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Intro: Hello! I am old, nearly 30, and happily taken. Because I am old, it is of importance to me and with great pleading that I ask my writers to be 20+. I have been writing for about 11 or so years, but my abilities are still average at best, and I tend to range in detail depending on how my brain wants to work. In other words: I am definitely not a pro by any means. I, alas, cannot regale thee with the tinder passions of the great artists that have marked our infamous literary halls, yet I have no less determination to bring forth what the professors call "A for effort"! Wackiness aside, we be ballin.
Schedule: I appreciate patience because I have a job and responsibilities. My average response time is once a week. Semi-Para, Multi-para, I dont think I can do anymore than 6 paragraphs I am sorry novel writers :(
General info: If you like angst, spice, drama, romance, fantasy, smut, fluff, violence, and explosions; I do too!
To be honest, there is not much that I won't detail, I do not want the plot to be just based on the sexual stuff. In Fact, I prefer a painful slow burn to any smut if any ever comes up. I love plotting together and communicating, because it helps move the story.
I am open to any ship; fxf, mxf, and mxm. I do sometimes have a preference for plots, but I am very much open to new stuff and ideas. I am most interested in MxM.
I'm open to some silly Meta breaking stuff once in a while, but don't control my characters without it being discussed. Humor is always a welcome thing for me cuz I love fourth walls in isekais but if jokes go over my head I apologize in advance because I cant really tell when others are serious or not sometimes.
☆Please PM me for interest thank you.☆
The Plots:
1st off, putting the orange fanta in fantasy:
Schedule: I appreciate patience because I have a job and responsibilities. My average response time is once a week. Semi-Para, Multi-para, I dont think I can do anymore than 6 paragraphs I am sorry novel writers :(
General info: If you like angst, spice, drama, romance, fantasy, smut, fluff, violence, and explosions; I do too!
To be honest, there is not much that I won't detail, I do not want the plot to be just based on the sexual stuff. In Fact, I prefer a painful slow burn to any smut if any ever comes up. I love plotting together and communicating, because it helps move the story.
I am open to any ship; fxf, mxf, and mxm. I do sometimes have a preference for plots, but I am very much open to new stuff and ideas. I am most interested in MxM.
I'm open to some silly Meta breaking stuff once in a while, but don't control my characters without it being discussed. Humor is always a welcome thing for me cuz I love fourth walls in isekais but if jokes go over my head I apologize in advance because I cant really tell when others are serious or not sometimes.
☆Please PM me for interest thank you.☆
The Plots:
1st off, putting the orange fanta in fantasy:
Card Magic, Fantasy, Magic Monsters, Academy (+18 obviously), Drama, Romance, Light Smut, Gritty Violence like Berserk welcome here >:)
(( I'm keeping this ridiculous title cuz its perfect ok))
Concept WIP-
You poor typical human, in your average world, living your easy-go-to life, were always a bit of a gamer. You loved MMOs, JRPGS, DND, and had a few dusty collections of precious keepsakes from the gone-bys days of your childhood youth. As you got crippled by the expectation to grind-set of your grades and cram school hellscape, your time for gaming decreased into a depressing faint memory. But, there were some good things to your college suffering. Amidst your suffering and anguish of five essays with ten-k words per each demanded by your sadistic college professors and math that hates reality and bends to no God, you shared classes with someone who was your desk mate from day one and you two bonded over nerdy hobbies after you noticed their Magic the Gathering keychain. You both exchanged numbers and from there it was all going up, if things had only gone your way. A week until Finals, and the stress of studying until your eyes are red from reading Quantum Theory (for Masochists) and still not understanding why you even have to really understand how Event Horizons math, you plan to confess to your crush after this crushing Final Boss is out of the way and you both have time to not suffer for a while. In your silly sleep depravity, you go to class as usual, but on the way you drift along while walking. you think blissfully in a dream state of you and your crush, finally together, unaware to your surroundings as you cross the road. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a rush comes over you and the loud horn of a truck seemingly out of nowhere appears only to [please stand-by :)] your body and before you can even truly process your life 1v1 a truck (no shot, sorry, you lose. truck:1 you:0) your life fades away in a film painting your memories pouring over your vision. A thousand images, feelings, thoughts, even the future of yourself you will never get to be. Then, the next it's gone, as if you are no longer you at all. Bodiless, in a dark pool, in an empty expanse of endless nothing. You wonder if your Quantum Theory final has come back just to mock you one last time in a passing thought.
