Rules:
-I roleplay 14+
*I can basically handle everything besides smut, I can handle gore, violence, anything, but smut- nope- I won't write it
-Trigger tags
*If you have a trigger, please inform me beforehand as I do not wish to trigger you with my writing
-Fandom roleplays
*I can roleplay with OC's, if OC x OC or OC x Canon-Character I don't care, but I'm totally cool with OC's
*If you roleplay a canon character, I'm fine with a little OOC'ness, but go too OOC and I will call you out on it
-Length
*How much you write is how much you’ll be given back, if you write a one liner I’ll write a one liner in return, if you write eight paragraphs I’ll write about that as well
*The least I will write is three sentences; the most I can write is four paragraphs
Stories:
-Horror:
The Forest:
Trapped in a forest that never seems to end, no matter how fast or how long you run you always find yourself looping back to the same shack in the woods, night and day work like normal; time goes by and plants grow and die. You would be safe- but at night is when the creatures come out to feed, hundred of flesh eating creatures, fast, deadly, and can only be killed by sunlight.
Two humans live in the forest, it started out as a small group but soon most died, now the two who are left must find a way to get out of the forest once and for all.
School Life:
Kill or be killed was the only rule they gave us as they trapped us in an abandoned highschool, latched up tight so no one could get in- or out. We could live here for the rest of our lives in peace, or we could kill each other until only one was left and they would be free. Some wanted to be safe so they chose peace, but that didn’t last long, wanting some action the person who trapped us here let out a deadly beast, soon it killed off everyone, everyone besides two, who must now either kill the best, kill each other, or be killed.
The Wendigo:
A Wendigo is a creature who feasted on human flesh, then died and was reborn, it fast, deadly, and smart. It takes people and ties them up in their cave to feed on them later, slowly draining the life from them to make them easier to feast upon, you get less screaming from someone who is half dead.
One day while out in the woods someone finds a person who had been tied up to be feasted upon, the thing is, they weren’t dead.
Now they must escape the woods or be eaten.
Dolls:
The Doctor had always been obsessed with making dolls; he wanted to preserve the beauty of people by making dolls that looked like them. But soon making dolls that looked like them wasn’t enough, he wanted to make dolls of them, taking their eyes and mouths a limbs off and making them into dolls.
The Doctor had a daughter who didn’t know of his doll makings, and only thought that the gifts of dolls he gave her were store bought, not real human limbs.
One day while looking for her father she went where she was not supposed to go and found another person a few years older than her, locked up in a cell, screaming that they didn’t want to be turned into a doll.
That’s when there was a crash, and suddenly all the dolls that had made from humans came to life, and they sought revenge on the doctor.
-Fantasy:
Books:
Everyone has always wanted to travel inside their favorite books, what if one night while you were sleeping the next day you awoke in your book. But it’s not at all what it was made out to be, the land of fairies and magic is actually an anarchy governed fight to survive.
You meet a side character and together you fight to live.
-Mystery:
WIP
-Action:
WIP
Fandoms:
Avengers
Homestuck
Sherlock
Supernatural
Zelda
Creepy Pasta
Doctor Who
Harry Potter
Hannibal
Star Trek
Welcome to the Night vale
Hunger Games
Divergent
Don't Hug me I'm scared
Animes:
Dangan Ronpa
Fma
Soul eater
Death note
Attack on Titan
Ouran Highschool Host club
Angel Beats
--All of this is WIP but go ahead and post
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Bio
hey hey im ryan or jeremy!
im nearly 16 (birthday is 9/7), i really like stuff like water and plants, im a wiccin/paganist whos trying to be a vegetarian, and a sociology/psychology student!
my gender is really complicated so i identify as a (trans/demi)boy for simplicity sake, and my sexuality is asexual and idekanymore-romantic, but i think im grey-aro, idk
im nearly 16 (birthday is 9/7), i really like stuff like water and plants, im a wiccin/paganist whos trying to be a vegetarian, and a sociology/psychology student!
my gender is really complicated so i identify as a (trans/demi)boy for simplicity sake, and my sexuality is asexual and idekanymore-romantic, but i think im grey-aro, idk
Most Recent Posts
*tugs softly on ear to suggest a roleplay* would you be interested in a mix between Celb x hater and roommates?
