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"We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.”
-Ray Bradbury
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Welcome lovelies to a running thread of my current interests and plot ideas! I will be updating this as I develop new plot inklings or as my interest change. Please feel free to peruse my ideas or ask me about yours. I ask that if you're interested please shoot me a PM, I'd like to keep this thread tidy. Cheers!

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I'm a grad student who likes to RP to stay sane in between all of the grants and research. That being said, I am busy, but will try to post no less than once every couple of days. I've been around on RPG for almost a decade so I like to think that I'm fairly seasoned at this whole thing. I don't have rules that I demand of my partners, but there is some guidelines I do have to keep things running smooth. So, down to the quick and dirty brass tax:
I'm only interested in Advanced/High-Casual RPs
I don't have post minimums but understand I will most likely reflect what you give me. Write me a novel, I'll write you a sequel. Give me a short incisive action scene and I'll be sure to return the punches. I truly believe RPing is like a dance, so try to keep on beat.
I prefer female mains but love multiple characters & can be persuaded with the right idea.
I prefer MxF pairings, but again that's not set in stone. I do love a good buddy-cop pairing though as well.
Communication is big for me. You're stuck? Let me know. Going out of town? Let me know. On the run from the law? Let me know. I'm patient but don't like being ghosted.
Smut, drugs, and violence are all fine with me, as long as the story comes first. Keep it tasteful.

Here is a list of general pairings that I will normally jump at, very few questions asked. Some I'm currently craving, some I have plot ideas for, and some are just downright fun. Don't fret if you don't see a particular pairing on here, toss one at me and I'll let you know if it tickles my fancy.

||   ***Plot Idea***   ||   ||   Currently Craving   ||      ||   Currently Full   ||

Thief x Royalty
Pirate x Pirate
***Pirate x Royalty***
Criminal Mastermind x Apprentice
Bodyguard x International Diplomat/Ambassador
Recovering Addict x Sponsor
WWII Solider x Resistance Member
***Detective x Suspect***
FBI x Witness
***Maid x Prince***
Cyborg/AI x Owner

Here is a list of general genre and settings that I tend to gravitate towards. As always, don't see your favorite up there? Feel free to ask about it.

||   ***Plot Idea***   ||   ||   Currently Craving   ||   ||   Currently Full   ||

***Fantasy***
Sci-Fi
Grim-dark
Dystopian
Post-Apocalyptic
Steampunk
Cyberpunk
New takes on classic mythology
***Modern Supernatural***
Fairy Tales Retold
***Soulmates***




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What happens when a con artist who performs fake exorcists find themselves in the presence of a real ghost? 

So this might sound like a bad romance novel, but I've had this idea running around about a con artist (more of a group) end up at a circus where things that can't be explained are happening. At first, they are there to figure out how these weird things are occurring, seeing what kind of tricks they can steal for their next con. Soon, they find out that's it's not a ruse, but rather a real live (well dead) ghost/demon. I'm thinking this non-mortal is stuck by some curse/trap by someone else in the circus. The con artist then sets out to help free them without being killed or thrown out. It's all real rough in my mind, but I'm happy to talk through some of my ideas with you if you choose this plot!

▭▸▹G E N R E-- Southern Gothic || Supernatural || Horror 
▭▸▹S E T T I N G-- American South
▭▸▹I N T R O D U C T I O N-- None
▭▸▹N O W  P L A Y I N G-- In Hell I'll Be In Good Company


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This is a loose idea based on The Twilight Zone’s episode “It’s A Good Life”. While you don’t necessarily have to have seen it, I do highly recommend it just because!

(Shamelessly taken from Wikipedia’s plot summary) “Six-year-old Anthony Fremont looks like any other little boy but looks can be deceiving: he is a monster, a mutant with godlike mental powers, including mind reading. Years before, he isolated his town of Peaksville, Ohio. Everybody is under his rule, even his parents. Anthony controls what goes on in the grocery store (Tomato Soup, Ham, etc.); he has also banned soap from the town for a year. He has blocked TV signals, caused cars to not work, and, due to his controlling everything, he does not attend school. 

