All OC x OC - Various Genres And Multiple Ideas Await

[The Fae]

Spoiler: Introduction

Intro​

You can refer to me as Saga, Fae, or Seer. My pronouns are It/Its. I am plus-size and a dirty leftist.
Not a fan? Then get the hell off my property, thanks!​

I am the right partner for you when you are:

• Active OOC and want to become friends
• 21+ years of age (as am I)
• Passionate about writing
• LGBTQIA+ friendly
• Invested in plots, characters and worldbuilding
• Loving Romance as much as I do
  

Regarding the Roleplay itself, we will get along wonderfully when you write:

• In third person and past tense
• Messages that are regularly somewhere around 200+ (or more!) words
• One RP message daily, or even multiple messages per day
• Main Characters that are 21+ of age

You will have a lot of fun with me when you are:

• Looking for an Original (OCxOC) story
• Cool with my OC being F(xA) or looking for a Double-Up
• Excited about characters that are diverse and not always conform to social beauty standards
• NOT an Racist, Sexist, Homophobe, Disabilist, Fatphobe… etc
• Willing to hype up OCs, I will do the same for you, my friend

Those are my personal Limits/Triggers:

• Animal Abuse, Non-Con, Torture, Domestic Abuse… etc.
• Explicit Romance of characters below 21+ years of age
• Cheating amongst main characters, no matter if emotional or physical
• Alcoholic and drug addicted main characters
• Constant torture of characters and an overwhelming amount of Angst
• Smut can be done, but does not have to be; I will never want it to dominate the RP

I am comfortable with a variety of trauma and angst, as long as there is comfort and a happy ending!

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Spoiler: Basics

OCxOC​

What you need to know:

• My favourite OC is plus size F, whom I enjoy adding wherever I can
• I prefer FxM and FxNB, but also open to FxF if we vibe
• I do MxM but only if we double (essentially two RPs/main couples)

What I am looking for:

• Morally grey or even villainous characters
• Big fan of dark romance, but not in an extreme, toxic way
• Possessive and obsessive love from both characters
• Serious, cunning, mature, and/or grumpy characters are my favourite
• Overall, characters with depth and not just a single personality trait
• A well-paced medium burn for the romance
• An age gap is always of interest to me, but NOT a must

What I am NOT looking for:

• Toxic relationships
• Constant strife between the couple
• Childish characters who need to be mothered
• Not keen on the typical “himbo/bimbo”, apologies
• Slow-Burns (unless we are doubling, then I will gladly do it for your side)
• Modern Slice Of Life (unless you have a BANGER character and plot)

Favourite Genres:

• Fantasy, my absolute favourite, no matter if high or low
• (Retelling) Folklore, Fairytales, and Myths
• Horror, especially with Monster Lovers
• Adventure, Historical, and some Action
• Romance, of course, is a must for me

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Spoiler: Fantasy Ideas

Fantasy​

YC = Your Character
MC = My Character​

Valor

A high fantasy world of my own design, with unique races, deities, demons, and so much more.
It is a WIP and yet massive already, willing to take the role of a DM as long as you still play Side Characters.
Details can be edited as needed, and your own ideas are always welcome, of course.

Play With Fire

Dragons are greedy and dangerous rulers of this world.
YC is a dragon, your choice if they are the ruler of a kingdom or more of a loner.
MC gets presented to them as a gift - a bride or a sacrifice? The choice is yours.

Old Legends

YC is a warlord who wants to take control of the world.
MC is the hero of the legend that is meant to destroy YC.
The warlord might attempt to capture the hero or might even try to lure her onto their side.
On the other hand, the hero could be determined to destroy the warlord… or really not want to be involved in any of this.

Never Again

MC is a witch who is desperately looking for a teacher.
Either because magic is rare, or no one seems to have knowledge of her magical abilities.
Regardless, YC is capable but first unwilling to teach MC until something shifts.