The hater rents out a room to the celb because they're desperate and don't think to get to know their new roommate only to find they're now rooming with a hated celebrity
The hater rents out a room to the celb because they're desperate and don't think to get to know their new roommate only to find they're now rooming with a hated celebrity
Micheal looked over and noticed she had taken a step back from him when he had said what kind of thing provoked him to yell, he almost felt bad, he didn't mean to freak her out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound...threatening-" that was the correct word, was it not? "-, I guess I get kind of carried away when I talk about things like that." He pushed up his glasses and looked at the floor, "and I suppose so, not many people understand my idea of 'provoked yelling', for most it's something like- them yelling first, something like that. For me it's offensive behavior, I once slapped a man for making a 'get back in the kitchen joke'." He was talking without really knowing that he was talking, he really could get carried away and he never really realized how he might sound insane, dangerous, psychopathic, all of the above was true, really.
He thought so at least.
He snapped out of his thought when she mentioned taking a grand tour of the town, "alright. that sounds nice, maybe it'll cool down a little by the time we're back." He smiled softly, "oh, and, I don't believe I've caught your name, as you've probably gathered, I'm Micheal, but you can call me Mich if you'd like."
He thought so at least.
He snapped out of his thought when she mentioned taking a grand tour of the town, "alright. that sounds nice, maybe it'll cool down a little by the time we're back." He smiled softly, "oh, and, I don't believe I've caught your name, as you've probably gathered, I'm Micheal, but you can call me Mich if you'd like."
"I'm not too good at walking, I've always been more verbal than physical." I think "Besides, I only yell about important issues, I don't yell without being provoked, and I only yell at the ignorant. Like when people disrespect woman, or tell triggering jokes, because that is something to yell about." He said, his eyes flared up a bit and you could almost see the vein pulsing in his head. He brushed his fingers through his hair and instantly calmed down.
"But, unless like I said. I don't yell unless provoked." He smiled softly.
"But, unless like I said. I don't yell unless provoked." He smiled softly.
"Oh god, if I can't stand humid air." He knew that much at least, on the warmer days in Alaska it would get so humid that his hair would puff up to his original state and then puff up five times worse. It was truly embarrassing.
"So, how is the school here? I'm not very good with social situations. If it's too bad I'll probably end up yelling at someone, people can be pretty annoying sometimes and yelling is really all I know what to do when people annoy me, they usually leave you alone after that." He was rambling now like he always did once he was more comfortable with a person,
"So, how is the school here? I'm not very good with social situations. If it's too bad I'll probably end up yelling at someone, people can be pretty annoying sometimes and yelling is really all I know what to do when people annoy me, they usually leave you alone after that." He was rambling now like he always did once he was more comfortable with a person,
"Alaska was pretty cold yeah, snow in the summer wasn't even unusual, all this heat is extremely strange to me." He shrugged, he was just trying to describe Alaska to the best of his memory, he had only been there for a year and most of that year had been spent in a hospital and then with his aunt as he readied to move. Really, he didn't remember the place all too much and it felt more to him that he had only been there on vacation rather than lived there his whole life.
Micheal blinked and then her words registered completely and he laughed a little, brushing back his hair.
"I'll keep that in mind, after all it's always the lady-like ones who are into the most perverted things." He joked right back, so far he liked this girl, she wasn't upset that he had been 'spying' on her but instead joked about it, he liked that. "They should compensate with something for all that charming class'," He smirked to himself, by his tone you could tell he really meant 'annoying prude-ness'. He wondered if by offending her sister he had offended her, but by the way her voice sounded when she spoke of her sister, he guessed not.
"I'll keep that in mind, after all it's always the lady-like ones who are into the most perverted things." He joked right back, so far he liked this girl, she wasn't upset that he had been 'spying' on her but instead joked about it, he liked that. "They should compensate with something for all that charming class'," He smirked to himself, by his tone you could tell he really meant 'annoying prude-ness'. He wondered if by offending her sister he had offended her, but by the way her voice sounded when she spoke of her sister, he guessed not.
Once Micheal had left the house he felt 500% more at ease, and judging by how the redhead next to him seemed to be breathing once again he assumed she was more at ease as well, yet she still dragged on her words, either this was a habit or she didn't know what to say.
"Yeah," he said, 'yeah', a much more calming word that yes. When he was in the company of his aunt he tried to be as proper as he could possibly be, when he had first come to live with her he had acted very childish; mostly because he was still trying to regain normal conversation skills- And that seemed to make his aunt very upset, like that wasn't how he used to be, and acting so different upset her he assumed.
It was so annoying to have to act like some proper gentlemen whenever he was with his aunt, he didn't want her to be upset, usually he wouldn't care- but she had taken him in when there was no one else. So, he felt indebted to her.