The children and adults, including his own parents, tiptoe nervously around him, constantly telling him how everything he does is "good," since displeasing him can get them wished away into a mystical "cornfield," an unknown place, from which there is no return. At one point, a dog is heard barking angrily. Anthony thinks the dog is "bad" and doesn't "like [him] at all," and wishes it into the cornfield. His father and mother are horrified, but they dare not show it.”

Our characters are some of the few remaining members of town, doing their best to live by Anthony’s ever-changing rules. Keeping him happy is the only way to survive. We might also want to expand on this idea so that either Anthony is older or it’s an entire family holding the town hostage. Someone can only live like this for so long before they snap. And when you’ve been bent as far as the townspeople of Peaksville have, snapping comes easily.

▭▸▹G E N R E-- Southern Gothic || Supernatural || Horror 
▭▸▹S E T T I N G-- Peaksville, Ohio
▭▸▹I N T R O D U C T I O N-- None
▭▸▹N O W  P L A Y I N G-- It's All Over But The Crying


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This was an old RP I had going but never got more than a handful of posts into. I still have my old introductory post if anyone is interested. The main idea is an alternative history/ Woldenstein-esq (secret operations, occult experiments) WWII plot. In a small, occupied French town, a local girl has joined the secret Resistance against the German occupants. The Germans have recently arrived and started forcibly taking civilians for some kind of horrible experiment, alarming Character B. (Some have played this as an American bomber pilot, others as German occupants, but I'm down for whatever!)

▭▸▹G E N R E-- World War II || Supernatural || Horror 
▭▸▹S E T T I N G-- Occupied France
▭▸▹I N T R O D U C T I O N-- Available Upon Request
▭▸▹N O W  P L A Y I N G-- We'll Meet Again


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This was an old RP I had going but never got more than a handful of posts into. I still have my old introductory post if anyone is interested. The main idea is an alternative history/ Woldenstein-esq (secret operations, occult experiments) WWII plot. In a small, occupied French town, a local girl has joined the secret Resistance against the German occupants. The Germans have recently arrived and started forcibly taking civilians for some kind of horrible experiment, alarming Character B. (Some have played this as an American bomber pilot, others as German occupants, but I'm down for whatever!)

▭▸▹G E N R E-- Modern || Thriller || Action 
▭▸▹S E T T I N G-- Modern American
▭▸▹I N T R O D U C T I O N-- None
▭▸▹N O W  P L A Y I N G-- Rich Girl


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This is a rough idea set in a post-apocalyptic magic-tech fantasy world. Think like magical warfare that has splintered and crippled the natural order of things so there are these magic-scars around the world that can be things like ridges of floating rocks with monsters/animals or general weird happenings. Plants that are alive or leviathan like creatures, that kind of thing. While the people are not necessarily magic wielders, magical objects could be used in weapons or other uses like water filtration, etc. Civilization has splintered into various factions fighting over resources. We could have characters that might start out with trying to go after the same magical object that has appeared in no-mans land or enemy territory and go from there.

▭▸▹G E N R E-- Fantasy || Magic-Tech || Action-Adventure 
▭▸▹S E T T I N G-- Fantasy World
▭▸▹I N T R O D U C T I O N-- Available Upon Request
▭▸▹N O W  P L A Y I N G-- Terrible Things


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『Time - Afternoon - Evening』
                       	『Location - Wolfe Estate』
                                     	『Collaboration With @Syn | Marco Ronquillo』

Out of the million scenarios and possibilities Nora had run through her mind, she had not been expecting the whirlwind that was Ezra Wolfe. The ease at which he fluttered around the room, the air of better-than-thou that oozed out of him naturally grated on Nora. He was the type of kid who had not just grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, but a goddamn ladle shoved in, and worse yet, he knew it. It wasn’t until he introduced himself as one of the hosts did she feel her animosity shift. If this was who was blackmailing her, then this was going to be easier than she had thought. Ezra wasn’t going to be a threat, and if all the other Wolfe’s were like this, she really didn’t have anything to worry about. It wouldn’t take much to best this manufactured pompous trust fund, in fact, it might even be fun. Valentina was harder to suss out. She was more composed, aware of herself and not looking to draw every eye in the room to her. However, looking as she did, that would be a difficult undertaking. Valentina had the manicured Instagram influencer look done so flawlessly, Nora couldn’t help but find herself a tiny bit jealous. If she was going to have to look over her shoulder for anybody, it would definitely be her.

