MxF 𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕺𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘 — a dark romance (updating)

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NEVER BE PURE AGAIN —

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Welcome to 𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕺𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘! This is my interest check for my more dark and gritty romances that don't overlap with any fandoms. Original characters and plots are what I'm looking for, but I'm also not opposed to creating a story inspired by movies or books! There are going to be multiple plots and genres listed here, and I'll keep adding as I think of new ones. They will range in genres, and will either be realistic or have a sort of supernatural/fantasy element to them! I'm happy to double up for plots or to even write couples for different plots, so just let me know what you prefer! Down below, you will find some information about me and what I'm looking for in a partner, as well as some other information! Plots will be posted in separate messages below this one! Happy reading!

About Me —
• Advanced Roleplayer. I consider myself an advanced roleplayer as I've been doing it for 12+ years at this point. I write detailed, multi-paragraph posts, and I tend to like the novella style when the occasion calls for it. On average, my posts come out at around 1.2k to 2k words, although I can write more if I'm really feeling inspired. Sometimes, I can do shorter posts (around 700 - 800), but I feel more comfortable with longer posts.

• Posting Frequency. I'm someone who is either exceedingly quick at replying (we're talking hours), or sometimes I need a month or two before I can reply. My life is dictated by my health and my animals, so sometimes I might be unavailable. However, if inspiration strikes and my schedule allows it, I could go all day throwing replies back and forth. Genuinely one of my favorite things to do!

• OOC Chatter. So I am a bit of a yapper and I love gushing about my ships and characters. I make aesthetic boards, playlists, come up with HCs, and I plot things as far out as possible. I really like having an active dialogue with my partners, but I also understand that some people prefer to discuss things as they occur, so I can do that as well!

• Relaxed Posting. Despite the fact I can post a few hours after you, I understand not everyone has that luxury. I'm probably one of the most laid-back people when it comes to responses, I've literally gone on year long breaks with people before picking up where we left off. Just keep me in the loop, and everything is good!

• Dynamic Characters. Since I've been around the block a lot, I have learned to put a lot of energy into creating dynamic characters. I love playing complex individuals and ones who change throughout the story and change the story themselves. I have a lot of fun really diving into my characters, so character sheets are a must. That means I also look for dynamic partners to play against them! I like characters with depth!

• Doubling. I love doubling because I can focus on two different characters and explore multiple storylines! I am fully down to double and play two couples in one plot or have two separate plots (which can be in the same universe or a different one entirely). If you will play a male love interest for me, I'm more than happy to return the favor.

• Ghosting. To be completely transparent, I don't mind ghosting if it occurs before characters are created and the in-character posts have started. Sometimes, people don't click, and that's completely fine. If we have been writing and I don't hear from you, I will check in once before I assume it is dead and move on. If you ever want to pick stuff back up though, just message me!

• F-List. You can read through my list here, although I'm sure there are things I haven't added or properly updated, so if you have any questions about it, please bring them up in PMs! [Since F-List is down right now, my DISLIKES are bathroom related things, mutilation, anal, force feeding, extreme humiliation, vore, petplay, gore (in sexual contexts), death, rimming, raceplay, age-regression, ddlg, and there's probs others but i can't think of them off the top of my head. If you want my likes and faves, just lmk!]

• Writing Samples. If you would like samples of my writing, just let me know and I'll send them your way!

What I'm Looking For —
• Post Length. I'm expecting a minimum of around 600 words per post from you! If you struggle to meet that, we won't mesh well.

• Post Quality. I understand that grammar and spelling mistakes happen, hell, it happens to me a lot, but I need your posts to be legible. If I can't understand what I'm reading, I can't enjoy the post thoroughly!

• Communication. Please, please be open with me! Tell me if you don't like something about the plot, my characters, or if something comes up with your schedule. If you lose interest, I totally understand, so just shoot me a quick message! I promise I'm genuinely really chill and nothing really bothers me.

• Characters. I'm primarily seeking someone to play a male dom/top character against my female character(s) in any given plot! When creating characters, please avoid making Mary/Gary sues or those who suffer from main character syndrome. This is a team effort, we're creating a story together, so don't create characters who will hog the narrative! Also, if we double up and you favor one couple over the other, I will most likely lose interest. If you want character feedback, just let me know!

• Writing Samples. I would like a minimum of one writing sample! I want to see your style, typical post length, and just the general vibe you bring to roleplays.

Rules, Expectations, and Limits —
• No Ai at all. This is a hard rule for me. I don't want anything to do with it, like I don't care if it's just you enhancing a picture, please keep it away from me!

• Face claims. I'm only comfortable using realistic face claims! I have some fcs I'd love to be used by my partners, so if you want any suggestions, let me know! I can also happily do descriptions for characters.

• All smut and no plot isn't going to fly with me! I am totally fine with writing erotic heavy roleplays, but I want there to be some plot with it. I just want to have fun with a story and get super steamy!

• Triggers need to be discussed before we start anything! I don't want to accidentally stumble upon them mid-roleplay so just be open and honest about what triggers you have, if you have any! The same goes for limits. Just let me know so we're both aware!

• I only write in third-person and past-tense, and frankly, I expect the same from you!

• My female characters are all some form of subs/bottoms/switches/pillow princesses. I can be convinced to write more dominant female characters, it really depends on the plot/dynamic! My male characters can range from being on the more submissive side to being more dominant, it really depends on the plot and my mood!

• Poly/Harem. Unfortunately, I'm not someone who enjoys writing poly or harem types of roleplays! I can do multiple partners in certain scenes, or in general non-monogamy, but I prefer the couple to end up monogamous once they are both committed to the relationship!

• All bad, no good. Okay, so I'm a sucker for dark romances (obviously lol) and the allure of toxic/unhealthy dynamics or tropes, BUT, I don't like abusive relationships for our ship when there's zero reason for it. I tend to lean toward 'happy' endings for stories so if they can't reach that potential, I just lose interest. I can do villains, morally grey characters, all of that, but I draw the line at abusers. I don't want my characters getting abused by their love interest just for fun, there needs to be some form of reason or something for that dynamic! There are ways to tastefully explore unhealthy and even abusive dynamics and I am happy to plot that out with you!

• Godmodding. Just don't do it. If there's a reason for you to be controlling my character, just bring it up with me, otherwise, just let me decide what they do!

• Excessive gore. I'm all for violence and shit, but if it's getting to the point, it's just for the fun of writing gore, I'm not about that.

• Excessive torture. Same with the gore. If there's no reason for it, I don't have a use for it.

• Sexual Assault. There should ALWAYS be a narrative reason for sexual assault to take place in roleplays with me. I don't like writing it just for kicks and giggles, I want there to be a genuine reason that allows for conflict or development! For example, I am down for non-con between our characters, but I want there to be a narrative reason for it (ie. enemies to lovers, power imbalances, etc).

• Excessive slowburns. I can do a slowburn, but if we're pages upon pages into the roleplay and they haven't held hands or kissed, I will start going bald.

