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Expectations
Fae here! I am 24 years old and I do not RP with minors!
I always write at least 400 words and I discovered I cannot deal with anything shorter than that regularly. I will gladly write (a lot) more than that though!
My OCs are diverse, which means they will be part of the LGBTQIA+ community, will have disabilities, and do not fit the social beauty standards...
I do not expect your OCs to be the same but I will not deal with Fatphobes, Racist, Sexists, Disabilists… etc
I will respond at least once daily but ideally multiple times a day. Looking for someone who is as active as I am.
Also seeking someone who is willing to geek out OOC about our OCs and our story.
I am well aware this is a lot but roleplaying is my passion and if you feel the same, I assure you that we will have a lot of fun together!
I always write at least 400 words and I discovered I cannot deal with anything shorter than that regularly. I will gladly write (a lot) more than that though!
My OCs are diverse, which means they will be part of the LGBTQIA+ community, will have disabilities, and do not fit the social beauty standards...
I do not expect your OCs to be the same but I will not deal with Fatphobes, Racist, Sexists, Disabilists… etc
I will respond at least once daily but ideally multiple times a day. Looking for someone who is as active as I am.
Also seeking someone who is willing to geek out OOC about our OCs and our story.
I am well aware this is a lot but roleplaying is my passion and if you feel the same, I assure you that we will have a lot of fun together!
Limits
I am not comfortable with animal abuse, any form of non-con, and bad endings.
I am fine with all kinds of trauma and angst but will always demand comfort and a happy ending.
Physical and mental abuse in the domestic sphere is also something I do not wish to actively engage in.
Meaning you are welcome to describe your characters traumatic past but do not expect me to play their abuser.
Smut is alright with me, as long as it does not dominate the RP nor happen immediately.
I do not feel comfortable with "sex first - relationship later" and certainly see it more as a side dish than a main meal.
I am fine with all kinds of trauma and angst but will always demand comfort and a happy ending.
Physical and mental abuse in the domestic sphere is also something I do not wish to actively engage in.
Meaning you are welcome to describe your characters traumatic past but do not expect me to play their abuser.
Smut is alright with me, as long as it does not dominate the RP nor happen immediately.
I do not feel comfortable with "sex first - relationship later" and certainly see it more as a side dish than a main meal.
Big Nos
No matter if in AUs or Original ideas, please do not approach me with any of those:
- Modern - Everything after the 1900s is not really my style
- Slice of Life
- College/School/Academy
- Slow Burn - No, just no, unless you want to double then I will do it for your side
- Cheating Trope
- Mafia - Unless your idea strays far from the Wattpad vibes
- Sci-Fi - I know I have some Sci-Fi in my fandoms but I struggle with original and AU ideas for this
Writing Sample
That was one of the last things she expected to happen. It was such a beautiful night. The full moon stood high. It was not too cool, not too warm. One might even say it was the perfect night to die. Normally she would laugh at such dark humor. Yet right now she did not feel like giggling at all. Not only was she out of breath but she was also afraid.
No matter how hard she tried her steps were not silent at all. Her cloak long abandoned, was left on the very bush it got stuck on. She darted between the trees, feeling the weight of the hunter's pursuit. She could hear them approach from the distance, drawing closer with each moment.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she raced through the darkness. Her magic previously crackled around her but at this time it was no longer humming with power. The barriers of root and thorns she had cast before in the hope of slowing her pursuers down had certainly done their job. Sadly, it was not enough. Fear and superstition certainly could feel people's confidence. But she was not going to give up either. She fled deeper into the heart of the forest, through the tangled maze of trees.
At this point, she was pushing herself to the limits of her endurance. Her body was already bearing the scars of those hunter's weapons. Blood stained her black robe, a grim testament to the violence that she had endured already.
Pain laced through her side, the bleeding wounds were only one of her issues. She clutched her side tightly while stumbling further onward. Somehow she managed to disappear into the shadows. Out of sight but sadly not out of mind. Hidden well enough to escape the witch hunters view just for a moment. Yet that was very much enough for her to find something important. Apparently, some kind of deity had finally mercy upon her. An abandoned manor. Looming above her with its crumbling facade.