Nora sipped on her drink, watching on in interest as one of the other guests, an older latino, tried to chide their host. While completely dumb to paint a target on your back this soon, she couldn’t help but admire the tenacity. Then again, the more attention he’d draw to himself, the less that would be on her. And for once in her life, Nora was okay with the idea of less attention. That was, until she could figure out why exactly she had been brought her here. As the rest of the guests started filtering out of the room, Nora finished off her drink with a healthy swig, before exiting as well, on the hunt for her own room and some much-needed privacy to come up with a game plan.

The package sitting on her bed as she walked into the bedroom of her dreams drew all of her attention. The last time she had received a mysterious package she had found files that no one had the right of having. That was enough to get her here, so her curiosity was peaked to what other kind of surprise might be thrown at her. Her lips pursed in annoyance as she looked down at the elegant metal mask sitting atop a pile of grey tissue paper. If the Wolfe’s thought they were being clever with the insinuation, Nora just found it a little too on the nose. At least it was a fox she’d be masquerading as, and not a full animal of prey. Still, the symbolism wasn’t lost on her. They were hunting her and they were more than happy to make a game out of it. Perhaps not, and it was just a coincidence that allowed Nora’s paranoia to run away with itself. But they had another thing coming if they thought she’d just roll over and take it.

Nora wasn’t sure why they were throwing a masquerade party. It seemed silly since all of the guests had already met each other. It wouldn’t be difficult to figure out who was under each disguise. She could hear as the party was being set up though, and realized they might not be the only ones invited to this thing. That meant the possibility of others being in on whatever the Wolfe’s had planned. She might not be able to get anything from the two brats that had already introduced themselves, but party goers, especially drunk party goers would be easier to pry information from.

Knowing that she was going to be doing her best to chat up whoever might fall for her wicked smile or long tanned legs, Nora decided on the shorter of her semi-formal dresses, paid for by the Wolfes. The long lace sleeves gave a modicum of decency, but the deep sweetheart neckline, tight bodycon material, and short hemline didn’t leave much to the imagination. She put her hair in soft curls but opted for a more daring bold red lip and dark winged liner. Donning her favorite black heels, Nora she looked stunning, but she felt dangerous and powerful. All of which she would need if she was going to get any of the Wolfe’s other guests to talk to her.

She slipped on her mask, elegantly pulling tendrils of her hair to frame her face before heading for the elevator. Nora wasn’t sure if she was early or late, but none of the other guests seemed to be milling around the hallways. Not wanting to risk the stairs in her heels, she clicked the button as she steeled herself for whatever hell might come next.  

The day had barely started, and it had already been so eventful, whether that was good or bad for Marco was yet to be seen. Although, Marco didn’t mind being watched even if it wasn’t the hill he should die on so quickly into the game. Of course, that’s what it was to Marco, had it not been a game there would have been some clarity by now. Regardless of what transpired, Marco felt compelled to bathe himself. Not just to freshen up for the party, but also to scrub away the grime he felt invaded his skin from interacting with the Wolfe’s. 

Upon entering his room, the first thing he noticed was the Wolfe’s did in fact not spare any expense in emulating his actual room. There was an alcove for a personal mini bar lined with his favorite brown liquors and Mexican cerveza. A record player with a substantial collection of vinyl’s sat adjacent to his bed on the opposite wall. The only thing that did leave him puzzled, but delightfully surprised, was the black and white San Marcos blanket etched with tigers stretched across his mattress. It was a nice touch, hell maybe some white people were culturally enriched. 

