Daylight Fantasy
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Hello, I'm Daylight/Day and I'm looking for some casual, ocxoc fantasy and/or fandom rp to fill my time!
-Writing Length: I tend to write around one to five paragraphs. The length changes depending on how I'm feeling but they're usually around that range.
-Posting: My schedule is extremely out of whack these past few days so my post will range from 2-3 a week to biweekly. Feel free to bug me once in a while if I don't show activity.
-Where to RP's: When it comes to 1x1 rp's, I prefer to have rp's on site.
-Romance & LGBT+: I'm open to romance and LGBT themes/characters, as long as our oc's have some sort of chemistry with each other.
-Sexual and Gore Levels: Smut is always on the table, as long as it doesn't take over the rp. However, gore isn't something I'm open to.
Abt You
-Writing Length: At least a paragraph! I'll try to mirror your response as well!
-Posting: Around one post weekly or biweekly.
-Ghosting: I'm quite fine with ghosting but I'll appreciate it if you tell me if you're going on break/hiatus.
If you're interested, please dm me here with any heart emoji & any plots/fandoms you're interested in!
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(All characters will be aged up)
-Pokemon (Anime and Games OK)
Preferred Regions: Kanto, Sinnoh/Huisui, Kalos, Alola & Galar
-My Hero Academia
Preferred Pairings: Hero X Sidekick, Hero X Villain, Hero's Sidekick X Villain's Sidekick
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(All characters will be aged up)
Word Bank: Medieval Fantasy, Middle Fantasy, High Fantasy, Mermaids, Fae/Fairies, Slow Burn, Soulmate, Red String of Fate, Travelling, Destiny, Gods, Demons, Modern Fantasy, Wuxia, Reincarnation, Childhood Friends, Co-Workers, Flowershop
Plots ... !
i : A Bad Example of a Perfect Curse inspired! . . . . . In the Lunefaust Empire, witches had once roamed free and dirtied the soil with curses and malevolent spirits. However, when the Altalune Kingdom had eliminated them, the Lunefaust separated itself from surrounding empires to prevent the curses that once soaked the lands affected others.
There was a rumour about twins. When the witches roamed freely, only one of a pair was destined to live past eighteen. Laura and Laurent were twins, heir to the Altalune kingdom. One was scholarly but ill, the other was cast to the side, forced to join the knight's organisation. However, when one ill twin dies, the other has to crossdress as the other twin to serve as a knight in a rivalling kingdom. Once the twin is assigned a royal bodyguard, they have to face a "real" curse.
Themes: Medieval Fantasy, Crossdressing, Curses, Knight x Royal, Political Tension
A/N: I have a set of twins already made for this plot(Laura and Laurent). If you wish to play the role of the twins, lmk and I'll make a royal for you!
ii ; A Date with Death & Our Life(visual novel series) inspired! . . . . . The Solmyra Empire is a peaceful sanctuary who welcomes all species to thrive and live happily. Benevolent, happy and all peaceful, the Solmyra Empire is seen as mildly dystopian and foreign to Empires outside of it. They clearly never had a single "bad" event happen during their lifeblood.
Grim Reapers linger around the Solmyra Empire. A secret organisation formed by the royals to send the deceased to a peaceful afterlife. The Grim Reapers are chosen souls that linger even after their lives are gone. Their soul purpose is to send those who are succumbing to their inevitable death.
Fortune is one of many Grim Reapers who deals with souls. A peaceful and a giant pushover, yet somehow still does his job. Even after years working with souls, he somehow never gave up on it. Death always followed him, from his exorcism services to his eventual death until he got reborn years later as a Grim Reaper. Your character, a childhood friend of his, was a soul previously connected before they reincarnated (with or without memories is still up in the air). They have the oddest of luck: always avoiding death unintentionally or not. When your character applied to university, Fortune was sent out to carry their soul into the afterlife. However, given your character's track record, it isn't going to be easy. However, a simple chatbox would do the trick! Good luck chatting with the grim reaper!