The Oracle

MC is capable of seeing the future through visions and rituals.
She was raised in a convent, which she was never allowed to leave.
Serving those who came to her for guidance, she was nothing more than a tool.
YC comes to seek her advice, too, perhaps for something grand, like a war, or something more mundane.
Either way, it ends in YC either kidnapping the Oracle or simply helping her flee her golden cage.

On Large Wings

Our characters are dragon riders, or about to become them.
The school they visit could be more ritualistic, perhaps even a cult, or maybe more related to the military.
Regardless, I like the idea of dragons choosing their riders and not vice versa.
No matter if they choose after being hatched or after they reach maturity, not being chosen could be a severe rejection.
It is our choice if the dragonriders are “just” that, just humans chosen by dragons.
Or if they perhaps end up connecting with their dragons more to the point of their minds becoming one with time.

The Choices

On every child's 8th birthday, they are brought to one of the many grand halls.
They are then presented with a large array of items that all have their own meaning.
What they choose is supposed to define them, but the items are supposed to choose them back.
The items may glow, or something more spectacular might reveal that the item was the right pick.
A flower or seed could mean the child grows up to be a Gardener, caretaker, or botanist.
A feather dipped in ink would be Writers, Historians, or Artists.
A weapon could mean royal Knights, Mercenaries, or Soldiers…

A Party Of Four

Your typical DND setting with the potential of this becoming a poly group of four.
No matter if you want them to save the world or perhaps keep it more lowkey, I am open to it all.

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Spoiler: Historical Ideas

Historical​

YC = Your Character
MC = My Character​

A Crown Given

The kingdoms of our characters have been at war with each other for centuries.
However, this cruel play must come to an end as resources are lacking and other issues arise.
YC is either the current ruler or heir of the kingdom MC´s parents have been waging war against.
A marriage is arranged between YC and MC, who might struggle at first thanks to cultural differences and the tension between the kingdoms.
Some people could be opposed to the marriage and union, depending on how much drama you would like to add to this.

A Different Life

MC was the firstborn of a King who would not tolerate his heir being a girl.
He wanted a male heir and thus, his wife, the Queen, panicked.
Luckily, on the very same night, YC was born, a baby boy.
Begging the servant to exchange the children with her, YC was raised a prince and MC as a maid.
The King made it clear that he would not tolerate his firstborn being a girl.
Both growing up together and actually being fond of one another, or not, could be interesting.

Teeth And Rings

YC is a knight with a cruel reputation, which is true to some extent.
MC is the princess, and the knight has been tasked to be her personal guard dog.
It might end with them both running away together to avoid an arranged betrothal for the princess.
Or perhaps they can actually convince the princess's parents to marry for love.

Scandalous Courting

In the Victorian Era, YC was born into the high class.
Meanwhile, MC is either a middle-class woman or a lower-class woman.
Despite this scandal, YC starts courting MC the moment they meet.
All the drama, the gossip, and the dangers of indulging in such a scandalous courting would be explored here.
Massive extra points if your character is based on Dracula, or actually him, though I am willing to go a non-fantasy route here, too.

The North

Our characters are born in the Viking Time.
I am open to a realistic Slice of Life or even a Fantasy route.
No matter if we include Norse Mythology or focus on day-to-day life, I would love exploring this culture.

Your Rights

Somewhere in the past, for I am flexible in the time period, MC dresses and acts like a man.
Perhaps to go to war, to escape an arranged wedding, or simply start a life with actual rights.
Maybe she is even supporting her family or other women that way.
Rather vague, so your ideas are more than welcome.

Bastard Heir

MC is the bastard of an old royal whose royal wife would never bless him with children.
In the last days of his existence, he is torn between letting his legacy fall into the hands of his dangerous and cruel brother…
Or legitimize the bastard daughter he knew he had given a common woman many, many years ago.
He settles for the latter. During the last days of his existence, he arranged for YC to find that bastard heir and bring her to her new life.
It is your decision if your character is a knight, an advisor, or a close friend to the now-dead royal.

As You Wish

MC was never supposed to become queen, for she had an older brother, the heir in line.
However, shortly after her father died, so did his only son, leaving MC to rule.
YC is the advisor who will help the newly turned queen through those sudden changes.
It depends on you if those deaths were an accident… or not.
In the end, the brother might have made an unfit king anyway, perhaps too much like his father.
And it also entirely depends on you how much you want MC and YC to be involved in all this.

