MxF Descriptive tales of a flawed psyche.

[dramatis personae]

#long-term, #short-term, #frequent, #multiple-per-week
#fandoms, #original characters, #character-driven
#medieval-fantasy, #low fantasy, #cyberpunk
#story-based, #world-building, #romance​

TL;DR

Hello and happy new year!

• I’m looking for roleplays that explore dynamics between flawed characters.

• My style is third person, past tense, descriptive and deliberate, in 2–5 paragraph posts.

• I want us both shaping the story; collaborative world‑building is important to me.

• My pace is usually a reply every 2–5 days, and I value open and consistent communication.

• Themes I enjoy include inner turmoil, difficult relationships, romance, corruption, adventure, and more.

• I’m rather fond of fandoms like Forgotten Realms, A Song of Ice and Fire, Harry Potter, and The Witcher, as well as original medieval fantasy, sci-fi, cyberpunk, contemporary and post-apocalyptic worlds.

• I usually play OCs, since I have nearly 50 of them in my roster.​

If this resonates with you, please do read the full thread!

dramatis personae:

I hail from the ancient land of Europe and have been roleplaying for about 15 years — a carousel I joined after turning 18, so yes, I’m a ripe adult with the full kit: work, social life, and hyperfixations interests. I live with purpose, and I don’t take my time (or yours) for granted.

I’m over 30, and while I prefer partners with a similar level of maturity, I won’t filter by age. I just don’t have the capacity to mirror squirrel energy — I’m more of a trash‑can raccoon, rooting around for the good stuff. That said, I don’t take myself too seriously, and I’d rather you didn’t either. Let’s keep this fun!​

mindset:

I want roleplay to feel like both writing and playing. If we plan every beat, it can feel like we’re just following a script; if we chase mechanics or milestones, it can feel like we’re playing to win instead of exploring the characters. I want us to land somewhere in between: building stories that have room for surprise, and the kind of depth that makes them worth telling.

I click best with partners who enjoy writing interiority, emotional stakes, and characters who evolve over time. If you like exploring tension, consequence, and the psychology behind a moment, we’ll get along beautifully.

OOC I keep things warm, casual and low-pressure. I value open communication and sincerity. My goal, always, is to make things fun for both of us. If you're not enjoying it, getting busy, or losing interest, just let me know! I’d always rather hear from you than guess, and I don't take muse moods personally.

I appreciate partners who bring ideas to the table and aren’t afraid to adjust their writing to fit the moment. It’s about co‑creating, not performing; word counts mean nothing to me on their own.

I don’t care about the sex of the writer — I enjoy writing with people from all walks of life.
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storytelling:

I love stories with emotional depth: inner conflict, messy choices, gray areas, and arcs shaped by character decisions. I tend to start with a loose plot and build organically, though I’m comfortable working with more structure as well.​

I enjoy partners who jump in with ideas, NPCs, and world flavor so we’re both shaping the narrative instead of one person carrying the GM role. I’ll be doing this by default, and I’d appreciate if you’re up for sharing that creative load.​

I’m comfortable exploring darker themes, provided they’re handled with respect and nuance. Sexual content is welcome too, but it should feel purposeful, adding tension, growth, or complexity to the characters.​

characters: (here are some of mine)

I write imperfect, complicated women and love exploring them alongside men with similarly layered emotional lives. I’m fascinated by characters across the spectrum, from the gentle to the monstrous, and I find real joy in slipping into minds unlike my own. I have no type.​

I tend to write with OCs I’ve already developed, because they carry themes I'm eager to explore. Some can be tailored to new settings; others aren’t the same if the world around them changes too much. I’m open to playing canon characters as well, though it depends on the situation.​

Not all of my OCs are listed on the forums, so I appreciate patience during brainstorming. I’ll ask about your ideas and characters while quietly narrowing down which of mine fit best. And when a new muse shows up, you’ll know — I can't really keep quiet!

For character portraits I use realistic digital art or photographs, though I can go without. Please nothing anime — sorry friends, it's just not my thing!​

writing:

I write when I’m genuinely in the mood, usually reply within 5 days, and I’ll always let you know if life gets in the way. I’d love the same courtesy in return.