Seeking —
• Mafia vibes! Or a general crime-based plot
• Drive Baby Drive! The main plot or one of the other plots listed in that post!
• A Debt to Pay

Tropes & Ships —
• Enemies to lovers
• Lovers to enemies to lovers again
• Infidelity
• Bodyguard x Client
• Opposites attract
• Military
• FBI Agents
• Cousin Incest/Pseudo-Incest (ie. raised as siblings/thought they were siblings)
• Hitman x Target
• Vigilante/Anti-hero x Civilian
• Professor x Student
• Accidental pregnancy
• Dom x Brat
• Dom x Sub
• Fake dating
• Fairy tales
• Attending x Resident
• Western Outlaws
• Hockey player x the captain's daughter
• Hockey player x Fan
• Exes
• Arranged marriage
• Marriage of convenience
• Forbidden lovers
• Soulmates
• Forced proximity
• Friends with benefits
• Master x Slave (very specific situations with this)
• Second chances
• Taboo relationships
• Power imbalances
• Age gap
• Possessive partner
• Noble x Royal
• Noble x Noble
• Noble x Guard
• Secret Affair
• Guard x Royal
• Guard x Guard
• Childhood friends
• Bard x Noble
• Witch x Knight
• Royal/Noble x Commoner

Settings —
• Wild West (1880s)
• Regency Era
• Ancient Greece/Rome
• The Viking Age
• Victorian Era
• Edwardian Era
• Georgian Era
• Roaring 20s
• 30s/40s
• Post-apocalyptic

Dialogue Prompts —
• "My blood is not royal enough for you"
• "Why must you hate me? Can't we unite for the good of our House?"
• "Be quiet, we do not want to be caught."
• "Love or duty, that is not a choice I am permitted to make."
• "I do not care about suitors, I love you."
• "This is what's real, not the sham of a marriage I'm trapped in."
• "You vex me. I do not know why you won't leave me alone."
• "They used to scream your name out of love, now they scream it out of hate."
• "Now they see you as you are."
• "The crown will not choose who I love."
• "You are to be wed due to what you have done. I hope you have learned your lesson."
• "What sacrifices have you made? What blood is on your hands?"
• "Love is a curse in all forms."
• “The realm weeps for the queen.”
• “Even in death I would recognize you.”
• “Our souls will always find each other. We will reunite in another life, my love.”
• “Why would you throw your life away for someone like her?”
• "There is no such thing as good knights or kind princes..."
• "To have loved so deeply is a feat that most will never achieve."
• "Is it a crime to love another?"
• "To wear the crown is to be alone."
• "I do not remember dealing such a killing blow. Perhaps it was a curse."
• "I was a child! How dare you blame me for such things!"
• "To know your future ends in flames, but still you chase it because of love, that is the kind of foolishness no king should possess."
• "It is insanity, the way I feel about you."
• "If I could burn the world and keep you from harm, I would do it over and over again."
• "Those children are not a curse, they are a blessing."
• "You have your honor, and I have mine."
• “We are duty-bound to protect the innocent!”
• “Are there no true knights among you?”
• “You have never been good, and you never will be good.”
• “You have rot within you.”
• “There is a life to be lived outside of books and your cups.”
• "Nothing in this world can keep us apart."
• "You are the air in my lungs, the sun in the sky. You are everything to me."
• "You knew how I felt and you still betrayed me!"
• "I will never love someone like you!"
• "There comes a time when we all must make a choice. This is that time."
• "Are you choosing a memory over me?"
• "For you I'd steal the stars,"
• "You are a queen among women."
• "I've been dreaming of you every moment of every day."
• "I must marry for the sake of my family! Don't you understand that? I can't afford to fall in love."
• "Men would go to war just to keep your smile for themselves."
• "I lost my love, there is nothing left for you to take."
• "You pride yourself on your cruelty and spoils of war, but it does not make you worthy of me."
• "I mean to fight this war and win it."
• "I would let my body be broken and beaten over and over again, as long as it means keeping you safe from harm."
• “You are a witch, and will never be anything but that.”
• “We are bound by our roles in society. No amount of love can change that.”

Inspiration Bank —
Late nights • Black coffee • New leather • Stolen moments • Second chances • We don’t always get everything right the first time • Broken promises • Forbidden love • Morally this is wrong • Passing moments in a hallway • Yearning • Runaway with me • Hopelessly in love • I’m only human • Broken glass • Quiet moments • Fading perfume • Scars on your skin • Blood and gunpowder • Voicemails on repeat • We shouldn’t be doing this • Stars in the sky • Adrenaline rush • Take me away from this place • Radio in the background • Flashing lights • Soft touches • Meeting in the hallway • I wish I could have you • Constellations seen through the sunroof • Pretending that everything is fine • Broken watches • Blood-soaked bandages • Oil and smoke • Half-smoked cigarettes • Broken locks • Stolen glances • Hands brushing under the table • Faded cologne • Bullet casings • Late-night phone calls • Lost in your eyes • Burgers and shakes • Listening to old records • Bloody knuckles • Tear-stained faces

FLESH TO FLOWER
YOUR HAND IN MINE —

 

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THE BLOODY BARREL

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On the outside, The Bloody Barrel is just another run-of-the-mill bar on a strip of endless bars and nightclubs. It attracts a wide variety of clientele, all ranging from those only able to afford beers to those who could probably buy the damn place if they wanted to. Logically, those two crowds should never overlap—that's just not how life works. But those who are frequent patrons of The Barrel know that there's far more to it than just the comfortable lounge bar. If you head into the back, make your payment, and cross that velvet rope—your life will most certainly change. For better or worse, nobody knows.

Behind this curtain of secrecy is the 'lower level' of The Barrel, the part that the cops don't need to know about and the patrons don't want people talking about. Beneath the smooth jazz upstairs, The Barrel offers a wide variety of entertainment. From girls decked out in pearls and diamonds, world-class drinks and food, to the rather talented burlesque dancers and singers, there's a little something here for everyone. But those who are frequent customers of this level aren't just here for a lap dance or two. No, they are here for far more sinister means.

This place is an exclusive club for those who are supernatural in nature. Vampires, werewolves, faeries, banshees, you know the types. It's difficult for them to really exist in the world without fear of getting killed by some raging supernatural hunters, so they turn to The Barrel in order to enjoy some relaxation and to do business with each other. Mobsters, drug dealers, hitmen, The Barrel attracts all kinds of people and they make deals with each other as often as they like. The only actual rule in this club is that no business can be conducted on the grounds. That means you can't kill your mark or rat while they are on the premises. At least have the decency to wait until they go outside.

Humans aren't allowed in this area of the club, most likely because many of the patrons consume humans daily. Those who do wander down into the lower levels of The Barrel are usually there due to the request of the club's owner, Ray Dillon. He sometimes enjoys the company of humans, so on occasion, he will invite some of them down to keep him company for the night. As luck would have it, he's the perfect supernatural to do this, as he can wipe their memories of the evening with a single drink, allowing them to be blissfully unaware of the world they experienced for those quiet hours.

So if you find yourself among the non-human variety, perhaps this is the place to go. Allow yourself to let go, to finally be yourself, if only for the night. And you might surprise yourself. There might be someone here who will give you everything you want in life and more.

