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I want a new rp... I stare into the void, waiting for the magical ideas to spring forth. They never do.
BUT WAIT! I have old RPs that I never got to finish... what if we chase down their past glories? As long as I don't admit to it, it should be fine...
...oh. Welp. Here we are then.
don't mind the cobwebs.............................................................
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Okay, with that silly intro out of the way, hi. Light the Dark here. As some of my rp partners have been eaten by life, I'm looking for one (or mayyyyyyyybe two) new partner(s). As I've made clear, I'm looking to rehash some older RPs I quite enjoyed. Now, I know this is a long shot, but I'm willing to try it anyway. Some of these plots are more fleshed out than others.
2/11/21: if you have a similar plot in mind that you think might be my jam, I'd be open to that as well.
Anyone (18+) who is casual/high-casual who wants to RP with me is more than welcome to see if we click. ^^ I don't bite... hard.
I'm looking for someone to play character to my female. You may play whatever gender you like: male/female/nonbinary... whatever you wish. Typically I don't care, but I want to make this roleplay hella queer. To that end, I'm leaning more towards ladies or nonbinary characters... but I'm willing to let you make a case for a guy.Also, if you are willing to let me play a fat character you may become my new favorite. Not a fetish, I just want to play my body type once in a while.
I'm much more interested in quality over quantity - I like depth in character development. A 5 paragraph post that rambles and isn't well written won't hold my attention like a couple paragraphs with insight into your character's thoughts and development.
I say 18+ because while I won't explicitly seek out 'adult' content, there is the potential for it to come up in romance rps.
I'm looking for someone to play character to my female. You may play whatever gender you like: male/female/nonbinary... whatever you wish. Typically I don't care, but I want to make this roleplay hella queer. To that end, I'm leaning more towards ladies or nonbinary characters... but I'm willing to let you make a case for a guy.Also, if you are willing to let me play a fat character you may become my new favorite. Not a fetish, I just want to play my body type once in a while.
I'm much more interested in quality over quantity - I like depth in character development. A 5 paragraph post that rambles and isn't well written won't hold my attention like a couple paragraphs with insight into your character's thoughts and development.
I say 18+ because while I won't explicitly seek out 'adult' content, there is the potential for it to come up in romance rps.
While romance typically doesn't have to be the main point of the RP, it is an important part of an RP for me. Right now, however, I am in the mood for something with heavy romance, and the rps I would like to recreate reflect that. I tend to be drawn to fantasy RPs - more 'traditional' ones rather than urban/modern fantasy.
->I'd rather RP over PMs, as it is easier for me to keep track of things.
->While I don't mind mature things, I'd rather not go into heavily detailed mature scenes. Making out, leading up to the 'main event' is fine, but then glossing over the rest or fade to black is my preference.* As the RPers, we might discuss what happens between the characters in the bedroom if we feel comfortable with it and if anything happens, but as I said, I'd rather not fully RP it out. As for language/violence, go for it, I have no problems with it.
*If I am comfortable RPing with you, this might change. Please be 18+.
-> I reply slowly, though I aim for once a week. It may be longer. I have a full time job, and RPing is a hobby that can't always get top priority. I will do my best to assure you I am still interested/around, even if I'm not doing much writing. Feel free to poke me.
-> To Show that you read these, please tell me your (or one of your) favorite book/author(s) in your PM to me.
-> If you need to drop/a break/what have you, please let me know.
->While I don't mind mature things, I'd rather not go into heavily detailed mature scenes. Making out, leading up to the 'main event' is fine, but then glossing over the rest or fade to black is my preference.* As the RPers, we might discuss what happens between the characters in the bedroom if we feel comfortable with it and if anything happens, but as I said, I'd rather not fully RP it out. As for language/violence, go for it, I have no problems with it.
*If I am comfortable RPing with you, this might change. Please be 18+.
-> I reply slowly, though I aim for once a week. It may be longer. I have a full time job, and RPing is a hobby that can't always get top priority. I will do my best to assure you I am still interested/around, even if I'm not doing much writing. Feel free to poke me.