Walking over to the turntable, Marco dropped the needle as he began to strip off his clothes. It wasn’t until the lyrics to Stayin’ Alive started to play that he decided to turn off the cryptic omen. The ample time allotted to them prior to their evening engagement allowed Marco to soak with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other. Where would he have been had he not received that death sentence or rather briefcase and envelope? Probably the same just a lot less fancy and with no party to attend to unless you counted group therapy as a pity party. 

Marco had gone three quarters a way down a bottle and half a pack deep when his pruning skin signaled it was time to get out. His eyes were fixated on the eggshell white box that housed the mask he was supposed to wear to the festivities. He wondered if it occurred to them that they were all already wearing their own masks so why have two? His fingers traced the top of the box before removing the top to reveal a Venetian Coyote mask inlaid with colors of gold and black. The patterns within the mask were just as exquisite as the color. Anyone would have been ecstatic to receive such a gift, yet Marco felt a lump in his throat as his mind raced back to the note he received at the airport. The game was very real as were the consequences of playing. 

It took a minute before Marco regained his composure, never taking his eyes off the mask. He fetched his outfit from his closet which consisted of a dapper Alpaca and Mohair-blend blazer, Knitted Virgin wool polo shirt, black wool and Mohair-blend tuxedo trousers, all accompanied with brown wingtips. The last piece to the puzzle was the mask; slipping it on Marco could feel a shroud of secrecy, but also a hint of truth. He was hiding in plain sight, which only seemed to heighten the stakes for tonight. Before heading out Marco retrieved some last-minute accessories and the handkerchief Heather had left behind, Cinderella’s glass slipper. 

He didn’t wait for nor did he approach any of his neighbors on his floor, instead he made his way to the elevator alone. It appeared someone else had the same idea as the elevator stopped on level two. When the doors opened, Marco perked up after seeing the ravishing femme fatale dressed in all black enter in front of him. While it might have been a trap, he couldn’t help but find himself succumbing to her intoxicating allure. 

“Going down?” he asked with a slick smile and charming tone. 

Nora quirked up her eyebrow at the innuendo, looking up from the nails she had been picking at before nonchalantly entering the elevator. She didn’t miss the way the man perked up when the doors had opened, she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on men. However, behind the mask she wasn’t sure she could exactly place which one of the guests it actually was. Still, if she was fishing for information, there was no reason she couldn't start now. She offered the man a smirk, not bothering to hit the close elevator button. “If I’m going down, then I’m taking you with me.” With a playful wink, she turned her gaze back towards the front of the elevator. Nora stood close to the man, their arms just a hair’s breadth away from touching. “So I see the Wolfe’s have an affinity for animals. I wonder, why exactly a coyote? You’re not a close relative of our generous hosts now are you?”

Marco wasn’t one who let opportunities like this slip through his fingers often. Men were dogs yes, but all dogs go to heaven. Taking note of all her seductive features, Marco couldn’t help but struggle to take everything in at once. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep” parrying her daring opener. If looks could kill he definitely would have been dead by now, the wink was just the final nail in the coffin. This woman was quite a ways off from the tall asian he was speaking to just before, something a little more his speed. Their masks were reminiscent of cats and dogs, so there was natural tension forming. She didn’t back down, only playing closer to the fire as she took her position dangerously close to Marco. “I’m afraid not my dear, coyotes tend to hunt alone while wolves are pack animals. What’s a sly fox like you doing here anyways? I’m sure we can spend our time better elsewhere than whatever this party they have planned” Marco said as his hand bumped into hers. 

