~I can’t forget the night I met you—that’s all I’m dreaming of~
Hey, I go by Jackie and I have been interested recently in exploring physiological-esque horror with a bit of smut mixed in if possible as a form of repetitive. The ratio can be 50/50 story to smut or 60/40, as the smut is not a requirement, though I do want a dynamic of two romantic partners.
Before I go any further into what I’m looking for—I’ve bee roleplaying for the past 11ish years or so and am always looking to improve my writing in the form of reading more books, practicing in small fanfics to find my style better, and even listen to some well written podcasts; which the last thing really what made be motivated to create this post; I have recently gotten into and am almost caught up fully on the horror and psychological horror podcast called Malevolent, which follows a detective in the 30’s and a mysterious entity in his head who has control over his eyes and they now are somewhat forced to work together to try and solve their predicament. I’ve found myself drawn into the story by the characters and the rise and fall of what happens throughout the seasons. I now crave to have a Roleplay that is either similar, or is us playing canon the characters from the podcast itself. Although there isn’t explicitly any romance in this podcast, I feel it would be easy to implement it from either an OC of your own entering into the world or implementing some with a character already in the world.
If you’d prefer to go the route of creating a similar story and maybe not the podcast directly, I’d be fine with going that route as well, creating a new character for a similar world.
My requirements are as follows:
— Be someone who writes at least 4-5 paragraphs per response, or if it’s less, have quality in your posts (since I’d rather it be short but have quality than long and not be as much).
— The ability to respond at least once every few days, since I know a lot of people can be busy now a days, I don’t want to be super strict with responses. (Although, just as an FYI, I would likely respond more than a few times a day, as long as my schedule doesn’t get too too busy, which usually it doesn’t).
— Speak up if you want something changed or just have any qualms about how the story is or isn’t going. I had this issue myself since I’m a recovering people pleaser, but if you have any problems with anything or just want to stop or start over with a different plot, please don’t be shy to let me know, it happens.
— Lastly, please do not use AI in any part of using AI face claims or writing, as I am here to roleplay with you and see your personal creativeness.
Example replies
Ma had been a bit taken aback by the enthusiasm Calcifer had showed him, but hadn’t made any comment about it during the tour. She didn’t even react to the “angel’s promise” thing, being soon distracted by the door. Her gaze watched over her shoulder for a bit before she disappeared into the back room while the two got acquainted. Keenly and secretly she listened out for any sensitive information while her hands slowly made work on opening a metal money box. Fragile hands took dollar after dollar out of the box, placing the variation of crumpled dollars and pristine ones on the paper littered desk.
Meanwhile, Valikas kept his cool as he looked the angel up and down, meeting the others gaze as he held back a hiss from the holiness he felt almost radiate from the angel before him. A scoff feel from his lips as he witnessed the angels realization and overwhelm at his simple appearance. His gaze drifted to follow the retreating elderly owner before finding its way back to Calcifer, following the other into the shelf area. “Your demon? Man you angels are possessive” a smirk formed on Valikas’ face at the flush he witnessed form slightly on the angels cheeks, feeling his own confidence in gaining the upper hand in this only grow. He could tell the angel before him was new to this, the fidgeting nature a dead give away. It wouldn’t be obvious manipulation, but coerced into letting the demon off, if he played his cards right.
“I’m Valikas” Val almost felt tempted to reach out and kiss the others hand—to come on strong in his flirty nature, but decided on a simple wink as he looked the angel up and down, slower this time around now that they were in a somewhat private spot. “Whatever you say” Val couldn’t help but chuckle at the sentiment, his soul having potential was laughable. He resisted his urge to flip off towards the ceiling, in hopes that whoever was watching over Calcifer in heaven would see. Coming off too rough would only leave the angel guarded, or so he presumed, which left the angle of playing along to be one he’d take advantage of for the time being.
Measured footsteps slowly trailed the overly excited angel’s, glancing over the explained antiques, but mostly keeping his attention on the excited angel. There was such intrigue in every single item there and Valikas found himself looking more at the excited expression of the angel over the actual thing the angel was trying to show off. He couldn’t deny the captivating features of the angel, those littered spots that dusted the others face he felt tempted to trace, his long flowing hair he itched to run his fingers though. Valikas quickly caught his thoughts and forced his attention on the items, nodding along even though he wasn’t really retaining much information.