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This roleplay takes place in the 70s, although the aesthetics can range a bit prior simply due to the varying ages of the clientele of the club. This can take place wherever we'd like it to, even a fictional city, so the world is our oyster. Plot-wise, this is more of a setting rather than a particular plot. We can play employees of the club or customers, giving us the freedom to play around a little with the story. There are various potential points of conflict within the setting itself, from the patrons of the club all the way to the hunters who dedicate their lives to hunting down the supernatural and killing them. I have a few prompts that can be developed if they sound at all interesting, or we can start from scratch!

Prompt #1 — There's a murderer on the loose, and unfortunately, it looks like it's a supernatural one. That's bad for business in all sorts of ways. Now, normally a supernatural killing people isn't such a big deal, I mean, people die all the time. The thing about this killer, though? They aren't making it look like normal kills. No, they are making it obvious that something that isn't human is killing all of these people and terrorizing the city. This has caused the hunters to flock to the city, stalking the streets at night, trying to capture whatever creature they think is responsible. That makes things difficult for The Bloody Barrel. How do you run a nightclub for the supernatural when their asses are on the chopping block if they are exposed? And to make matters worse, one of the crown jewels of The Barrel, a certain Miss Gina Holiday, was detained for 24 hours in connection with the murders. Now that is bad for business.

[This prompt involves my character, Gina, who gets falsely arrested for one of the newest murders and is essentially going to be a target of the cops and eventually the hunters. Luckily for her, her supernatural heritage is easy to hide, so the hunters don't exactly know what they have access to. This situation causes Gina to reach out to her boss, Ray, who directs her to a certain group of supernaturals who deal with situations just like this. They are supposed to protect Gina, prove her innocence, and hopefully, figure out who the murderer is before the hunters start a slaughter on the supernatural population of the city.]

Prompt #2 — It's not often that one just happens upon such a strange store. With its cramped doorway, endless piles of books and trinkets in the main area, it's hard to imagine anyone comes in there, let alone shops there. But it's never closed, and it seemingly is open all day, every day. There's a small sign in the window, one that says they offer readings, giving the customer a peek into whatever area of their life they feel they are lacking in. So she goes inside. The sound of a small bell rings through the building, being about the only source of movement that she can see. She walks around the rather impressive stacks of books and obscure items, careful not to touch them out of fear they'll topple over. It's only when she reaches a counter that she stops. It's small, but it blocks her from going any further into the building. So she waits. About five minutes pass before she hears some movement coming from behind the counter, and soon enough the heavy velvet curtains are drawn and a rather tired man steps forward. "You want a reading?"

[This roleplay focuses on my character, Haestal, who is currently using the alias Ji-ho. He is the owner of As the Crow Flies. It works as a courier service, antique shop, and divination shop all in one. He is of the supernatural race, but he allows all sorts to use his services. This is where Muse A comes in, a potential customer who is looking for a reading. The reasons are totally up to you, and she can be human or non-human. Ultimately, I'd like this plot to focus on Ji-ho taking an interest in her and more or less keeping tabs on her. Whether she works at his place or is just a frequent customer, I'd like them to have a relationship that is spurred by him wanting to protect/watch over her!]

 

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DRIVE BABY DRIVE

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Muse B has always been a lone wolf type. It's just easier that way. He does his job, goes home with his money, and goes to sleep. He loves the adrenaline, the danger, and he doesn't plan on quitting any time soon. The roar of the engine, the smell of oil and leather, it's addicting and comforting. His life is ironed out to always give him a way out. His apartment is barely lived in, he has 'normal' jobs as a mechanic and stunt driver, and his boss is the one who hooks him up with his more lucrative deals. Being a getaway driver isn't easy, especially one as successful as he is. He gives them five minutes to get in and out, then he's gone, just a trail of red lights in the distance. For years he's been living like this, memorizing LA and the way it moves, always one step ahead of the cops.

He's never had a need to truly settle down, though. He could leave at any point and not bat an eye. That is, until he met her. Sure, he had noticed Muse A once he moved into his new apartment, but he never allowed himself to look that often. He kept his eyes on the prize, and that didn't include his neighbor. But slowly but surely, he found his eyes wandering, hoping to catch a glimpse of her every time she went out to go to work. He'd watch her from his window, making sure she got to her car safely and wasn't late getting home. Over and over again, he told himself it didn't mean anything. He was just killing time. But that was a lie.

It was such a flimsy lie that he couldn't stop himself from offering her a ride when her car broke down on the side of the street. They lived in the same apartment complex after all, and she had a kid. He couldn't let her walk. Then he offered to fix her car, free of charge. Even after it got fixed, though, he was constantly offering to give her and her kid a ride, just hoping for some more time with them. Everything was perfect, it was so perfect that he found himself ignoring the getaway driving jobs in order to spend those nights with her.

He didn't mean for an affair to start, but he didn't stop it either. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Drowning in love and comfort, it was healing something in both of them. Maybe he could be good for her. Maybe he could turn his life around and live an honest life. Unfortunately, things don't work that way. When it comes to light that her husband is getting out of prison for the first time in years, things start coming to a head. He's not a good guy, but her husband is even worse.

Murder, drugs, assault, it covers him as openly as the tattoos that mark his skin. He doesn't care for her—he just wants to possess her. So when the kid lets it slip that 'Mommy has a friend', things start escalating. The world which Muse B was thinking of escaping soon started sinking its claws into him again. Things got even worse when Muse B was actually hired by Muse A's husband as his personal driver. You can't fuck his wife if you're driving her husband around. Or that seems to be the logic behind the whole thing. But what happens when he's no longer just a chauffeur? What happens when Muse B tries to pull him into the same dark shit he's involved in, just in an attempt to kill Muse B without upsetting Muse A?

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This roleplay focuses on Muse B, a getaway driver on weekends, and a mechanic/stunt driver during the week. He's always lived by a set of rules that keep him detached from wherever he's living so he can split town as soon as things get too hot for him. But that all comes to a stop when he takes an interest in his neighbor, Muse A. They start an affair which lasts x amount of time, until her husband is released from prison. When her husband returns, he makes it clear he suspects the affair and ends up blackmailing Muse B to be his personal driver, before eventually making him a getaway driver for crimes. He plans on getting Muse B killed, while Muse B is planning to help Muse A and her son escape her husband and this dangerous life. Yes, this roleplay is based on Drive, and I'm not ashamed to admit it! I'm looking for someone to play Muse B in this plot! (Bonus points if Ryan Gosling is used as the FC)

Below are plots that exist in the same setting as the plot above, but they just haven't been fleshed out enough to have their own posts!

• He’s not a getaway driver, but a delivery driver. Whatever needs to be delivered, he will do it. Money, drugs, people, the list can go on and on, and he’s probably dropped it off somewhere. He’s the most reliable driver that the criminal world could ask for. But what happens when one of the packages he’s tasked with delivering requires him to hold on to it for a few weeks, and what happens if the package is a woman he’s falling in love with? [This roleplay focuses on Muse A, a driver for hire in the underbelly of LA. He will deliver whatever a client wants, no matter how messy that is. He’s never hesitated with deliveries until Muse B was put in his car. The stipulation was unique. He had to hold on to her for a few weeks before dropping her off. And unfortunately, he’s finding himself falling in love with her.]