The next moment, a soft warmth reaches out, and the vision of your crush stands before you looking at you awkwardly, but not in their usual geeky outfit. Instead, they wear a fabric that glows with strange symbols you have never seen before as they speak to you while looking with an almost guilty expression. They explain to you that they aren't from your world, they actually came from another parallel world. They apologize when you ask if you died in the other world, and tell you that it was not by their decision that you were forcibly brought here, but by their world's people. Furthermore, they explain their world once had a hero, one who long ago was framed to have fought off a Calamity that was destroying their universe. However, after the Hero saved this parallel world, they vanished. They tell you that the Calamity has come back, but no hero has arrived for a hundred years and the parallel world is desperate. In their fruitless efforts to fight off the Calamity, they used magic to trace anyone who might be related to the hero of ages past. To their surprise, that bloodline did not belong to anyone from their world, and found the blood of that hero's descendant in you.
Side Notes:
Although I use "You" here in place of character, it's mostly because using "Character" as a placemarker looks awkward to me. If "You" want to play the one being Isekai'd or the crush is up to you.
I won't be using Magic the Gathering systems in this, it's just kinda an example of the magic feel I like. The rest will be kinda world building, sandwich making. A few ideas with the world being: Magic abilities used through cards (like magic the gathering, I'm calling myself out for enjoying it ok), magic in weapons, monsters with intelligence, magic races like elves, dragons, wizards, humanoid, please dont make me come up with original races :( i will be very sad, and cry a lot. Then I'll tell on you to ur mom.
Ok I'm done making stupid jokes now, I swear.
(( I'm keeping this ridiculous title cuz its perfect ok))
Concept WIP-
You poor typical human, in your average world, living your easy-go-to life, were always a bit of a gamer. You loved MMOs, JRPGS, DND, and had a few dusty collections of precious keepsakes from the gone-bys days of your childhood youth. As you got crippled by the expectation to grind-set of your grades and cram school hellscape, your time for gaming decreased into a depressing faint memory. But, there were some good things to your college suffering. Amidst your suffering and anguish of five essays with ten-k words per each demanded by your sadistic college professors and math that hates reality and bends to no God, you shared classes with someone who was your desk mate from day one and you two bonded over nerdy hobbies after you noticed their Magic the Gathering keychain. You both exchanged numbers and from there it was all going up, if things had only gone your way. A week until Finals, and the stress of studying until your eyes are red from reading Quantum Theory (for Masochists) and still not understanding why you even have to really understand how Event Horizons math, you plan to confess to your crush after this crushing Final Boss is out of the way and you both have time to not suffer for a while. In your silly sleep depravity, you go to class as usual, but on the way you drift along while walking. you think blissfully in a dream state of you and your crush, finally together, unaware to your surroundings as you cross the road. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a rush comes over you and the loud horn of a truck seemingly out of nowhere appears only to [please stand-by :)] your body and before you can even truly process your life 1v1 a truck (no shot, sorry, you lose. truck:1 you:0) your life fades away in a film painting your memories pouring over your vision. A thousand images, feelings, thoughts, even the future of yourself you will never get to be. Then, the next it's gone, as if you are no longer you at all. Bodiless, in a dark pool, in an empty expanse of endless nothing. You wonder if your Quantum Theory final has come back just to mock you one last time in a passing thought.