Under different circumstances Nora might have found the man’s quick wit charming. She always enjoyed someone with a silver tongue, someone who didn’t melt under her spell immediately. The chase was half the fun, and with this man, she wasn’t sure who was chasing who. But she was focused on one thing, and one thing only. Until she knew what kind of debauchery the Wolfes had in store for her, she’d have to stay on track. It wasn’t until he spoke did she pick up on the underlying accent, recognizing it immediately as the guest who had flirted shamelessly with Heather during their little meet and greet. Luckily the doors of the elevator opened with a small ding. Boldly, she leaned over to whisper into his ear, her breath tickling the skin on his neck. “Don’t be in such a rush.Waiting is half the fun...” with that she took the man’s hand, leading the pair outside of the elevator and into the hall of mirrors. The reflection off of the mirrors facing each other was distracting and reminded Nora of a funhouse, especially with the dim lights only illuminated by the candlelight. Despite herself, and the situation she found herself in, Nora couldn’t help but feel her excitement rise. If nothing else, the Wolfes knew how to throw one hell of a party. “Well then, care to join me for a drink?” she asked over her shoulder at the man she was leading along. 

The chime of the elevator broke the silence, how could he forget? All he had to do was press the emergency button and the elevator would have stopped there. Although in an estate like this, there must have been contingencies set in place to prevent that. Marco still had no knowledge of who was under the fox mask, part of him didn’t want to know. Her breath sent shivers down his body turning his skin into goosebumps. While his tongue tried to catch up with his mind, her hand enveloped his as she tugged him out of the elevator. It seemed as though his night was just beginning, an extravagant beginning to the start of the end. With so many mirrors surrounding them, Marco couldn’t help but notice every angle and blindspot solicited by the reflections.  “So is this the part where you ask me how your dress looks?” already planning his response ahead of time. “Sure, do you like your men like you like your liquor?” asking a question of his own. 

Nora admired the man’s persistence. It seemed like he wasn’t willing to let go of their little game. Not one to lose, and hoping she might get him tangled up enough to spill some information, she stopped from leading him down the hallway towards the rest of the party. She turned and faced him with another smirk. “Well… I do like my liquor neat most of the time.” she said, taking her time to slowly straighten out his collar, letting her fingers just barely graze the edge of his neck as she looked up at him from under her lashes. “However, when its good quality and I’m feeling a bit more dangerous, I do like my liquor hard.”

The lights and load murmurs could be heard and seen from just out of range, they were getting close to the main floor now. The fox had other plans, not wanting the game of cat and mouse to end just yet. Again she attacked his skin, this time with the touch of her fingers on his neck. It wasn’t enough, she certainly had a knack for teasing which left him voracious for something more. “I think I have something like that back in my room, but I tend to like my drinks both shaken and stirred” he said as he took his finger and pushed a stray curl out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “So which one of the 3 girls are you? I didn’t get your name...just half your face” he asked trying to forage for some information. 

“I’m disappointed in your skills of observation. Not very useful for a potential partner to deal with the Wolfes. I’m obviously not the skittish blonde...what was her name,” Nora said, pretending to think. “Haley I think… And I never got the other little girl’s name, then again I doubt you did either. You were very busy protecting the honor of our cruise director,” she quipped sarcastically. “I’m sure we’ll get to know each other soon enough. I’m Nora. Nora Bellwood. And you’d be?”

“You wound me with your words, so quick to disarm me” Marco said “I concede though, I was distracted by that Ezra character.” The mention of heather triggered his memory from earlier and the handkerchief he had tucked within his blazer. “I don’t think there’s much honor there” Marco said testing the waters, wondering if she would pursue his bit of knowledge. “Nora, that’s a pretty name if only I could match your face with the name” he said playfully, “I’m Marco, Marco Ronquillo” laying on the accent thick when rolling his r’s. 

At the mention of the flamboyant Wolfe, Nora felt herself scowling just a bit, but she was intrigued by what he had said about Heather’s apparent lack of honor. “And what makes you think Miss Vandertulip isn’t as principled as she’d have us believe?” she asked. His name didn’t ring any bells off for Nora just as Haley’s hadn’t. It seems as if they were all really strangers after all. 

Marco caught her scowl no matter how small it was, “That’s a new look, it still suits you.” She did pick up on what he was putting down, “For as professional as she is I don’t think she knows how to separate work from pleasure. Guess that’s what happens when you’re too high strung in this environment” his lips were loose, only to see if he could trust this woman.