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Spoiler: Folklore Ideas

Folklore​

YC = Your Character
MC = My Character​

Do Not Say Thank You

I want to write about the original, bloodthirsty Fae and not the pop culture ones who are just elves.
Rusalkas, Changelings, Huldras, Nokkens… if you know those creatures, please hit me up.
I am open to a variety of potential ideas; we can rewrite old folklore and take our twist on it.
Very open to playing any female Fae for you or a human, however you please.

Maiden of Death

Would love to rewrite the story of Persephone and Hades with any additional ideas or plot twists you might be eager to do.
She definitely ate the pomegranate seeds willingly; that much is clear to me.
Also very willing and ready to indulge other Greek goods as side characters or perhaps even for a doubling.

Deep Waters

One of our characters is the siren, the other one a human.
Perhaps a pirate, maybe a sailor, or just some unfortunate fisher.
Regardless, I can play the siren or the human for you here.

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Spoiler: Writing Sample 1

Writing Sample - One

Poison. Yes. As though she would have been so utterly foolish to poison the Duke with something to be found easily in her satchel. Not that the people believed her when she pointed that out, to them, it must have sounded like she was mocking them. Had she not been leaving behind a trail of red in the snow, she might have been capable of feeling sympathy and understanding. As it was, she rushed as fast as her legs could carry her without tumbling over. The last thing she remembered was how her companion shouted at her to run, and thus she took off.

There had not been any grand guards following her. Thelastial and Stroi were not on negative terms. This was supposed to solidify the occasional trade both countries had with one another. Not lead to her being chased out of Valler with pitchforks and torches. She went straight for the wilds, off the streets, but she was fairly sure she left behind an obvious trail all the same.

There were noises in the distance, shouts, and something told her it was not her companion who had magically escaped to come rescue her. That she even managed to escape the town in the first place had been a miracle. Well, a bloody one, according to the wound oozing red from her stomach. She managed to let some roots shoot out from the ground to slow her pursuers down, but she doubted it was enough. Her heart pounded in her chest as she raced through the darkness. At this point, she was pushing herself to the limits of her endurance. Pain laced through her body.

Out of sight, out of mind they normally said, but sadly, that did not apply this time. At least some entity had shown mercy upon her by placing an abandoned building not far from her. There was no other choice but to hurry inside. The door was partially open, and she hoped it was not a bad omen that someone else was waiting for her inside. There was no light burning from the inside.

At least that indicated for the best. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and neglect. The eerie shadows would normally please her, but the urgency of her situation made her forget all the potential beauty of this scenery. Why did she never develop a talent for the Element of Light? She could simply find a tucked-away alcove in the shadows of the manor and use what little power she had left to become invisible, but no. That was not what fate had planned for her. Limping, she hurried into the next best room, where she almost collapsed due to exhaustion.

For a moment, she contemplated just... lying down and letting it happen, but there was a spark in her eyes that refused to be extinguished. She would not allow them to erase her from existence like a forgotten memory. She had to get back home. So many people were waiting for her. There was still so much to do. But she had to find a way to not only escape this angry mob but flee from Thelastial.

With trembling hands, she quickly cleared space on the dusty ground before pulling a small pouch from her belt. She dug her bloody hand into it and then drew a pentacle with ash on the ground. Swiftly, she shrugged off her backpack and then pulled out some candles. Her movements were hasty; she did not know how much time she had left. Placing the candles on the tips of the star, she lit them with a small flame that curled forth from the tip of her finger. A bundle of dried herbs was pulled out of yet another pouch, and she allowed the tip to burn.

The scent of incense filled the air while she stumbled to the center of the pentacle. There she fell on her knees, her vision slowly blurring. Taking her hand from her wound, she pressed it onto the wooden boards, leaving behind a bloody handprint. With her last strength, she stumbled out of the circle again before clutching her bleeding wound once more.