• It's difficult to come to terms with the fact that you're a bad person. He's tried to make his peace with it, but somehow, seeing her once a week, in that small little flower shop, it really shows him how awful he is. The blood that stains his hands, he is constantly worried she will notice. What if she tries to see him outside of their weekly encounters? What will she think if she finds out what he's really doing? Can he really try to pretend to be something he's not? [This roleplay focuses on Muse A, a man who is involved with the underbelly of LA and does things that nobody can be proud of. However, his one god-given solace is Muse B, a florist in a small shop that rarely has any customers outside of major holidays. She's his light in the dark, and he's desperate to keep her from finding out about his line of work.]

• Nobody said it was easy to survive in the underworld. There are so many rules and such tight lines to walk, but you learn to accept it or you die. For him, that’s all he can do. Survive and follow the rules. He’s there to protect the family, to make sure they can move through this hellhole without so much as a scratch. He’s not attached to them, but he is owned by them. One fuck up years ago and his soul was sold to the devil. Usually, it’s not bad. Usually, he can handle the stupid fighting, the ranting and raving—but this was different. He had never met her before. She was enigmatic. “Protect her.” That’s what her father told him. “Do a good job and maybe you’ll get that freedom you want.” So he does his job. He protects her. And for the first time in years, he feels like he might not want freedom. [This roleplay focuses on Muse B, a guy who got swept up with the wrong crowd and has to work for the crime family as their personal bodyguard/muscle. He’s always been told that one day he might get to be free of them, that he will have paid all his dues. When the head of the family tells him to protect and watch out for his youngest daughter, Muse A, things change. Things change in a way that Muse B isn’t prepared for and that Muse A might not understand the gravity of. Bodyguard x Client themes as well as forbidden romance!]

• She always knew there was a risk when working with people like she had been. A crime family doesn't let anyone escape the family legacy. But she didn't expect it to go so wrong. She had no idea that she would become the scapegoat for the family, that they would sacrifice her in order to make a quick million. Which is why she never thought he would be the one to step in and save her — to get her the hell outta there. [This roleplay will focus on Muse A, a woman who comes from a crime family and is an active member in it. When a heist goes terribly wrong, she discovers that she's the 'fall guy' and that her family planned to have her killed so they could get the money that would come out of her death. However, Muse B, her driver and partner in the heist, ends up breaking his agreement and he saves her. Together they run away, trying to survive her family.]

• Don’t bet on losing dogs. That’s the rule when it comes to the race track. But she doesn’t bet on a losing dog, rather, she bets on the underdog. And when her underdog starts performing better than the other racers, it’s not surprising they want in on the action or want to take out the competition. However, he’s far more devoted to her than anyone anticipated. [This roleplay focuses on Muse A, a woman who most likely runs in the darker rings of the world, and enjoys her time at the racetrack because her father gambles/runs cons through it. That’s where she discovers Muse B, a new racer who doesn’t have enough money to be good because his car is shit. So she becomes his sponsor, and in doing so, he repays her by winning. This newfound success draws the attention of those who are used to winning, and in ways you wouldn’t want. There’s a lot of room to develop the plot direction here!]

• You do what you’re told, keep your head down, and that’s how you survive life. She just never thought she would end up in a situation like this. She had no idea her dad took out such a big loan, let alone the fact he didn’t pay it back. There was so much blood, so much chaos, she couldn’t do anything other than numbly stare at the barrel of the gun. Maybe it would be easier to take the bullet. Maybe she would be reborn into a life where she didn’t need to rely on criminals to make rent. But the bullet never left the chamber. Instead, a jacket was wrapped around her shoulders and a gloved hand took hers. [This roleplay focuses on Muse A, a regular woman who lives with her father, a man who can’t be trusted with any form of money. When the time passes for his loan to be paid back, the people he borrowed from make it clear they don’t care about his sob story. They are going to kill him and Muse A. Or at least, that was the plan. Leave it to Muse B to fall in love at first sight with a woman painted by blood and tears. Instead of killing her, he takes her with him, bringing her into a world she should’ve never known about.]

 

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PRAY • PREY

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The taste of iron seems to hang heavily in the air, it seems to suffocate you and fill all your senses, almost as if it wants you to follow it to the source. Music can be heard echoing in great halls, glasses made of crystal gently clashing together with a peculiar crimson wine threatening to spill over the side. Laughter and raised voices mix, almost unaware of the other despite existing in the same space. The dimly lit streets have been kept clean, aside from the occasional stray newspaper or bottle of alcohol. It seems quiet in the night as if you are the only one there. Forced to be an outsider, always enviously looking inside to admire the grand decorations and lavish lifestyles. It's right at your fingertips but you don't dare to smudge the glass as you know the repercussions will be swift.

So you keep walking, cold water finally falling from the dark velvet clouds, causing your clothes to stick to your skin. A chill begins to set in, gnawing at your bones, taking root inside of your body, desperate to drive you to warmth. Your speed increases slightly, and the clacking of heavy shoes on cobblestones swirls around with the rain as it pours down onto the ground. A melody that only you are privy to keeps you entertained as you slip down a road, a light glowing in the distance. Home. Thoughts of warm drinks and freshly dried blankets wrapping around your shivering frame send a wave of excitement throughout your limbs. You can see it all, your perfect evening is within your grasp. The stress of the day can be washed away and put to bed. But it isn't.

A muffled scream is easily drowned out by the rain as a hand in the darkness pulls you in. There is no perfect evening, at least not for you. Your body is silenced and preyed upon, dark streams of blood run down into the gutter and drip off of hungry lips. The already-existing scent of blood becomes disgustingly thick in that dark alley, attracting small creatures to the scene once the beasts have left. The corpse is stained by the rain and tears, which wash away the evidence of who has preyed on the now lifeless soul. It stays like that until morning, frozen in time, a scene that is all too familiar to those living in the city. Once again, the precious life source of this world has been cruelly slain for no reason other than greed.

Since the 16th century, the identity of witches, werewolves, and vampires has become public knowledge. The Church warned against them and scared their followers into attending mass or else they would be persecuted and killed for being a member of the occult. Innocent human and non-human lives were sacrificed all in the name of religion, for God, and despite the protesting and the pleading, they didn't stop. It wasn't until the 18th century that three prominent members of each species rose up and finally fought back against humans and their God. For the vampires, this was Dracula, a vampire who had lived long enough to see much of his kin slain and those humans they sought refuge from get accused and be buried alive. The one who stepped forward for the witches was Agnes Darkmore, a young woman who witnessed her lover being burned at the stake in her place. For the werewolves, a man named Dolphus Allard contacted Dracula and asked to assist in this liberation.

The three of them combined their abilities, influence, and sheer numbers and took over the humans however they could. Dracula specifically targeted those within the church, eerily replicating that of the Catholic religion, causing those seduced by his words and company to follow him. Each of the three soon became a God in their own right. This allowed them complete control over those who had wronged them and a way for them to rewrite the wrongs of the human race. So they did what they needed to do. They used them. Whether it was for food, reproduction, or for potions, the three were allowed a certain number of humans to use however they deemed necessary. Outside of that, they allowed them to continue on. They let them fight, control, and desire all that they wanted, take over cities, rename vast landscapes, it was no concern of theirs.

