank out a couple of paragraphs but they engage me, I'll be just as excited. All I ask is a touch of effort.
◊ Get your chit chat on. I like to make friends with my RP partners, so if you're the type that loves OOC chat, by all means yammer away! I also LOVE discussing the RP, so please please please don't hesitate to speak your mind if you're bored, stuck, have an idea, or just want to be silly in OOC with your characters. I am remarkably flexible and would rather rewrite scenes and/or scrap weeks/months of RP for something new than watch one die due to lack of communication.
◊ Leave you slice-of-life, fluff, and tavern RP at the door. I have nothing against these things--in fact I expect any and all of these things in my RP and then some because that's the stuff of developing character relationships. However, I need more--conflict, a purpose, a goal, some sort of basic storytelling device to keep the RP going. Essentially, I need direction through plot; I get lost and anxious if all our characters ever do is talk.
◊ Own your flakiness. We've all done it--ditched an RP without a word. It happens. I understand. But please tell me if you're just not feeling it or if you need to take a break for any reason. I am incredibly patient and have picked RPs back up that have been under hiatus for months and even years. Thus, your absence would be just that--absence. If you are someone that has suddenly ditched without a word and want to return, hit me up! I promise I won't gripe or fuss; I'm just happy to RP.
Get it--got it--good! If I haven't scared you away by this point, please drop me a PM! Even if you don't have a specific idea in mind, I am more than happy to help you brainstorm something awesome.
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My Roleplays
Thread RP
◊ Rising Winds and Shifting Sands (Active) with Nemaisare
◊ Underneath (Active) with Nemaisare
◊ The Lost Princess (Inactive) with Aelin
◊ Crimson Moons (Inactive) with Love Dove
◊ Vanish Into Light (Inactive) with El Taco Taco
◊ The Empress of the Underground (Inactive) with mamagermany
◊ A Journey for Peace (Inactive) with Arrayah
PM RP Partners
◊ CoyoteLovely
◊ Light the Dark
◊ Burning Daisies
◊ Hellish Hin
◊ Jinny
NOTE: Avatar artwork is NOT mine (I wish it was)! It is Thorns by Candra. Used without permission.
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Sounds alright. I'll use your post will determine what sort of trip it'll be when I describe the time jump *nod*
Ostus frowned. It annoyed him that Kiara would automatically think he'd judge her or interrupt her... even if she was probably correct in her assumption. Slowly, the magic of the night was fading...
He listened to her, making a point not to take another bite, not to take his eyes off of her. He didn't like seeing her so sad; it didn't suit her. At the same time, he had a difficult time finding pity in her. "I suppose I am a fool for thinking that you don't know hardship," he said, deciding to voice his thoughts aloud instead of keeping them to himself. "Your hardships may be different from mine, but they're still hardships. You're like... a bird trapped in a cage. A bird that can pass laws and influence people, but a bird nonetheless. If you have no free will, fight for it, or sneak for it. You're about to share your life with someone that probably knows more of what it's like to be you than anyone here. Who knows -- maybe he's a nice guy. If he isn't, then you have a lifetime to whip his ass into shape, one way or another. And as far as friends go..."
Here, he shifted a little awkwardly in his seat. He hated being sentimental like this. "You and I don't exactly get along most of the time, but when we do, it's fun. I'm not about to leave your side anytime soon, so... so I guess I'm the closest thing to a friend you have right now. I suppose that's not much to look forward to." He shrugged, the last comment said as though it was a matter-of-fact statement, not a sarcastic sting or a teasing joke. "Wish all you want. We all wish for something. Some of us wish all of our lives, and some of us turn those wishes into reality. Don't tell me you don't have the power to change who you are. Everyone has the power, so I won't hear any of that shit."
He listened to her, making a point not to take another bite, not to take his eyes off of her. He didn't like seeing her so sad; it didn't suit her. At the same time, he had a difficult time finding pity in her. "I suppose I am a fool for thinking that you don't know hardship," he said, deciding to voice his thoughts aloud instead of keeping them to himself. "Your hardships may be different from mine, but they're still hardships. You're like... a bird trapped in a cage. A bird that can pass laws and influence people, but a bird nonetheless. If you have no free will, fight for it, or sneak for it. You're about to share your life with someone that probably knows more of what it's like to be you than anyone here. Who knows -- maybe he's a nice guy. If he isn't, then you have a lifetime to whip his ass into shape, one way or another. And as far as friends go..."
