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semp's interest check (updated 11/27)

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semp's interest check (updated 11/27)

_{semp's one x one search thread}

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_welcome

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Welcome to my search thread! I'll keep the awkward intro part of the thread short and sweet, and just jump into what I'm looking for. I'm taking a break from school right now, so I've got a lot more time on my hands now. Please be patient with me and my writing while I shake off the dust :) All 1x1's will be written in PMs. Anyone interested should feel free to shoot me a PM. I don't bite... hard.

_length

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As far as post length goes, I'm pretty flexible. All I ask is for a minimum of two paragraphs with something substantial enough to work off of. That being said, I am capable of writing posts with character counts in the thousands. I love world-building, character development, and multi-dimensional characters.
tldr; 2+ paragraphs. Casual - Advanced.

_frequency

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One post a week will be enough to keep me happy. Most of the time, I can reply daily or every other day. However, my activity revolves around my family and pets, work, and whatever else I've got going on IRL (too much!!) If I don't reply for over a week, feel free to poke me. Posting more than once a week isn't expected, but greatly appreciated. If you need to drop or pause our plot for any reason, let me know!
tldr; 1 post per week minimum.

_{mature themes}

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I love love love mature themes. I'll be open with you about themes I do and don't want in the plot, and so should you! Writing is only fun if both of us are enjoying it.

_{character preferences}

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I can be flexible with gender and orientation. I don't play with or against canon characters.

_discord

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Although not a dealbreaker, having discord is nice. I think it's the easiest way to quickly plot and communicate, especially since I'm able to check there more often than here. Also, feel free to let me know on there if you've replied, it'll help me see it quicker.

_romance

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I understand that a lot of people like romance in their plots, which is fine by me as long as there is smooth character development.

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_plots

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If you've made it through all that, kudos and thanks :) let's get into the fun part!
• Cravings are italicized.
• I'm not big on duplicate plots. Most of the time I'll close a plot after I've had enough inquiries, but some times I get more requests than I need before I get the chance to remove the plot. Just as a heads up, if I decline duplicates it's nothing personal!
• Guidelines written in "*" indicate my preference, but are negotiable.

_{halloween shape shifter}
Modern Fantasy | Pairing: MxM, MxF | YC: Any | Mature Themes: Intimacy

Plot

It's a typical Halloween bash at Muse A's house. Every year, A hosts a blowout party to kick off the Fall holiday season. There's booze, music, and over-the-top costumes, as every good Halloween party should have. However, this year, the party has an... imposter.

Muse B recently moved into town, forced out of their last after their desperate attempts to guise their true identity failed. But tonight presents an opportunity the ostracized Muse B can't resist. The opportunity to mix with peers their age at a party where the objective is to drink until you drop.

Thinking the beer goggles and costume excuse will be enough to unload their burden for the day, Muse B attends Muse A's party. Things don't go according to plan, and with another stroke of poor luck, Muse B's identity is uncovered. This time, instead of disgust or fear, Muse B finds the eclectic Muse A is fascinated by his supernatural species and agrees not to expose them.

_{the princess and the lionheart}
Medieval + Fantasy | Pairing: MxF | YC: The Princess | Mature Themes: Intimacy, Violence, Angst

Plot

King Carlisle's daughter is nothing short of a force to be reckoned with. As strong-willed, sharp tongued, and mischievous as she is gorgeous and alluring, the King has kept a loose grip on the handful that is the princess. Taking her resistance to authority and inclination for finding trouble in his stride had been almost easy, up until now.

Arranged marriage was never the route the King envisioned for his daughter, knowing she'd never entertain the idea. However, Carlisle's neighboring kingdom and main commerce partner, the Kingdom of Forbia requested a marriage between their crown prince and Carlisle's daughter. Ultimately, the courtship did not pan out, and the alliance between Forbia and Carlisle is now dangerously rocky. Enough so for the king to question the safety of the princess.

The princess now has a ball and chain attached to her leg, one she's never experienced before. Knowing all too well his powerlessness to stop the princess' escapades but needing to ensure her protection, the king assigned his most trusted knight to her side. He's the opposite of her idea of fun, completely calculated, straight edged, and self-disciplined, and she's sure the lustrous exterior he puts on for everyone is a facade for an equally as ugly core. She's certainly not the most rewarding or enjoyable of his assignments, he's best at keeping his mouth shut and following orders.

It starts out harmless enough, the princess trying to see just how much he can take before dropping his goody two shoes front. Pushing him out of his comfort zone. 'Accidental' touches or glimpses. Easily explained away attempts at seduction. The princess knows she's protected by her status over him, and he's bound to inaction by his subordination. However, it seems the knight's supposed facade reaches to the horizon, because the knight never reacts how she expects him to, and never once indulges her advances.

It seems unresponsiveness only emboldens the princess, as she slowly tries harder and harder to get any sort of response from the bland knight. Her actions become more and more risque, her escapades more dangerous and spontaneous. The knight's nothing like she's ever experienced before, submissive but not groveling, and seemingly unswayed by her charms.