Themes: Modern Fantasy, Slice of Life, University, Grim Reapers
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Legolin could feel the cool air kiss his skin as he laid silently. Silent, motionless, not even a hint of comfort. Not like he'd needed it, it was a normal time that was not worth celebrating. Dragging himself from the ground, Legolin pried his hair from his face to gain a better vision of his surroundings. The floor is littered with bits and pieces of his trinkets and his tent is bare as ever. Temptations to decorate his part were never there, the Itari's instinct to set off into a wandering sprint was much, much greater.
The sun was shining when Legolin opened his eyes. It was already daytime and he just woke up. How long did he stay up to find and chat with the spirits around the seaside? Not even touching his comb, Legolin brushed a few strands of his hair with his fingers before gathering his things. There was not much to do in his stay area. It was just a place to sleep and rest and Legolin treated it as such.
Shoes that had seen better days and plain clothes that are arranged something akin to formalwear, Legolin found himself walking out towards the beachside. A fine day for drifting about. Or perhaps, there was something the spirits didn't tell him before his sleep. Sand tucking themselves around his bare feet, Legolin aimlessly headed forward. Spirits will come see him whenever they're ready and will let him know as such. Sometimes they have such obvious ways of letting Legolin know.
His ears catching the waves and chatter from a distance, Legolin snapped out of his trance slowly. The majestic waves in front of him were shimmering and playing with the sunlight, treating the rays as if they were toys. A foreign concept, to be playful and cheerful. Maybe in the next life or the next one, he would experience such joy.
Yet Legolin paid no attention to the scattered souls who found their ways on this beach. He was not the one to order their attention to him and change the flow of time. Everything can come and go as they please, unaffected and free just like Lady Wind.
Placing a hand to his chest, Legolin prayed for the spirits he'd encountered. It wasn't a regular thing he did but the Itari felt like it was supposed to happen at this time. I will pray for your safe journey, forevermore.
The instinct to stop and admire the view stopped him in his tracks. It was a peaceful day, ones like this usually don't last long. How long was it until he returned to Wayfinders headquarters. Legolin still had his equipment with him when he got here so he'd figured he'll be fine as long as he is safe and sound when he returns. Standing where the ocean meets the sand, Legolin could feel the cool water of the ocean kiss his toes. A melancholic feeling Legolin thought had to exist once in a lifetime. Light and comforting, yet like the ocean was offering him a free trip down to the myths of ruins and cities on the ocean floors.
Angel's eyebags already started to form when he arrived in the Kealu region. If his friend didn't push him to join the Gym Leader Initiation here, Angel would have been happily be locking himself in his room planning further performances, staring at the ceiling and watching Abra play with the items in his room. It was a very boring life, yes, but it's better than dissociating in large crowds or draining his social battery.
The sun was barely up and he was forced to wake up and drag his body up to the Academy. The last live stream he did just the night before the initiation was taking a toll on him; giving him a sleep shorter than the wanted. Let it be known that Angel hates sleepless nights, or in this case, sleep less nights than usual. Looking over his shoulder over at his partner, who was using it's psychic to carry (and play with) some of Angel's jackets. Angel didn't say a word, just motioned the Abra to follow him to Aetherforge's courtyard.
The mist surrounds the ground whips out of Angel's path as he walks forward with a drag. His clothes neatly cleaned, hair loosely brushed and his eyebags covered up with concealer to keep up appearances. Abra followed him jacket shoved down a backpack that it's carrying. The Alakazam looking over the other gym initiates stood there menacingly, apparently not menacing enough for Angel and Abra to cower in fear; just a slight intimidation. Abra was the least intimidated, in awe of it's final evolution.
Dazed silence passed between the two. Hidden behind his long bangs, Angel rests his eyes, feeling his conscious slips in and out. Thankfully, if it wasn't for Abra occasionally using his jackets to wake him up, Angel would have found himself collapsed on the floor sleeping. Two trainers stepped to the middle of the courtyard with legendary and shiny pokemons by their side. Impressed by the presence of a legendary pokemon, Angel's hands soundlessly clapped against each other.
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