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[selvish]

Howdy, and welcome!

I’m selvish, but that username is pretty subject to change, so you can call me M. I’m fairly new to this site having found refuge here from another after its close, but I am certainly not new to writing, and I am looking forward to bringing to life a whole assortment of stories and worlds to life in this new little nook. With that being said and done, let’s move on to what you’ve come here for, shall we?

A little bit about me!​ I’m M, and I have been writing for over a decade now. I absolutely love to write, plot, plan, and enthuse over stories and characters that I build with my partners. OOC is a big part of where my enthusiasm and creativity delve from, and though we don’t have to be best friends if you don’t wish it, I do the best with partners who are equally as willing to flesh out our little shared world outside of just what we’ve written each other. I would love to get excited with you! Befriend me on discord if you’d like, I’d happily make us a thread just to post inspiration, pin boards, musings, anything! When it comes to writing, I can go anywhere from 300 words to 1200+, it truly depends on what the scene calls for. Something heavier can get longer, but if we are getting through a rather dialogue heavy scene, I don’t usually like to put fluff in there for the sake of taking up space. I write in third person, past tense only. I have a consistently shifting schedule, but can usually get out replies at least a few times a week, if not more. With that being said, I know how life goes and how motivation can come and go. I am patient, I will wait for you. I have waited months before, truly no rush or pressure with me :) This may be an odd one, but I am ghost friendly. I know how it feels when the RP just isn’t doing it, or if you’ve got life going on and don’t have the time or the desire. I get it. As much as I’d love for you to let me know in case there’s something else you’d like, no hard feelings otherwise. When it comes to character sheets, I personally like to lean away from real life face claims. I prefer art or a good description, just a personal preference! AI art, however, is a large no-no for me. I am open to exploring darker themes, but a little more on exactly what I mean by that later (I’m not very adventurous, I am just a sucker for some good angst). This RT is designed for any plots/themes that I have the desire to write male characters in, hence the MxM tag. I am also happy to write across from nonbinary characters. When it comes to erotica, I am open to writing it, enjoy it even! However, I do not want it to be the main focus, I prefer a good story. It has its time and place, but if that’s most of what we write, I get rather bored. Besides, isn’t the build up so sweet?

A little on what I expect from you!​ I truly don’t expect much, just a little! I don’t need my partner to match my length when it comes to posts, but please, no one liners or single paragraphs. I only ask that you give me something to work with. Third person, past tense please. Get excited with me! I love to plan, chat, plot, create mood boards etc and love it when my partner is just as enthused.

Plots/Settings​ I am, admittedly, on a little bit of a D&D thematic kick. I find that the possibilities in such a setting are incredibly endless, and I love the fantasy settings as well. Any and every story could be cooked up within it, and I will say it is what I’m craving the most. I’ll list a few other general themes of interest as well, in case it piques anyone’s interest, but if you come to me with the desire and intent to write a fantasy driven story that dips into the “canon” of D&D, we will be fast friends. No stress though! I’ve only gotten into it myself in the last year or so, I am no expert, I just enjoy the setting/class/race system. Lore be damned if we must. Themes/Settings D&D/Fantasy/BG3 — you know the drill. Definitely a setting of my highest cravings at the moment, and one I am likely to have some more solid foundation for when it comes to plot. It’ll be like one on one D&D campaigning, except without all the dice rolling and improv in-person RP that always seem to make me forget every word in the english language. Really, it’s just a fantasy setting with pre-determined spells and races for me to pick from (I am very partial to drow). We make up our own rules, right? Never played? No problem! But I do have some TV shows that I highly recommend ~ Japanese/Samurai Ever seen Blue Eye Samurai, or perhaps Demon Slayer? The Tokugawa Period may be considered a time of prolonged peace, but we could certainly shake things up, through supernatural means or otherwise. ATLA Only for OCxOC, but it is a setting I am willing to explore, though the plot would have to be pretty decent. I know my list of themes is rather small, but I tend to tailor my requests threads to whatever I’m craving in the moment. I’m sure I’ll add more as I go on, but I wanted to put this feeler out there. And as I develop plots, I’ll add those as well! I’m not always the best at coming up with those solo, I usually prefer to pick a theme or setting with my partner and start throwing out ideas, but I’ll come up with something i’m sure! Also, when it comes to themes, I am open to darker themes. That includes gore/violence/traumatic experiences/narrative relevant bigotry for our characters, I think it can add to a story and also to their development as a whole — what that does not mean is that these are experiences that our characters direct at one another in a kink setting. I do not enjoy non-con, violence, degradation, physical violence or abuse in any sort of sexual or romantic undertone. Incest is a NO. If you think you’re interested at all, or even if you have a setting or plot not listed here that you think I may like, shoot me a message! I’m sure we could come up with something pretty cool.

