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23 days ago
Current My brain is melting but my bones have cooled
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1 mo ago
Still sick unfortunately and have another pile of assignments I need to catch up on. I'll be working on responding slowly but surely over the course of the week. Sorry everyone :[
3 mos ago
Fatigue and writer's block are not a good mix. Neither are night classes (๑′̥̥̥▵‵̥̥̥ ૂ๑)
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3 mos ago
Alternating between crocheting and writing snippets of ideas until I am tired ヽ( ´¬`)ノ
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Bio

Hello hello! You can call me Ocean!

I joined recently to get back into RP'ing after spending a good amount of time away. I enjoy fantasy, horror, and slice of life and are the genres I'm most familiar with. But that doesn't mean I'm not open to trying out new things or explore other genres. It just might take a little bit of research for me first.

I mostly do 1x1 at the moment, as that's the most manageable for me at this time. I have now have an interst check that I plan to add onto, but if something looks interesting feel free to hit me up. I do my best to reply as soon as I can, but I'm a college student so there'll be periods where I may respond quicker than others and vice versa.

For comfort reasons, I'd prefer my partners to be 21+

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Fifteen minutes. He had been gone for fifteen minutes and had somehow managed to lose a more than full sized person because his hearing was apparently on par with a few of the elderly patients he had treated. He had felt the cool breeze before he had seen the shards littering the table and floor by the window, quickly parking the small cart he was wheeling by the wall and peering through the empty frame. The light barely illuminated the surrounding darkness, tapering only a few feet ahead. He heard it as he pulled back. The barking of the dogs and remembered his creation’s interest in them as they walked through the halls.

For the first time in a long while, Illian ran. Thoughts of his creation chasing after dogs to the properties edge and potentially getting lost and hurt. Of them somehow crossing property lines into his neighbor’s land and running into guard dogs or worse. He runs, cane held tight and tucked beneath his arm, lantern from the room in the other as he races towards the entrance and out the door. It worried him that the barking had ceased by the time he stepped out, and that not even faint growling or whimpers could be heard no matter how hard he strained his ears.

He calls out into the dark, holding the lantern out and looking around as he makes his way to the otherside of the broken window to trace the direction his creation could have possibly taken. They needed to decide on a name when this was resolved. He had intended on doing that after he had settled them in, but he was beginning to think this and a few other things should have been tackled in the first few moments of waking.

“Hello? Please tell me you are still near! Hello!”

The quiet persisted, and he wonders if the lack of insects or the muted rustling of grass was the result of a worried imagination or reality.

He traces the side of the manor, forcing himself to slow down after feeling the bits of glass and small rocks beneath his shoes. It wouldn’t do anyone good to injure himself, especially on the chance that he had become worked up over nothing. That his creation might have just chased after the dogs away or the dogs had outrun them and they were heading back. Or that they had even decided on a different course of action that he had thought and were just wandering about after taking the quickest route out of the room.

Lowering his lantern showed the shards of glass reflecting in the light, scattering outwards and pressed into the grass by heavy footsteps. Lifting the lantern showed a light trail or crushed grass and indents in the dirt leading to the back of the property. He follows it, doing his best to be mindful of the weeds catching his shoes as he uses the flattened grass as a path to avoid the worst of it and to hopefully find his creation near or at its end.

He almost sighs with relief as he catches a large silhouette walking towards the house. He calls out again, walking towards them. He stops when the light catches something under his creation’s arms.
Hello! I will have something up for you this weekend.
Hello! Currently home and quarantining due to covid. Next reply will take a bit (っ- ‸ – ς)
I rolled two d20s for each dog lmao and decided to just probably use this as a transition into a larger scene.
The dogs lower their stance, ears pinned back as they bark and snarl at the creature. A warning for the creature not to come any closer, but the moment the scent of death and foreign sharpness hits their nostrils, the fight shifts into a primal urge to run. One refuses to resist when the creature lets out a hiss, the sounds of their paws against the dirt quickly growing a distance away, directionless in their fleeing. The other lunges forward, confusing the urge with the desire to fight, lunging forward and snapping at the creature’s leg.
I'm ngl, It's my turn to be kinda stuck. I have something but it's really, really short, even for a transitional piece.
It's chill! I'm fine with waiting, I'm starting to get a little swamped with assignments. Also if there's ever any idea that you need me to leave an opening for, feel free to let me know. I'm fine with shifting my side a bit if it just isn't clicking with you for a while.
Hello hello and welcome! I am currently on the hunt for another partner or two in addition to creating a little storage space of the ideas/prompts I’ve jotted down. This page will be updated whenever and/or if something pops up. Alternating colours to make lists a little more readable.