“Yeah, timeless…” his somewhat neutral voice droned in response as he looked around as if actually trying to memorize this whole place. At the same time, he was moving closer to the angel before he stopped a foot away, his pale green eyes finding Calcifer’s face again. “My angel…I like the sound of that” his tone held an obvious flirty nature to it as a smirk still rested on his expression. Purposefully, he lingered his gaze on the others lips before looking back towards his eyes again, aiming to earn a reaction and test to see what worked on the angel before him.
He started to move closer before moving to the side to walk past as if it was his plan all along, sliding his attention to the shelved knick-knacks. “Humans are also unique in how some decide to live their lives—as if there is no tomorrow. I’m no expert, but that’s what I’ve heard at least” Valikas now had his back to the other as he stared at a ceramic dove statue, soon picking it up and gently brushing some of the dust off of it. He was a bit shocked by how cold the ceramic felt, strange to feel such cold when he was use to everything feeling hot or warm. Placing down the ceramic dove, he turned to partially face the other. “I think this will be fun, for the both of us” his voice carried a false hope he hoped to plant in the angels mind, his smirk transforming into a small flash of a toothy grin before melting away as he looked aside.
“You two seem like quite close friends—I can hear it in ya voices” Ma slowly re-entered from the back room, making slow pace to the register with money in each hand. The cash register sounded after a gentle clicking of a key, slowly placing the stacks of dollars into each designated slot. “Don’t worry, Ma’s not hear to judge. I’m just grateful anyone wants to help out here, my back can’t keep up with all the cleanin’ that needs done round here” Ma waved her hand preemptively to dismiss any pity that may be thrown her way. “Anywho, you two should get to dusting some shelves” slowly she went towards the back room before she came back with a small bucket that had some feather dusters and old looking, yet fairly clean, towels that hung over the rim. “Wipe off the fragiles with the rags and dust the rest—and try not to breathe too much. I don’t need snot all on em” Ma said as she set the bucket down, moving back behind the counter where she got up on the stool, continuing to sort the money into the register.
Valikas looked over and gave a slow nod, glancing to the floor to where Ma had placed the bucket of cleaning supplies. Slowly he walked over and grabbed a rag to throw over his shoulder and picked up a duster, soon beginning lazy work to dust a nearby shelf. He winced at how much of it flaked up into the air after a single swipe of the duster, already disliking this job and planning on not putting to much effort into this. His mind started to turn over plan options for this—how he’d convince Calcifer to allow them to venture out and explore the area a bit more. There was a particular intrigue in the human food—especially since Hell’s food wasn’t anything to brag about, mostly being burnt and leaving a foul taste. Not that either of them needed to eat, but to see what the area outside of this place had to offer, would only help in his slow divergence away from this “redemption” plan set in place for him.
Meanwhile, Valikas kept his cool as he looked the angel up and down, meeting the others gaze as he held back a hiss from the holiness he felt almost radiate from the angel before him. A scoff feel from his lips as he witnessed the angels realization and overwhelm at his simple appearance. His gaze drifted to follow the retreating elderly owner before finding its way back to Calcifer, following the other into the shelf area. “Your demon? Man you angels are possessive” a smirk formed on Valikas’ face at the flush he witnessed form slightly on the angels cheeks, feeling his own confidence in gaining the upper hand in this only grow. He could tell the angel before him was new to this, the fidgeting nature a dead give away. It wouldn’t be obvious manipulation, but coerced into letting the demon off, if he played his cards right.
“I’m Valikas” Val almost felt tempted to reach out and kiss the others hand—to come on strong in his flirty nature, but decided on a simple wink as he looked the angel up and down, slower this time around now that they were in a somewhat private spot. “Whatever you say” Val couldn’t help but chuckle at the sentiment, his soul having potential was laughable. He resisted his urge to flip off towards the ceiling, in hopes that whoever was watching over Calcifer in heaven would see. Coming off too rough would only leave the angel guarded, or so he presumed, which left the angle of playing along to be one he’d take advantage of for the time being.
Measured footsteps slowly trailed the overly excited angel’s, glancing over the explained antiques, but mostly keeping his attention on the excited angel. There was such intrigue in every single item there and Valikas found himself looking more at the excited expression of the angel over the actual thing the angel was trying to show off. He couldn’t deny the captivating features of the angel, those littered spots that dusted the others face he felt tempted to trace, his long flowing hair he itched to run his fingers though. Valikas quickly caught his thoughts and forced his attention on the items, nodding along even though he wasn’t really retaining much information.
