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The setting is vague; we can plot and scheme together.
I had this ideal of a dark romance where two characters meet during a masquerade and fall for one another during the evening.
Now, hear me out. I do NOT wish for an extremely toxic relationship. However, I do like the idea of both characters being equally enamored with one another, to the point of it being (a bit) obsessive. Thus, morally grey characters or even villains are very welcome for this idea.
I seek tension, of course, but I prefer the troubles to come from outside the relationship, rather than from inside.
Perhaps they are not meant to be together, or maybe someone fears what they could do together - whatever it may be, I want our characters to defeat the odds together at the end.
Still, I am open to some rather dark themes and questionable decisions from our characters, as long as we keep cheating off the table. I can excuse murder; I draw the line at any form of cheating.
If this is set in a low or high fantasy setting, or perhaps even something more realistic, I am adaptable either way. Let us create this world and setting together!
You can find my starter below. If you are interested, feel free to respond to it so I know if we are a match ;)
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Crimson red curtains draped over the windows reflected the candlelight. Small flames flickered in the golden candelabras. Perfume and incense alike curled through this massive hall. Everything held a meaning here, no matter if it was about how the people moved their hands. Or how they held their champagne glasses. Even the colors they wore, the shape of their masks, it all held a meaning. But that meaning only made sense to those who paid close attention, who knew things others did not.
There were masks made out of porcelain. Others were gilded and extravagant enough to make even high society look at them with surprise. Meanwhile,, some people decided to conceal their entire face just to be sure. Feathers stuck from some, colorful and in various sizes. The affluent did not shy away from adding small pearls and other gemstones to their masks. It was more than a status symbol.
Silk brushed against velvet. Skirts reached the ground easily. Cloaks were nearly as long, brushing against the polished marble floor. Nothing seemed real here; no one seemed themselves. Particularly not those who engaged in conversation, giggling and snickering about things that seemed to drip with venom, even when the words themselves should be seen as something pleasant. Everything was a weapon here. Even how the ladies held their fans was a signal one needed to know how to read.
Dark roses were littering the space, even curling up the dark staircase on the side. Behind it was a path leading into the shadowed secret of this place. Secrets were everywhere.
Names were irrelevant, but their reputation was not. It was a delicate balance between not knowing who was in front of you and having to suspect the correct one to make the right decision.
In the middle of the room, people danced like in a dream. The music was slow, almost intoxicating. People guided their partners through elegant spins. Not a single bare hand touched anyone tonight, for everyone wore gloves. Some moved perfectly synchronized with the waltz while others leaned in close to whisper secret words.
In a corner stood a short, stout woman. Her gown was the color of the midnight sky, scattered with tiny silver stars. It reflected the light with every movement. The bodice was a shade darker than the skirt, with a sweetheart neckline, showing off the various moles that littered her neck. Several layers served to make the skirt appear impressive.
A silver mask hid her face, shaped with crescent-like curves and adorned with a few light blue feathers. Her natural curly auburn hair had been pinned up with a few star-shaped pins. A silver necklace rested on her chest, and a simple bracelet slid down her white glove every now and then. In one hand, she held a fan that looked just like her gown, fanning her face a little; she sighed deeply after a while. With no one having approached her just yet, she closed the fan slowly, indicating that she was growing bored of this lonely situation.
The lady she had talked with a few moments ago had been stolen away for a dance some time ago, leaving her waiting impatiently for someone to make the first move. After all, it would be most unseemly for a lady to approach someone first.
- NOT a Racist, Sexist, Homophobe, Disabilist, Fatphobe… etc
- 21+ years of age (as am I)
- LGBTQIA+ friendly
- Active (one RP message daily)
- Writing regular messages of +200 words, written in 3rd person and past tense
- Interested in writing M or NB
- Cool with my OC being plus-size F
- Excited about a quick-paced romance with obsessive and possessive themes from both characters
- Open to writing smut (~80:20 plot-to-smut ratio; less is always possible; more can to be discussed)
The setting is vague; we can plot and scheme together.
I had this ideal of a dark romance where two characters meet during a masquerade and fall for one another during the evening.
Now, hear me out. I do NOT wish for an extremely toxic relationship. However, I do like the idea of both characters being equally enamored with one another, to the point of it being (a bit) obsessive. Thus, morally grey characters or even villains are very welcome for this idea.
I seek tension, of course, but I prefer the troubles to come from outside the relationship, rather than from inside.
Perhaps they are not meant to be together, or maybe someone fears what they could do together - whatever it may be, I want our characters to defeat the odds together at the end.
Still, I am open to some rather dark themes and questionable decisions from our characters, as long as we keep cheating off the table. I can excuse murder; I draw the line at any form of cheating.
If this is set in a low or high fantasy setting, or perhaps even something more realistic, I am adaptable either way. Let us create this world and setting together!
You can find my starter below. If you are interested, feel free to respond to it so I know if we are a match ;)
---
Crimson red curtains draped over the windows reflected the candlelight. Small flames flickered in the golden candelabras. Perfume and incense alike curled through this massive hall. Everything held a meaning here, no matter if it was about how the people moved their hands. Or how they held their champagne glasses. Even the colors they wore, the shape of their masks, it all held a meaning. But that meaning only made sense to those who paid close attention, who knew things others did not.
There were masks made out of porcelain. Others were gilded and extravagant enough to make even high society look at them with surprise. Meanwhile,, some people decided to conceal their entire face just to be sure. Feathers stuck from some, colorful and in various sizes. The affluent did not shy away from adding small pearls and other gemstones to their masks. It was more than a status symbol.
Silk brushed against velvet. Skirts reached the ground easily. Cloaks were nearly as long, brushing against the polished marble floor. Nothing seemed real here; no one seemed themselves. Particularly not those who engaged in conversation, giggling and snickering about things that seemed to drip with venom, even when the words themselves should be seen as something pleasant. Everything was a weapon here. Even how the ladies held their fans was a signal one needed to know how to read.
Dark roses were littering the space, even curling up the dark staircase on the side. Behind it was a path leading into the shadowed secret of this place. Secrets were everywhere.
Names were irrelevant, but their reputation was not. It was a delicate balance between not knowing who was in front of you and having to suspect the correct one to make the right decision.
In the middle of the room, people danced like in a dream. The music was slow, almost intoxicating. People guided their partners through elegant spins. Not a single bare hand touched anyone tonight, for everyone wore gloves. Some moved perfectly synchronized with the waltz while others leaned in close to whisper secret words.
In a corner stood a short, stout woman. Her gown was the color of the midnight sky, scattered with tiny silver stars. It reflected the light with every movement. The bodice was a shade darker than the skirt, with a sweetheart neckline, showing off the various moles that littered her neck. Several layers served to make the skirt appear impressive.
A silver mask hid her face, shaped with crescent-like curves and adorned with a few light blue feathers. Her natural curly auburn hair had been pinned up with a few star-shaped pins. A silver necklace rested on her chest, and a simple bracelet slid down her white glove every now and then. In one hand, she held a fan that looked just like her gown, fanning her face a little; she sighed deeply after a while. With no one having approached her just yet, she closed the fan slowly, indicating that she was growing bored of this lonely situation.
The lady she had talked with a few moments ago had been stolen away for a dance some time ago, leaving her waiting impatiently for someone to make the first move. After all, it would be most unseemly for a lady to approach someone first.