Here, he shifted a little awkwardly in his seat. He hated being sentimental like this. "You and I don't exactly get along most of the time, but when we do, it's fun. I'm not about to leave your side anytime soon, so... so I guess I'm the closest thing to a friend you have right now. I suppose that's not much to look forward to." He shrugged, the last comment said as though it was a matter-of-fact statement, not a sarcastic sting or a teasing joke. "Wish all you want. We all wish for something. Some of us wish all of our lives, and some of us turn those wishes into reality. Don't tell me you don't have the power to change who you are. Everyone has the power, so I won't hear any of that shit."
Yaaay! I managed to post! *cheers*
Ostus chewed thoughtfully for a moment, considering Kiara's words. She was right; he could not understand why she would want to be someone else when she had an ideal lifestyle already. Perhaps if she knew what true hardship was like she would recognize her good fortune.
Then again, he couldn't imagine spending his life locked away in some castle, and he would certainly not tolerate being told who to spend the rest of his life with.
"I felt like you once," he said between mouthfuls, "when I was around... eight years old, I believe. My parents died in the war. Lots of kids' parents died in this war; the orphanages, to this day, are always packed. I never got along with the other elf kids -- too weird, they said." He smirked ruefully at the memory. "To everyone else, I was just... there, I suppose. I would have fucking killed to have a family back, to live like normal children did." He took a moment's pause to bite and chew, his mind drifting back to those distant memories. "One day, some goblin kid was being picked on. An annoying little twerp, no one really liked him, but to be ganged up on like that... I didn't see it as fair. I got my ass beat for helping him, but word seemed to get around... other kids approached me to help protect them from bullies... eventually, I sort of realized that my place in the world was protecting others. I haven't looked back since."
Ostus turned his head to look at Kiara. "If you're so unhappy with your life, do something to change it," he suggested. "I only got as far as I have due to busting my ass. Like fuck I was going to grow up as some aimless loser in a misguided life.
"I'll admit, your situation is much harder. Most folks would be more than a little angry to find out that you backed out of a chance at peace. Still, your life is only a dead-end street if you make it that way." He shrugged, not sure what else to tell her. He resumed his eating.
Then again, he couldn't imagine spending his life locked away in some castle, and he would certainly not tolerate being told who to spend the rest of his life with.
"I felt like you once," he said between mouthfuls, "when I was around... eight years old, I believe. My parents died in the war. Lots of kids' parents died in this war; the orphanages, to this day, are always packed. I never got along with the other elf kids -- too weird, they said." He smirked ruefully at the memory. "To everyone else, I was just... there, I suppose. I would have fucking killed to have a family back, to live like normal children did." He took a moment's pause to bite and chew, his mind drifting back to those distant memories. "One day, some goblin kid was being picked on. An annoying little twerp, no one really liked him, but to be ganged up on like that... I didn't see it as fair. I got my ass beat for helping him, but word seemed to get around... other kids approached me to help protect them from bullies... eventually, I sort of realized that my place in the world was protecting others. I haven't looked back since."
Ostus turned his head to look at Kiara. "If you're so unhappy with your life, do something to change it," he suggested. "I only got as far as I have due to busting my ass. Like fuck I was going to grow up as some aimless loser in a misguided life.
"I'll admit, your situation is much harder. Most folks would be more than a little angry to find out that you backed out of a chance at peace. Still, your life is only a dead-end street if you make it that way." He shrugged, not sure what else to tell her. He resumed his eating.
Apparently! Bah!
Ostus looked around at all the seemingly happy couples. Some were content with just holding hands and gazing in each other's eyes. Others danced and held quiet conversation at the same time. One couple was all over each other, a mess of limbs and slobbery kisses; someone had too much to drink!
He rolled his eyes. "Dance here, now, alone?" He held his arms up as though holding an invisible woman, swaying to the music. He puckered his lips and made exaggerated kissing noises before dropping his arms. "Fuck that," he muttered. "Come one, let's go get some grub; I'm starving."
Just like that, the polite, respectable Ostus dissolved away with the thought of food.
Not bothering to see if Kiara was following or not, Ostus made his way over to the caravan's cook. Something was roasting over a spit; he had no idea what as it was skinned and beheaded to be unrecognizable, just that one of the caravan hunters had killed it for tonight's meal. It smelled delicious, whatever it was, so he had a sizable chunk of that along with some hard bread and some wild onions. To him, this was good camping food. He'd miss it once he and Kiara were on their own.
