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[WoolooDreams]

★ ⋆ Howdy ya'll and welcome to my request thread, please feel free to send a PM if you're interested!! ⋆ ★
status : [OPEN]

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[About Me]
Hey there, my name is Tobias (he/him), but you can call me Tobi for short! I'm 36 years old and have
been writing for a long time. I've been without RP for a hot minute and I'm looking to get back
to creating with other like-minded folks! As a heads up I work 7 on 7 off so on my on week I'll be
less able to reply than when I'm on my off week. If that's alright with you with me being slower on my
on weeks then awesome!

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[Requirements]
1. Be able to at least write 4-500 words per reply minimum. Anything more than that would
be great! It's usually more interesting to the story the more involved we both are.
2. Please communicate any boundaries/ideas that you have, RP is supposed to be
fun, not something to stress us out!
3. Should be obvious but please do not control my character, I tend to be really lenient and
open to what can be done to my characters just gotta talk to me!
4. I have no problem coming up with ideas, but I would appreciate if the effort was
a mutual thing! More ideas more plots! Muahahaha.
5. Please please please read over My Characters so you can get a better idea
of how potential interactions/plots can go! More plots more better!
6. Please have a way for me to read over your characters so I can also come up
with better ideas for the both of us.
7. While I do not mind playing a lady I do have a preference for playing male
characters more. Again, not a huge deal for me to be either.
8. I'm okay with mature topics, be it violence, sex, gore, etc. If I'm uncomfortable
with something I'll communicate that and hope that you do to.
9. The MOST IMPORTANT RULE OF ALL: Have fun!

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[Craving]
Currently craving an M/M pairing, normally I write the top but willing to write bottom. :)
No specific plot for this craving.

[Plot Ideas]
My characters backstories can be adjusted, what I've written is canon, but willing to write
non-canonical situations!

[Open] - Openly available
[In Progress] - Have a thread, willing to discuss to see if there's a new perspective
[Closed] - Unavailable

Special Transport [In Progress]

Spoiler

Y/C has hired the crew of the Broken Delight to transport goods to another port. What your character
failed to disclose is that the goods with them are a ruse and Y/C is needing the transport to escape. This can be they've broken
the law or they are trying to escape from a bad relationship with a higher up or perhaps parents of high prestige.
While the journey starts out smoothly it becomes clear that they are being pursued and have to fight along the way
to protect Y/C. Possible romance with one of the crew members if that's how things pan out.

Saving the World [open]

Spoiler

The rule of the land had been a benevolent man who ruled for many decades. His unexpected death with no
heirs has thrown the kingdom into turmoil. Several people are in the running to take over the throne, it has become apparent
if the one man, Matteo Crivelli, were to take the mantel it would plunge the world into war. It's up to our characters
to make sure that Matteo doesn't succeed. Perhaps one of our characters is secretly the heir that had been
hidden away for their safety and now have to compete to become the ruler?
[No specific one of my characters for this one]

Sacrificial Lamb [In Progress]

Spoiler

Every year the village would sacrifice a single person in order to ensure the continued prosperity of the town. Vincent finally
had enough of this and decided that he would put an end to it. He told his sister, Savannah, that he was going to try and stop it.
A few days before the sacrifice he went missing and much to Savannah's surprise, he was presented as the yearly sacrifice. She
goes to charge the stage and is stopped by Vincent in his wolf form. Turns out their father, Tobias, had changed his appearance
to his son's. Now it's up to the siblings with, with help of course, to travel into the woods, save their father, and put an end to it
once and for all.

Don't Read from the BOOK! [open]

Spoiler

M/C [one of the following: Vincent Krugle, Oliver Barker, or Atropos Mickelson] in their trading obtain a book that's supposed to
be something of great power, the only problem is that it's locked with no way to pick the lock. After some time M/C runs into Y/C
and notices the necklace they are wearing. It's a family heirloom and Y/C isn't willing to part with it for any money. Finally,
convinced to come along, Y/C follows them back to their house and unlocks the book. Curiosity has them reading
from the mysterious book they unlocked. Now the dead began rising. Another book must be found in order to
put the dead to rest once more lest they overrun the world.