As the years passed and the 21st century came to light, those families of the occult that had settled in [Blank] had become the most powerful families in the whole country. They had strict territories and boundaries that the others were not to cross. This kept them at peace and allowed them to enjoy their lives as much as they wanted. However, someone began to break these age-old pacts and promises. Humans were killed either for food or sport, but unsanctioned and unclaimed. With how precious the humans were to each family, none of them did anything to them without getting it approved by the head of each family's house.

With someone sneaking about and killing recklessly, tensions arose and caused fights to break out between these families, something that had been strictly forbidden when they were each created. So to prevent any more bloodshed between family members and humans, each house delegated certain members to form an alliance so that they can find who exactly was causing all the death and turmoil that plagued them.

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This roleplay is very lore-heavy, but luckily, I have it all written up and just need to send it! The setting of this roleplay is a very gothic/Victorian era one. There are no modern inventions as they haven't really developed beyond that time period. This roleplay also deals with lots of heavy themes of Catholicism. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask because I probably have an answer somewhere in the lore for it! We would be playing those investigating the killings and hunting down the ones responsible for it! This is a horror-type plot though, so be warned!

 

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THE FOUR KINGDOMS

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Smoke and fire dance across the blackened floor, swirling and twisting as they stretch out, almost as if pulling themselves across the room. The only light is that of the fire which threatens to travel across your path and devour your body without a second thought. You can hear the echoes of steel and dragons, the vibrations of both traveling through the walls and into the very ground you stand on. You begin to walk through the darkness without a destination in mind, just a feeling in your heart. You can hear it, the faint buzzing of magic, as if it has been trapped within a chest and buried.

Your movements quicken and soon the fire is racing alongside your feet as you run, dimly lighting your path, just enough to allow you to see where your next step shall fall. The sound of your heart hammers in your head, the sounds of conflict growing louder and more ferocious as you run, desperate to find what is calling out to it. It never seems to end: the darkness, the emptiness. It stretches for miles and miles, and soon your legs grow numb and threaten to give out. As your knees crash to the ground, singed by flames, you see it. A black box sits in front of you, an eerie noise coming from inside.

You can recognize it as you have heard it every time you have stepped outside. It is magic, pure and concentrated magic. Your weak hands, now stained with scrapes and ash, pick up the box and bring it into your lap. Trembling fingers push open the lid, revealing what looks like stars. Upon closer examination, you can see that they are dragon eggs. Except their shells look as if they were taken from the night sky itself. The cosmos swirls across the eggs, stars twinkling and vanishing constantly. Before you can make sense of it, your body is promptly engulfed in flames, the eyes of a pure golden dragon being the last thing you see before death claims you.

A vision of death and destruction plagued a great scholar who resided in the kingdom of Rhaeclya. It depicted a great war between man and dragon, causing a great unbalance in the world, making elements and magic shift, ultimately causing a calamity to form. In this vision, the scholar was able to find four dragon eggs unlike any other to exist. They seemed to be the product of magic and dragons, creating monsters that could very easily destroy the world as a whole. All of humanity and current dragons would be killed, the land would die from the raging elements, and these new dragons that possessed magic would bring eternal darkness and death to the world.

Due to the alarming nature of this vision, the High Court was called into session, causing all the leaders and representatives from the kingdoms of Nordua to gather and hear about this possible prophecy. As the scholar explained what he saw and how it never changed, the leaders of each kingdom began to grow nervous and conducted their research as to what this could be caused by. They discovered another continent had come into possession of an alliance with dragons, specifically, ones that had been banished from Nordua hundreds of years ago. Out of necessity, the kingdoms sent out envoys to establish communication with this continent, but they were met with violence, the envoys returning injured or deceased.

The magic that this new continent possessed and the dragons that they fought with were unexpected, and something that Nordua was not prepared for. So for the first time in over a century, all of Nordua established an alliance with each other. They were to prepare for war with this new continent known as Lydun, and to do so, they had to prepare their heirs, their dragon riders, and all of Nordua. Desperate to keep panic from spreading, the kingdoms decided to host a large celebration in honor of the summer solstice and the time of peace that had fallen across Nordua. In reality, this was to establish heirs, form marriages, and ultimately prepare their future generation for the war that was approaching their doorstep.

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This roleplay is very lore-heavy, but luckily, I have it all written up and just need to send it! The setting of this roleplay is very much ASOIAF inspired! There are dragons, magic, plots to overthrow kingdoms, the whole nine yards! I have multiple character roles that are available for you to look at for inspiration, and I'm happy to take any and all questions you may have!

 

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REDEMPTION

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The scent of gunpowder filled your nose, the coolness of steel and wood held tightly between steady fingers. You can see cowering figures in the veil of steam and smoke, the clinking of coins and jewelry getting dropped into cream-colored bags. Your gaze is hardened from years of this life, the bandana around your face has been soaked in blood, sweat, and tears from previous robberies. You know how it goes, you all do. You work like the machine you have currently taken over, not a hair out of place. The law is far from this area, nothing can go wrong, and it is all going according to plan. It was almost complete until a gunshot sounded and screams filled the air.

You watched as your close friend was hit in the chest by bullets and fell through a window, tumbling over the edge of the train tracks into the rushing river that lapped at the jagged rocks of the mountain. Panic spread through each car, more gunshots were fired, your own gun having emptied its chamber before you even realized it. Everyone was scrambling to leave, grabbing what they could and heading for where the horses were hidden. Everything seemed to become a blur to you as you ran across the top of the train, the vibrations radiating through your body, your lungs clinging to any oxygen that trickled into them. How did it happen? Everything was going perfectly. How did we miss a gun? A gun?!

It was impossible to keep track of what was going on, it wasn't until light leather reins were in your hand and the steady rhythm of your horse's gallop was beneath you that you began to pay attention to where you were. Trees flashed by, huffs and snorts echoed in the chilled air, but not a single word was muttered. None of you had anything to say. You couldn't. You didn't know how you could come to terms with what had happened. When the terrain became more familiar, and the air no longer felt like it was trying to suffocate you, a booming voice cut through the air, thick with rage and confusion.

"Why did he die? Which one of you didn't check the damn passengers for weapons? Huh?! Who was it?! I want to know who is gonna tell William's wife that she's now a widow!" His harsh gaze flickered across every face, every shamed expression that each of you wore. You couldn't make a sound, nothing but silent tears came from you as you waited for what was coming next. "I am disappointed in all of you. Now we gotta move. We gotta leave because they're going to get the body of one of my men with my mark, and all those people that died on that train. You better pray that God himself saves us."

Tears were shed and wails of agony filled the dark night as the rest of the group was told back at camp. You hung your head in shame as you helped tear down tents and packed supplies onto wagons and horses. This is what life was like when you made a mistake, when you left a hint as to who you were. You had to uproot and leave. But somewhere deep inside your heart, you wondered if you could escape this life, if there was something for you all outside of death, heartbreak, and corruption.

