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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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Agreed ^^
I don't really have a strong preference. I guess Zach could always 'step out' if it wasn't useful anymore, so we can switch it around
~Zach plays along as the scenery around them changes, his arms coming up to cling to the priest as the air and world darken. The scene is vivid and rich in detail-he can feel individual drops of water trailing over his back as the rain pours down on them. For the most part, dreams are made up of impressions and sensations rather than detail, but Kiel didn't do anything by halves, it seemed.
Zach had always been a small demon with small ambitions. He does what he is good at, but has no illusions about changing the world one way or another. even this 'promotion' he's angling for will only involve doing more of the same. Kiel, though...
As the priest's words ring in his air, he can feel the conviction behind them and he briefly wonders what the man could do if he had some real power in his hands. Perhaps this assignment is not so much about proving he could tempt a priest, as making sure this soul will be ready for whatever the top has planned for him next...
whatever it is, it has little beating on his task. So Zach carefully pulls back a little as the world rages around him to look Kiel in the eye. He's not smiling, but there is warmth in his gaze regardless.
"I trust you, " he simply says, no room in his tone for even a hint of doubt whether the priest will keep him safe. ~
Zach had always been a small demon with small ambitions. He does what he is good at, but has no illusions about changing the world one way or another. even this 'promotion' he's angling for will only involve doing more of the same. Kiel, though...
As the priest's words ring in his air, he can feel the conviction behind them and he briefly wonders what the man could do if he had some real power in his hands. Perhaps this assignment is not so much about proving he could tempt a priest, as making sure this soul will be ready for whatever the top has planned for him next...
whatever it is, it has little beating on his task. So Zach carefully pulls back a little as the world rages around him to look Kiel in the eye. He's not smiling, but there is warmth in his gaze regardless.
"I trust you, " he simply says, no room in his tone for even a hint of doubt whether the priest will keep him safe. ~
you can skip to or after the breakfast if you want
Without anything to do, Autharyx just waits patiently for Viltez to finish deciding. He feels... just a little nervous, though he can't really grap why. It wasn't like he's trying to win Viltez' favour, as humans had often tried to do with him. No, this was just an offer of convenience. They both needed to eat, didn't they?
A small smile spreads over his face when Viltez accepts the food, growing even wider when he expresses a desire to hunt together. He was eager to see more of the forest, and'practice with his tail' could only mean he would get to satisfy his curiosity some more. It still left the issue of how he was going to spend his day, but discovering the town some more would do.
"I think hunting together sounds like a great plan. The woods are different from my lake, but theft seem interesting enough in their own way. I'll go get my fruit. Do you eat it raw or do you want to do stuff with it again? " He asks over his shoulder as he heads of towards where he'd left his bag in the bedroom earlier.
A small smile spreads over his face when Viltez accepts the food, growing even wider when he expresses a desire to hunt together. He was eager to see more of the forest, and'practice with his tail' could only mean he would get to satisfy his curiosity some more. It still left the issue of how he was going to spend his day, but discovering the town some more would do.
"I think hunting together sounds like a great plan. The woods are different from my lake, but theft seem interesting enough in their own way. I'll go get my fruit. Do you eat it raw or do you want to do stuff with it again? " He asks over his shoulder as he heads of towards where he'd left his bag in the bedroom earlier.
Without anything to do, Autharyx just waits patiently for Viltez to finish deciding. He feels... just a little nervous, though he can't really grap why. It wasn't like he's trying to win Viltez' favour, as humans had often tried to do with him. No, this was just an offer of convenience. They both needed to eat, didn't they?
A small smile spreads over his face when Viltez accepts the food, growing even wider when he expresses a desire to hunt together. He was eager to see more of the forest, and'practice with his tail' could only mean he would get to satisfy his curiosity some more. It still left the issue of how he was going to spend his day, but discovering the town some more would do.
"I think hunting together sounds like a great plan. The woods are different from my lake, but theft seem interesting enough in their own way. I'll go get my fruit. Do you eat it raw or do you want to do stuff with it again? " He asks over his shoulder as he heads of towards where he'd left his bag in the bedroom earlier.
A small smile spreads over his face when Viltez accepts the food, growing even wider when he expresses a desire to hunt together. He was eager to see more of the forest, and'practice with his tail' could only mean he would get to satisfy his curiosity some more. It still left the issue of how he was going to spend his day, but discovering the town some more would do.
"I think hunting together sounds like a great plan. The woods are different from my lake, but theft seem interesting enough in their own way. I'll go get my fruit. Do you eat it raw or do you want to do stuff with it again? " He asks over his shoulder as he heads of towards where he'd left his bag in the bedroom earlier.
~Hmm, that was not the welcome he'd been hoping for. He can feel the priest repelling his presence in the dream, even as he chuckles sheepishly over the correction. He smiles before following the priest's example and licking the popsicle from bottom to top to keep any of it from dripping onto his fingers. It seems he is not quite ready to disconnect his dream-self from his waking memories. There's not a lot of ground to be won on the 'little one' front then, so he switches to a different technique.
He lets his smile go blank when the priest touches his skin, the bruises he has during the day blooming into existence in the path of his fingers. Lets see what will come up if he engages his worry directly.
"I know," he says calmly, without even a trace of pain in his voice. "It will heal." He lets the bruises exist for a few seconds where Kiel's fingers have passed, and then fades them away again.~
He lets his smile go blank when the priest touches his skin, the bruises he has during the day blooming into existence in the path of his fingers. Lets see what will come up if he engages his worry directly.
