MxM Gargoyle Seeks Emotionally-Charged Fantasy Romance

[Seremyst]

Hello!

You can call me Myst, and while I wear a cat-shaped gargoyle suit most of the time, I am, alas, a human of flesh and blood.
I am an Agender/AFAB individual, Queer as hell, and I've been roleplaying for 25+ years at this point. I've been thrilled to find a place like this to come and post about my silly little characters.

My writing style tends towards the more literary, with my posts averaging around 400-600 words, though I have been known to surpass 1500-2000 when it's called for. I don't consider post length to be synonymous with quality, however, so please don't take this as a hard rule or expectation. I generally can reply daily, sometimes multiple times a day, but am happy to wait for an enthused reply. If a couple weeks go by, I might check in, but please don't feel pressured -- I just want to make sure everything's okay!

Fantasy and Sci-fi are my favourite, though anything Paranormal could certainly be up my alley as well. Fantastic creatures, mythical monsters, traditional fantasy, aliens, androids, demons and angels: they're all great!
I adore Romance and almost all of those tropes when done well. I'm an avid reader and writer of the genre - both queer and straight - so I'm very familiar.

While I do prefer RPing M/M pairings, at this point I've written many different flavours of gender and sexual orientation and it's always most important to me that characters have chemistry, that they vibe together, and that my partner and I have styles that mesh well and that we want the same things out of the RP.

Story is very important to me, and while I always love a meaty plot, I also like smaller, more self-contained and character-driven RPs as well, with just enough plot to get us started and grow from there. I am an active participant in planning and worldbuilding and love when both people have input on the plot. I do prefer our characters to be OCs, though I could be interested in the right canon/fandom setting with the right person. I also very much like having an OOC giggle when our characters are doing something ridiculous. I'm friendly, and happy to engage you in OOC chat as well.

I have very few limits in terms of physical violence - I don't like extended torture scenes.
Pain is okay, gratuitous violence, blood & gore, but if someone is being actively tortured, I think it's reasonable to either gloss things over at some point or fade to black and deal with the aftermath.

I do, however, RP smut enthusiastically and as a vital part of any romantic RP I get into. I love all kinds of relationship dynamics, am happy to engage with a number of different kinks, but I would prefer to discuss that privately.
My hard no's aren't terribly surprising: Scat/vomit, inflation, macro/micro (like giants and the like), daddy/little and vore just aren't for me. I don't plan my roleplays around the kind of sex they're going to have, either.

I think that's all I have to say for now - I'll update this thread as needed with potential plots, characters or other things as I think of them, but if you think we sound like we would fit well together, please do send me a PM!

 

[Seremyst]

Potential Plot Ideas

While I do enjoy brainstorming and worldbuilding with a partner, I also sometimes get inspired to write starters, or have threads that were started and then went nowhere that I would be happy to play out with someone else!

If any of these appeal to you, please do let me know, and we can build off of them together!

Plot/Starter #1:

A war between fae and mortals has been stretching out for years, causing worsening casualties on both sides that have been catastrophic to the long-lived fae people. In order to try and force a truce, the king of the Unseelie fae has elected to take a hostage to be ransomed back in exchange for serious peace talks and treaties. But what happens if the humans don't want this hostage back, once the treaties are signed?

This was originally written with an MxF plot in mind and the starter makes that obvious, but I would happily adapt it to any gender/sex configuration.

Looking for romantasy, enemies to lovers, forced proximity kind of vibes.

Spoiler: Kidnapped & Ransomed by the Fae King

With the embers and ashes and black plumes of smoke whipping through the air around them, one might've never guessed that just outside of this burning village, snow and ice covered the ground in a sheen of unseasonable cold. Before his army had come - as small a force as they were - this had been a summery paradise. Warm air, lush grasses and trees in full bloom, thick with leaves and fruits. Around him, buildings burned, screams echoed as the populace fled for their lives. Their mortal lives, short and inconsequential, barely of note to King Icylis Snowborn of the Unseelie, who cared so little for this peasantry that he hadn't even given the order to kill any of them.

It was enough that they were frightened, panicked, fleeing from him and the small force he'd led into this idyllic place - seeming to him nothing more than a spot for the human nobility of the kingdom of [PLACE] to come holiday, rather than any kind of bastion of power for their kind. Would it trouble them at all, he wondered, to have their summer homes plundered and burned to cinders?

It would trouble one family, at the very least. That he knew for certain.

[FAMILY NAME] - one of [PLACE]'s most prominent families, both economical as well as commanding an elite force of warriors all on their own, had proven to be a thorn in Icylis' side since the beginning days of this years-long war. His mother had known them to be as much an annoyance as the King and the Royal armies and in the early days, but hadn't focused on eliminating them first, when there were other and more urgent battles to be had. Icylis would not make that mistake himself. He'd gathered intelligence, managed to turn one of the serving staff to the fae's service with promises of delights beyond their mortal ken, and had been... enlightened.

High Lord [FAMILY NAME] had a daughter. Not only a daughter, but one that hadn't been bargained away as a marriagable pawn to one of her father's allies. She was oftentimes home at her family's estate, but it had been said that in order to try and escape the weariness of war, had withdrawn to their summer home with only a few servants and guards.

At first, it had seemed too good to be true - a perfect opportunity to strike, but it also had the makings of a perfect trap... but after whisking his "informant" away to fae lands to see them properly rewarded, their information was tested and found to be true. The girl was here, barely escorted, and Icylis couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

The war had been long for both of their sides, but humans, like vermin, like insects, bred for war. When one fell, another was already grown and trained and ready to take their place. It was not so, for fae.

His people had begun to suffer... and for what?

While he would never cede to the human King, nor surrender, nor withdraw, there was something that Icylis could do: Force a truce. A bargain. The exchange of a valuable prisoner, one of great importance to an equally powerful family, in the hopes that an aggrieved father might entreat his monarch to do the right thing and end this, for the sake of his precious daughter, tormented in the realm of the trickster fae. It was a gamble, and a desperate one, but for the time being, Icylis was unconcerned for that particular piece, not when he waited in the village square, beside a fountain sculpted with a pair of kissing fish and water that was now clogged with debris and grey with ash. A few of his soldiers lingered about him, until one of them called out to their liege.

Turning, Icylis tucked his arms behind himself and stood at ease, lifting his pointed chin as he watched two of his night-sky blue armoured soldiers approaching with a waif of a girl in tow. The girl, still alive and seemingly unharmed - as he'd ordered her to be - was held between them, her arms restrained and she was being forced to walk - stumble, really. - to be held before him.

Icylis was tall, his limbs long and graceful, his waist thin but there was no weakness in his stance, or in the slender twin blades that hung at his hips. His armour, cold white and scintillating with the iridescence of ice, was in stark contrast to the colours worn by his rank and file, a dark cape hanging from his shoulders that looked as if it held a black hole inside the depths of its folds. The hood had been drawn up over his head, concealing most of his face, but what did show through was covered by a grinning skull mask, pure white with only the exhale of breath vapour able to escape from between clenched teeth of the skull mask's visage. He looked like death itself, come to collect her.

"Fine weather for a holiday, is it not, dear lady?" He said mildly, though he couldn't fully conceal the mocking smirk in his tone.