Zach slowly lost track of what the priest was saying as he followed sucking his fingers with taking of his collar before washing up right at the kitchen sink. If this were anyone else he would expect he was doing it on purpose, but from what he had gleaned from some of the other street kids, this particular priest had never tried to take advantage of his position. He knew for a fact that some of the girls and some boys as well wouldn't have minded if he'd shown some hint of interest. As his eyes followed several droplets of water clinging to his lashes or running down the line of his throat, Zach had no problems understanding why.
Of course for him it was a matter of nature, and he was again reminded that the last few weeks had been slim pickings for him. If not in quantity, then at least very much so in quality. Still, there was no need or indeed opportunity to rush this one, so he kept his staring to a minimum.
"I'm not little, " he said, snapping out of it when he heard the last couple of words. "Why do you keep saying that? " There was only a slightly sullen hint to his words. He pled his own plate under the priest's, making everything into a neat bundle. "I don't think anyone on the street had much of an opportunity to stay 'little', and trying to ignore that doesn't help anyone. "
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Looking for queer-minded writing partners
Hey there everyone, you can call me Em. I'm a 32 year old Dutchie who's been writing roleplays for well over 15 years now. If you see anything you like, please send me a PM!
What am I looking for?
- like the title says, I would love to write some queer stories. I really enjoy a good FxF story, but I'm also definitely up for some gender fuckery or off-the-binary kind of characters. I can also do MxM, but it doesn't have my preference at the moment.
- I used the word 'queer' for a reason. Give me characters that are real, characters that have bodies like people have and that do not necessarily follow the 21st century 'sexy' aesthetic. Characters that push boundaries and play with personal presentation and who fit in the setting we're writing in. Give me women who are fat, buff, hairy, disabled or anything else from the host of things that women aren't 'supposed' to be. Give me characters that push the boundaries of gender, or perhaps characters that are inhuman in ways that make the whole concept of gender a moot point to begin with. Give me something queer to play with.
- Along that line of thought: I like exploring the unusual, the strange, grotesque and ugly, and find the beauty and strength that lies within that. Let's take some risks and see where we end up.
- Romance is not a must, and within romantic-type pairings smutty stuff is not a must. I don't usually like to fade to black, but if we click well on other fronts I'm definitely willing to discuss it. I would absolutely be willing to do a more smut-heavy story as well, as long as the characters and plot work well. I might be up for kinky type shit as well, but it wholly depends on the details. Don't be afraid to ask!
- Please be over 18 at the very least.
- I prefer to RP over PM.
What can I offer?
- My posting speed varies, but it usually varies between once a day and once a week.
- I write at least 2-4 paragraphs, and would ask the same from you. One-liners kill my interest in a story fast.
- I love working together on plots and world building, whether it is adapting a setting or coming up with something new entirely.
- I'm totally up for exploring strange and unusual ideas. Let's get creative!
- I'll let you know if I lose interest, and I welcome hearing from you as well. That said, I don't mind it if you ever accidentally drift away. If you ever feel like picking it back up, just jump back in- no explanation necessary!
Plot ideas
(italicised is my (negotiable) character preference)
- Phantom of the opera inspired, Female PhantomxChristine
- MermaidxStranded Pirate
- Trained attack 'dog' werewolf X person who steals/saves her
- Beauty and the Beast inspired
- Jurrasic World inspired with female Owen
- Anything with werewolves, really
- Shifters being used as pit fighters
- Mage accidentally getting stuck with a summoned succubus
- lab experiment escapes with help of fellow experiment/janitor/remorseful scientist
- Something venom/symbiote inspired? Perhaps something with original characters/setting or
If you have something else you think I might like, I'd love to hear about it!
Hey there everyone, you can call me Em. I'm a 32 year old Dutchie who's been writing roleplays for well over 15 years now. If you see anything you like, please send me a PM!
What am I looking for?
- like the title says, I would love to write some queer stories. I really enjoy a good FxF story, but I'm also definitely up for some gender fuckery or off-the-binary kind of characters. I can also do MxM, but it doesn't have my preference at the moment.
- I used the word 'queer' for a reason. Give me characters that are real, characters that have bodies like people have and that do not necessarily follow the 21st century 'sexy' aesthetic. Characters that push boundaries and play with personal presentation and who fit in the setting we're writing in. Give me women who are fat, buff, hairy, disabled or anything else from the host of things that women aren't 'supposed' to be. Give me characters that push the boundaries of gender, or perhaps characters that are inhuman in ways that make the whole concept of gender a moot point to begin with. Give me something queer to play with.