However, the knight's got his hands full. The princess is a breath of fresh air in his devoted lifestyle, and every so often there's just a shimmer of a nurturing from the princess, a feeling the knight is uncomfortably unfamiliar with. While her unexpected attempts at cracking his exterior are obstacle enough, it's the little things she does that the knight finds himself truly struggling to ignore.

What To Expect

• I have a lot of lore / world building for this plot, but I'm glad to change it as we'd like.
• Level should be advanced, with longer posts.
• If you don't want to play an assertive, forward female lead, then this plot probably isn't for you.

_metropolis
Futuristic | Pairing: MxM, MxF, or None (Negotiable, but strongly preferred) | YC: Any | Mature Themes: Intimacy, Violence, Language, Angst

Plot

Oh so foreseeably, inaction against overpopulation resulted in World War III, the war to finally end all wars. Each nation took a desperate last stand for resources and complete independency, ravaging each other and the land. Now all that lies behind are desolate wastelands and weakened empires that have managed to adapt to the new order of the world.

Almost a hundred years after WWIII, the Metropolis is one of the largest cities remaining, if you can even call it that. Formed in an attempt to find safety in numbers, several cities joined together to create the Metropolis. Five hundred square miles protected from raiders and hostile neighbors by concrete walls, the city that once united for survival is now its own greatest enemy. Wealth gaps have allowed those in power to stomp down the masses in pursuit of their own interests. For almost thirty years, the city has been divided into three circles. Inside the Inner Circle the one percent of the one percent live in luxury and comfort, leaving the impoverished masses of the Metropolis' population in the Outer Circle. Those who don't fall into one category or another reside in the Center Circle, away from the red light district-esque Outer Circle, but not always safe from its frequent raider attacks.

Enter Muse A, living every Metropolian's dream. Born in the Outer Circle, Muse A clawed their way to the top of the social ladder with only one goal in mind: to tear down every wealthy socialite that led to his family's fall, and then some. They now spend their days surrounded by people the wholly hate, covertly plotting their downfall. Patience is a virtue, and Muse A has plenty.

Their meeting with Muse B is by chance, in a shady bar at the outskirts of the Outer Circle. Muse B is a vigilante struggling to keep his head above water, and perhaps the only person who can match or even challenge Muse A's hate for the selfish wealthy. Though Muse A isn't a big name like some in the Inner Circle, Muse B's lived in the Outer Circle their whole life, and knows Muse A is out of their place. Muse B wasn't planning on murder that night, but they supposed they didn't have anything better to do.

Behind the bar, Muse A and B fight. Muse B realizes that there's more to Muse A than they realize, and Muse A sees that Muse B isn't just another self-defeating Metropolian. They may not know just how much they have in common, but they have a similar goal, and it's enough to keep them from killing each other just yet.

What To Expect

• Intimate scenes with NPC's (at least with my character, unless the two become exclusive)
• I can't really see romance in this one as much as I do intimacy, but if the two click then I'm not opposed to it.
• Generally, this will be very gritty and dark, make sure the above themes are ok as they will be very prominent.
• This plot will be advanced, meaning world building, character development, in depth character sheets, etc. However, longer post count is appreciated although not required.
• You should expect for our characters to be flawed and with an interesting take on morals.
• Characters should be in their mid to high twenties.

If you don't see anything you like, feel free to PM me and we can plot together!

_{genres and settings}

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Specific cravings are in pink.

Hider

• Modern
• Fantasy
• Contemporary Fantasy
• Crime
• Slice of Life
• Supernatural/Magic
• Magical Realism
• Superheroes
• Romance
• Urban
• angst
• Drug / Substance Abuse

Semp's On The Hunt... Again (Updated 8/10)

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

^{» Time: « Early Afternoon
» Place: « The Coffee Pot
» Interactions: « @MsMorningstar}

"Wait, really?" Ty couldn't stop the huge grin that split his features, even if he wanted to. The young man bounced on the balls of his feet, not unlike an elated child. "I didn't think that would work." He let her lead the way to their table, grabbing his drink and his bagel.

"Tiberius, but you can feel free to trim it to Ty. It's too pompous, especially for me, anyways." He wasted no time digging into his breakfast, realizing just how much he'd been missing calories that had any kind of nutritional value in the past few days. His tea was still steaming, and although it didn't nearly have as much caffeine as he could get from a Roaring Twenties, but he figured he could use the detox. To be honest, Ty probably wouldn't be surprised if one day he woke up with super powers right out of a teen flick, all thanks to whatever was in those drinks.

"I get you easily could've lied about your favorite drink, or not even followed through on the bet, so thanks for not doing that." Ty's smile was bashful as he chewed on his straw. "I'd imagine your idea of a good lunch break probably isn't dealing with some extravagant customer. Gosh, you probably think I'm a creep. Or one of those guys that hits on anything that looks in their general direction. I swear I'm not. A creep, or hitting on you." Ty shook his head quickly as he clarified, laughing a little. "Just a little too friendly for my own good, I think."