With no other choice, she hurried inside. The front door was unlocked and she hoped that was no bad omen. Hopefully, no one else was waiting inside for her and it was just some lucky coincidence. She could see no light burning inside, so she could only hope for the best. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she sought sanctuary within its walls.
The air was heavy with the scent of decay and neglect. Dust motes danced in the moonlight that filtered through broken windows. Normally she would delight in such a scene. She would find the eerie shadows pleasant but the urgency of her situation forced her to think quickly.
Why had she never developed a talent for illusion magic? She could see a tucked-away alcove in the shadows of the manor, she could hide there and use an illusion to stay hidden but no. That was not within her abilities. She would need to find another way. So she hurried into the next best room, hoping that no droplets of blood would reveal her presence to her hunters.
Amidst the pain and uncertainty, there was a flicker in her eyes. She refused to be cowed by those maniacs. She would not allow them to erase her from existence like a forgotten memory. Fear and hatred would not be her end. There was one way out of this. A chance she really did not want to take but she knew it was the only chance left to survive. A risky gambit. Summoning a demon was nothing she had ever done before. However, she would rather go through this than perish.
With trembling hands, she set about preparing for the ritual that would determine her fate. Her heart was heavy with desperation but the pain shooting through her side was a constant reminder of what was to come.
Quickly she cleared space on the ground of the room she was in before pulling out her chalk. She drew a pentacle on the ground before shrugging off her backpack. How good that she had only lost her cape and not her belongings. Without any care, she dragged out some candles and placed them on the tips of the star. With a wave of her hand, she lightened up all those candles with magic.
She started to mumble incantations she had learned with the hope of never having to use them. All the while she pulled out a bundle of dried herbs and held the tip of the candle to make them burn and smoke. As the scent of incense filled the air, she dropped the herbs on the ground and stepped onto them. The last she needed was to burn this manor down.
At the center of the circle, she fell to her knees, her vision slowly blurrying. She pressed her bloody hand down on the ground, leaving a bloody handprint. The witch closed her eyes and began to whisper the last part of the summoning spell. her words echoed through the chamber like a haunting melody. With each repetition, the air grew thicker with anticipation.
The summoning of a demon was her last desperate bid for survival. She stood up again and stumbled out of the summing circle, making space for the otherwordly creature who would hopefully arrive soon. As the final syllable left her lips, a sudden gust of wind swept through the chamber, extinguishing the candles and plunging the room into darkness.
No matter how hard she tried her steps were not silent at all. Her cloak long abandoned, was left on the very bush it got stuck on. She darted between the trees, feeling the weight of the hunter's pursuit. She could hear them approach from the distance, drawing closer with each moment.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she raced through the darkness. Her magic previously crackled around her but at this time it was no longer humming with power. The barriers of root and thorns she had cast before in the hope of slowing her pursuers down had certainly done their job. Sadly, it was not enough. Fear and superstition certainly could feel people's confidence. But she was not going to give up either. She fled deeper into the heart of the forest, through the tangled maze of trees.
At this point, she was pushing herself to the limits of her endurance. Her body was already bearing the scars of those hunter's weapons. Blood stained her black robe, a grim testament to the violence that she had endured already.
Pain laced through her side, the bleeding wounds were only one of her issues. She clutched her side tightly while stumbling further onward. Somehow she managed to disappear into the shadows. Out of sight but sadly not out of mind. Hidden well enough to escape the witch hunters view just for a moment. Yet that was very much enough for her to find something important. Apparently, some kind of deity had finally mercy upon her. An abandoned manor. Looming above her with its crumbling facade.
With no other choice, she hurried inside. The front door was unlocked and she hoped that was no bad omen. Hopefully, no one else was waiting inside for her and it was just some lucky coincidence. She could see no light burning inside, so she could only hope for the best. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she sought sanctuary within its walls.
The air was heavy with the scent of decay and neglect. Dust motes danced in the moonlight that filtered through broken windows. Normally she would delight in such a scene. She would find the eerie shadows pleasant but the urgency of her situation forced her to think quickly.