- Along that line of thought: I like exploring the unusual, the strange, grotesque and ugly, and find the beauty and strength that lies within that. Let's take some risks and see where we end up.
- Romance is not a must, and within romantic-type pairings smutty stuff is not a must. I don't usually like to fade to black, but if we click well on other fronts I'm definitely willing to discuss it. I would absolutely be willing to do a more smut-heavy story as well, as long as the characters and plot work well. I might be up for kinky type shit as well, but it wholly depends on the details. Don't be afraid to ask!
- Please be over 18 at the very least.
- I prefer to RP over PM.
What can I offer?
- My posting speed varies, but it usually varies between once a day and once a week.
- I write at least 2-4 paragraphs, and would ask the same from you. One-liners kill my interest in a story fast.
- I love working together on plots and world building, whether it is adapting a setting or coming up with something new entirely.
- I'm totally up for exploring strange and unusual ideas. Let's get creative!
- I'll let you know if I lose interest, and I welcome hearing from you as well. That said, I don't mind it if you ever accidentally drift away. If you ever feel like picking it back up, just jump back in- no explanation necessary!
Plot ideas
(italicised is my (negotiable) character preference)
- Phantom of the opera inspired, Female PhantomxChristine
- MermaidxStranded Pirate
- Trained attack 'dog' werewolf X person who steals/saves her
- Beauty and the Beast inspired
- Jurrasic World inspired with female Owen
- Anything with werewolves, really
- Shifters being used as pit fighters
- Mage accidentally getting stuck with a summoned succubus
- lab experiment escapes with help of fellow experiment/janitor/remorseful scientist
- Something venom/symbiote inspired? Perhaps something with original characters/setting or
If you have something else you think I might like, I'd love to hear about it!
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Autharyx' smile slowly droped when it became clear that something was bothering his host. At first he thought that he must have interrupted a private moment after all, but the half-breed's comment made him suspect it was about his clothes. As Viltez looked away, he quickly looked down to check if he had somehow put the garment on wrong. Viltez had been the one to give it to him, so the garment itself couldn't be the issue, could it?
He'd known humans were very peculiar apt which parts of the body were acceptable and which weren't, but as far as he could tell the most impolite parts were covered. Still, 'I'm not judging' implied that there was something that should be judged, so he told himself that he would strive to be more careful in the future.
"I did not want to rifle through your stuff uninvited, " he said by manner of explanation, leaving out the part where he'd really wanted to, but decided not to four politeness' sake. "It would be nice to wait with you. I am not cold, " he added hesitantly in case Viltez was actually worried about that. He noticed the man's face had coloured up again, and tiled his head slightly as he tried to figure out what that could mean. He'd done that yesterday, when his touch seemed to have made him uncomfortable. Did it mean he would rather Autharyx headed back inside?
"Um, or I could head back in, if you'd prefer? " Autharyx didn't quite like the tentative edge to his voice, but he couldn't really keep it out.
He'd known humans were very peculiar apt which parts of the body were acceptable and which weren't, but as far as he could tell the most impolite parts were covered. Still, 'I'm not judging' implied that there was something that should be judged, so he told himself that he would strive to be more careful in the future.
"I did not want to rifle through your stuff uninvited, " he said by manner of explanation, leaving out the part where he'd really wanted to, but decided not to four politeness' sake. "It would be nice to wait with you. I am not cold, " he added hesitantly in case Viltez was actually worried about that. He noticed the man's face had coloured up again, and tiled his head slightly as he tried to figure out what that could mean. He'd done that yesterday, when his touch seemed to have made him uncomfortable. Did it mean he would rather Autharyx headed back inside?
"Um, or I could head back in, if you'd prefer? " Autharyx didn't quite like the tentative edge to his voice, but he couldn't really keep it out.
eheheh, poor dragon has no idea what he keeps doing wrong to get Viltez flustered. :p I should be paying attention to lectures now, but this is just too tempting.
What else would he do? 😇
It didn't take Autharyx very long to locate Viltez, and he made his way to the front door. He wasn't sure of the protocol, but he figured that saying 'good morning' would be a good start. The half-breed seemed to be an impeccable host, and Autharyx was sure that it would be his best bet to just follow the man's suggestions to appear as human as possible.
When he opened the door, his host was turned towards the rising sun, head tilted back to feel the warning rays on his face. Autharyx was just in time to catch the murmur aimed at the heavenly body travelling the air. It was enough to shake the last of his sleepiness away, and he watched Viltez intently, even though he realised that he should probably announce himself.