A very faint glow came from her hand as she healed herself with whatever strength remained. It was not her domain, and she had no more healing potions left. All she could do was hope her magic was enough to stop the bleeding. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she repeated what she was once taught in the hope of never having to use it. If this was her chance... she would take it. So she stretched out her other hand, her face one of pain as the flames of the candles burned higher, and a faint red glow came from her hand.

"As above, so below
In between, a loose place
Where my hand is bloody
Violence - clear and bright as day

Do not bury me away
I am not one with the roots
In the now, in the then
I submit to the unseemly urges

Be ready, oh creature unseen
I will not be standing by blankly anymore
Fate aside, come to me
Let us decide the future anew"

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Spoiler: Writing Sample 2

Writing Sample - Two

Fret not, he said. As though Demeter actually cared about his damned schedule. His work was important, truly. That did not mean she thought of him as important, though. At the very least, not in her daughter's life. "I would appreciate that a lot, Lord Hades." The sweet voice of her daughter was a bit too honeyed. There was this clear interest in Kore that made the mother's heart twitch in her chest. With one arm outstretched, she could keep her child close to her. At least something. While Kore happily babbled away about the most mundane things.

Birds, the one she saved in particular.

Flowers, the ones that typically grow in this area.

When Hekate joined them, her attention swerved to witchcraft. How amazed she was that some mortals actually had such a special connection to the divine. Once Hades also brought topics on his own to the table, she looked even more excited at him. Despite some sharp comments from her mother, the young maiden was not deterred from listening to the deity of death attentively. It made her almost sad when he had to leave. He had the most interesting opinions... So when he stopped shy of their home, she folded her hands in front of her lap. "A shame..." That he had to leave already.

Hades said goodbye to them all but then focused on her in particular, leaving the young woman blushing. The compliment tasted sweet on her tongue, at last, until Demeter groaned and ushered her inside. What followed was a conversation that ended in a sheer endless back and forth. Until Hekate said it was enough for tonight, that they all should get some rest.

Kore was stuck the whole night thinking about all the reasons why she would not see Hades again. They all made no sense to her. So what if he had to stay most of the time in the Underworld? So what if the other deities thought him unfit to some extent? He had been nothing but polite to her this entire time. There was even something inside of her that thought that he looked at her as someone... interesting. Beyond her name. Beyond her mother's. Often, people saw her only as an extension of Demeter and Hekate. Which was an honor, really, but not all Kore wanted to be.

That night, the young maiden made a decision she had been building up to for a while already.

It was time for her to create a life beyond her mother's influence.

The next morning, she got dressed, wearing one of her favourite green tunics, before she picked up the little black bird carefully. "Mother! I would like to visit Apollo. Would you take care of Konos for me?" What a lie. But one she knew Demeter would accept, even if she were to grumble about it. "Please return to us before midnight, dear..."

Kore received two kisses from her mother before she took off. Towards one of the few people she would call a friend. "Hermes!" She chirped upon seeing the familiar man. With her arms spread wide, she pulled the young man into a tight hug. "I need you to do something for me." Now, that made Hermes raise an eyebrow. It was not rare that he was asked for favours. After all, the herald and messenger were always used for this, but... He was not used to Kore asking anything of him. "I knew the day would come when you would reveal to me that you only ever befriended me to abuse my powers..." Dramatically, Hermes tilted his head back to press the back of his hand against his forehead.

Upon that, Kore rolled her eyes. "Oh, shush." She painfully smacked his shoulder. "Do not be like that. I never asked you for anything before, and if I were capable of entering the underworld on my own, I would not ask you at all." For a moment, there was silence before Hermes looked at Kore a bit more seriously. "The underworld? Are you certain? What are you planning to do there?"

"I met Lord Hades yesterday, and I would like to meet him again. Since I have been informed that he cannot leave the underworld often, I wish to visit him instead."