The group was on the move for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last two years. Crow's Alley was nothing perfect, but it had been home for the gang for half a year and that was worth something. They had started to make a small living in the town by selling goods they made or hunted, and it wasn't anything to turn your nose at. The more rambunctious and adventurous of the group did robberies every other month and scored big. They made plenty of money and supported everyone. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. Unfortunately, that something came to an end. When the group came back from their scheduled train robbery with blood on their clothes and tear trails on their faces, they knew that someone had died. Nobody had anticipated it to be sweet, William Marrell. He was barely more than a boy and had no business getting killed.

It hurt everyone in the gang, it broke a little bit of their hearts, but they couldn't mourn for long. There had been too many deaths on that train with too many witnesses, not to mention one of the gang members' bodies. There were wanted posters with his face on them, they would find out the rest of them were there, so they had to leave. So that's what they did. In the cover of night, with coyotes yipping like some unique lullaby, they packed their things and set off, leaving behind only disturbed dirt and buried campfires. The trails were long and harsh, plenty of wagon wheels threatened to break and horses came up lame, but they had to push on. There was a sanctuary somewhere, a place where the stories of their robberies and killings hadn't reached.

This is how they ended up in Serenity Gulch. It was a quiet town, surrounded by lush fields and thick forests. Folk were welcoming and kind, offering support if it was asked. This was another beginning for the gang. They set up camp in the woods and slowly ventured out into the world, trying to figure out what to do with themselves. They had a chance to change what they were doing, to walk on the path of righteousness and be good, or they could continue with what they were doing and live the adrenaline-filled high life of outlaws.

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This roleplay is inspired by Red Dead Redemption 2! It focuses on a gang of outlaws who flee the South after a heist gone bad and they travel to the Pacific Northwest to lie low and start up crime there so that they can have enough money to get to 'freedom'. There are a lot of potential relationships here between gang members or those who live in Serenity Gulch. There is a decent amount of lore as well as gang roles for those looking for inspiration!

 

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A MOMENT IN TIME

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• A sacrifice for the Gods, Muse A was told of their fate at a young age. They were to be an offering to the Gods in order to appease them when they were angered by something the city did. But Muse B has never believed in this, and when Muse A was called upon to be offered to the Gods, they were stolen away. Now on the run from mortals and the divine, these two must do whatever they can to survive.

• Punished for their hubris, this God has been trapped in a mortal body in order to learn their lesson and to appreciate their life as a God. Stuck in an unfamiliar form, they will learn what it means to truly live and to appreciate the lives of all humans, regardless of how fleeting they may be.

• A country torn apart by war, these two should never have met. Muse A, a survivor of the war, discovered Muse B, a warrior from the attacking kingdom/country who was left for dead due to injuries. All Muse A had to do was kill them, and they would have their revenge. But something stops them. Perhaps a warning from the Gods, or maybe it was something Muse B said—they don't know. Now these two must discover a way to live together and repair what has been broken, learning the truth behind the war itself.

• Trying to trace back their lineage, Muse A traveled to a remote village in order to hear more about the story of their great-great-grandparent that their family has always kept hidden. It is incomplete and doesn't make sense, so Muse A is determined to learn more. However, while digging through archives and visiting historic land, they find themselves getting swept back in time, all the way back to when their grandparent is still alive. (The grandparent can be further back depending on which era we want to focus on)

• Marrying for the sake of your kingdom is never easy, but it's even worse when your partner is that of a rivaling kingdom. Muse A and Muse B's marriage was decided in order to broker an era of peace between the two great kingdoms, hopefully quelling the war and death they often find themselves in. But these two were raised to hate each other, and now must learn how to cooperate for the sake of their people.

• Muse B has been tasked with escorting Muse A to another kingdom where they are to marry their betrothed. This journey will take months, and who knows what may happen during that time.

• Muse A and Muse B shared a hidden kiss many years ago, leaving Muse B completely in love with their mystery lover. Not knowing their identity, they have been searching for Muse A for years, determined to marry them.

• When the jarl goes missing due to a strange dream he has about the Gods, it's up to Muse A to pick up the pieces and lead the clan while he's gone. Fractured and weak due to a previous war and relocation, the clan is struggling to find allies in this new country. But Muse A, known for their prowess in battle and the scars they wear, is hopeful they can build the clan while their jarl is gone. This is how to meet Muse B, a mysterious individual plagued by dreams of the past and future. They speak of the destruction of the clan and of Muse A's jarl if he continues on his path. Together, the two seek out the jarl, hoping to prevent the calamity he may be accidentally causing.

• Born for the sole purpose of fulfilling a God's purpose, they have been their champion for years. Wars, prophecies, they have done it all with the backing of their God. They never questioned that guiding hand until they met someone they were never supposed to. Someone destined to be the death of the champion if they were to meet, they must now decide if they are to defy fate or allow it to go the way it was always supposed to go.

• A gladiator, punished and captured by the Roman Empire as punishment for something that they did. Their existence is to entertain and enthrall all who attend these matches. This is how Muse A meets Muse B, a noble and a favorite companion of the emperor. Naturally, he wouldn't want his prized fighter to fall for the charms of his favorite companion. So you can only imagine the carnage that ensues when Muse A and Muse B somehow manage to escape the arena, hoping for a future where they can live in peace.

• When their family is at the edge of ruin due to a crumbling fortune and a lack of an heir, the daughters of this great house must do whatever it takes to save their family. (Essentially the Downton Abbey plot, but can fully be in any time period!)

• Soulmates, bound for eternity. Over and over again, they find each other, regardless of how long it takes. Fate always brings them together, destined for a love that will never be. Whether it is through tragedy, war, famine, or different classes, something separates these two before death ultimately keeps them apart once again. Determined to break this cycle, Muse A managed to hang onto the memories of their past life and refused to make the same mistakes. Desperate not to lose Muse B, Muse A will do everything in their power, in this life or the next, to be with their love forever.

• A monster, groomed since their birth, Muse A has been nothing but a tool to their people. An example to follow, a future leader. They kill without a shred of guilt, they level cities, and burn villages. It doesn't matter who the target is; they will always follow through. But what happens when Muse A, a creature knowing nothing but the feeling of death, gets married to the youngest daughter of the current leader, a quiet girl, not fit for such a life of pain and death? Will Muse A learn to feel emotions that they were never allowed to feel? Or will Muse B be forced to endure a lifetime of suffering, with no one to save her?

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These are various plots/prompts that I have which aren't explored enough to warrant individual posts. They range in terms of eras (however they are all historical) and themes, and are always subject to change/be added to. If you have any you are interested in, or have questions about, please reach out to me! Thank you!

 

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DAWN

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The winter air burns your lungs, threatening to choke you if you aren’t careful. Branches rip through your flesh as you run, no longer caring about the pain. The crimson flecks of blood leave a tattered trail, alongside the holes in the snow where you have deviated from the path, unsure if that’s even safe to continue down. Panic and fear consume you, the darkness surrounding you, ready to devour. You just need to make it down the mountain, get to safety, get to someone else. Then it’ll be over. The nightmare will end. But it never does. Around and around you run until your body cannot help but succumb to the wilderness, becoming a victim to a ravenous animal that will never get its fill…

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The Wintercourt Ski Lodge has been closed for over twenty years but is regularly used by the family that owns it. Or at least it was regularly used by them. Every winter they would open it back up, send cleaning staff up there to tidy things, and they would throw a birthday party for their youngest children and all of their friends. It was a tradition, one that everyone seemed to relish. Few children got to say their parents gave them an entire ski lodge to host their birthday party so it was an honor to get invited.