-> To Show that you read these, please tell me your (or one of your) favorite book/author(s) in your PM to me.
-> If you need to drop/a break/what have you, please let me know.
The RPs
The Goblin King - ruler of dreams, of chaos, of beings of mischief. An Immortal Fae, one of many who rule the Underground.
A young woman, a champion of her kind. Her dreams are vivid and colorful, a bright spot in the land of dreams.
It is no surprise the king fell in love with her.
Once upon a time, two beings fell in love.
Character B is immortal and ageless, never dying, forever living. Character A is woefully mortal. When 'A' died, 'B's heart broke. But a few decades later, 'B' found another... and after their death, another. Each love so much like 'A' that 'B' couldn't help but love them. It took a century or two, and then 'B' realized... 'A' was being reincarnated.
Character A doesn’t remember their past lives, but Character B remembers each and every one. 'B' has loved 'A' in every past life, no matter what. They were made for each other. Each night that 'A' is alive, they visit each other in their dreams, however 'A' can't remember them upon waking... Until one day, after meeting 'B', Character A does.
- - - Side notes:
Character B does not strictly have to be 'immortal', but can be a very long lived race like an Elf or Fairy.
Just because 'B' is searching for 'A' doesn't mean they always find them.
This can be in a world where Soulmates are common or uncommon
I want this to lean slightly dark. Happy ending, but there's a good amount of angst.
If you want to play a sexy, dark, dreamy fae, this rp is for you.
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A young woman, a champion of her kind. Her dreams are vivid and colorful, a bright spot in the land of dreams.
It is no surprise the king fell in love with her.
Once upon a time, two beings fell in love.
Character B is immortal and ageless, never dying, forever living. Character A is woefully mortal. When 'A' died, 'B's heart broke. But a few decades later, 'B' found another... and after their death, another. Each love so much like 'A' that 'B' couldn't help but love them. It took a century or two, and then 'B' realized... 'A' was being reincarnated.
Character A doesn’t remember their past lives, but Character B remembers each and every one. 'B' has loved 'A' in every past life, no matter what. They were made for each other. Each night that 'A' is alive, they visit each other in their dreams, however 'A' can't remember them upon waking... Until one day, after meeting 'B', Character A does.
- - - Side notes:
Character B does not strictly have to be 'immortal', but can be a very long lived race like an Elf or Fairy.
Just because 'B' is searching for 'A' doesn't mean they always find them.
This can be in a world where Soulmates are common or uncommon
I want this to lean slightly dark. Happy ending, but there's a good amount of angst.
If you want to play a sexy, dark, dreamy fae, this rp is for you.
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'Character A's father, the king, made a deal with the Lord of the Underworld for power, wealth, or something else. In return the king is required to give up his firstborn daughter ('A') as a bride for the Devil's offspring (Character B). A mix of comedy and darkness. Shenanigans ensue.
Side notes:
Your character is the awesome demon.
Side notes:
Your character is the awesome demon.
Lately, the Elven kingdom has come under a furious assault from a recently empowered Human race and as a consequence have been pushed back to nearly their last stronghold. Desperate, the elves have resorted to calling upon a force which they've long abhorred: the Orcs. But even as they support Elven forces in the war to keep their lands, the Orcs begin to push for rights within the Elven kingdom. In a hasty bid to secure an alliance, the Prince of the Elves promises a cousin of the Elven throne being bargained off in a political marriage to a prominent Orcish Warchief to secure his cooperation.
Side notes:
In this story, Orcs are interested in social equality. The Elves have much: magic, arts, fertile lands. The Orcs have been pushed to the fringe. There is bad blood there. But the humans winning the war would be bad for both races. The enemy of my enemy is my friend...right?
Your character is a powerful Orcish Warchief, mighty and strong.
Side notes:
In this story, Orcs are interested in social equality. The Elves have much: magic, arts, fertile lands. The Orcs have been pushed to the fringe. There is bad blood there. But the humans winning the war would be bad for both races. The enemy of my enemy is my friend...right?
