MxF Descriptive tales of a flawed psyche.

[dramatis personae]

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#long-term, #short-term, , #low magic, #original characters, #fandoms
#romance, #medieval-fantasy, #cyberpunk, #world-building​

Hello, and thanks for taking a look at my request thread.

I'm drawn to stories that explore emotional highs and lows, inner turmoil, and the kind of characters who live in the grey — neither saints nor villains, but something far more human. I write flawed, realistic women, and I'm looking to pair them with equally flawed, emotionally complex male characters. To be upfront: I'm not here for smut without substance. Intimacy should deepen the narrative, not distract from it.

I'm looking for an experienced roleplayer who knows how to offer narrative hooks and respond to them — someone who can shift comfortably between two and five paragraphs as the scene demands. Ideally, you're familiar with narration, realistic dialogue, detailed description, and exposition — and you're happy to help make the world feel alive around our protagonists. I'm looking for someone who's proactive in shaping the narrative. Whether it's a small ripple or a major twist, each post should help move the plot forward.

I don't need perfection, but I do need a solid grasp of grammar to stay engaged. I love writing that indulges when the moment calls for it — but in roleplay, keeping the story alive matters just as much.

I also value consistent communication. If something comes up or your muse fades, I'd much rather hear from you than be left wondering. I'm flexible with pacing, but silence without context makes it hard to stay interested. A quick message goes a long way.

In the same vein, I'm looking to collaborate with writers who approach storytelling with curiosity and flexibility. Roleplay is a creative exchange — it asks us to toss ideas back and forth, experiment, and sometimes revise. That means feedback is part of the process, and I value partners who can engage in that without taking things personally. If you're someone who's deeply attached to every word or easily discouraged by constructive input, I might not be the right fit.


In Short

• Third person, past tense; unreliable narrator
• Rhythmically descriptive prose — 2 to 4 rich paragraphs per post, tempered by pacing
• Comfortable sharing world-building and secondary character duties
• Friendly, open, and honest communication with partners
• Eager to explore dark themes, provided the writing treats them with nuance
• Open to including sex in the story — type and frequency depend on the character

A Little More

• I prefer frequent replies and/or OOC chats to stay immersed. You'll rarely wait more than two days for a response from me — and I'd appreciate similar consistency from you. That said, I know everyone's rhythm is different, so I'd love to know yours early on. Whether you post daily, weekly, or somewhere in between, just let me know what to expect so we can stay on the same page.
• You don't need to bring me a fully fleshed-out arc — I want to build that together — but I do expect you to bring ideas and enthusiasm to the table.
• I usually kick things off with a loosely arranged plot, brainstormed with my writing partner. From there, I tend to build organically—drawing inspiration from the roleplay itself. I'm happy to share ideas OOC or weave them in IC, depending on your preference. If you prefer more structure upfront, that's totally fine too — just let me know what works best for you.
• My goal is always to make things fun and functional for both of us. If you're not enjoying it, feeling busy, or losing interest, just let me know. I don't take muse moods — those unpredictable creative swings — personally.
• Let's avoid packing too many subjects or emotional shifts into a single stretch of dialogue. When everything's stacked at once, it can feel like my character is being nudged through a script rather than responding organically. I prefer a natural rhythm—a back-and-forth that leaves space for tension, surprise, and genuine reaction.
• I'm always happy to revise my posts to accommodate realistic dialogue, especially when a scene calls for more attention to each line a character delivers. I just ask for the same openness in return. If something feels rushed or off, I want us both to feel comfortable speaking up.
• I use realistic digital art or photographs for character portraits — not manga-style. I'm unlikely to play without a visual reference.

Themes & word-bank Verisimilitude — Romance — Depth​ courtly love, patching them up after combat, bad person x good person strong woman x stronger man, exes falling right back into it partners in crime/adventure, monster x person, older x younger Stockholm & Lima syndrome, destructive relationships elite man x courtesan, arranged or tribal marriage​ Person versus self (inner turmoil) — Person versus society, nature, technology​ ascension & descent, tragedy & rebirth in any order or on their own, exploration of the psyche the hero's journey but also its opposite, corruption & destruction, magic with consequences, politics & intrigue, mental health issues done justice the password is wuthering heights so try to put it in your next message healing or creating emotional trauma, adventure and quest, coming of age forbidden love (no porn tropes please), religion & cults, duty vs desire shared (traumatic, optional) background or experience and many more​ Settings & Fandoms Medieval Fantasy Historical & Modern (magic in these might be a hard sell) Futuristic (Overwatch) Sci-Fi (Star Wars) Cyberpunk (Altered Carbon, Blade-runner) Post-Apocalyptic (Fallout)​ Favorites Forgotten Realms (magic with consequences) A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones) Harry Potter/Wizarding World (18+) The Witcher​

Writing Samples
I will not show you my best work; instead, I will show you a sample from various types of roleplay responses since they vary depending on the circumstances. Click on the names to reveal them!

