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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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you can go straight into a dream if you want, or skip to the next morning if you would prefer that
If Kiel courses to retreat to his room, Zach will do the same. :)
Zach is aware of every singly brush of skin, revelling in how gentle the priest is being. It was rather refreshing to be handled like a precious thing after the couple of weeks he's had. Of course he usually doesn't mind it rough, but the physical only goes so far to nourish him. While this is not even close to the kind of desire he needs from Kiel, it is nevertheless a taste of what things might be like once he manages to snare the human.
He still pays attention to his work, of course, letting a faint blush deepen every time the priest's breath ghost over the sensitive skin of his neck. He doesn't need to fake the shiver that runs down his spine, or the heat that starts pooling in his lower stomach as he swears the priest leans in close enough to nearly brush his lips over the sensitive patch just under his ear. If he pays attention, he might yet learn something from this human.
"Ah, no," he says with a hint of nervousness in his voice, carefully pulling the shirt down a bit. "I'll be fine on my own..." While no physical reaction was completely involuntary on his part, he didn't see any advantage to showing the priest his battered legs, so for now he would just try to plant suggestions of a small attraction. If he went too far too soon, he would only sent him away 'for his own good'.
"Thanks. .. You know, for everything, not just for the shirt. You're a good man. .." he looks at the priest earnestly for a few moments, blush slowly fading, before breaking the silence with a chuckle.
"Heh, guess I'll see if I can get some sleep now. If you ask me, it's rather stupid that things start to hurt more before they stay to hurt less, but there you have it. "
He still pays attention to his work, of course, letting a faint blush deepen every time the priest's breath ghost over the sensitive skin of his neck. He doesn't need to fake the shiver that runs down his spine, or the heat that starts pooling in his lower stomach as he swears the priest leans in close enough to nearly brush his lips over the sensitive patch just under his ear. If he pays attention, he might yet learn something from this human.
"Ah, no," he says with a hint of nervousness in his voice, carefully pulling the shirt down a bit. "I'll be fine on my own..." While no physical reaction was completely involuntary on his part, he didn't see any advantage to showing the priest his battered legs, so for now he would just try to plant suggestions of a small attraction. If he went too far too soon, he would only sent him away 'for his own good'.
"Thanks. .. You know, for everything, not just for the shirt. You're a good man. .." he looks at the priest earnestly for a few moments, blush slowly fading, before breaking the silence with a chuckle.
"Heh, guess I'll see if I can get some sleep now. If you ask me, it's rather stupid that things start to hurt more before they stay to hurt less, but there you have it. "
Zach gratefully accepted the cake, hiding his smirk until the priest had retreated to his room. It was good to know he was at least not barking up the wrong tree with this one. It meant that all he would need was time, he thought rather smugly as he finished the second cake rather more sedately. He might even try if he could get away with a bit more in the dream realm this night. Nothing big, but just enough to keep the priest's mind occupied.
When the priest returned, he was in his nightgown. It was strange to see him like that, Zach mused as he threw the containers in the trash as instructed. It made him seem younger in a way, probably because he was missing the layer of authority-by-association that the church uniform provided. Not that it matters much to Zach, it wasn't like his actual age was even comparable to that of a human, after all.
He didn't go out in the garden again, but instead pulled off his shirt before picking up some sleeping clothes and seating himself at the table again. The pattern of bruising had spread out from underneath his bandages, but he didn't look to sickly. When the priest came in, he gave him an embarrassed look.
"Er. .. Do you think you could help? "he asked, hesitation clear in his voice. "It doesn't hurt as bad as yesterday, but everything feels really stiff and I didn't want to reopen my wounds. " He trailed off, avoiding the priest's gaze. "I should probably do it myself. .."
When the priest returned, he was in his nightgown. It was strange to see him like that, Zach mused as he threw the containers in the trash as instructed. It made him seem younger in a way, probably because he was missing the layer of authority-by-association that the church uniform provided. Not that it matters much to Zach, it wasn't like his actual age was even comparable to that of a human, after all.
He didn't go out in the garden again, but instead pulled off his shirt before picking up some sleeping clothes and seating himself at the table again. The pattern of bruising had spread out from underneath his bandages, but he didn't look to sickly. When the priest came in, he gave him an embarrassed look.
"Er. .. Do you think you could help? "he asked, hesitation clear in his voice. "It doesn't hurt as bad as yesterday, but everything feels really stiff and I didn't want to reopen my wounds. " He trailed off, avoiding the priest's gaze. "I should probably do it myself. .."