“Yeah, timeless…” his somewhat neutral voice droned in response as he looked around as if actually trying to memorize this whole place. At the same time, he was moving closer to the angel before he stopped a foot away, his pale green eyes finding Calcifer’s face again. “My angel…I like the sound of that” his tone held an obvious flirty nature to it as a smirk still rested on his expression. Purposefully, he lingered his gaze on the others lips before looking back towards his eyes again, aiming to earn a reaction and test to see what worked on the angel before him.
He started to move closer before moving to the side to walk past as if it was his plan all along, sliding his attention to the shelved knick-knacks. “Humans are also unique in how some decide to live their lives—as if there is no tomorrow. I’m no expert, but that’s what I’ve heard at least” Valikas now had his back to the other as he stared at a ceramic dove statue, soon picking it up and gently brushing some of the dust off of it. He was a bit shocked by how cold the ceramic felt, strange to feel such cold when he was use to everything feeling hot or warm. Placing down the ceramic dove, he turned to partially face the other. “I think this will be fun, for the both of us” his voice carried a false hope he hoped to plant in the angels mind, his smirk transforming into a small flash of a toothy grin before melting away as he looked aside.
“You two seem like quite close friends—I can hear it in ya voices” Ma slowly re-entered from the back room, making slow pace to the register with money in each hand. The cash register sounded after a gentle clicking of a key, slowly placing the stacks of dollars into each designated slot. “Don’t worry, Ma’s not hear to judge. I’m just grateful anyone wants to help out here, my back can’t keep up with all the cleanin’ that needs done round here” Ma waved her hand preemptively to dismiss any pity that may be thrown her way. “Anywho, you two should get to dusting some shelves” slowly she went towards the back room before she came back with a small bucket that had some feather dusters and old looking, yet fairly clean, towels that hung over the rim. “Wipe off the fragiles with the rags and dust the rest—and try not to breathe too much. I don’t need snot all on em” Ma said as she set the bucket down, moving back behind the counter where she got up on the stool, continuing to sort the money into the register.
Valikas looked over and gave a slow nod, glancing to the floor to where Ma had placed the bucket of cleaning supplies. Slowly he walked over and grabbed a rag to throw over his shoulder and picked up a duster, soon beginning lazy work to dust a nearby shelf. He winced at how much of it flaked up into the air after a single swipe of the duster, already disliking this job and planning on not putting to much effort into this. His mind started to turn over plan options for this—how he’d convince Calcifer to allow them to venture out and explore the area a bit more. There was a particular intrigue in the human food—especially since Hell’s food wasn’t anything to brag about, mostly being burnt and leaving a foul taste. Not that either of them needed to eat, but to see what the area outside of this place had to offer, would only help in his slow divergence away from this “redemption” plan set in place for him.
Nicolaus held his gaze to the profile of the Magpie's face, waiting for that other shoe to drop after his words and acts of more than a one night stands worth of affection. Still, under the influence of the drugs, he couldn't find it in himself to care of whatever incoming pain he would receive for being too clingy and kissy. His emerald eyes widened as he noticed what could be mistaken as a smirk but as he pulled away from leaning on the man's shoulder, he realized it was a smile tugging at those lips. It was a foreign sight to see, but it nearly made a smile form on his face, his mouth twitching upward at the others smile. As he listened to the response though he felt a pang of guilt begin to fester inside him, seeing the others face fall for a split second as he recalled something. Nicolaus glanced aside, knowing too well how past experiences shaped them to keep their distance from others, in his own case, to not express himself aside from rare moments like these. Here, his soul and being felt safe, being held by some unseen force that made him want to curl up and remain here as long as he could.
He didn't dwell on those he had lost, but he had his own demons as he assumed the magpie held locked away inside him as well. Nicolaus was at a loss for words of what to say—should he even say anything at all? Even with his familiarity with the man, did he even have the right to console him on the grounds that followed their sexual encounter between each other. A small part of him desired to pull the other close and reassure he understood, but his caution won overwhelmingly in his system that was hijacked by the pill he had ingested earlier. His eyes stared aimlessly aside for some long seconds before he looked back at the others face and gently pulled his hands away as he watched the other begin to seem overwhelmed. It was a pained sight to watch, the jittery and antsy behavior he had witnessed all to well. He could almost see the other rushing out the room or maybe even tackling him like a feral animal—allowing the other shoe to finally come slamming down on the foolish crows head.