Easy In, Not so Easy Out [open]

Spoiler

On a dare our characters enter an old abandoned building to see if it's truly haunted. While things start out fairly tame with doors closing,
temperature drops, distorted voices and screams, things quickly turn dangerous. The ghosts can grab them and they manage to escape each encounter;
with haste they must get back to the exit as the windows have been barred to keep people in. Upon opening the exit it doesn't open to the
outside like it should have and instead opens to another hall. They must figure out the maze they're in, escape the ghosts and survive, lest they join
the chorus of the restless spirits.
[No specific one of my Characters for this]

Yearly Curse [open]

Spoiler

A witch who had been been put to death after killing several children, she was burned at the stake and with her dying screams she vowed revenge against
the town that killed her. Every year on the anniversary of her death creatures attack the town and many people die. Our characters decide
to go out to where the witch had been living to try and put an end to the curse. An idea I have for this one is that she was actually innocent
and the true killer is still out there.

Fight Club [Closed]

Spoiler

M/C [one of the following: Tobias Krugle or Brenhin Hawking] is a fighter in the local underground fighting ring. It's run by the local
branch of the Mafia, the fighters are contracted to complete so many fights to be free, but most end up dying before they're freed. After
a particularly rough night M/C leaves and ends up passed out in an alley. Y/C finds him and nurses him back to health, he continues to fight
in order to try and earn his freedom, returning to Y/C to be patched up and he starts to catch feelings and decides to leave before
completing the contract. The consequences are dire as he must deal with the fallout.

Magic War [open]

Spoiler

The mages of the world have banded together in order to make sure that they are the ruling class. Anyone who has
any magical talent is recruited in order the fuel the war machine. They're seeking an artifact that would secure their victory but
it's currently eluding them. Those who are fighting against the mages, get a hold of M/C [Oliver Barker or Atropos Mickelson].
Y/C is charged with getting the information out of M/C, who agrees and is willing to help in exchange for freedom.

Romance Pairing Ideas
Enemies to Lovers
Master and Adult Apprentice
Fake dating to real dating
Brother/Sister's BFF
BFF Brother/Sister
Grumpy x Sunshine
Secret Royalty
Forbidden Love
Soulmates
Love Triangle

More ideas to come!
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Writing Sample​

Writing Sample 1

The candle lights danced slowly in the mostly still air of the tavern. Some of them illuminated the faces of the patrons that had been there for some time, the darker parts of the tavern housed a few of those who wished to have little attention drawn to them. The fireplace at the center of the room crackled merrily as it spilled heat into the tavern, a few patrons had taken seats close to it to warm up from the biting cold that clung to them from the outside. It was in the dead of winter and snow was lazily falling from the sky in large fat, flakes. The candle flames jerked as the wind blew in with the opened door, almost threatening to go out when a new patron entered the bar. Brenhin stomped the snow off his boots and shook the snowflakes out of his hair. He could feel the snow on his hair beginning to melt as he started to warm up from the frigid air. He waved at a couple of the other regulars before he quietly took his seat at the bar.

He didn't even have to tell the bar maid his order, she brought over his usual glass of whiskey and a heel of bread for him. He couldn't help but notice that she had poured him extra and he looked a little surprised at this. "That's more than usual." He said, "You didn't have to do that."

"I know you well enough that today's a day for a glass like that. I'll get your stew in a minute." She smiled at him as she went to attend to another customer.

Brenhin let out a soft sigh, there was a part of him that hated that she knew that he was having a worse day than usual, but there was part of him was glad that someone cared for him at all. He brought the glass to his lips and drank the brown liquid, but was surprised it didn't have the usual burn that it did. It tasted smooth and he certainly was going to nurse this drink for a while. Normally he would just drink it as fast as he could to numb what he was feeling but this was too good for that. He took another drink before setting the glass down.

Hawking's eyes wandered around the tavern, it looked like there wasn't a whole lot of people here tonight. There was a small bit of relief as he thought about it. Some days he'd have forced awkward conversations with people who just wanted someone to talk to. Not since the tragedy that had happened in his life he usually wasn't in the mood. Today was not the day for that, the last time someone had tried that on an evening like this he had gotten in a fight with them. It would then be a while before someone would bother him again, but lessons never really stuck around.