With plate of food in one hand and a tall mug of ale in the other, Ostus settled down to a quiet place to eat where he could also watch and possibly make fun of some of the dancers.
He rolled his eyes. "Dance here, now, alone?" He held his arms up as though holding an invisible woman, swaying to the music. He puckered his lips and made exaggerated kissing noises before dropping his arms. "Fuck that," he muttered. "Come one, let's go get some grub; I'm starving."
Just like that, the polite, respectable Ostus dissolved away with the thought of food.
Not bothering to see if Kiara was following or not, Ostus made his way over to the caravan's cook. Something was roasting over a spit; he had no idea what as it was skinned and beheaded to be unrecognizable, just that one of the caravan hunters had killed it for tonight's meal. It smelled delicious, whatever it was, so he had a sizable chunk of that along with some hard bread and some wild onions. To him, this was good camping food. He'd miss it once he and Kiara were on their own.
With plate of food in one hand and a tall mug of ale in the other, Ostus settled down to a quiet place to eat where he could also watch and possibly make fun of some of the dancers.
The song ended and so did their dance. Ostus's heart pounded against his chest as he smiled down at the woman in his arms, an arm wrapped casually around her waist as he reveled in the weight of her hands against his chest through his clothing. She was laughing, smiling, having a great time, which made Ostus's spirits soar. He laughed along with her. "That was fun," he exclaimed. "You are a terrific dancer and a surprisingly impressive drinker... fuck, I could use a drink right now. You're also handy with a bow... what else can you do?" He wanted to dance like this with her again, to see how long they could last. He wanted to hear her laugh again knowing that she was having so much fun with him.
A much slower song began to play, attracting couples from all corners of the camp to step in and slowly sway to the music. Ostus sighed and wondered if he should complain to the musicians about playing more rousing songs. The tone of this song and the mood that it set suddenly reminded him of his place. He was the guard hired to protect the princess on her journey to meet her betrothed, and in the morning she would remember that he was a brute and he would remember that she was a spoiled brat, even though he now found it more difficult to think of her as such, and things would return to the way they were.
He blinked, realizing that he had carefully smoothed some of Kiara's hair from her face, softly caressing her cheek... it came so naturally to do this, to look at her...
He cleared his throat as he blushed, the awkward side of Ostus returning, as he politely dropped his hand and took a step back. Somehow finding the manners he should have displayed days before, he bowed respectively towards here. "Sorry about that," he muttered. "I guess we can... go talk somewhere, find a bit to eat, maybe get some water for you..." What he needed was a dip in some ice-cold river somewhere.
A much slower song began to play, attracting couples from all corners of the camp to step in and slowly sway to the music. Ostus sighed and wondered if he should complain to the musicians about playing more rousing songs. The tone of this song and the mood that it set suddenly reminded him of his place. He was the guard hired to protect the princess on her journey to meet her betrothed, and in the morning she would remember that he was a brute and he would remember that she was a spoiled brat, even though he now found it more difficult to think of her as such, and things would return to the way they were.
He blinked, realizing that he had carefully smoothed some of Kiara's hair from her face, softly caressing her cheek... it came so naturally to do this, to look at her...
He cleared his throat as he blushed, the awkward side of Ostus returning, as he politely dropped his hand and took a step back. Somehow finding the manners he should have displayed days before, he bowed respectively towards here. "Sorry about that," he muttered. "I guess we can... go talk somewhere, find a bit to eat, maybe get some water for you..." What he needed was a dip in some ice-cold river somewhere.
Surprised, Ostus watched as Kiara made a point of fetching some ale. At first he assumed that the second glass was for him.
That surprise turned into astonishment, however, as he watched the girl knock back both glasses. What kind of princess was she? Where did she learn to drink like that? Was the royal family as loud and lively as any soldier, or had she spent more time with commoners than he initially believed? With how naturally she acted around these people, he began to suspect the latter...
Regardless, Kiara had returned to being the interesting, mysterious, and fun girl he had first met back at the archery range. He had to remind himself that how she felt about him hadn't changed, she just knew how to drink.
Such notions faded away in his mind with each step she took towards him. The way she moved and the way she looked at him made his heart race. He allowed her to take his hands, bemused by her comment, and then simply stared as she smiled at him. Gods, she was gorgeous when she smiled. Ostus's blood ran hot, stricken by her shift in attitude and very much enjoying it. What could he do to make her smile like that at him more often?