Silence, yet again. But then Hermes merely shrugged. The mischievous little trickster saw that many things could go wrong. But then again, he was way too curious to see what exactly would happen than to deny Kore. He offered his hands to her and grinned when she took them. "Well then... I will gladly drop you off in the underworld, Kore. Just do not come whining for me when the dead scare you pale..." A faint spark came from his hands before the ground split open into a blue light Kore had seen before. They both fell through the ground, into an open space.

"Guess I should introduce you to Ceberus first... He is the guard puppy here after all." Hermes floated with Kore down until they landed on firm ground again. "Meanwhile, I shall inform Hades about his unexpected visitor... I hope, for both of us, that he will delight in your company."

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Spoiler: Writing Sample 3

Writing Sample - Three

Inuyasha's ears flattened against his head. He was always an expressive person, but especially when things did not go as he planned. Which it rarely did, really. Particularly now, when Kanai just dashed off like she was actually suited to defeat someone who clearly had planned this attack.

"Kanai! Get back here!" He growled, but the woman was right; Kagome was still inside the temple. Damned by this woman who never could take care of herself! The flames climbed quickly up the ancient wooden walls, and he really had no choice but to dash inside. "WAIT FOR ME!" He yelled after Kanai, but the fox had never been good at listening, even less when he was the one saying something. "The bastard-" He snarled through gritted teeth as he launched himself into the burning temple, leaping through falling debris and flames alike.

"Kagome!" The woman in question slowly raised her head upward, body still weakened by the poison in her limbs. A tremble shook the room, and she yelped weakly as the ceiling collapsed nearby her. Luckily for her, Inuyasha was quick to arrive. He reached next to her, kneeling. "Are you alright?!" For once, the half-demon wasted no time.

He picked her up, hands tightly holding her body as he made his way quickly out of the flames again. "...The jewel shards...He tricked us..." Kagome groaned before she curled up in a coughing fit due to the smoke she had inhaled. It made Inuyasha's ears flicker angrily forward before he jumped out of the building and dropped Kagome onto the ground, carefully. Meanwhile, Shipp had moved enough, so he was still hidden atop a tree but could look down at Inuyasha and Kagome. "K-Kanai went this path!" He shouted with his little voice, gesturing towards the forest.

His ears hung in frustration. "I couldn´t stop him... You need to get them back!" Just then, Miroku and Sango escaped the burning temple together. Sango had one arm wrapped around Miroku, both stabilising each other as they made their way towards the rest of their group. "They planned this from the beginning, those Band of Seven." Sango groaned while Kirara scurried after her.

Further ahead, Renkotsu moved swiftly through the trees. The bottle with the shards was tightly clutched in one hand. How easy this had been. Trusting humans. A priest's robes, really? He almost wanted to laugh when he heard someone pursuing him. Damn Persistent. Glancing over his shoulder behind him, he noticed the fox woman. She had been suspicious from the beginning. Almost suspicious enough. He had begun to wonder how long it would take for her to catch up. Though he half suspected Inuyasha to be the first to chase after him.

After a moment of contemplating, his pace shifted. Sure, he could rely on back-up, but he would rather just get this done with. Instead of continuing straight ahead, he suddenly disappeared to the side behind thick trees. And the very moment she was close enough, he struck, bursting from his hiding space. Hurling one of the steel blades he had hidden beneath the monk's sleeve directly towards her.

Not yet aiming to kill, but enough to halt her pursuit. Steel flashed, and the false robe was finally removed, revealing the dark armor beneath. With his eyes narrowing, he watched her curiously, almost amused. Another slash through the air, yet again meant to force her to back off, before he jumped a few yards away, never loosening his grip on the bottle of jewel shards.

"I had hoped you'd stay behind with your wounded friends. Or that they at least would send the funny-eared one." A faint smirk spread across his scarred face. Clearly, he found his joke regarding Inuyasha incredibly funny. "But perhaps it's better this way. I suspected you would become troublesome from the start... Now, how do we want to skin the little fox, mh? I will even give you the choice between the slow or the quick way, if only because I am in a hurry."

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Spoiler: Interested?

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1. Write me a DM in which you:
2. Introduce yourself
3. Tell me what idea you are interested in
4. Send me a writing sample
5. Profit!