He wondered if he should add on where he had moved from, deciding that he probably should end the awkward silence he did, "I lived in Alaska with my parents before this." That was enough information he thought, knowing too much about him so early would probably freak her out, he didn't think people usually would blurt out 'I live with my aunt now because my parents are dead and I have amnesia so no one else wanted to take care of me', no, he didn't think he could even tell someone that if he knew them for years. The only people know knew were his aunt, him, and the state.
And of course, those who had left him.
"Oh...And I'm sorry about looking into your room the other day, I guess I wasn't really paying attention and I found myself looking without really meaning to." That was a good apology, right? He was so terrible with apologizing, usually he just yelled at people who pissed him off, but he wasn't pissed off (for once) so he didn't know what to say.
He was not good at talking to new people from what he gathered, when the moving men had asked him if he was excited about moving he had laughed nervously and nodded, they didn't try to talk to him much after that.
Such a shame to be so angry and so ready to yell, but too nervous to yell at anyone until you get used to them and then not want to yell at them.
This was why he liked the internet better, there, he was so much more confident, and was able to rant and laugh at the people who called him a freak or tell him he was overreacting, on the internet you didn't have to see the anger in their eyes, or the sadness, as you yelled at them.
"Yeah," he said, 'yeah', a much more calming word that yes. When he was in the company of his aunt he tried to be as proper as he could possibly be, when he had first come to live with her he had acted very childish; mostly because he was still trying to regain normal conversation skills- And that seemed to make his aunt very upset, like that wasn't how he used to be, and acting so different upset her he assumed.
It was so annoying to have to act like some proper gentlemen whenever he was with his aunt, he didn't want her to be upset, usually he wouldn't care- but she had taken him in when there was no one else. So, he felt indebted to her.
He wondered if he should add on where he had moved from, deciding that he probably should end the awkward silence he did, "I lived in Alaska with my parents before this." That was enough information he thought, knowing too much about him so early would probably freak her out, he didn't think people usually would blurt out 'I live with my aunt now because my parents are dead and I have amnesia so no one else wanted to take care of me', no, he didn't think he could even tell someone that if he knew them for years. The only people know knew were his aunt, him, and the state.
And of course, those who had left him.
"Oh...And I'm sorry about looking into your room the other day, I guess I wasn't really paying attention and I found myself looking without really meaning to." That was a good apology, right? He was so terrible with apologizing, usually he just yelled at people who pissed him off, but he wasn't pissed off (for once) so he didn't know what to say.
He was not good at talking to new people from what he gathered, when the moving men had asked him if he was excited about moving he had laughed nervously and nodded, they didn't try to talk to him much after that.
Such a shame to be so angry and so ready to yell, but too nervous to yell at anyone until you get used to them and then not want to yell at them.
This was why he liked the internet better, there, he was so much more confident, and was able to rant and laugh at the people who called him a freak or tell him he was overreacting, on the internet you didn't have to see the anger in their eyes, or the sadness, as you yelled at them.
After sitting in the window for ten minutes, food untouched besides for the smalls picks off of the brownie he had decided to snack on, Micheal decided to go take a shower. Pulling off his shirt he walked across the hall in just his pants and got in the shower, deciding to have a cold shower rather than a hot one.
He wasn't used to the heat of the summer, even with his memory gone his body wasn't used to all this heat. He used to live in Alaska where snowing in the summer was not unusual, as he set his glasses on the table near the sink and stepped in he shivered at the cold water but then soon grew used to it, he washed his black hair and cleaned himself, after a while he just stood in the cold water, his eyes closed.
He stepped out of the shower when he felt his fingers turning into the texture of raisins, he wrapped a towel around himself and put on his glasses, walking to his bedroom and then getting dressed.
Too hot to put on a shirt, instead, Micheal just pulled on some boxers and laid on top of his covers, uncomfortable in all this heat. But soon it made him drift into unconsciousness and he slept without dreams.
"Micheal! Micheal! It's time to wake up sweetheart!" May knocked on his door several times, he felt so groggy and out of place on the bed, this damn jet-lag was messing up his motions.
"Micheal, get up, the neighbors are coming over today!"
'The neighbors?' He opened it eyes and sighed "Which neighbors?"
"The one's right across from us."
"Alright...I'm up." He muttered sleepily before burying his head back into the pillow.
He groaned loudly as he sat up, brushing his hair out of his face he grabbed his glasses and put them on, blinking tiredly and then getting up completely.