"I know," he says calmly, without even a trace of pain in his voice. "It will heal." He lets the bruises exist for a few seconds where Kiel's fingers have passed, and then fades them away again.~
I was thinking of getting Autharyx into trouble for a bit later on, perhaps with the aforementioned Hector? I imagined he was the man who was briefly following him earlier as well. Would you like to play him for a bit or should I think something up?
As Viltez busies himself with the clothes, Autharyx can hear the village wake up in the distance. The blessed calm of the morning is starting to get interrupted by the noises that make up the lives of humans, and he knows that by noon it will be hard to escape from the noise altogether. He doesn't know what it is about humans that makes them so noisy, but he suspects a large part of it is that he is simply attuned to it. The great flocks of birds that pass through his lake every year make just as much noise, but he doesn't pay nearly as much attention to it. There always was something about humans, wasn't there? They were both the source of many of his treasures, as well as the source of some of his greatest irritations. Were Viltez' people like that as well, or did they live a less... conspicuous life. His host, at least, was not nearly as grating as some of the humans he'd met.
When he looks at Viltez, he's giving him one of his intent stares again, though he turns away when he notices Autharyx watching. The dragon tilts his head thoughtfully, wondering if there was something off about him that his host was noticing. He'd said something to that intent the night before, hadn't he? Whatever is driving the curiosity, Autharyx can't sense anything confrontational about it, so he doesn't really mind. The scrutiny only gives him an excuse to return it in kind. He keeps his eyes on the half-breed as he gathers the clothes. He'd never really held the appearance of humans in high regard, but he has to admit that looking with mortal eyes gives him a different perspective. Where as a dragon might she a body that will be gone in mere decades, now he can see the strength and grace in that body. Viltez moves with grace, even in a task as small as folding some clothes, and Autharyx does not find it a chore to observe him. He opens the door when asked, accepting his own clothes when he is handed them.
"Would you care to share in my fruit for the morning's meal?" he asks as he steps into his pants. He doesn't fumble once with the fastenings before closing them, a feat of which he is probably more proud of than is strictly warranted.
"You provided the food yesterday and I would like to return the favour." Viltez' shirt was nice enough, but he doesn't mourn it when he takes it off. While the plain style suits his host, he personally prefers something a bit more... flashy.
"I could also go to the markets, or perhaps partake in a hunt if you prefer meat?" He folds the shirt neatly before putting his own back on. As he examines the edges to see if they held, he notices that the texture of it is far more agreeable than it was the day before. Whatever Viltez did to it, it obviously worked better than repeated soakings in lake-water.
When he looks at Viltez, he's giving him one of his intent stares again, though he turns away when he notices Autharyx watching. The dragon tilts his head thoughtfully, wondering if there was something off about him that his host was noticing. He'd said something to that intent the night before, hadn't he? Whatever is driving the curiosity, Autharyx can't sense anything confrontational about it, so he doesn't really mind. The scrutiny only gives him an excuse to return it in kind. He keeps his eyes on the half-breed as he gathers the clothes. He'd never really held the appearance of humans in high regard, but he has to admit that looking with mortal eyes gives him a different perspective. Where as a dragon might she a body that will be gone in mere decades, now he can see the strength and grace in that body. Viltez moves with grace, even in a task as small as folding some clothes, and Autharyx does not find it a chore to observe him. He opens the door when asked, accepting his own clothes when he is handed them.
"Would you care to share in my fruit for the morning's meal?" he asks as he steps into his pants. He doesn't fumble once with the fastenings before closing them, a feat of which he is probably more proud of than is strictly warranted.
"You provided the food yesterday and I would like to return the favour." Viltez' shirt was nice enough, but he doesn't mourn it when he takes it off. While the plain style suits his host, he personally prefers something a bit more... flashy.
"I could also go to the markets, or perhaps partake in a hunt if you prefer meat?" He folds the shirt neatly before putting his own back on. As he examines the edges to see if they held, he notices that the texture of it is far more agreeable than it was the day before. Whatever Viltez did to it, it obviously worked better than repeated soakings in lake-water.
Zach wishes the priest goodnight with a small smile of his own, before retreating to his room as well. Only when he closes the door behind him he lets himself chuckle at the comment about the 'wonderful world of dream'. If only the priest knew how accurate he was being. Well, if he knew he would probably be stocking up the holy water by now, but that was beside the point.
He quickly and effortlessly changes into the pyjama pants before lounging on the bed until the priest saw it fit to go to sleep. Thankfully it doesn't take too long and when he can feel the pull off a mortal's dream, he wastes no time before stepping between the world's and slipping into the dream.
~The grassy hill is bathed in golden light when Zach slips gently into Kiel's consciousness. He takes a moment to enjoy the warmth of the sun seeping into his skin, before walking up to the priest from the direction of the town. He's wearing shorts, the vibrant red of the fabric contrasted against the tan expanse of his bare chest. There's an oversized floppy straw hat perched on his head, and a melty popsicle in each of his hands.
"There you are, " he says brightly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for them to spend time together, "I brought ice cream."~
He quickly and effortlessly changes into the pyjama pants before lounging on the bed until the priest saw it fit to go to sleep. Thankfully it doesn't take too long and when he can feel the pull off a mortal's dream, he wastes no time before stepping between the world's and slipping into the dream.
~The grassy hill is bathed in golden light when Zach slips gently into Kiel's consciousness. He takes a moment to enjoy the warmth of the sun seeping into his skin, before walking up to the priest from the direction of the town. He's wearing shorts, the vibrant red of the fabric contrasted against the tan expanse of his bare chest. There's an oversized floppy straw hat perched on his head, and a melty popsicle in each of his hands.
"There you are, " he says brightly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for them to spend time together, "I brought ice cream."~
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