The shortest kind, dialogue exchange

Whatever back and forth Christopher was going through while under her scrutiny was way more familiar a landscape for her than what had transpired between them in her kitchen barely a minute ago. One brow stood a little higher than the other in her expression, one she did not care to conceal from him when he glanced back at her and kept talking. Ramona listened, but seeing he made no shooing motion, nor appeared in any way more upset or stiff than he already was, communicated with her a positive for her intended approach further.

She stepped inside and closed the door merely a heartbeat before he got on his feet, holding their clothes in her left hand against her dusky form. His apology found a response in her shaking head and her soon free, right hand dismissing it with a wave, but only his literal proximity softened her dark features. Head tipped back for her eyes to hook onto his own, and Ramona nodded subtly to his words. "Who is this old man?" asked she and quietly so, deeply, narrowing her eyes a little, tilting her head aside, and moved the clothes from one to the other hand just so she could easier let them drop on the end of her bed. The woman had grown cooler, much cooler than before, but once her limbs were free they came to his meaty sides to loosely hold him just the same.

A longer rapid-fire post

The silence that followed was more familiar to her than his presence, yet the latter disturbed the former considerably. At the beginning, she shifted to lean back against the cave wall, facing the opening of the room and keeping Zar'vrae in her sights too. But as heartbeats turned into turns of the clock, her attention shifted from the potential dangers of the alive, although wet forest, to him.

She turned her head and made sure his eyes were sealed, but one glance to his face wasn't enough to reassure her of that. Afraid that he might be playing games with her, she kept checking whether his eyelids were stuck together for a good while before she allowed herself to visually explore him. Pale purples licked the contours of his cheeks and caressed the curves of his ears before slipping down towards the crook of his neck. They dipped further down where vest casted shadows on his skin and crept over it in ways they really shouldn't, following the up and down motion of his chest and abdomen as he breathed. She observed his attire and accessories anew, this time focusing on every little trinket and specifically taking note of his tiny instruments, then climbed back up to admire his arms, bare as they were.

Yet even after the slow, thorough travel of scrutiny her glance crawled back to his face and lingered on his eyebrows, his nose and the shape of his mouth, all of which made her even more aware of just how perfect he was for a performer. Mal'thrae had been destined for a position altogether different in life; she had not crossed paths with his kind often, willingly at least. Somehow here, now, in the absence of any other stimuli, the details of his appearance sang to her almost overwhelmingly loudly, causing not just her face but her whole body to warm up — a sort of stress response, albeit of a different type.

A starter in asynchronous writing

It had been a day and a half—or maybe it was just that every new day weighed heavier and heavier on her pale, freckled shoulders ever since the incident.

A good wife ought to forgive her husband, and make sure he would stay in the nest. Jack, however, had left the nest right around when she was the most vulnerable—or so they had thought. The pregnancy had turned out to be "just a cycle irregularity". Stress, the gynecologist had said, or other lifestyle factors were to blame. It had done little to soften the blow of his infidelity, nonetheless. It felt wrong to touch you, he had told her, then when she had felt more precious than ever, and Catherine had sobbed and yelled both, but let him stay just so they could try again.

It had all started so hopefully those seven years back. A handsome face and a charming smile that were supposed to stay in Salem only for a few days ended up being her everything. While Jack and she were studying, she had to compromise with the long distance relationship, but year after year, video call after video call and flight after flight, he had persuaded her to move out of Oregon and into Montana. We'll set up our own house. Jack's eyes had glinted with such excitement, and she had trusted in him and them, and had taken the plunge.

The marriage had been warm and heartfelt, but it had also come with tears. Her friends and family were not moving away from Oregon anytime soon, so uniting her life with her husband's brought forward a separation from everyone else's life… And she was looking forward to helping him out every step of the way—she had, after all, gotten her Bachelor's and was ready to work—but Jack had insisted. No longer would she need to work, and he had taken her student debt as one of his responsibilities.

It was all too good to be true. Their first home had been small, but Catherine hadn't minded—sacrifices were to be expected on the path to greatness. Yet three years later, and after moving to this residence, her handsome husband had proved that his looks were the only reliable quality he could provide her with.