A cold breeze blew in as the door opened again as a man entered. He had a confident swagger in his step and then proceeded to sit a couple stools down from Brenhin. He certainly wasn't any of the regulars that he knew and there was something off in general from the man. It didn't take long, after hearing his accent, for Brenhin to figure roughly where this man came from. The man ordered an ale and rolled a large gold coin over his fingers. Brenhin watched him do that for a little while before the man's blue eyes settled upon him.

"Normally it's the women that stare at me like that. I'm sorry to disappoint but you're not my type." The man said.

"It's not like that." Brenhin responded, "You're new to the area?"

The man smiled at him, "Not exactly, I've been in port for a few months, assembling a crew for my ship."

"How's that going?"

"Fairly well, not as many as I would like but I know who I want to recruit." The man's smile didn't fade from his lips as he looked at Brenhin. "While you may not know me, but I certainly know you. You live alone, you work out of your house repairing weapons, you come here every night and order the same things, then it's back to your house where you sleep and do it again." The man took a sip of his ale. "I'm not off the mark."

Brenhin bit his lip, "No... You're not and here I am at a disadvantage with you."

"I'm Aedan Mercurius, captain of the Broken Delight. I'll be straight to the point, I would like a man of your calibur aboard my ship. You would be a great addition and I think it would bring some good things your way." Aedan offered, his eyes watching Brenhin's face.

"Well, Aedan Mercurius. I don't think I'll be taking your offer." Brenhin growled as he then turned back to his drink and bread. "If you don't mind, I'd like to enjoy myself in peace."

"What if I told you I'd be able to help get you what you want?" Aedan said as he then moved closer to Brenhin.

Hawking laughed a little as he said that, "What could you possibly know about what I want?"

"That your life as it is now is just a long series of getting to the next day. I know that you're just floating through life and just utterly directionless. I'm giving you an opportunity to put your skills towards building something. I can help you in your search for the men you're looking for too." Aedan confidently said.

"How do you know about that?" Brenhin growled, he blue eyes darkening as he scowled at him.

"I know a lot about you, it didn't take much plying to get the information out of your neighbors. I know what you truly seek, I believe we can help each other out. I get a weaponsmith and someone skilled in combat to help teach the crew and in exchange I'll employ everything I have in order to help you track down those you seek. It's a shame to see you just stuck in this rut of yours, especially a man of your calibur. What say you?"

Brenhin clenched his fingers around the glass, this man knew so much about him, could he possibly be of help to him? It certainly wouldn't be any worse than it was right now. "Alright, you have yourself a deal."​

Writing Sample 2

Doomsday prophets, religions, and any number of folks who believed the world going out in a single horribly tragic event had their own predictions. This one said fire, this one said flood, this one said ice, this one pestilence; the list could go on and on forever. There were just as many predictions as there were people on this planet. However, there was one man who knew the exact ending to the world. What makes his prediction all the more true than anyone else's? By all accounts he could be just as crazy or maybe even cruel as the rest of them. Well you see, he had uncovered an ancient artifact, one that should have been left alone. He took it, because above all this man was a scientist; there was no room for superstitions other than to be a story you tell over cocktails. A man of science wished to take, catalog, study, and place it into a museum so all may look upon it. Why yes, it would have been wiser had he left it, but arrogance about supernatural things is what the world had no room for.

Dr. Michael Hansen, Micky to his friends, stood in the front living room alone. He was looking out onto the streetlamp lit Franklin Boulevard. The weather hadn't been cold enough for snow today, but there was still some lingering fog from earlier. The stars and moon were blotted out by the typical thick gray clouds of Cleveland. He watched unblinking, his muscles rigid that one might have mistook him for a statue. The only movement he gave was raising his glass of whisky to his mouth, taking a long drink before lowering it once more. A car drove past the window, it didn't look like a drunk driver but the night was young.