Seemingly unsatisfied with the amount of sugar already in his drink, Ty grabbed two more packs of sugar from the table caddy and dumped them into his tea. He stirred the drink with his chewed on straw, sighing contentedly as he drank it. He couldn't help but laugh at Lizette's speculation. Believe it or not, he didn't normally make bets with his servers. "I actually just moved here, like just this week. My apartment is just down the street from here, and seeing as I can only stand my own mediocre cooking for so long, I think I'll probably be here often. I figured it couldn't hurt to try making some friends and getting to know people around here. It'd be nice to have some familiar faces around here."

Semp's On The Hunt... Again (Updated 8/10)

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Semp's On The Hunt... Again (Updated 8/10)

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

^{» Time: « Early Afternoon
» Place: « Apartment
» Interactions: « None}

If it weren't for the knock at the door, Ty probably would've spent the rest of the day painting. Several empty cans of Roaring Twenties were discarded haphazardly around his feet and the wooden stool he sat on. It seemed all rational thought had abandoned his mind for what... the past seven hours? Had it really been that long since he'd set a fresh canvas on his easel? He hadn't thought he'd been painting for that long. With a sigh, Ty peeled himself away from his still unfinished painting, stretching his limbs with various protesting cracks from his joints.

He'd finally finished moving in only two days ago, and exhausted as he was, the skyline of Sol City was just too tempting not to paint. But, he really hadn't expected he'd have gotten so lost in his paints for so long. It was a good thing whatever visitor had dropped by had distracted him just long enough to come out of his mental state of hermitage. Ty wasn't sure he was expecting visitors, though, last time he checked.

The person on the other side of his door was not, in fact, a visitor. It was a rather confused delivery man, holding what seemed to be five crates of Rebellion Energy Drinks.

"Are you uh..." The man peered at the label on one of the packages. "Tiberius Devine?" His words were skeptical, as if he thought he didn't actually exist.

"In the flesh!" Ty aimed a goofy, bashful grin at the postman, looking down at the crates at his feet."Oh sweet! My reds!"

"I'm gonna need a signature for these. The order amount was indicative of a business, but the address was to a residence. Boss man wasn't sure whether it was a commercial delivery or not, so we're just playing it safe. Either way, would hate to leave this much money on an unattended doorstep, in the form of energy drinks or not." He peered around Ty subtly, as if expecting a horde of college students trying to extend their cramming sessions with the help of energy drinks. But no, it was just Ty and his insatiable taste for caffeine and corn syrup. The postman eyed Ty suspiciously, like he expected him to have a secret nutcase side.

"Nah man, no business here. Just figured with the sheer amount of these I drink it's worth buying in bulk. Cheaper that way, y'know?" Ty took the pen from the man's hand and scribbled a signature, before grabbing a couple of crates in his arm and pushing the rest of them through the doorway with his foot. "Thanks for dropping by."

Ty's stomach growled, suddenly hungry despite not making a sound in the past twelve hours. When was the last time Ty had had a meal? For the past couple of days he'd indulged the 'screw it' mentality and had nothing but granola bars and energy drinks to keep him going. He could probably keep it up for another day, but at some point he'd have to go out. Better now than later, he supposed.

^{» Time: « Early Afternoon
» Place: « The Coffee Pot
» Interactions: « @MsMorningstar}

It was warmer than expected, especially in winter. With any luck, Ty hoped, warmer weather would come soon. No matter what he did, he was always cold. Even in summer, in a long sleeved dress shirt and slacks he didn't feel too uncomfortably warm. Inside The Coffee Pot was even warmer, and paired with the smell of coffee and pastries it was heavenly. The line was considerable, seeing as it was peak brunch hours.

Ty glanced at the menu, trying to peer around the shoulder of the annoyingly tall man situated directly in front of him. He didn't often wish he were taller, but he'd rather not flounder to figure out what he wanted to order right at the register. He couldn't see the menu without stepping out of line, and even though he was near the tail end, he didn't want to lose his spot.

By the time he got to the register, he'd only had a couple of seconds to look at the menu, the man in front of him finally out of his way. Shoot. This was exactly what he hadn't wanted to happen. Trying to buy some time he did a once over of the cashier, trying to see what he was working with. She had dark curly hair, and black rimmed glasses. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by another cashier apparently coming to take over her shift while she took lunch break. Was this perfect timing or what? In Ty's book, it was never too early to make friends, and it seemed like The Coffee Pot would become one of his frequent haunts, seeing as it was only a short walk from his complex. It'd be nice to see a familiar face in the morning.

"How do you feel about bets?" His punctuating grin was childish, almost hopeful. "If I can guess you favorite drink on the menu, how about you take your lunch break with me? If not, you get a ten dollar tip?" He eyed the menu, glad he had some time to figure out what he wanted, instead of looking like a moron. Honestly, he had no clue what kind of drink she'd like. Maybe the one that sounded the most popular? When he figured out what he wanted to order he directed his gaze back to the cashier.

"I'm thinking caramel frappe. If I'm right, I'll have a caffeinated black assam tea with half and half and brown sugar, a bagel breakfast sandwich, and a caramel frappe. And if I'm wrong, I accept my defeat and I'll have the same order, except replace the frappe with a ten dollar tip on the charge. Am I right, or am I right?" He laughed at nothing in particular, clearly not taking himself too seriously.