She had taken to babysitting to relieve him of some of the burden the worse their finances got. Had she aimed for a real job, Catherine was not sure Jack's ego could take it. And she did not want to scratch it or burn it, but the silence and the tolerance only added to the frustrations within. It didn't help that he could not even provide her release half the times they got naked.

All she had been hoping for was time: if he could just keep on doing that a little longer, kiss her and touch her more, she could come, but some nights he was all too tired, and Catherine did her duty until he was spent and she was blushed up and down her neck. But satisfied, she was not.

This night he was out of the house, chasing some new opportunity that she couldn't bring herself to hope for. After she had come back from the Bedfords' house, the redhead had swept the porch and had gathered the fallen leaves from the trees surrounding their building, then put a casserole on the stove for nothing really creative. Macaroni and cheese was simple enough and filling too—she no longer felt like impressing Jack with new, hearty recipes. Chances were, by the time he got home it would be too late for dinner anyway. While the stove was still warm, and without using more power, she put some water in the pot and tossed a few tea leaves in it. It would get ready while she went to take a shower, unwilling to look as tired and worn for their land owner's visit as she felt.

After that, she took a few minutes to blow dry most of the wetness off her hair, and applied a sparse few drops of argan oil to the ends, brushing it back thoroughly until she was satisfied with the parting; it had to be exactly in the middle. She put on a pair of dusty rose panties and her white brassiere, a thin, sleeveless undershirt and her short-sleeved button-up shirt over it, before she slipped her ruddy red skirt on and pushed her feet into comfortable, brown leather slippers.

She didn't feel like eating, Catherine realized as she pressed her tiny pearl earrings onto her lobes, walking back into the kitchen. What am I going to say to him? Of course, it fell on her to explain their situation, and her stomach was in a knot made out of shame, guilt, and frustration. Not long after, the car's engine warned her of a new arrival. Must be him.

What she wanted was to give the man the money they owed him, but the only thing she could give him now were excuses.

If only she had not allowed herself to believe being a homemaker was a realistic scenario anymore. If only she had not moved here, if only she had not trusted Jack with everything. If only God hadn't made him this weak.

The visitor knocked. Chin up. She could almost hear her mother's voice in her ears, and her shoulders straightened, bringing the small, silver cross that adorned her pale collar out under the living room's light. With quiet steps and the murmurs of her thick skirt, she carried herself to the window next to the door, checked who was outside, and forced a smile on her rosy lips. She did not have time, nor energy to do her makeup like she used to back in college, but time had been kind thus far and she could get away with just a sheen of lipstick on most days.

Dotted fingers wrapped around the door handle and the keys in the lock, rotating and swirling, until the door was ajar. She pulled it open and shared that polite grimace with him and let her own scent of roses and sandalwood, as well as the leftover cooking smells, greet his nostrils.

"Hello, good evening," she welcomed him quietly, as if her guilt was pulling at her vocal chords. "Please, come in." It was his property, for fuck's sake, and how bitter the irony stung at the moment! Clear blue eyes met his face, then dived to the ground, only noticing the bottle in his grasp in the aftermath of her systole. A man of good manners. Was he going to kick them out? Or maybe he just means to sweeten the pill. She couldn't blame him for that, could she? With a step and a half backwards, she allowed him the space to walk in and tossed a careful, long look at the driveway and surrounding area.

Many more samples upon request; you can also check my posts on the forum, though keep in mind my writing adapts to the personality of the character I am playing and my fellow writer's energy.

Favorite	Yes	Maybe	No
• Story permeating all of our scenes, sexual or not • Effort & plot-twists • Realism & realistic depictions • Romance • Medieval-Fantasy and its fandoms • Anatomically correct characters • Traditionally masculine men	• Consensual & dub-consensual scenarios • Dark themes & violence • Original characters & Canon characters • Modern, Sci-Fi, Historical & Dystopian • Affection, touching, cuddling, dating • Foreplay, teasing, intercourse & outercourse • Imperfections in characters and sex	• Non-consensual scenarios • Sex as the focus of the roleplay • More than one main characters	1st person persp. 2nd person persp. Unrealistic sex Unrealistic bodies Unreallstic characters Zoophilia, animal anatomy & anthropoids Hyper / Macro / Micro / Mega Bathroom-related kinks Extreme bodily fluids Diapers & Infantilism Flexibility & Contortionism Vore

If you’ve read this far and feel like we’d click, don’t be shy — drop me a message and let’s see what kind of story we can build together.