Other than the quiet noises the house made and the bit of wind outside there wasn't much going on. Micky's long time colleague and best friend, Professor Ethan Bond, had gone out to a New Year's Eve party. Well more like Hansen had convinced him to leave. Ethan was almost dead set on trying to drag him out, nothing Michael said swayed him. He knew what Ethan thought of him, he watched what was happening and it seemed reasonable for him to want to stay. But with some molding and a promise to check in with a text every so often was what it finally took for Ethan to be out of the house. If anything had happened to his friend because he hadn't been able to get him away, he would never forgive himself. Michael Hansen had brought this on himself, no one else needed to get hurt.

His eyes were focused on the window, when something moved to his left. His eyes moved enough to see a man standing next to him. Pale face, well pressed suit, beard. Then the mouth opened like a snake's and let out a blood curdling scream. Micky dropped his glass to cover his ears, after a moment the scream stopped. There was a light ringing in his ears as he readjusted to the quiet of his house. He looked around and no one was there, he cursed softly and went to go get tools to clean up his mess. As he walked away something came into his mind, he knew that face. That man's face was familiar to him and with that he bolted to his library. He ran to a section more led by his gut instinct rather than forethought.

He ran to a shelf, fingers lightly touching over the spines, quickly reading it, then dancing to the next one. One book his finger just stopped on and he gently pulled it from its place. He sat down at his desk and looked at it. It was the History of Franklin Castle, he let out a shuddering sigh. He opened the book and just by chance it opened up to Hannes Tiedeman with his family. There was a cold chill that went down Micky's spine, it was like a hand had gripped that column of bones and threatened to rip it from his body.

Michael's breath shortened into small gasps, it took him taking in a long deep breath to finally melt that cold hand. He closed the book and got up from his desk to go get another drink. The stairs creaked softly as he went down them to get his drink. He couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on the back of his head, the little gooseflesh that pimpled his skin along his arms. No, this was nothing.

When he had purchased Franklin Castle a few years ago, he was warned of the ghosts but as a man of science he didn't believe in such things. With shows like Ghost Hunters being popular he sometimes allowed amateur ghost hunters into his home for a fee. The more they paid the longer they could stay. Needless to say anytime he posted openings they always were snapped up immediately. It was a nice innocent side gig that he did, took so little effort but there were so many of them who were convinced that they had captured evidence. Some of that had been with a little help of technology and a little help from a friend who ran a haunted house, they were able to make a very convincing act. He never repeated a trick too often, but he had a good thing going.

Never had he felt like something invisible was closing in around him, the house which had been a comfortable 70 degrees felt icy. It felt colder inside than outside, his breath came out in small cold puffs. Then there was a crack of lighting in the sky and the immediate clap of thunder. The noise lightly vibrated in Micky's chest. He realized it wasn't just the thunder, it was his phone as well.

He pulled it out of his pocket and saw that it was Ethan calling. He took a deep breath and a quick moment to compose himself. "Hey Ethan, how's the party?"

"Had me worried, the party's going good. I think I might be able to get into a three way tonight."

Micky chuckled at this, "What ancient discovery did you unearth this time?"

"Well! I just so happened to get chosen for a deep sea dig. We were going to examine some bones someone had found while doing research. Anyway we got down there, the bones were nothing like what happened to bones on land. Between the pressure and sand these bones had turned to pure diamond. It was practically all the way intact. With a bit of snooping we realize it's an ancient whale skeleton. It didn't take us long to find its giant cock bone."

"Whale cock bone? Is that so?"

"Oh yes! But unfortunately it wasn't large enough to beat the record of the world's largest member."

Michael chuckled at that, "Who has the largest cock?"

Ethan then put on the accent of an old British man, "Well you see, unfortunately for you my dear boy that title belongs to me. Soon I'll have two maidens astried it at the same time!"

"Alright, get your maidens, don't trip on your dick!" He hung up the phone with a chuckle, almost forgetting about what had been troubling him. It was good that Ethan called, he wondered what Ethan would do when he stopped answering.

No, he couldn't think that way. There had to be something he could do, he went to his gun safe and started to pull out his guns when a large gust of wind rattled the windows. It wasn't long before he realized it wasn't the sound of wind but the sound of beating wings. He ran up to his desk and hastily scribbled out a note, folded it and put Ethan's name on it. He could feel that fear rising up at the back of his throat, or maybe it was vomit. The flap of wings only grew to a deafening roar.