The next moment, a soft warmth reaches out, and the vision of your crush stands before you looking at you awkwardly, but not in their usual geeky outfit. Instead, they wear a fabric that glows with strange symbols you have never seen before as they speak to you while looking with an almost guilty expression. They explain to you that they aren't from your world, they actually came from another parallel world. They apologize when you ask if you died in the other world, and tell you that it was not by their decision that you were forcibly brought here, but by their world's people. Furthermore, they explain their world once had a hero, one who long ago was framed to have fought off a Calamity that was destroying their universe. However, after the Hero saved this parallel world, they vanished. They tell you that the Calamity has come back, but no hero has arrived for a hundred years and the parallel world is desperate. In their fruitless efforts to fight off the Calamity, they used magic to trace anyone who might be related to the hero of ages past. To their surprise, that bloodline did not belong to anyone from their world, and found the blood of that hero's descendant in you.
Side Notes:
Although I use "You" here in place of character, it's mostly because using "Character" as a placemarker looks awkward to me. If "You" want to play the one being Isekai'd or the crush is up to you.
I won't be using Magic the Gathering systems in this, it's just kinda an example of the magic feel I like. The rest will be kinda world building, sandwich making. A few ideas with the world being: Magic abilities used through cards (like magic the gathering, I'm calling myself out for enjoying it ok), magic in weapons, monsters with intelligence, magic races like elves, dragons, wizards, humanoid, please dont make me come up with original races :( i will be very sad, and cry a lot. Then I'll tell on you to ur mom.
Ok I'm done making stupid jokes now, I swear.
Dragons, Fantasy, Magic, Rank System, Brutal and Gritty, Tragedy, Revenge, Sad Yuri, Fluff and Smut
Dragons are ravenous beasts, wicked wings that tear countries asunder as easily that one can rip the apart parchment, they bring in their fury a storm, and command strength then demand sacrifice to all belong to them. They cling to gems of abundance, keep their magics secret, feast upon livestock with gluttonous bellies, take the ripe harvests of the proud noble homes. Those who survive their fiery ire never forget their homes and all once that lived there turned ashen stone, left to crumble to dust. Families, friends, brick, even the grass, torched to nothing.
You were raised on fearsome tales of their great possess and indifference to all living things. For as long as you have known of them, they were said to have even killed your own parents. The day you learned the name of your family's killer, you vowed to learn the ways of the Dragoon.
Dragoons are knights that long held traditions in teachings of killing dragons, and learning how to use their magic, to how to use their scales for armor. Your teacher drilled into your very life the ways of the Dragoon under a long-standing tribe that has passed their knowledge to those with promise. You have learned how to take the souls of dragon for magic, to breathe fire as they have and live within nature itself. Everything you have learned in the sake of your revenge.
You finally get your first task after training rigorously for years, honing your craft to perfection. Your teacher receives a request to slay a low level dragon, ranked no more powerful than an E class difficulty, and decides to let you take it as a way to test yourself. You scoff at such an easy assignment being made your test, and head out to track the mythical creature down. You manage to finally find it after a few weeks into the wilderness bordering a nearby village that seems to have suffered under the dragon's flames. You find yourself behind what could not be more than a drakenling, a child/young dragon that was more than certainly not even fully grown. Ignoring that something must be off for this tiny creature with barely formed wings and teeth would be ranked as E, or perhaps in your ego, you misjudge the situation and kill the drakenling. Just as you take your trophies of the dragon's soul and magic for your own, you hear the anger of the real dragon that must have been your true target, and possibly the now dead child dragon's guardian. With your newly gained magic you barely manage the fierce battle, and find your hubris over your own skill severally humbled by the might of the very angry dragon.