Nora was surprised at this new revelation. If he was insinuating what she thought he was insinuating then she wasn’t the only one with skeletons in her closet. Originally she had planned on prying whatever information she could out of the other guests before leaving them behind to fend for themselves. Having an ally, at least for the time being, might actually be the safer move. “Well Marco, I might have been too quick to judge you after all. With secrets like that I might have to keep you around for more than your good looks,” she said. Nora thought about revealing what was in her clutch, but there were too many prying eyes around now. She didn’t want to know what happened to the guests who didn’t play by the rules. The next time they were alone, however, she’d let him in on it. 

A waiter interrupted the two, carrying a tray of bubbly in glass flutes. “From the actual Champagne region of France,” he says from behind his mask. Nora doesn’t hesitate to take a flute, raising it up to Marco with a wink. “Too a fruitful future partnership,” she said before downing the entire thing in one long drink. It was a party after all. She replaced the empty glass, grabbing two more with a nod towards the waiter. Handing the second glass to Marco, she’d take this next one a bit slower, something to sip on as they entered the rest of the party. 

It wasn’t the place or time to discuss further secrets. The closer they got to the main room the less they could speak so freely. “I have a few other tricks up my sleeve, I hope you’re not just a pretty face yourself” he said as they were the first two to make it to the party. Marco took a flute for himself and toasted her glass, he was more skeptical about the champagne that she was. While it was impressive to see a girl with such vigor for drinking, Marco couldn’t help but stop her from downing the second flute. “I think you should slow down, champagne always has a way of sneaking up on you” he said keeping his own down by his waist.

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	I'm a grad student who likes to RP to stay sane in between all of the grants and research. That being said, I am busy, but will try to post no less than once every couple of days. I've been around on RPG for almost a decade so I like to think that I'm fairly seasoned at this whole thing. I don't have rules that I demand of my partners, but there is some guidelines I do have to keep things running smooth. So, down to the quick and dirty brass tax: _{I'm only interested in Advanced/High-Casual RPs} _{I don't have post minimums but understand I will most likely reflect what you give me. Write me a novel, I'll write you a sequel. Give me a short incisive action scene and I'll be sure to return the punches. I truly believe RPing is like a dance, so try to keep on beat.} _{I prefer female mains but love multiple characters & can be persuaded with the right idea.} _{I prefer MxF pairings, but again that's not set in stone. I do love a good buddy-cop pairing though as well.} _{Communication is big for me. You're stuck? Let me know. Going out of town? Let me know. On the run from the law? Let me know. I'm patient but don't like being ghosted.} _{Smut, drugs, and violence are all fine with me, as long as the story comes first. Keep it tasteful.}

	Here is a list of general pairings that I will normally jump at, very few questions asked. Some I'm currently craving, some I have plot ideas for, and some are just downright fun. Don't fret if you don't see a particular pairing on here, toss one at me and I'll let you know if it tickles my fancy. \|\| *Plot Idea* \|\| \|\| Currently Craving \|\| \|\| Currently Full \|\| _{Thief x Royalty} _{Pirate x Pirate} _{*Pirate x Royalty} _{Criminal Mastermind x Apprentice} _{Bodyguard x International Diplomat/Ambassador} _{Recovering Addict x Sponsor} _{WWII Solider x Resistance Member} _{Detective x Suspect} _{FBI x Witness} _{Maid x Prince*} _{Cyborg/AI x Owner}

	Here is a list of general genre and settings that I tend to gravitate towards. As always, don't see your favorite up there? Feel free to ask about it. \|\| *Plot Idea* \|\| \|\| Currently Craving \|\| \|\| Currently Full \|\| _{*Fantasy} _Sci-Fi _Grim-dark _Dystopian _{Post-Apocalyptic} _Steampunk _Cyberpunk _{New takes on classic mythology} _{Modern Supernatural} _{Fairy Tales Retold} _{Soulmates*}