A little bit about me:

  • I am currently a college student with a slightly wonky schedule, meaning that there are periods where I will be freer than others but I will always give you a heads up if I’m going to take longer than four days or think that I might be held up for a period of time.
  • The length I write depends on the story and the part we’re on, but I usually aim to write at least three to four paragraphs or more to give people something to work with. High-casual or low-advance might be the terms? I’m not too sure.
  • The genres I’m most familiar with are Horror, Fantasy, Slice of Life, and a little bit of Light Sci-fi. Though like I say in my bio, that doesn’t mean I don’t like or play anything else, these are just the stories I’ve grown up on.

Preferences:

  • Please be 21 or over, this is just a comfort thing.
  • As a small heads up, I usually prefer to play male characters most of the time but don’t mind switching it up if asked. I even play other characters from time to time. Really just depends on the mood and story.
  • Any romance stories I prefer to do PM rps, mainly because I’m still learning in that regard and feel awkward about it. I do like it, but I’m not well versed in writing it imo.
  • I mainly do OC's because I am not confident enough to accurately depict per-existing characters, no matter how much I love them.
  • I don't mind playing npcs, whether they're recurring or just for a scene or two. Feel free to do so as well if you want.
  • I don’t have any current cravings at the moment, but I’m down for some horror or fantasy plots if anyone has any. Or maybe a mix of both lol.

And before we get to the list of jotted down ideas, if you find that none of them catch your attention in the end, feel free to also PM some of your own ideas and we can see if we click :D



I was lied too, I was not freed of assignments for the week an now have two new projects to do. I cannot wait for thanksgiving break lol.
The grass grew tallest along the western part of the property, a preamble to the forested section that grows beside the manor, blurring the lines between the two. It was only natural that some of the forest’s inhabitants, or regular visitors, would become the manor’s as well from time to time.

The barking grows louder as three dogs break through the treeline, alerting each other of their position, and closing in on their prey: two rabbits running frantically towards the weeds of the manor to shelter themselves from the threat. They barely make it in time, but the dogs continue to pursue them, diving into the tall grass after them. The idea of being led to a den full of more food emboldens them and soon their persistence is rewarded as the rabbits begin to enter a hole in the earth. One of the dogs lunges, grabbing hold of the other before it can follow, snapping its neck between its jaws. They others begin to dig, careful to encase the entrance with their companion making sure to catch any strays that dart out.

They would be eating well tonight, and best of all, away from the foxes of the forest and other packs that roam around the city late at night

Two of them begin to tear into a rabbit each, silent and satisfied with their share. One, however, pauses and lifts its head to sniff the air. Its pointed ears twitching as it picks up the sound of grass crunching beneath heavy footsteps. Something faintly metallic mixes in with the tang of the rabbits’ blood, bitter and wrong. It smells a little like death covered up by a range of other scents, almost as if to hide it. But it also smelled human.

Cautiously, it gets up from its place within the tall grass and quietly makes its way closer to where it hears the footsteps, careful not to get too close to the source. Just enough to peek through the weeds and catch sight of whatever it was. Maybe it was the lone one they had seen once or twice before. There was something vaguely familiar mixed in with the rest of the scents, but the footsteps were too heavy and lacked a third sound. The dog keeps low to the ground, head lowered, and ready to either run or attack.

Through the stalks of green it sees the outline of a large figure, human, its sure. But something felt wrong, though it was unsure of what.
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