His head quirked to the side abruptly when he heard the fumble of words that soon flew out of the others mouth. A…slushy? He felt he was hearing things again, but that uncertain smile told him it was real. His wings fluttered a bit behind him—making him flinch as he all too many times forgot he had them tucked away securely against himself or loosely hanging idly behind him. He took a few seconds before he spoke up; "uh sure, yeah…" Nicolaus quipped as a small flash of a smile quirked on his lips before disappearing. He slightly fumbled off of the bed before he started to get redressed again with clumsy fingers finding his articles of clothing one by one. His body almost was moving on its own as his eyes remained locked on the nude magpie, as if he'd be able to more into his thoughts somehow. Eventually he was fully clothed again, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt.
"What's your favorite flavor?" He questioned almost in an innocent manner, his voice quiet as he watched the other likely begin to dress himself. Curiosities of the magpie's intent had him flabbergasted as to what the end goal was here—almost never had he just had sex with someone, only to then leave whatever club or motel he was at to go get a slushy of all things. It was almost a laughable predicament, but he felt too invested and a bit attached to just walk away and miss out on what this could've been. Maybe this still just was a rouse that would lead to his demise, but his grasp on life wasn't all that tight to begin with. So there he stood, watching as the other got redressed, his hands shuffling slightly inside of his sweatshirt pocket, ready to be lead out and would follow to wherever the nearest gas station was to grab a slushy from.
He didn't dwell on those he had lost, but he had his own demons as he assumed the magpie held locked away inside him as well. Nicolaus was at a loss for words of what to say—should he even say anything at all? Even with his familiarity with the man, did he even have the right to console him on the grounds that followed their sexual encounter between each other. A small part of him desired to pull the other close and reassure he understood, but his caution won overwhelmingly in his system that was hijacked by the pill he had ingested earlier. His eyes stared aimlessly aside for some long seconds before he looked back at the others face and gently pulled his hands away as he watched the other begin to seem overwhelmed. It was a pained sight to watch, the jittery and antsy behavior he had witnessed all to well. He could almost see the other rushing out the room or maybe even tackling him like a feral animal—allowing the other shoe to finally come slamming down on the foolish crows head.
His head quirked to the side abruptly when he heard the fumble of words that soon flew out of the others mouth. A…slushy? He felt he was hearing things again, but that uncertain smile told him it was real. His wings fluttered a bit behind him—making him flinch as he all too many times forgot he had them tucked away securely against himself or loosely hanging idly behind him. He took a few seconds before he spoke up; "uh sure, yeah…" Nicolaus quipped as a small flash of a smile quirked on his lips before disappearing. He slightly fumbled off of the bed before he started to get redressed again with clumsy fingers finding his articles of clothing one by one. His body almost was moving on its own as his eyes remained locked on the nude magpie, as if he'd be able to more into his thoughts somehow. Eventually he was fully clothed again, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt.
"What's your favorite flavor?" He questioned almost in an innocent manner, his voice quiet as he watched the other likely begin to dress himself. Curiosities of the magpie's intent had him flabbergasted as to what the end goal was here—almost never had he just had sex with someone, only to then leave whatever club or motel he was at to go get a slushy of all things. It was almost a laughable predicament, but he felt too invested and a bit attached to just walk away and miss out on what this could've been. Maybe this still just was a rouse that would lead to his demise, but his grasp on life wasn't all that tight to begin with. So there he stood, watching as the other got redressed, his hands shuffling slightly inside of his sweatshirt pocket, ready to be lead out and would follow to wherever the nearest gas station was to grab a slushy from.
Extra info:
—I live in EST time zone
—I am in my mid twenties
—I love music and also love sharing songs that remind me of our characters or parts of our rp
—I am always open to yap about our characters or other things, if you’re interested to.
-Teasing, Multiple releases, Light bondage, Release Denial, Sex Toys, Gagging (more can be discussed if there's anything you're interested in and want to see if I'm okay with)
Spoiler: Limits/Hard No's
-Incest, Non-Con MasterXSlave, Omegaverse, Age-play, not discussed character/animal deaths, Intensely described/uncanny gore
-Incest, Non-Con MasterXSlave, Omegaverse, Age-play, not discussed character/animal deaths, Intensely described/uncanny gore
~And now you call it madness, but I call it love~
~Thanks for reading and DM me if you’d be interested to discuss more!~
~Thanks for reading and DM me if you’d be interested to discuss more!~