He walked to his suitcase which he hadn't unpacked yet and got dressed, a white button up shirt with a black vest, a black tie, and dark blue jeans. It was his favorite outfit and he wanted to make an 'okay' first impression, so he decided to wear this, maybe the neighbors would like it as well, not like he cared about what they thought, but he didn't want them to hate him right off that bat.
As he walked downstairs, his messy black hair having been slicked down with product so it didn't look too bad, he spotted two girls already in the living room with his aunt, she must have invited them in already.
They looked to be twins, one extremely loud and girlish, the other looking uncomfortable and boyish. The loud ones voice almost wanted to make him yell to shut up but he fought the instinct and instead walked over to the boyish one. It took him a few seconds before he realized this was the girl who he had been not-so spying on.
This just furthered his interest in her.
He walked over to them but before he could get away with talking to just the short haired redhead his aunt had spotted him "Oh! Micheal, dear, these are the neighbors girls, they are so charming."
Charming? The girlish one, perhaps but the boyish one looked just like she wanted to leave already.
Micheal said nothing instead of voicing his opinion, he didn't want his aunt to get angry at him.
"You seem to be busy talking to-."
"This is Anais." His aunt introduced her for him.
"-Anais. So, why don't I talk to her sister, wouldn't want her to see left out, eh?" He questioned, a small charming directed at his aunt. She grinned at him and nodded, "so polite."
Micheal looked at the short haired redhead and nodded once, "so, would you like to join me outside?" He asked, dying to get out of this place so he could drop the suave polite boy act that he only upheld for his aunt.
He wasn't used to the heat of the summer, even with his memory gone his body wasn't used to all this heat. He used to live in Alaska where snowing in the summer was not unusual, as he set his glasses on the table near the sink and stepped in he shivered at the cold water but then soon grew used to it, he washed his black hair and cleaned himself, after a while he just stood in the cold water, his eyes closed.
He stepped out of the shower when he felt his fingers turning into the texture of raisins, he wrapped a towel around himself and put on his glasses, walking to his bedroom and then getting dressed.
Too hot to put on a shirt, instead, Micheal just pulled on some boxers and laid on top of his covers, uncomfortable in all this heat. But soon it made him drift into unconsciousness and he slept without dreams.
"Micheal! Micheal! It's time to wake up sweetheart!" May knocked on his door several times, he felt so groggy and out of place on the bed, this damn jet-lag was messing up his motions.
"Micheal, get up, the neighbors are coming over today!"
'The neighbors?' He opened it eyes and sighed "Which neighbors?"
"The one's right across from us."
"Alright...I'm up." He muttered sleepily before burying his head back into the pillow.
He groaned loudly as he sat up, brushing his hair out of his face he grabbed his glasses and put them on, blinking tiredly and then getting up completely.
He walked to his suitcase which he hadn't unpacked yet and got dressed, a white button up shirt with a black vest, a black tie, and dark blue jeans. It was his favorite outfit and he wanted to make an 'okay' first impression, so he decided to wear this, maybe the neighbors would like it as well, not like he cared about what they thought, but he didn't want them to hate him right off that bat.
As he walked downstairs, his messy black hair having been slicked down with product so it didn't look too bad, he spotted two girls already in the living room with his aunt, she must have invited them in already.
They looked to be twins, one extremely loud and girlish, the other looking uncomfortable and boyish. The loud ones voice almost wanted to make him yell to shut up but he fought the instinct and instead walked over to the boyish one. It took him a few seconds before he realized this was the girl who he had been not-so spying on.
This just furthered his interest in her.
He walked over to them but before he could get away with talking to just the short haired redhead his aunt had spotted him "Oh! Micheal, dear, these are the neighbors girls, they are so charming."
Charming? The girlish one, perhaps but the boyish one looked just like she wanted to leave already.
Micheal said nothing instead of voicing his opinion, he didn't want his aunt to get angry at him.
"You seem to be busy talking to-."
"This is Anais." His aunt introduced her for him.
"-Anais. So, why don't I talk to her sister, wouldn't want her to see left out, eh?" He questioned, a small charming directed at his aunt. She grinned at him and nodded, "so polite."
Micheal looked at the short haired redhead and nodded once, "so, would you like to join me outside?" He asked, dying to get out of this place so he could drop the suave polite boy act that he only upheld for his aunt.
Micheal watched the redheaded girl who stuck her head out the window, not noticing him at first, but once she did fell down and then crawled off, either to inform someone he had been watching her, or going somewhere else, maybe to watch him as well.
From what Micheal had seen she was a redhead and was wearing casual clothing, she had looked rather disgruntled before noticing him so he guessed something must have upset her, he wondered what it had been.