You do not win, but you manage to wound the E ranked dragon's wing enough for it to stop its raging pursuit of you from the air to plummet out of the sky and downward. Wounded rather heavily yourself with the stinging singe of fire, you are forced to put your thirst for revenge on pause to patch the wounds caused to you. After you are dressed well enough and had a breather, you go on determinedly the path to the area the dragon must have crashed. However, to your frustration, you find no sign of the adult dragon anywhere. After more than a hours worth of search, your empty findings land you back to the village that is crumbling to ruin after the dragon's attack. The villagers that remain see your wounds and insist, practically drag you to their medicine tent, and help your stubbornness into a cot to treat you, There, in the corner of your eye, you see a doctor treating a very beautiful woman. You are so awestruck you barely notice her right arm is mangled, with a piercing wound that was caused by your Dragoon lance. Nope, you ignore all your logic because of a very pretty lady. Lucky for you, the woman seems to have lost her memory when she fell from heaven. (yes, you can absolutely use this punchline)
Side Notes:
Although I use "You" here in place of character, it's mostly because using "Character" as a placemarker looks awkward to me. If "You" want to play either character please feel free.
Dragons are ravenous beasts, wicked wings that tear countries asunder as easily that one can rip the apart parchment, they bring in their fury a storm, and command strength then demand sacrifice to all belong to them. They cling to gems of abundance, keep their magics secret, feast upon livestock with gluttonous bellies, take the ripe harvests of the proud noble homes. Those who survive their fiery ire never forget their homes and all once that lived there turned ashen stone, left to crumble to dust. Families, friends, brick, even the grass, torched to nothing.
You were raised on fearsome tales of their great possess and indifference to all living things. For as long as you have known of them, they were said to have even killed your own parents. The day you learned the name of your family's killer, you vowed to learn the ways of the Dragoon.
Dragoons are knights that long held traditions in teachings of killing dragons, and learning how to use their magic, to how to use their scales for armor. Your teacher drilled into your very life the ways of the Dragoon under a long-standing tribe that has passed their knowledge to those with promise. You have learned how to take the souls of dragon for magic, to breathe fire as they have and live within nature itself. Everything you have learned in the sake of your revenge.
You finally get your first task after training rigorously for years, honing your craft to perfection. Your teacher receives a request to slay a low level dragon, ranked no more powerful than an E class difficulty, and decides to let you take it as a way to test yourself. You scoff at such an easy assignment being made your test, and head out to track the mythical creature down. You manage to finally find it after a few weeks into the wilderness bordering a nearby village that seems to have suffered under the dragon's flames. You find yourself behind what could not be more than a drakenling, a child/young dragon that was more than certainly not even fully grown. Ignoring that something must be off for this tiny creature with barely formed wings and teeth would be ranked as E, or perhaps in your ego, you misjudge the situation and kill the drakenling. Just as you take your trophies of the dragon's soul and magic for your own, you hear the anger of the real dragon that must have been your true target, and possibly the now dead child dragon's guardian. With your newly gained magic you barely manage the fierce battle, and find your hubris over your own skill severally humbled by the might of the very angry dragon.
You do not win, but you manage to wound the E ranked dragon's wing enough for it to stop its raging pursuit of you from the air to plummet out of the sky and downward. Wounded rather heavily yourself with the stinging singe of fire, you are forced to put your thirst for revenge on pause to patch the wounds caused to you. After you are dressed well enough and had a breather, you go on determinedly the path to the area the dragon must have crashed. However, to your frustration, you find no sign of the adult dragon anywhere. After more than a hours worth of search, your empty findings land you back to the village that is crumbling to ruin after the dragon's attack. The villagers that remain see your wounds and insist, practically drag you to their medicine tent, and help your stubbornness into a cot to treat you, There, in the corner of your eye, you see a doctor treating a very beautiful woman. You are so awestruck you barely notice her right arm is mangled, with a piercing wound that was caused by your Dragoon lance. Nope, you ignore all your logic because of a very pretty lady. Lucky for you, the woman seems to have lost her memory when she fell from heaven. (yes, you can absolutely use this punchline)
Side Notes:
Although I use "You" here in place of character, it's mostly because using "Character" as a placemarker looks awkward to me. If "You" want to play either character please feel free.
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