It was just... He'd almost forgotten what it was like to have mortals properly appreciate the wonders and parts of the world, and Viltez seemed to do it so effortlessly. It reminded him of the priests and priestesses that had tended his shrine so long ago. He honestly hadn't had all that much to do with them, but he hadn't realised how much he'd appreciated them until they'd been long gone. Now he couldn't help but imagine what Viltez would say of his home, his lake or even the play of sun on his scales.
He shook of the inappropriate sense of possessiveness that threatened to creep up on him. Just because he'd found an interesting mortal didn't mean he should think of him as something he could scoop up and store away with the rest of his treasures. He could satisfy whatever curiosity he had the human way, by interacting like a proper mortal would. After all, this was Viltez' world and he would play by his rules.
"Good morning," he eventually said, doing his best to keep the intensity of of his eyes as well as his voice.
When he opened the door, his host was turned towards the rising sun, head tilted back to feel the warning rays on his face. Autharyx was just in time to catch the murmur aimed at the heavenly body travelling the air. It was enough to shake the last of his sleepiness away, and he watched Viltez intently, even though he realised that he should probably announce himself.
It was just... He'd almost forgotten what it was like to have mortals properly appreciate the wonders and parts of the world, and Viltez seemed to do it so effortlessly. It reminded him of the priests and priestesses that had tended his shrine so long ago. He honestly hadn't had all that much to do with them, but he hadn't realised how much he'd appreciated them until they'd been long gone. Now he couldn't help but imagine what Viltez would say of his home, his lake or even the play of sun on his scales.
He shook of the inappropriate sense of possessiveness that threatened to creep up on him. Just because he'd found an interesting mortal didn't mean he should think of him as something he could scoop up and store away with the rest of his treasures. He could satisfy whatever curiosity he had the human way, by interacting like a proper mortal would. After all, this was Viltez' world and he would play by his rules.
"Good morning," he eventually said, doing his best to keep the intensity of of his eyes as well as his voice.
Zach could feel the priest's attention on him, even as his eyes seemed to miss him. He had to hide a smile, keeping an earnest face as he listened to the man speak. He was good. He had all the hallmarks of an experienced manipulator, only he seemed to be using his skills to help people rather than serving his own interests. Or perhaps he got a kick out of feeling like he did the right thing? He didn't seem quite as smug as Zach knew some of the clergy to be, but then he hadn't interacted with him all that long. It didn't matter. He had time enough to figure him out, whether it be in the proper world or in dreams.
When the priest started his impassioned speech, he met his gaze for a few moments before darting away with a self-conscious expression. He poked at his food thoughtfully, even after the man had stopped talking.
"It's okay, I'm not insulted or anything," he eventually said at his plate. "I... I appreciate the gesture, really, and I could use some time to heal up... Just..." he poked at his food a bit more before hesitantly looking up at the priest again. "You can't keep everyone safe, you know? And I know I owe you and all, but I don't want you to get into trouble on my account. There are plenty of better people out there, best to spend your energy where you can make a difference, right?" He let a self-deprecating tone slip into his voice again as he went back to picking at his food.
When the priest started his impassioned speech, he met his gaze for a few moments before darting away with a self-conscious expression. He poked at his food thoughtfully, even after the man had stopped talking.
"It's okay, I'm not insulted or anything," he eventually said at his plate. "I... I appreciate the gesture, really, and I could use some time to heal up... Just..." he poked at his food a bit more before hesitantly looking up at the priest again. "You can't keep everyone safe, you know? And I know I owe you and all, but I don't want you to get into trouble on my account. There are plenty of better people out there, best to spend your energy where you can make a difference, right?" He let a self-deprecating tone slip into his voice again as he went back to picking at his food.
As he followed his host into the bedroom, Autharyx was aware that some awkwardness had returned, even though he didn't know where it stemmed from. To be safe, he just nodded at Viltez' comments as he explained the conditions for his stay. If he had any doubts whether Autharyx would comply with his terms, he would do what he could to dispel them.
"I will leave the clothes outside," he said, smiling slightly to show his willingness to cooperate. "A good night to you as well." When the other had left the room, Autharyx finally took the time to take a look around. It was much like he'd expected: small and modest as the rest of the house seemed to be, with nary a trophy in sight. Of course he could snoop around a little in the chest and shelves, but that would be the height of discourtesy. The half-breed had done nothing to warrant a display of disrespect from his side, so he just focused on getting ready for the night.