Autharyx watched wroth open curiosity as Viltez wandered by the clothes before t turning towards the sun again. This time he was prepared, but he could still vividly feel the breeze that ruffled his hosts clothes. He was surprised to find that he looked to join him, but decided to keep to himself, at least for today. His eyebrows went up when Viltez revealed that he'd never even considered it to be a ritual, but he had no trouble answering his smile.
"There is no need to thank me," he said modestly, though he was actually pleased by the courtesy. "And I wouldn't disregard the importance of paying one's respects to nature. After all, one never knows who or what might be listening. " He didn't mean goods, of course, though his kind had often been revered as such. In his experience it had always been the smaller spirits that showed the most attention to humans, for better or for worse. He hadn't really noticed any so far though, apart from the ones chattering in the top of the trees. Perhaps he was not the only one that had gradually drifted away from the world.
"There is no need to thank me," he said modestly, though he was actually pleased by the courtesy. "And I wouldn't disregard the importance of paying one's respects to nature. After all, one never knows who or what might be listening. " He didn't mean goods, of course, though his kind had often been revered as such. In his experience it had always been the smaller spirits that showed the most attention to humans, for better or for worse. He hadn't really noticed any so far though, apart from the ones chattering in the top of the trees. Perhaps he was not the only one that had gradually drifted away from the world.
Zach accepted the plastic container as if it were a little treasure. After taking off the lid, he closed his eyes to just revel in the smell for a bit. It seemed a bit sweet for his taste, but he wouldn't have to act as if he liked it. If his kind believed in the concept of 'guilty pleasures' chocolate would be his. It was one of the things he looked up whenever he was walking amongst mortals, and it had frankly sucked that he hadn't been able to do so for the entirety of this 'operation'.
He carefully carved out a chunk before lifting the fork to his mouth with something as close to reverence as he might manage. As the taste his his tongue, his eyes fell closed and he let out a low, but heartfelt moan. When the bite was finished, he immediately went back for seconds- and thirds, savouring each bite. He only played it up a little, making sure he wouldn't look like a pig, and licking the spoon and his lips to chase after crumbs. He seemed completely oblivious as he slowly worked his way through the little cake, abandoning the fork when he got to the bottom so he could scoop the last of the sticky crumbs from the bottom with his fingers. When he'd gotten the very last crumb, he lingered with his finger in his mouth, slowly drawing it out as he cleaned the last of the taste off with his eyes closed.
When he only had the tip of his finger in he seemingly absent-mindedly opened his eyes, hoping to catch the priest's gaze. As he did, he promptly let his cheeks flush a bright red while he quickly pulled his finger out the last bit.
"Er..." he mumbled, making sure his lips would be just a bit flushed as well. "That was really good. I, er... really like chocolate," he sheepishly chuckled, blush still present on his face.
"Did you like it as well?" He dragged his eyes away from the priest's face to peek into his container, briefly checking if he'd left any crumbs.
He carefully carved out a chunk before lifting the fork to his mouth with something as close to reverence as he might manage. As the taste his his tongue, his eyes fell closed and he let out a low, but heartfelt moan. When the bite was finished, he immediately went back for seconds- and thirds, savouring each bite. He only played it up a little, making sure he wouldn't look like a pig, and licking the spoon and his lips to chase after crumbs. He seemed completely oblivious as he slowly worked his way through the little cake, abandoning the fork when he got to the bottom so he could scoop the last of the sticky crumbs from the bottom with his fingers. When he'd gotten the very last crumb, he lingered with his finger in his mouth, slowly drawing it out as he cleaned the last of the taste off with his eyes closed.
When he only had the tip of his finger in he seemingly absent-mindedly opened his eyes, hoping to catch the priest's gaze. As he did, he promptly let his cheeks flush a bright red while he quickly pulled his finger out the last bit.
"Er..." he mumbled, making sure his lips would be just a bit flushed as well. "That was really good. I, er... really like chocolate," he sheepishly chuckled, blush still present on his face.
"Did you like it as well?" He dragged his eyes away from the priest's face to peek into his container, briefly checking if he'd left any crumbs.
Autharyx had to resist the urge to That it had been the stall-owner who'd 'stirred things up' rather than him, but he managed. It was good to see that Viltez didn't seem to blame him for anything, but there still seemed to be something he was nervous about. He kept glancing around fearfully, even though Autharyx was pretty sure there was no one around. It made him start to look around as well. Still, it was nice to hear Viltez talk about him in such a positive manner, and not only because it stroked his ego.