He decided he should do one of two things, apologize or just go away.
Not being the best at apologizing he decided to just step away from his window, a faint blush on his cheeks.
He couldn't decide what to do, should he seek her out and try and make friends? Should he close his window and go downstairs? Sh- Before he could finish the thought he heard his aunt calling him downstairs.
"Micheal! Micheal! Get down here!"
Micheal stood up completely and brushed back his hair, grabbing a comb out of his bag he combed through it quickly so it was its silky straight self again and then walked downstairs, straightening his loose tie that he had decided to wear today.
Walking downstairs he kept his arms crossed around his chest like he usually did when he was thinking.
"Yes, May?" He questioned, he had a polite yet sharp voice, soothing and articulate. If he said that he didn't talk to himself just because he liked the sound of his voice he would be lying.
"This is our neighbor, they came over to welcome us."
'that was quick, they must have been planning this since they saw the 'for sale sign' go away' Micheal thought, he put on a small polite smile and nodded at the woman who was in their doorway. He wondered if this was the mother of the girl who he had accidentally been spying on.
A few moments later the woman had left, leaving them with a batch of brownies she had home made.
"Wasn't that sweet of her to bake us these?"
"Yes...I suppose so."
May looked at him sadly.
"You sound like you're over-thinking again darling, why don't you get something to eat and-"
"I'm not hungry, thank you."
"You haven't ate in a da-"
"May, I'll eat when I'm hungry, okay?" Micheal stated, sounding slightly impatient with his motherly aunt, yet when she saw she had a hurt look in her eyes he sighed and walked over; wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm fine aunty, I'm just not hungry, too anxious, I'll eat in a bit, is that fine?"
She smiled softly and nodded, kissing him in the head.
"I'm just looking out for you dear."
"I know, May."
May convinced him to take a plate of food upstairs in case he did get hungry, walking upstairs he held the plate of white-meat chicken and fried rice with a small brownie on the side of the plate.
The girl with red hair had been completely erased from his mind until he stepped into his doorway and saw his open window.
He walked over to it and sat down, deciding this was a good a place to eat as any.
He was also half hoping at getting a chance to talk to the redheaded girl.
From what Micheal had seen she was a redhead and was wearing casual clothing, she had looked rather disgruntled before noticing him so he guessed something must have upset her, he wondered what it had been.
He decided he should do one of two things, apologize or just go away.
Not being the best at apologizing he decided to just step away from his window, a faint blush on his cheeks.
He couldn't decide what to do, should he seek her out and try and make friends? Should he close his window and go downstairs? Sh- Before he could finish the thought he heard his aunt calling him downstairs.
"Micheal! Micheal! Get down here!"
Micheal stood up completely and brushed back his hair, grabbing a comb out of his bag he combed through it quickly so it was its silky straight self again and then walked downstairs, straightening his loose tie that he had decided to wear today.
Walking downstairs he kept his arms crossed around his chest like he usually did when he was thinking.
"Yes, May?" He questioned, he had a polite yet sharp voice, soothing and articulate. If he said that he didn't talk to himself just because he liked the sound of his voice he would be lying.
"This is our neighbor, they came over to welcome us."
'that was quick, they must have been planning this since they saw the 'for sale sign' go away' Micheal thought, he put on a small polite smile and nodded at the woman who was in their doorway. He wondered if this was the mother of the girl who he had accidentally been spying on.
A few moments later the woman had left, leaving them with a batch of brownies she had home made.
"Wasn't that sweet of her to bake us these?"
"Yes...I suppose so."
May looked at him sadly.
"You sound like you're over-thinking again darling, why don't you get something to eat and-"
"I'm not hungry, thank you."
"You haven't ate in a da-"
"May, I'll eat when I'm hungry, okay?" Micheal stated, sounding slightly impatient with his motherly aunt, yet when she saw she had a hurt look in her eyes he sighed and walked over; wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm fine aunty, I'm just not hungry, too anxious, I'll eat in a bit, is that fine?"
She smiled softly and nodded, kissing him in the head.
"I'm just looking out for you dear."
"I know, May."
May convinced him to take a plate of food upstairs in case he did get hungry, walking upstairs he held the plate of white-meat chicken and fried rice with a small brownie on the side of the plate.
The girl with red hair had been completely erased from his mind until he stepped into his doorway and saw his open window.
He walked over to it and sat down, deciding this was a good a place to eat as any.
He was also half hoping at getting a chance to talk to the redheaded girl.
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