There were a select few who got to attend these parties from middle school until high school graduation. These were the close friends of Lauren and Clark Winters, the youngest children of the Winters family. They were the most popular kids in school because of their money and influence. They could make anything a trend and everyone wanted to be them. In high school they dominated, reigning over the school with smug smiles and the adoration of their friends. It was the perfect life and they knew it.

Until it wasn’t. Senior year, the twin's 18th birthday party, everyone was excited for it. Bags were packed, video cameras were purchased, and every person attending was carefully bringing the best presents they could. Up the mountain they went, chatting on the ski lifts, enjoying the freshly cleared runs, warming up in front of the fire, playing in the pool, snowmobiling through the forest, it was the best party. But something happened. An accident. Drinking was involved and the intoxicated teens began to get into trouble.

They didn’t really know what was going on but Lauren and Clark were fighting with some people, everyone’s voices started raising, someone threw a punch, and it all carried outside. It was so cold and so snowy, it was hard to see five feet in front of you. Screams and yells of confusion, anger, and fear echoed in the mountain air, each teen terrified and overwhelmed. Nobody knew what to do when morning came and the bodies of Lauren and Clark were found.

The police could only rule them as accidental deaths, ones brought on by the weather, but the friends weren’t entirely convinced. They all remembered bits and pieces of what went on, the strange tracks, the monstrous noises that whispered around them, and the way that the twins were found… There was no way falling from such a height would result in that. But there was nothing they could do. So they left after questioning and finished their senior year. It was heavy and difficult, the weight of guilt, shame, and fear.

But time passed and the wounds of the past seemed to heal. Ten years had passed when each of the friends received a phone call from Mr. and Mrs. Winters, asking if they would like to use the lodge for a memorial party for the twins as their birthday was coming up. They could use it for the whole week, go over memories, throw a party, and just put all that pain finally to rest. So they agreed and once again packed up the duffle bags, and the memories of their friendship, they headed off to that eerie mountain hoping that it would be the last time they would be there.

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This roleplay is inspired by Until Dawn or could really be considered a retelling of it! I have completely changed up the antagonists/lore, as well as character roles. I'm all down for collabing on the lore I have already created so we can really dive deep into it! If you are interested in this roleplay, I have premade character archetypes down below that you can take as inspiration or potentially create your own! Please be aware that while this is a romance roleplay, it is also a horror one! Please keep that in mind!

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The Leader (M)
The most responsible member of the group, he was often teased for being uptight and a stick in the mud. He often would help arrange parties, was always the designated driver, and always watched out for everyone else. He was one of the original friends of the Winters, having grown up next to them and so he often spent time at their house and vice versa. He was part of the main conflict at the party, trying to keep it from escalating. He doesn't remember what happened that night as he 'slipped' and hit his head at some point, causing him to have a concussion. He does not like to talk about what happened that year.

The Jock (M)
Not quite the jock you would normally encounter, of course, he was the star of the team, won all the awards, and got a scholarship but he was far more down to Earth and understanding than you would expect. He wasn't the brightest so sometimes he would make a poorly timed joke or wouldn't really get the tense vibes, but overall he was a nice guy and stood up for those in the group who were picked on. Surprisingly, he was the one of people who got into a physical fight with Clark. He never said the reason but it is implied Clark said something out of pocket about someone in the group.

The Follower (M)
Clark's right-hand man, the Follower never went anywhere without approval from Clark first. He was a devoted friend and would defend the guy no matter what he did. His constant alibi, Clark always relied on the Follower to bail him out and vouch for him even if it meant lying to friends and family. They were almost the same person but he never had to desire to compete against Clark and would always let him win, even if he was going to lose. So it's not surprising that the Follower was backing Clark up during the whole fight. Some think he's actually the one who hit or pushed the Leader but it's all such a blur, nobody knows anymore...

The Heartbreaker (M)
A stereotype that's for sure, he dated around and had little interest in settling down. He had an on-and-off relationship with Lauren all throughout high school. Because of the constant breakups and drama, the Heartbreaker would drift from the group at times or would get into fights with Clark. One would expect him to be one of the ones fighting with the twins, but surprisingly he was hanging back playing beer pong with the Weakling. But nobody really knows where he went after that...

The Weakling (M)
Always picked last for everything, he never ranked above last on the food chain. He was pretty regularly bullied throughout school but because of who his friends were, they would often stand up for him. He has always been referred to as the glue of the group, keeping them together no matter what. During that fateful night, he was playing a drinking game with the Heartbreaker before he tried to chase after Lauren, telling her that she needed to take a flashlight with her. Since then, he is the only one who has been in touch with every group member.

The Realist (M)
He's always been a bit of a downer, constantly pointing out flaws or bad ideas within the group. This usually would result in eye rolls and people laughing at his negativity. He was mostly friends with the quieter members of the group but was very close with Clark. They rarely argued but he could not stand Lauren. Some say it's because they hooked up and she ghosted him, others say it's because she had some blackmail on him. All the group knows is that he disappeared right before Clark and Lauren left and nobody found him until the morning.

The Butterfly (M)
A social butterfly that lived for friendship and getting to know everyone in the school. He was known to bounce around between friend groups, always keeping it exciting and interesting. He got along fine with the twins but he didn't always secure an invite to their legendary parties. He was pretty surprised he got invited to their 18th, but part of him thinks it's because he said he had awesome gifts for them both. During the incident, he played the Devil's advocate and riled up both sides as if he couldn't decide who was in the right.

The Lover Girl (F)
Clark's girlfriend since freshman year, she was almost always by his side, with a sweet smile on her face and friendly words not far behind. While everyone was friends with the twins, people in the group would question why someone as nice as her would date someone like Clark. She never had a bad thing to say about Clark until the birthday party where it was revealed that he had cheated on her with the Ugly Duckling. Some think this is what started the fight, but she will never tell.

The Ugly Duckling (F)
Not ugly in the slightest, she just had to grow into herself a bit, but this fact was never forgotten by the twins. They were the ones who often referred to her by this name and would occasionally bring up childhood photos if they felt she was stepping out of line at all. She often felt trapped or bullied into the group but she never said anything due to the hold the twins had on her. That's why it was shocking to find out she had been regularly hooking up with Clark. She ran away crying during the argument so most people assume she knows nothing about what happened.

The Baddie (F)
Always the life of the party, she was known throughout the school for her access to alcohol and weed. Her connections and parties were always the best and that's probably why she became friends with the twins. Maybe she was their supplier, or maybe they were friends, nobody knows anymore. She was known for her attitude and she had little interest in playing nice. She usually would fight anyone in the group and would storm off so it wasn't surprising that she inserted herself into the fight at the party. Apparently, she threw a punch at Lauren but she will deny it.

