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300 word minimum is pretty standard for casual level and up in my experience
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There's a panhandler who hangs out on the street corner by our dispensary every afternoon with a sign that just says "Green 4 Green?" and tbh, I respect my boy's confidence.
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Name: Taylor
Pronouns: They/them
Age: Mid 20s
Relationship: Married (happily, I might add)
Time Zone: Arizona (we hate daylight savings, so it's MST year-round)
Writing History: I've been on a number of different roleplaying websites for over a decade and a half
Hobbies: Writing, fitness, driving/exploring, hiking, camping, traveling, tabletop games, anything NEW (I love trying things I've never done before)
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Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
Posting Speed: Depending on my schedule, I can usually post at least once per week
Favorite Genres: Modern, Historical, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror/Dark, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Dystopian, can be convinced to write some Sci-Fi
Hard 'no's: Fandoms. Sorry, but I can't maintain interest in characters/worlds I didn't build with my partner
Template: Public threads or PMs. I prefer to keep all my RPs in one place, so no emails or G-docs or the like
Rating: Comfortable with 18+ content, but it's not a necessity and I prefer not to center a plot around explicit scenes
Level: Advanced. Will consistently provide around 400-700 words per post, but can occasionally leap to 2000+
Character preference: One main character, but large side casts are greatly enjoyed. Because I write long posts, I prefer not to double
Gender preference: Male. You'll be hard pressed to convince me to play a female that isn't a background character. It's just not my forte
Romantic Relationships: MxF or MxM (currently prefer MxM)
Character Images: Faceclaims or detailed descriptions only. I envision the characters like real people in my mind, so I can't take anime seriously
OOC chat: Yes please! I'm a total extrovert who loves to get to know the amazing minds behind my partners' characters

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That sounds good to me. We can have them be stuck with the rebels for a few days, then cross paths with the soldiers after that. I think all of that combined will convince Cas that he has to go back to the capital, so they could go quickly to get there
How much longer do you think they should stay outside the capital too? I think the only other event I've thought of for this part is when they run into a soldier who tells them that the prince is "dead"
It hadn’t been Caspian’s intention to make Iris flustered, but her reaction to seeing him without a shirt on was a pleasant stroke to his ego. He bit the tip of his tongue to stifle the smile that threatened to take over his lips. At home, he was used to walking around shirtless when he had nowhere to be, especially after he’d just gotten out of the shower. Since his family had servants of both sexes, he didn’t think much of it when there were others around to see him either. The only reason he’d been more conscious at Maisie’s place was because he’d felt a bit more out of his element there. Sharing a room at the pub with Iris, with no one else around, he was relaxed enough that his mindless habits had started to resurface.

In retrospect, he supposed he should have thought it through before he’d stepped out of the bathroom half naked. After all, Iris wasn’t a servant; she was a woman who had professed to have feelings for him. It wasn’t the same, and it had been impulsive of him to assume she would be unaffected by the sight he presented her with. However, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. The color that flooded her cheeks and the stammer in her voice were just too gratifying. Aside from the dark bruises on his midriff, he was proud of his physique. He’d taken after his father in his sturdy frame, and he was toned from his workout routine. Knowing that someone he found attractive thought he was too was a satisfying feeling.

“Thanks,” he said as evenly as he could, sitting down next to her and handing her the supplies to redress his arm. When she set to work, he took a steady breath to brace himself. It had only been a couple of days since Regis had stabbed him, so the process of treating the injury was still painful. In general, his soreness was starting to fade, and when he had something else to occupy his thoughts, he hardly noticed the persistent ache, but the unbinding of the old bandages brought the wound back to the forefront of his mind.

He bit his lip and curled his fingers into fists at his sides, wincing faintly as she patched him up. Although he was far from stoic, he was getting better at hiding his discomfort during the procedure. He managed not to make any noise until she was done. “Yeah, it feels snug,” he answered her question, shifting his arm slightly to make sure the bandages didn’t slip with the motion. In the next moment, the feeling of her hand on his chest made him pause, and he looked up to find that she was staring back at him. He fell quiet, studying her bright eyes. Her touch was warm against his skin, and his heart fluttered in belated response to their proximity. He even noticed that she smelled good up close. Everything about her was both comforting and enticing at the same time.

Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself leaning toward her. His eyes drifted shut and his right arm crossed over her lap to wrap around her waist as he met her lips in a tender kiss.
I'm excited for when they end up with the rebels again. Can't wait to see what Ethan does!
While Iris was in the shower, Cas stayed on the bed, propping his good arm underneath his head and closing his eyes. He was tempted to doze off, but knowing how thoughtful she could be, he was pretty sure she would just let him keep sleeping if he passed out before she got back. Though he was tired, he still wanted to get cleaned up before he went to bed for the night. So, instead of drifting off all the way, he just rested his eyes until he heard the water turn off followed by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

As she approached the bed, he sat up again and stretched his back, stifling a weary yawn. His eyes swept over her, and he made room for her to sit next to him. As always, he was tempted to stare because he found her so beautiful. The pink tint in her cheeks was attractive, and he thought she was effortlessly pretty with her damp hair and skin. It was a wonder he’d even managed not to stay away from her for a few days after she’d helped him escape from her crazy father.

“Thanks,” he said, leaning forward to get up from the bed. However, before he could stand, he paused at the feeling of her hand over his. Turning back to her, he listened as she told him that he could talk to her too. It was something he already knew and had taken her up on once when they were in Bel Bicis, but he liked hearing her say it again. “Thank you for that,” he sighed, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek before he rose to his feet. “I don’t think you can know just how much I appreciate it.” Before her, the only other person he’d felt like he could open up to completely was his mother. His father was too critical to confide in—the king would just find a way to pin blame on him if he was ever upset about something—and his friends almost always shied away from conversations that didn’t involve partying or women. For the last six years, he’d been told and convinced that he had to handle everything on his own, so it was nice to know that there was now someone else around who was willing to share his burdens.

“I’ll try not to take too long,” he assured Iris as he headed into the bathroom to wash up. Closing the door behind him, he turned on the water and stripped off his clothes while he waited a few seconds for it to heat up. Like the shower at Maisie’s place, he couldn’t get it very hot, but it was still warm enough to soothe his tired muscles when he stepped underneath the low-pressure stream. Enjoying the way it felt, he took a couple minutes to stand in the water without doing anything, closing his eyes as it flowed pleasantly over his head and shoulders. He didn’t want to leave Iris alone for too long though, so after he’d dawdled for a short while, he scrubbed the dirt from his skin and hair turned the water back off.

Pulling the curtain aside, he saw that there was still one unused towel left. He picked it up and quickly dried his hair before wrapping it around his waist and stepping over the side of the tub. As always, the feeling of being clean was something he relished, and he approached the mirror to straighten his hair a little before he would put his clothes back on. Looking at his own reflection, he could see that some of the injuries he’d gotten toward the beginning of his abduction were starting to fade a little, but for the most part, he was still checkered with cuts and bruises. It’s no wonder no one seems to recognize me out here, he thought as he gently touched the scabbed-over cut on his cheek. Between the injuries and the fact that he hadn’t had access to a razor in a week, his appearance was practically a disguise by itself. He hardly even recognized the man staring back at him in the mirror.

With a shake of his head, he picked up his jeans and put them back on, though he didn’t do the same with his shirt. It had been a while since the last time he’d redressed the stab wound on his arm, so he wanted to treat it again before he went to sleep. It would be easier to do that without holding a sleeve out of the way. Tossing the loose shirt over his right shoulder, he ambled back into the bedroom and over to the backpack he’d left at the foot of the bed. “Hey, Iris?” he asked while he gathered the bandages he needed. “Do you mind helping me out with my arm real quick? You were right yesterday when you said it’s easier if someone else changes out the dressing.”
Yeah, Iris's comment got Cas a little bit xD He was more startled by it than anything else though
When Iris admitted that she hadn’t slept well at Maisie’s apartment, Cas recalled how upset she’d been the evening before. He still didn’t know entirely what had caused her to be so distressed, but he wasn’t surprised to find out that whatever it was had kept her up all night. The thought of her tossing and turning, then soldiering on even after she had developed a fever brought a frown to his lips. As he got to know her better, he was starting to realize that she was terrible at taking care of herself. He was going to have to pay closer attention to her when they kept moving just in case she ended up trying to neglect her wellbeing again. He didn’t want to see her get hurt because she was too stubborn to rest when her body needed a break.

“Well, if you need someone to talk to, you can come to me,” he offered, stretching his legs out on the bed as his weariness began to creep over him a bit more. “And… I’m sorry I didn’t do more to help you when we were staying with Maisie. Back then, I was still trying not to get too close to you, so I thought it would be better for your friend to be your shoulder to cry on rather than me. If I ever made you feel like I didn’t care about you, I promise that wasn’t my intention. I care about you more than most people, Iris.” As he made the confession, he felt his face grow warm. Even though it was true, it was still a pretty big truth to admit. He hoped she would take it in a positive way and not assume he was moving too quickly.