"The feeling is mutual, " he said in an attempt to get Viltez to relax a bit. In the past he'd encouraged a healthy amount of caution in his human guests, but now that he wasn't aiming it, it was not nearly as satisfying. When Viltez asked about what he'd seen, it took a few moments to figure out what he was talking about.
"Oh, you mean when you greeted the day?" He tilted his head as he looked at host. There was something about it that seemed to add to his tension. "Did I... interrupt? I can leave you to alone next time if you prefer, I hadn't considered it could have been a ritual for you..." he said, to feel out what he was doing to make his host nervous.
"The feeling is mutual, " he said in an attempt to get Viltez to relax a bit. In the past he'd encouraged a healthy amount of caution in his human guests, but now that he wasn't aiming it, it was not nearly as satisfying. When Viltez asked about what he'd seen, it took a few moments to figure out what he was talking about.
"Oh, you mean when you greeted the day?" He tilted his head as he looked at host. There was something about it that seemed to add to his tension. "Did I... interrupt? I can leave you to alone next time if you prefer, I hadn't considered it could have been a ritual for you..." he said, to feel out what he was doing to make his host nervous.
He's just catnip for incubi, isn't he? :p
Zach could see the priest was trying to hide his emotions, but of course he could still feel the sharp sting of them hanging in the air. He just focussed on keeping his expression neutral as he waited, until the priest started speaking in a quiet sort of voice. Zach knew that what was being told had to hold some significance, but he couldn't place it. Instead he was taken by the change of the priest's usual upbeat manner to this almost hesitant demeanour. When he finally summoned up a smile, Zach wasn't ready to let the moment go.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up memories, " he said earnestly. He was very serious about breaking through whatever defences the priest might have up, after all. "I guess things can be very different for different people. I guess it's hard for me to feel your meaning behind the words when other people have used it... differently. I'm just tired of being treated like I don't know anything, like I'm just a stupid kid, even by the people who-" he caught himself, an awkward stumble before he continued. "It doesn't really matter. I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I guess. " He summoned up a slightly shaky smile.
"But dessert sounds great. Chocolate, right? ''
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up memories, " he said earnestly. He was very serious about breaking through whatever defences the priest might have up, after all. "I guess things can be very different for different people. I guess it's hard for me to feel your meaning behind the words when other people have used it... differently. I'm just tired of being treated like I don't know anything, like I'm just a stupid kid, even by the people who-" he caught himself, an awkward stumble before he continued. "It doesn't really matter. I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I guess. " He summoned up a slightly shaky smile.
"But dessert sounds great. Chocolate, right? ''
"I guess growing up near a lake has its advantages, " Autharyx said with a small smile, even as he decided to pretend to be cooler in the future. The lesson about local customs was useful at least. The humans by the lake had been covered in greater and lesser amounts over the decades. even nudity hangt ben that big a deal, at least during some of the times. It was probably different when they were away from the lake as well, since clothes didn't really tend to go well with water.
As Viltez was talking about 'unders', it took him a while to figure out what he meant. He probably meant the little pants that humans sometimes wore underneath the rest of their clothes. Since he'd assumed that humans couldn't care about what they couldn't see, he hadn't bothered with scavenging an adequate pair. He supposed he would have to attribute it to 'cultural differences'.
"If they are almost dry, I might as well wait for a bit, " he said, still long himself against the wall of the dwelling as Viltez had done. "It sounds like I should consider myself most fortunate that I encountered a free-thinking person such as yourself. I would hate to cause someone discomfort solely because I do not know the customs. " his mind flashed back to the stall-human he'd been very nearly willing to... make an example off before Viltez had intervened. Okay, so perhaps he was a little more inclined to cause 'discomfort' when he wasn't interested in respecting that particular human. He wasn't actually lying.
"I appreciate the trouble you're willing to go through on my account. "
As Viltez was talking about 'unders', it took him a while to figure out what he meant. He probably meant the little pants that humans sometimes wore underneath the rest of their clothes. Since he'd assumed that humans couldn't care about what they couldn't see, he hadn't bothered with scavenging an adequate pair. He supposed he would have to attribute it to 'cultural differences'.
"If they are almost dry, I might as well wait for a bit, " he said, still long himself against the wall of the dwelling as Viltez had done. "It sounds like I should consider myself most fortunate that I encountered a free-thinking person such as yourself. I would hate to cause someone discomfort solely because I do not know the customs. " his mind flashed back to the stall-human he'd been very nearly willing to... make an example off before Viltez had intervened. Okay, so perhaps he was a little more inclined to cause 'discomfort' when he wasn't interested in respecting that particular human. He wasn't actually lying.
"I appreciate the trouble you're willing to go through on my account. "
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