The Rat (F)
She could never keep her lips closed and was constantly spilling secrets within the group. She found it entertaining and would play dumb if someone called her out. She liked being able to gather information and share it once or twice so it could spread like wildfire. Shockingly enough, she was the best friend of Lauren and was always by her side, whispering things to her whenever she had the chance to. That's why nobody expected her to get in Lauren's face and go after Clark during the fight. She also was the only person who refused to say anything, which was written off as shock and they never questioned her again. She seems to have clammed up a lot since that night but once a rat, always a rat.

The Dreamer (F)
A girl with pink-colored journals and a bright yellow pen, she was constantly seen scribbling away, planning the futures of herself and her friends. She was always positive, making plans to hang out and see each other after graduation when they would have yearly reunions at school, where her closest friends would go to college, it was all written down in glittery words. But the infamous birthday party shattered all her dreams. She was one of the few that first found the bodies of the twins and the pure horror on her face said it all. Ever since then, she's stopped writing in those journals, and she's lost that spark she once had.

The Fraud (F)
For someone so smart, she really didn't know anything! She was known for her book smarts, always getting amazing grades and awards, but when she tried to apply her smarts outside of school, she would fall flat. Most of the time people would catch her in a lie, which was weird because why would she lie? There were small rumors that she wasn't actually smart at all and cheated off of Lauren's work all the time, took her notes, and well, managed to surpass her. Nobody could confirm this though, even after graduation. During the fight, she was crying and went back inside before things escalated.

The New Blood (F)
Relatively new to the group, she only started hanging out with them after the 17th birthday of the twins. She was always trying hard to impress everyone in the group and seemed to have a finger in every pie. Nobody knows why she was trying so hard but it probably had to do with the wealth and influence of the twins. Still, she managed to befriend enough people in the group for it to be worth it. She did her best to be a neutral party during the argument and ran after Lauren when she ran off on a trail.

 

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STARS AND BUTTERFLIES

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“Get those corsets laced tighter ladies, for tonight is all about first impressions. You are being presented to every single eligible bachelor in England, and your only purpose is to catch their attention. Shoulders back, chin up, don’t let a single hair fall out of place. We don’t have time for silly things such as flowers in your hair or a new style of dress, we have to stick with tradition. You are to stay with your chaperone all evening, only leaving them when you are dancing with a gentleman. If I see as much as one of you sneaking off to cause nothing short of a scandal, rest assured that you will never again be able to show your face in society again.”

Every girl dreams about debuting in society and receiving various gifts and glorious bouquets from handsome men as they try to win their hand in marriage. Why, it’s the only thing that these women can hope to do! They were trained to secure a wealthy husband and bear an heir to his title and lands. They are expected to do it all while the men bring in wealth and enjoy the fruits of their labor in the shape of their children. Honestly, it’s quite the spectacle. However, there is a proper order to these things; one cannot just stumble upon a wealthy duke or lord on the street and expect to marry them. No, no, as a lady, you must meet your future husband during the season, as only the most respectable bachelors and ladies will be present. Of course, debuting in society and participating in the season is a very romantic thing to think about, but it is a lot more difficult than anyone will ever let on.

The social season has just begun, and various mothers are using this as an excuse to present their daughters to society, naturally causing quite a buzz among the various high-class families. Quite a few participants in this year’s season are unexpected and certainly scandalous. A painfully single Duke is said to be appearing to select a wife, while there are whispers that a baron’s daughter has eloped with a poor farmer, and now her younger sister is taking her place in society. There are rumors about secret love affairs and those who are only looking to swindle people out of their money. It is nothing short of fabulous in the eyes of high society, but it is perfectly dreadful for everyone who is involved. Family names and reputations may be dragged through the mud, things may come out that could ruin the chances of ever getting married, and possibly, the thought of running away and escaping it all might become too overwhelming for anyone to ignore. All we can say is good luck, and please try to have an enjoyable season this year.

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This roleplay takes place in April of 1813, right at the start of the high society season. The season is when women can present themselves to society in the hope of securing a proper husband. It’s the biggest event of the year, and anyone single and wealthy will be there. There are various balls, dinners, charity events, and luncheons that happen from April until the end of June, and everyone hopes that these settings will result in some matches being made. Women who aren’t able to find a partner during the season are more than welcome to return in the following ones, but they often will have bad reputations for being undesirable. Men of all ages are present at these social events, some of whom are only looking for a young wife to bear their children before they get too old. It’s also possible that people are lying their way into these events, faking their papers and titles, all so that they can pursue someone they truly love. Very Bridgerrton/Jane Austen inspired with lots of options when it comes to characters, relationships, dynamics, etc.! Let me know what you're craving and we can go from there!

 

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A DEBT TO PAY

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The once sleek and clean leather gloves quickly became stained by blood and matter as the man's fists repeatedly connected with the bloodied face below him. It was a show of strength, or perhaps that's what it had started off as, but as the punishment continued, it was clear that there would be nothing left but a corpse. Muffled gasps and gurgles escaped the man on the floor as his hands helplessly twitched at his sides, most likely begging for some sort of mercy as each strike fell upon him. There wasn't anything anyone could do. His face no longer resembled the one he walked in with, it was drenched in blood and had become disfigured from swelling and broken bones. Still, the man above him continued his assault, and his fists were replaced with the heel of his boot. The noises were wet and sloppy, and each time it met his face, his body twitched and a hiss of air escaped him. He was going to die, and all she could do was watch. She sat on her knees, hands pinned behind her back, a man's hand on the back of her neck, keeping her in place.

Minutes passed before the man withdrew and looked at his work. Where a face once was, rested a pile of blood, bones, and matter that seeped out across the rug, no longer able to maintain a shape. Her body tensed for a moment before she turned to the side and retched, emptying the limited contents that remained in her stomach. Nobody seemed to care about her becoming sick from the sight of her husband reduced to nothing more than paste, and it made her want to scream. She was surrounded by monsters with no way out. She wanted to curse her husband, but what could she do? He was dead on the floor, and she was next. She expected a hand to grab her hair and throw her onto the floor or for the barrel of a gun to be pressed to her temple, but instead a hand grabbed her chin and tugged her face so that she was facing the man who had beaten her husband to death.

"Your husband owed us a lot of money, and it looks like you're the only one left who can pay."

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This roleplay focuses on MC, the wife of a now-deceased dealer of a large crime family, and YC, the right-hand man of said crime family. After discovering that MC's husband had been majorly skimming off the top of product in order to make money on the side for years, the family finally gives him what he deserves. Unfortunately, that leaves MC as a widow and the next in line to pay off the debt that has to be settled as her husband was too paranoid and smart to make the money he made easily accessible. So MC becomes the property of the family, or more specifically, YC. She has to do any job he wants her to do, whenever he wants it. If he wants her to start cleaning up a previous drug den, then that's what she's doing. If he tells her she's helping him lure someone outside so that he can kill them, then she's doing it. The plot focuses on power imbalances, mild master x slave if you squint, some dub-con/non-con, and other darker themes. It's not meant to be pretty between the two characters, but that's what makes it fun! This plot can easily support doubling as the setting is pretty forgiving!