At her following jest about making sure no one had snuck up on them while they were staying in the bomb shelter, he snorted. He knew she was just trying to cover her ass by pretending like she’d been a vigilant guard. It was more likely, in his opinion, that she had slept too deeply to find out one way or the other. “Right,” he drawled in disbelief. “If you’re so busy ‘keeping watch,’ then why do you care about whether or not I snore now?”

He was glad that she had taken him up on his offer to let her shower first though. Now that he was aware of her neglectful habits, he’d privately taken it upon himself to make sure her basic needs were met. Technically a shower wasn’t a basic need, since there wouldn’t be any major repercussions if she skipped out on taking one, but he hoped it would help her sleep better at least. He knew that whenever he bathed before he went to bed, he always seemed to sleep more soundly, comfortable with clean fabric pulled over his clean skin. It was a heavenly feeling.

Parting his lips to agree that he’d wait to use the shower after she was done, he faltered when she spoke first and told him not to peek. Why did she have to say it in a way that almost makes it sound like a dare? He groaned inwardly. Although he would never actually spy on a woman while she was bathing, he hated how flustered he was by the idea of it. “I won’t,” he folded his arms somewhat indignantly while she hurried into the bathroom to take her shower. Once she was gone, he let out his breath in a long exhale and laid down on the bed, making himself comfortable until it was his turn to take advantage of the running water and trying not to let his thoughts wander into territory that he didn’t want them to go while she was washing up in the adjacent room.
Yeah, Cas is kind of in the middle ground when it comes to a sexual history xD He's not completely inept because he's had short-term girlfriends before, but he's never gotten further than making out with them, so he always short circuits a little when he thinks about doing more than that.

Yay xD I enjoy writing out his awkward slip ups haha. He's decent at being smooth, but he still messes up when he gets impulsive
“Or just a blessing,” Cas added, setting the backpack down by the side of the bed along with his discarded hoodie. He kicked off his shoes as well before making himself comfortable on the mattress, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his legs. Upon opening the bag of goodies he’d taken, he went for the bottle of water first, parched after their long walk they’d had to get to Eulmore. He downed almost half of it while Iris talked about how far confidence could get someone. That was a truth he’d learned throughout his life too. Growing up in a heavily political environment, he’d had to teach himself how to put on a sure face even when he wasn’t secure in his abilities. It was a necessary skill, according to his father, since no one would take him seriously as a king if he didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing. He thought it was a useful tool, but sometimes it was exhausting to pretend like he was more self-assured than he really was.

“Me too,” he agreed with her statement about the running water. “It’ll be nice to wash off all the grit from the last district.” Capping the bottle, he set it down by his hip as he took out the sandwich to eat next. Ever since they’d laid on the street during the bombing, he had been covered in a thin layer of dust and ash. A lot of it had fallen off his skin and clothes as they’d walked, but he still felt dirty. The shower he’d taken at Maisie’s apartment hadn’t lasted nearly long enough, so he was thankful that he had a second chance to scrub off the grime of traveling through a warzone before they moved on to the next district.

Falling quiet for a moment, he focused on filling his stomach with the fresh food the bartender had given them. It may not have been of the same quality as the meals he’d been spoiled with in the capital, but it was a major step up from the questionable fares in the backpack. In a matter of minutes, he’d devoured it ravenously and was chasing the small meal with what was left of his water. With a full belly and a roof over his head, he anticipated that he was going to sleep well that night.

Apparently Iris had the same thought when she spoke about being able to lock the door. “Did you not get decent rest at Maisie’s place?” he asked, turning toward her with a frown after he balled up the empty paper bag and tossed it in the wastebasket. Even sleeping on the sofa, he’d felt well-rested when he’d woken up in the morning. He’d noticed that she had seemed tired before they’d left Tongsen, but he had assumed her lethargy was because of her fever. The possibility that she hadn’t slept well hadn’t crossed his mind.

At her last comment, he rolled his eyes. “Not unless it’s springtime allergy season,” he replied. “Although you should already know that I’m not a snorer, since you weren’t that far away from me when we were sleeping in the bunker.” He tossed his empty water bottle into the wastebasket too. “Do you want to take a shower tonight or tomorrow? I was thinking about washing up before I go to bed, but you can go first if you’d like. I don’t mind waiting a little longer.”
That, and he's a guy who's never been with anyone for 24 years, so he can't help that he's curious to know what it would be like xD

I also couldn't pass up the chance for another awkward moment for him cx He's not very good at picking up on innuendos until he accidentally says them out loud lmao
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