Writing Samples​ This one is a little snippet of a BG3 scene I took it upon myself to write of my OC and one of the companions. A slice of fanfiction, technically, I suppose. Spoiler: SAMPLE “Astarion,” Vosska pushed aside the curtain draped from the doorway, tentatively stepping through. His eyes fell on once-white hair, still matted with crimson, pinching his brow in simmered concern. The room was quiet, save for the soft breathing from the tub’s occupant. Astarion’s back was to the door, an indiscernible tilt of his head the only indication he’d heard at all. Vosska tightened his hand over the curtain. “Are you . . .” alright, he trailed off. “You’ve been in here quite awhile.” “Oh.” Came a muted voice, mumbled into the air. “I’ll be finished soon.” A breath of silence passed. Vosska shifted on his feet, looking down at the curtain gripped between his fingers, then back to the tub. He watched as Astarion’s bare shoulders rose and fell in a silent sigh, remembering the way they’d shook with the weight of his anguish earlier in the day. Releasing the curtain, Vosska crossed the room. Bare feet padded over wooden floorboards as he picked up a stool, carrying it over to the tub. Setting it down quietly, he took a seat, the wicker creaking under new weight. Bracing his forearms against the wooden rim of the tub, he leaned forward, drinking in the sight before him. The weight in his chest grew. Smooth, ivory skin winestained with flecks of red. The blood covering his face had long since dried, cracked at the edges and deepened to the color of rust. Thin lines cut through the grime where tears had once been, chased down pale cheeks. Red eyes stared down into the water, dull and unseeing. Vosska missed the strength in them. He dipped his fingers into the tepid water, disturbing its surface, then reached for the cloth hung over the edge. “May I?” He asked softly, wetting the cloth. Astarion hummed in agreeance. With a gentle hand on his shoulder, Vosska coaxed him down into the water. When he resurfaced, pink rivulets ran down his face, dripping off his chin. Vosska wiped away what remained, gently erasing each speckled reminder of the night, of him. Once satisfied, he moved his attention to his hair, nimble fingers untangling stained curls, washing them of blood and filth. Astarion’s eyes fell closed, and Vosska frowned at the remembrance that no one had cared for him before. It didn’t matter. He was here now, and Cazador was gone. Vosska smoothed Astrarion’s hair back once the water dripped clear from the ends and wrapped an arm over his front. Thin fingers came up to grip his wrist as he nuzzled into the wet of his hair, pressing a firm kiss against the side of his head. The grip on his wrist tightened. “I’m proud of you,” he whispered, not missing the way Asarion tensed in his embrace. He tightened his arm. “You did the right thing.” “Did I?” Vosska cracked his eyes open as Astarion turned around, his hand falling to hold the small of his back. He was greeted with hardened red eyes, brow furrowed down over them as Astarion reached out, hands curling into the front of his shirt. “Because I don’t feel it.” “Astarion . . .” “I don’t feel anything.” His voice quivered. The threads of his shirt creaked underneath Astarion’s grip, his hands shaking. Vosska frowned at the shine in his eyes, and the flushed skin underneath them. They hadn’t spoken since leaving the Szaar Palace, he’d wanted to give Astarion time alone, but . . . Well, it had been time enough. Vosska’s hand came up, taking Astarion’s wrist in a gentle hold. He tugged, loosening the other’s grasp, ghosting a featherlight kiss against bruised knuckles before letting go. Wordless, he stood from the stool, stripping himself of his clothes under the weight of a cautious gaze. “What are you doing?” Astarion frowned, watching as Vosska stepped into the tub, lowering himself into the chilled water. Vosska held out his hands in unspoken invitation. After a patient moment of wary consideration, hands slid into his own, palm to palm. He curled his fingers over and pulled Astarion closer, freeing one hand to reach between them, holding the side of his face. “Astarion.” Vosska mumbled, low and sorrowed. He watched the guise begin to crumble to nothing with the quiver of a lip. Astarion’s eyes fell closed, a tear slipping down as he turned into the palm cradling his face with a shuddered breath. “Oh, love,” Vosska crooned, wiping away the stray tear with his thumb. Vosska gathered him close as Astarion fell in against him, arms wrapping around him, hands flattening over his back and pulling him close. “It’s alright,” he whispered as Astarion dropped his face into the crook of Vosska’s neck, hand smoothing a trail up his scarred back, and down again. “I’m here.” Feeling hot drops of grief drip against his neck, Vosska dipped his head down, pressing his lips against Astarion’s shoulder. “I’m here,” he whispered again, peppering soft kisses over his shoulder, his neck, his chest. Rough hands smoothed across his back, down his waist, over his hips, painting every inch of skin he could reach with the gentleness of adoration. He’d spent many nights like this over the last months, mapping out the shape of his body, committing the softness of his skin to memory. Hours spent just like this as Vosska worked to erase the feeling of every unwanted touch, scrubbing away the memories of each violation, wishing to replace it all with warmth and tenderness. “I love you,” Vosska whispered between them, hands smoothing up his arms to take Astarion’s face between them, tilting his head up. His thumbs caressed underneath worn eyes. “Can you feel that?” Astarion’s eyes moved over Vosska’s face, hands lifting from the water to hold the crook of his arms. Two hundred years of torture had left him scared of intimacy, scared of this. “Perhaps you should show me again, darling,” Astarion rumbled, eyes falling closed. “Just to be certain.” Vosska’s mouth pulled up at the corner as he leaned in, planting a lingering kiss against his forehead. “Like that?” Astarion shook his head. Vosska hummed, ghosting another kiss against his cheek. “Hm?” Astarion grumbled, drawing a smile from Vosska. Tilting Astarion’s head up, Vosska dipped down, pressing his lips tenderly against the other’s, eyes fluttering closed. Astarion breathed a heavy sigh into the kiss, arms curling over Vosska’s shoulders as they broke apart. Resting their foreheads together, Astarion dug his fingers into Vosska’s back, grasping with the weight of the words he couldn’t yet say. Nodding in lieu of it, he nestled closer, enjoying the warmth of the arms settling around his waist. “Again.”