My style leans deliberate and character‑focused — lots of emotional depth and internal conflict. Expect rhythmic prose with an unreliable narrator. Posts usually land around 2–5 paragraphs. I’ve included samples in the next post, and you’re welcome to peek at my history for context.

That said, I’m here to co‑create fun stories, not get published. You don't need to match my style, nor my length. What matters is the balance between writing craft and being a good partner at the table. If you’re not sure what that means, we can figure it out together!

Yes, I’m attached to my semicolons and em‑dashes; the Oxford comma and I are in a long‑term committed relationship. :>

I'm happy to tweak my posts to keep our dialogue natural: I prefer not to stack too many lines at once so both characters get room to breathe, and I really appreciate partners who adjust pacing with me without feeling tied to every word.​

a few hard noes:

Please don’t move my character around or make their choices without a chat. If you’d like to influence them or move the story in a certain direction, let’s talk about it first.

I welcome heavy, difficult, or even destructive material, but I want it handled with nuance. Darkness should feel real and consequential — not polished into something glamorous or idealized.

I’m not interested in sex scenes that exist only for player gratification; intimacy has to deepen character arcs or complicate relationships.​

genres & their fandoms:

Medieval Fantasy
Historical & Modern
Futuristic (Overwatch)
Sci-Fi (Star Wars)
Cyberpunk (Altered Carbon, Blade-runner)
Post-Apocalyptic (Fallout)​

favorite fandoms:

Forgotten Realms (but with a higher price on magic)
A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones)
Harry Potter/Wizarding World (18+)
The Witcher​

word-bank and themes:
Verisimilitude

courtly love, patching them up after combat, bad person x good person
strong woman x stronger man, exes falling right back into it
partners in crime/adventure, monster x person, older x younger
Stockholm & Lima syndrome, destructive relationships
elite man x courtesan, arranged or tribal marriage​

Person versus self — Person versus society, nature, technology

ascension & descent, tragedy & rebirth in any order or on their own, exploration of the psyche
the hero's journey but also its opposite, corruption & destruction,
magic with consequences, politics & intrigue, mental health issues done justice
the password is wuthering heights, but will you find it, them the big questions
healing or creating emotional trauma, adventure and quest, coming of age
forbidden love (no porn tropes please), religion & cults, duty vs desire
shared (traumatic, optional) background or experience and many more​

if you message me:

If you’ve read this far and feel like we’d click, don’t be shy — drop me a message with a theme from my word‑bank or one of my OCs that caught your eye, and let’s see what kind of story we can build together! ♥​

 

[dramatis personae]

writing samples:
I will not show you my best work; instead, I will show you a sample from various types of roleplay responses since they vary depending on the circumstances. Click on the names to reveal them! Admittedly these are over 3 years old by now, so a revamp is well due but-

The shortest kind, dialogue exchange

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

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

A longer rapid-fire post

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

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

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

A starter in asynchronous writing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Many more samples upon request; you can also check my most recent stories in my signature or post history, though keep in mind my writing adapts to the personality of the character I am playing and my fellow writer's energy.

kink list:

Favorite

Story and character-driven intimacy
Realistic depictions
Romance
Anatomically correct characters
Traditionally masculine men
Affection, touching, cuddling, dating
Foreplay, teasing, intercourse & outercourse
Imperfections in characters and sex

Yes

Consensual & dub-consensual scenarios
Dark themes & violence
Age Differences
Ahegao
Aphrodisiacs
Clit Play
Condoms
Disabilities
Drug / Alcohol Use
Fingering (Vaginal)
Food Play
Foreplay
Multiple Orgasms
Potions / Injections
Pussy Worship
Queefing
Sexual Frustration
Squirting
Stuckage
Teasing
Vaginal Sex (Receiving)
Vaginal Virginity

Maybe

Non-con (case-by-case)
Anal Sex
Fingering (Anal)
Gaping (Vaginal)
Rimming
Rimming

No

1st & 2nd person persp.
Unrealistic sex
Unrealistic bodies & characters
Zoophilia, animal anatomy & anthropoids
Hyper / Macro / Micro / Mega
Bathroom-related kinks
Extreme bodily fluids
Diapers & Infantilism
Flexibility & Contortionism
Vore