When Kiara closed her eyes and began to sway to the music, he began to sway with her. He took the opportunity to study her body. His eyes drank in her curves, loving the way her hips moved. The Berinike prince would be a very lucky man indeed.
When she opened her eyes to look at him, Ostus snapped his gaze to her face -- not that this was a bad thing. HIs breath caught in his throat from the way she stared at him, and then she placed his hands on her waist, drawing close to him. He could smell the ale on her breath, wanted to melt to that sultry voice. Suddenly, if only for those few moments, she was everything he ever wanted... but could not have.
"Woman, you could have said something earlier," he murmured, "and saved me the trouble of making a fool of myself." He slid one hand around her hip to the small of her back and pulled her sharply to him, pressing her against him. The other hand grasped hers, clasping it tightly. He lifted an eyebrow, releasing a sly, one-sided smirk of his own, a certain light in his eyes.
Then they began to move.
He guided her around the fire, his steps more fluid, his rhythm more even. He swayed with her to the music, dipped her back every so often, twirling her occasionally, but always kept his body close to hers. He did not dance like this often; typically it was only to impress a girl. This one he certainly wanted to impress, but he sorely wished for some ale, mead, anything to loosen up. He had never felt so nervous and so excited around a woman before. Though he hid it well, it was evident in the stiffness of his movements and the almost tentative way he moved sometimes, as though he wasn't sure what to do next. He decided to simply try to match Kiara's flow, her body's personal rhythm, wanting to move in sync to her...
That surprise turned into astonishment, however, as he watched the girl knock back both glasses. What kind of princess was she? Where did she learn to drink like that? Was the royal family as loud and lively as any soldier, or had she spent more time with commoners than he initially believed? With how naturally she acted around these people, he began to suspect the latter...
Regardless, Kiara had returned to being the interesting, mysterious, and fun girl he had first met back at the archery range. He had to remind himself that how she felt about him hadn't changed, she just knew how to drink.
Such notions faded away in his mind with each step she took towards him. The way she moved and the way she looked at him made his heart race. He allowed her to take his hands, bemused by her comment, and then simply stared as she smiled at him. Gods, she was gorgeous when she smiled. Ostus's blood ran hot, stricken by her shift in attitude and very much enjoying it. What could he do to make her smile like that at him more often?
When Kiara closed her eyes and began to sway to the music, he began to sway with her. He took the opportunity to study her body. His eyes drank in her curves, loving the way her hips moved. The Berinike prince would be a very lucky man indeed.
When she opened her eyes to look at him, Ostus snapped his gaze to her face -- not that this was a bad thing. HIs breath caught in his throat from the way she stared at him, and then she placed his hands on her waist, drawing close to him. He could smell the ale on her breath, wanted to melt to that sultry voice. Suddenly, if only for those few moments, she was everything he ever wanted... but could not have.
"Woman, you could have said something earlier," he murmured, "and saved me the trouble of making a fool of myself." He slid one hand around her hip to the small of her back and pulled her sharply to him, pressing her against him. The other hand grasped hers, clasping it tightly. He lifted an eyebrow, releasing a sly, one-sided smirk of his own, a certain light in his eyes.
Then they began to move.
He guided her around the fire, his steps more fluid, his rhythm more even. He swayed with her to the music, dipped her back every so often, twirling her occasionally, but always kept his body close to hers. He did not dance like this often; typically it was only to impress a girl. This one he certainly wanted to impress, but he sorely wished for some ale, mead, anything to loosen up. He had never felt so nervous and so excited around a woman before. Though he hid it well, it was evident in the stiffness of his movements and the almost tentative way he moved sometimes, as though he wasn't sure what to do next. He decided to simply try to match Kiara's flow, her body's personal rhythm, wanting to move in sync to her...
rofl... nice!
Buuuuut I gotta head to bed! *cries* I shall reply in the morning, though. Have a good night :D
Buuuuut I gotta head to bed! *cries* I shall reply in the morning, though. Have a good night :D
lol, Ostus and his horrible dancing... it's the mood he sets that counts! He's having fun :p
Music is an integral part of my writing. I listen to a little bit of everything... stuff on the radio... indie stuff... soundtrack stuff... everything. I just love music :)
For this scene, I wrote to a little number from The Witcher:
http://youtu.be/3dFmeQvBR1I
Music is an integral part of my writing. I listen to a little bit of everything... stuff on the radio... indie stuff... soundtrack stuff... everything. I just love music :)
For this scene, I wrote to a little number from The Witcher:
http://youtu.be/3dFmeQvBR1I
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