Your character is a powerful Orcish Warchief, mighty and strong.
Anyway, if interested, send me a pm!!
(And if you are an old partner who wants to start an rp up again... just let me know!)
Kella grit her teeth as she marched along, hearing the man follow behind her. The way he spoke of the king rubbed her the wrong way. Who was he to speak of the king so? And what did he know of her mission? He was so infuriating! Why he couldn't have just left her alone, she didn't know. But he followed her - and forced her to walk, damn him, as she would not mount in front of him in this condition - and so Kella's mood soured with each footstep. She did not talk to him, or give him any indication that she wanted his company. Or that she didn't want it. Kella steadfastly ignored him as the sun slipped lower and lower on the horizon. Had she not lost time by being forced to walk, she would have made it to town and an inn. But no. Kella sniffed. She was going to have to camp out in the open, now, and it was this man's fault.
She stiffened as he drew nearer, telling her she should rest. As he was done with his little speech, she sniffed. "I doubt you are morally obligated to do anything. And you do not know me - do not act as if you know what I can bear." She tossed her head, sending her hair fluttering, the red color of it taking on a deep, fiery tone in the dying light of day. Her gait was shortened, the movement of her injured leg stiff. Kella knew she had reached her limit, or near it, but there was no way that she would admit it to this insufferable man.
She leaned on her mount, hoping he would not notice. Notice, and then force her to rest. As if she couldn't take care of herself! Starlight tossed her head and let out a snort, seemingly not liking this from her mistress. Kella frowned. Now even her mount was telling her it was time to rest! How entirely frustrating. She ignored the fact and strode onwards... until her injured leg finally gave out, not ten steps further. She let out a colorful swear as her knees buckled and hit the ground, dust and dirt scattering up around her.
- - - - - -
It was an honor, they said.
With her hair plastered to her face from the quick summer storm that had raced through the countryside a half hour before, Astrid let out a cry of anger. She could do without this so-called honor. Last night, she had went to bed dreaming sweet dreams and planning her dress for the harvest festival. This morning, she had eaten her porridge not even realizing it was to be her last meal. Then everyone had been called to the town square, and the mayor had said the dragon had demanded a sacrifice of a maiden to keep away from the town and its farms.
Astrid wanted to spit at the thought of the sniveling mayor, with his portly stomach and his pasty face, but she had not had anything to drink since noon, and her mouth was dry. She leaned against the roughly made stake that she was tied to, every inch of her body aching. How did the mayor know what the dragon demanded? Did the mayor speak dragon-ese? The thought of the mayor knowing what the dragon wanted was laughable, if Astrid felt like laughing. More than likely, they had no idea what was going on, and the dragon would just eat her then turn on the town. After all, the mayor had so much more meat on his bones than Astrid did. Perhaps she should make a point to tell the dragon that.
The light was slowly creeping away, and Astrid stared up at the sky. Maybe the dragon would eat her quickly, and she wouldn't even notice she had died. The girl – not so much of a girl but rather a maiden just over the cusp of womanhood, seventeen and dreamy-eyed, though those eyes were now empty of dreams – swallowed. Maybe dragons were like cats, and played with their food. What a horrible notion.
- - - -
Amaya laughed, skipping away from one of her suitors. "I don't think I gave you permission to touch me quite there, Johnathan. For shame- you didn't even ask me to the dance tomorrow night." She faked a pout, "And I had so wanted to dance with you too."
The sun shone brightly with the golden light of the harvest time, washing everything with a gentle warmth. A cool breeze swept through the town, carrying with it the promise of winter. It ruffled the skirt of her dress, and tugged at her hair as it passed by them. The sounds of preparation for the big night drifted through on the wind as well, along with the murmur of of merchants selling their goods, the chatter of the excited townsfolk... Amaya loved the harvest festival.