When all of it ceased and was replaced by deafening silence. His breathing picked up rapidly, terrified out of his mind. His gun wasn't even close to him, he did have a pen at least. Micky didn't even notice the warm liquid running down his leg and pooling beneath him. He opened his eyes and saw the creature he had seen last year during the dig. It was a large skeleton decorated with owl feathers and bright Aztec beads. The great horned owl head looked at him with soulless black orbs, the beak opening and snapping shut.

The words he heard weren't with his ears, but with his mind. "I've come to collect what is due."

"I don't have it." Micky's voice was shaky, terrified.

"Then I shall take what is mine." He spoke, moving with lighting speed and snatching the man up by his throat.​

Writing Sample 3

To say that winter was Marcus' favorite season was quite obvious to most. The shorter days and longer nights certainly made life easier for him, the snow reflecting the moonlight was the closest he would ever get to daylight again. Today the full moon shone brightly overhead, today was certainly a special day. For years he had his eye on particular person of interest, she would be his next companion until the point she shuffled off her mortal coil. He was curious how long this gentle, pure creature would survive in his home. His sharp eyes looked out the window as his present was being delivered, a small smile crossed his lips and he knew his fun was about to begin. Her bright red dress stood out against the pale snow and he could hear her cries as they locked the gate to ensure that she would remain where she needed to be. She was then presented with the only two options: remain in the cold or go towards the manor with a single candle lit in one of the lower windows.

There was the flap of wings as a raven settled in a nearby tree and let out a caw. It's beady black eyes watching her, it wasn't long before a few more ravens settled in with that one. Their caws reverberated through the trees. It wasn't long before the strange howling cries sounded in the distance. It was nowhere near her thankfully but likely a sound she didn't want to know the origin of.

Before she turned to the manor he headed downstairs to begin his usual way of greeting his guests, usually it wasn't face to face at first. He had to toy with them a little bit to initiate the fun. As she approached the manor it was sealed off by two heavy wooden doors. One of them slowly creaked open, welcoming her inside. It wasn't the warmest air that came out of the manor but it was certainly warmer than it was outside. When she entered the manor candles lit up on either side of the door, lighting up the first portraits of women. There was one on either side of the hall, it was a little ways before the first doors on the long hall. Each one of them had a name plate underneath them, the first woman was wearing a bright blue dress and she was rather cheery looking. Lehna Morshall was listed as the name under that one. The woman across from the cheery woman looked like she had been crying and not only was wearing a red dress similar to Iris, but was wearing a heart shaped locket almost identical to the one she was wearing.

The door behind her slammed shut, barring her way back outside. The only option was too move forward into the so far dimly lit hall. As she walked down the candles sparked to life revealing more portraits of distressed women, some of them looked like all the life had been drained out of their eyes as they stared blankly ahead. But there was certainly a theme to each new portrait that was revealed as she walked down the hall: a lot of the women shared physical traits not that different from Iris, but each of them wore a red dress and each of them had a locket like hers. There were quiet echoes of women crying, some of them screaming, some of them pleading, almost like the portraits were still inhabited by the women that were forever enshrined in them. It was almost cacophonous as she reached the stairs before it suddenly stopped. There was the strange eerie emptiness left in the wake of the noises being gone all of a sudden.

As she approached the end of the hall there were stairs that at the top of the stairs was a stained glass window the looked like flowers. The moonlight shown through and illuminated the top of the stairs in a beautiful, colorful display. The candle chandelier above her head lit up and to her right was a picture frame. But unlike the others the portrait was empty, yet to be filled with a painting. Underneath was a chilling detail, the name plate read "Iris Wyles" on a shiny silver plate like all the others.

It was then the candles closest to the door extinguished, then slowly each pair of candles went out and the darkness was creeping in closer to her until she was just left with the chandelier above her head as the only source of light. There was that whisper she had heard her whole life. Quiet and almost indiscernible, but it almost sounded like "Welcome home."

It was then the shadows seemed to stretch forward, it looked like a hand was reaching from there to grab at her.

 

[WoolooDreams]

Updated 1/14 with more detailed plots/ideas