He peeled off his clothes slowly, mindful of the fastenings as he fiddled with them. His clothes might not be as good as he would have liked them to be, but they were all he had until he had an opportunity to get better ones. Using the clothes on the shelves for an example, he even managed to gather them into a sort of tidy pile before leaving them in front of the door. He could hear Viltez getting ready for sleep in the living room, so he closed the door again to do the same. After some deliberation he decided to take out the beads and stoned he'd woven into his hair, storing his treasured in the same bag that kept his comb before twisting his hair into a loose braid again.
If he'd ever bothered to think about sleep before, it had been as something that mortals just 'did', much in the same way as he would rest when he was in his true form. Just having a mortal body, however, did not seem to be sufficient to master the activity. He'd started out in the tunic Viltez had left him, but it had ended up beside the bed when it kept twisting around him as he tossed and turned in the bed. After deciding that he was going to sleep, he'd spent what felt like an unreasonable long time being very much awake, flickers of thought skimming across his consciousness like shiny mayflies- enough to catch the attention, but otherwise unsubstantial. He was also getting increasingly aware of every point of contact between him and the blankets across him, but when he kicked them down the air chilled his skin until he had to pull them up again. It was only when he'd resigned himself to a life without sleep, that he closed and opened his eyes to find the sky outside lighting up.
He blinked awake slowly, disorientated by the feeling of lost time, but he had to admit he did feel better, if a little groggy. The room had warmed up, so he pushed the blankets aside so he could stretch out in the sunlight for a bit. The bed was a bit of a mess from all his tossing and turning, and he straightened it best he could before picking the tunic from the floor and pulling it over his head. His braid was starting to get a bit loose, but as long as he was still chasing the sleepiness from his braid he couldn't really bring himself to care. Even so, now that he was awake he didn't feel like keeping still, so he opened the door to see whether Viltez was awake yet.
"I will leave the clothes outside," he said, smiling slightly to show his willingness to cooperate. "A good night to you as well." When the other had left the room, Autharyx finally took the time to take a look around. It was much like he'd expected: small and modest as the rest of the house seemed to be, with nary a trophy in sight. Of course he could snoop around a little in the chest and shelves, but that would be the height of discourtesy. The half-breed had done nothing to warrant a display of disrespect from his side, so he just focused on getting ready for the night.
He peeled off his clothes slowly, mindful of the fastenings as he fiddled with them. His clothes might not be as good as he would have liked them to be, but they were all he had until he had an opportunity to get better ones. Using the clothes on the shelves for an example, he even managed to gather them into a sort of tidy pile before leaving them in front of the door. He could hear Viltez getting ready for sleep in the living room, so he closed the door again to do the same. After some deliberation he decided to take out the beads and stoned he'd woven into his hair, storing his treasured in the same bag that kept his comb before twisting his hair into a loose braid again.
If he'd ever bothered to think about sleep before, it had been as something that mortals just 'did', much in the same way as he would rest when he was in his true form. Just having a mortal body, however, did not seem to be sufficient to master the activity. He'd started out in the tunic Viltez had left him, but it had ended up beside the bed when it kept twisting around him as he tossed and turned in the bed. After deciding that he was going to sleep, he'd spent what felt like an unreasonable long time being very much awake, flickers of thought skimming across his consciousness like shiny mayflies- enough to catch the attention, but otherwise unsubstantial. He was also getting increasingly aware of every point of contact between him and the blankets across him, but when he kicked them down the air chilled his skin until he had to pull them up again. It was only when he'd resigned himself to a life without sleep, that he closed and opened his eyes to find the sky outside lighting up.
He blinked awake slowly, disorientated by the feeling of lost time, but he had to admit he did feel better, if a little groggy. The room had warmed up, so he pushed the blankets aside so he could stretch out in the sunlight for a bit. The bed was a bit of a mess from all his tossing and turning, and he straightened it best he could before picking the tunic from the floor and pulling it over his head. His braid was starting to get a bit loose, but as long as he was still chasing the sleepiness from his braid he couldn't really bring himself to care. Even so, now that he was awake he didn't feel like keeping still, so he opened the door to see whether Viltez was awake yet.
Aw, that sounded awesome, It was just for a weekend with friends though but I'm back now ^^
Also: I know I've just started posting again, but in an hour I will leave for the weekend XD I'll be back on sunday though :)
That sounds reasonable, yes :p
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