She blew a kiss at the youth before her. "I must be off. Try and find me at the dance tomorrow night... If you're lucky, I'll still have a dance left for such a lovely boy as yourself!" She picked up her lute that she had set to the side when she had met up with the boy and decided a little kissing in an alcove never hurt anyone. But she was about to be late, and she had promised that she would play in the square for a while... and if it happened that the merchants were a bit more free with their wares, so be it.
She near danced into the town square, almost as lithe on her feet as dancer. She spun, a smile on her lips as she started to play a tune, her fingers merrily skipping over the strings of the lute.
She stiffened as he drew nearer, telling her she should rest. As he was done with his little speech, she sniffed. "I doubt you are morally obligated to do anything. And you do not know me - do not act as if you know what I can bear." She tossed her head, sending her hair fluttering, the red color of it taking on a deep, fiery tone in the dying light of day. Her gait was shortened, the movement of her injured leg stiff. Kella knew she had reached her limit, or near it, but there was no way that she would admit it to this insufferable man.
She leaned on her mount, hoping he would not notice. Notice, and then force her to rest. As if she couldn't take care of herself! Starlight tossed her head and let out a snort, seemingly not liking this from her mistress. Kella frowned. Now even her mount was telling her it was time to rest! How entirely frustrating. She ignored the fact and strode onwards... until her injured leg finally gave out, not ten steps further. She let out a colorful swear as her knees buckled and hit the ground, dust and dirt scattering up around her.
- - - - - -
It was an honor, they said.
With her hair plastered to her face from the quick summer storm that had raced through the countryside a half hour before, Astrid let out a cry of anger. She could do without this so-called honor. Last night, she had went to bed dreaming sweet dreams and planning her dress for the harvest festival. This morning, she had eaten her porridge not even realizing it was to be her last meal. Then everyone had been called to the town square, and the mayor had said the dragon had demanded a sacrifice of a maiden to keep away from the town and its farms.
Astrid wanted to spit at the thought of the sniveling mayor, with his portly stomach and his pasty face, but she had not had anything to drink since noon, and her mouth was dry. She leaned against the roughly made stake that she was tied to, every inch of her body aching. How did the mayor know what the dragon demanded? Did the mayor speak dragon-ese? The thought of the mayor knowing what the dragon wanted was laughable, if Astrid felt like laughing. More than likely, they had no idea what was going on, and the dragon would just eat her then turn on the town. After all, the mayor had so much more meat on his bones than Astrid did. Perhaps she should make a point to tell the dragon that.
The light was slowly creeping away, and Astrid stared up at the sky. Maybe the dragon would eat her quickly, and she wouldn't even notice she had died. The girl – not so much of a girl but rather a maiden just over the cusp of womanhood, seventeen and dreamy-eyed, though those eyes were now empty of dreams – swallowed. Maybe dragons were like cats, and played with their food. What a horrible notion.
- - - -
Amaya laughed, skipping away from one of her suitors. "I don't think I gave you permission to touch me quite there, Johnathan. For shame- you didn't even ask me to the dance tomorrow night." She faked a pout, "And I had so wanted to dance with you too."
The sun shone brightly with the golden light of the harvest time, washing everything with a gentle warmth. A cool breeze swept through the town, carrying with it the promise of winter. It ruffled the skirt of her dress, and tugged at her hair as it passed by them. The sounds of preparation for the big night drifted through on the wind as well, along with the murmur of of merchants selling their goods, the chatter of the excited townsfolk... Amaya loved the harvest festival.
She blew a kiss at the youth before her. "I must be off. Try and find me at the dance tomorrow night... If you're lucky, I'll still have a dance left for such a lovely boy as yourself!" She picked up her lute that she had set to the side when she had met up with the boy and decided a little kissing in an alcove never hurt anyone. But she was about to be late, and she had promised that she would play in the square for a while... and if it happened that the merchants were a bit more free with their wares, so be it.
She near danced into the town square, almost as lithe on her feet as dancer. She spun, a smile on her lips as she started to play a tune, her fingers merrily skipping over the strings of the lute.