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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!

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Zach hid a small smirk as the priest crawled around the messy house. He had expected at least a bit of a challenge from the reputation the man had in the village, but he doubted this priest could offer any kind of substantial resistance. He didn't seem completely stupid though, he had to admit when he noticed the looks the man was giving him as he patched him up. It was a good thing he'd spent some time building a bit of a background in the town, even if it was only a few weeks old. There were quite a few people coming in from the big cities, even if a lot of them only passed through. Even for a human, it would not be inconceivable to have no past.

When the priest asked for his name, he pretended to think for a while, before averting his eyes and summoning a light blush to his cheeks. "My name is Zach..." he held on to the gauze as the other taped, and followed any other orders as well. "I'm sorry to come here at this hour of night. My apologies if I woke you up, Kiel." He looked up with a start, dark eyes seeking out the priest's paler ones. "Er... I meant Father, of course..."
I've gone back and forth between the tenses for a bit, but finally settled on past tense since I am more comfortable with that. Will probably switch to past tense as well with the other RP, is that all right?
Autharyx knit his brows together in a small frown as he surveyed the goods that were for sale in the small market. He'd spend the morning and a large part of the night before walking, and was surprised by how hungry that had made him. He did eat in his true form, but it was always more a indulgence than anything. Who needed to eat when they were just as much a part of the energy flows that make up the world as the wind or the river? He could still feel the connection, of course, but it was... muted somehow. Probably his sense were dampened by the fleshy barriers that made up his form now.

Not that this form didn't have its advantages, he thought as he took in a deep breath. It still felt weird to actually feel the air rush through him as it filled his lungs, but the scents on the air were exquisite. While the combined smell of hard-working humans going around their business was not that interesting, the myriad of food items they sold were spreading a delicious scent. The meat was sadly out of the question, as it had to be at least several hours old. Autharyx was not quite as particular about his fruit, though, so he walked over to that stall. He had to ignore the various suspicious looks the villagers had been aiming in his direction ever since he walked in on the main road. The disrespect rubbed him the wrong way, but he was willing to be lenient with the humans, since they couldn't exactly see how impressive he really was.

He tuned out the chatter of humans going on around him as he looked over the wares with a critical eye. Nothing seemed quite as good as what humans had occasionally offered before, but then he supposed this was a rather sorry merchant all things considered. He picked up a piece of fruit, took a bite out of it and then quickly laid it back. He had hoped the taste might be better than the appearance, but it was far too sour to be appetising. As he reached out for another piece of fruit, his arm jerked to a stop when it was gripped by a bulky-looking human. Autharyx looked up with a start, only then realising the latest bout of agitated chatter had been aimed at him.

"What?" he snapped, jerking his hand out of the offending grip.

"I said, you'd better pay up for that, mister. You can't just take a bite out of whatever you please." Autharyx narrowed his eyes. Did the human think he was a common thief?

"I will pay when it pleases me," he said with what he considered considerable patience. He demonstratively turned away from the fuming human to pick up and examine a sweeter-smelling piece of fruit.

"Yeah?" the human continued, ignoring the obvious dismissal. "Well, I'll see some money first, before you decide to snack on some more of my merchandise. Oy, you can't just take that," the human snapped when Authoryx put the fruit that had passed his inspection in his bag.

"I told you," Autharyx said, impatience starting to colour his voice, "you will be adequately compensated once I have decided on the price." He did not remember trading as being this tedious. When humans had come to him in the past, they had been eager enough to show him their best wares in exchange for anything he wanted to offer in return.

"And I told you, pal, that I'm going to have to see some money or you can keep your hands off my property. And what's the nonsense about strangers like you deciding on the price? You either pay what you owe or things are not going to look good for you. " The human had slipped into an intimidating stance, crossing their arms as several other humans were starting to take notice of the situation. A couple of them were starting to gather around.

"Are you insinuating that you don't value my word?" His voice was calm on the surface, but there was a sharp undercurrent to it. A bit of his ire leached into the air, causing a few fallen leaves to rustle on the floor. If he still had a tail, it would have been sweeping side-to-side by now.

"I'm not insinerating, I'm telling. Now for the last time: pay up or get lost."
Zach flinches when appropriate, but doesn't overdo it. While his perceived vulnerability will be his 'in', too much weakness will undoubtedly make him undesirable. He hisses slightly when his soaked top comes off, pulling slightly at some of the more open wounds and then he is back to watching intently as the priest flits around the room. The touch of the man is surprisingly soft, given the intent in his voice, but Zach does not like the sound of 'little one'. He has no intention of being seen as a young boy, at least not this time. After the priest settles the towel on his shoulders, he reaches out to grab his hand in a grip that is just strong enough to let him feel how strong he can be.

"Thank you," he says with a deep voice, catching the priest's eyes with his own, "I am in your debt." When the priest moved away again, he continues towelling himself off carefully. It felt good to be able to wipe the cold water away. He was more durable than humans and pretty good with pain, but he didn't much like the cold. He felt much more comfortable in the more southern climates of the human world, but this was the priest assigned to him.

He keeps a close eye on the priest as he busies himself with the stove, trying to figure out how he should approach from here. He definitely had the man's attention, but it seemed to come in the form of pity for now. Pity was a good start, but he would need to establish himself as strong from the beginning as well. He knew the kind of men that loved to prey on the weak, and this one wasn't one of them. What he needed was time to work him over, and for that he needed to be able to stay here. He wasn't above begging, of course, but it would work best if he could get the priest to make the offer instead.

"It has been a while since I've been this warm," he says thoughtfully in an attempt to strike up a conversation.
I like it :)
Oooh, cats :D An no worries, I can wait ^^ I'm just happy that I've found someone who like to plan and work out worlds as much as I do. :)
Hmm... Could you set the scene for the village? Then I'll probably come in and have him argue over money or something. As a dragon, he'd be loath to part with his shinies without good reason XD
Ooh, I like him :) Sound like there will be a lot of opportunity for butting of heads, so that''ll be interesting ^^
How shall we start? The original idea was Autharyx causing some kind of ruckus, wasn't it? Perhaps he tries to pay for something with antiquated money, and he get's huffy when the human talks down to him? Or he can catch Viltez' ire by being a dick to a human for some reason? Or perhaps Vilez has a market stall (furs? leather?) and when Autharyx sees him, he realises there is something different about him and we go from there?
Sounds interesting. I'm looking forward to your cs ^^
Half-breed dragon you mean? If so, then I would like to hash out the dragon mythology a bit more before we begin. I don't mind half-breeds of any kind though :) It would make the dragon more intrigued, especially at first I think. Would he know he is a half-breed himself, or would it come out in the RP?
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