Why had she never developed a talent for illusion magic? She could see a tucked-away alcove in the shadows of the manor, she could hide there and use an illusion to stay hidden but no. That was not within her abilities. She would need to find another way. So she hurried into the next best room, hoping that no droplets of blood would reveal her presence to her hunters.
Amidst the pain and uncertainty, there was a flicker in her eyes. She refused to be cowed by those maniacs. She would not allow them to erase her from existence like a forgotten memory. Fear and hatred would not be her end. There was one way out of this. A chance she really did not want to take but she knew it was the only chance left to survive. A risky gambit. Summoning a demon was nothing she had ever done before. However, she would rather go through this than perish.
With trembling hands, she set about preparing for the ritual that would determine her fate. Her heart was heavy with desperation but the pain shooting through her side was a constant reminder of what was to come.
Quickly she cleared space on the ground of the room she was in before pulling out her chalk. She drew a pentacle on the ground before shrugging off her backpack. How good that she had only lost her cape and not her belongings. Without any care, she dragged out some candles and placed them on the tips of the star. With a wave of her hand, she lightened up all those candles with magic.
She started to mumble incantations she had learned with the hope of never having to use them. All the while she pulled out a bundle of dried herbs and held the tip of the candle to make them burn and smoke. As the scent of incense filled the air, she dropped the herbs on the ground and stepped onto them. The last she needed was to burn this manor down.
At the center of the circle, she fell to her knees, her vision slowly blurrying. She pressed her bloody hand down on the ground, leaving a bloody handprint. The witch closed her eyes and began to whisper the last part of the summoning spell. her words echoed through the chamber like a haunting melody. With each repetition, the air grew thicker with anticipation.
The summoning of a demon was her last desperate bid for survival. She stood up again and stumbled out of the summing circle, making space for the otherwordly creature who would hopefully arrive soon. As the final syllable left her lips, a sudden gust of wind swept through the chamber, extinguishing the candles and plunging the room into darkness.
About Romance
I am always a sucker for the morally grey and sometimes even villainous characters.
Give me a tragic backstory and a brooding character and I am going to swoon endlessly.
I am a slut for dark romance. Not in an utterly toxic way but rather in the sense of
"I hate everyone but that one person. I would burn down the world for them."
Possessive and obsessive love is my bread and butter in romance.
I wish for this brooding, towering figure who is utterly feared by everyone to fall in love.
What is more delightful than a character willing to do anything for their lover?
I also love the grumpy men who have gone through so much.
Serious and mature characters are my bread and butter.
Misunderstood and tragic characters? Love it.
Anything in that direction is going to get my seal of approval.
So give me all of those characters and let me love them!
Also please note that I am not only a villain lover but a monster fucker.
So do not be afraid to present your non-humans to me, though I will also love the humans ofc!
If that is not your cup of tea I once again encourage Doubling.
If neither appeals to you then I am not the right one for you.
Give me a tragic backstory and a brooding character and I am going to swoon endlessly.
I am a slut for dark romance. Not in an utterly toxic way but rather in the sense of
"I hate everyone but that one person. I would burn down the world for them."
Possessive and obsessive love is my bread and butter in romance.
I wish for this brooding, towering figure who is utterly feared by everyone to fall in love.
What is more delightful than a character willing to do anything for their lover?
I also love the grumpy men who have gone through so much.
Serious and mature characters are my bread and butter.
Misunderstood and tragic characters? Love it.
Anything in that direction is going to get my seal of approval.
So give me all of those characters and let me love them!
Also please note that I am not only a villain lover but a monster fucker.
So do not be afraid to present your non-humans to me, though I will also love the humans ofc!
If that is not your cup of tea I once again encourage Doubling.
If neither appeals to you then I am not the right one for you.
Specific Plot Ideas
Please keep in mind that all of those ideas can be edited as needed.
Doubling is always possible, and I am more than open to brainstorming.
Some are less detailed than others, so I am always eager to hear your ideas.
Doubling is always possible, and I am more than open to brainstorming.
Some are less detailed than others, so I am always eager to hear your ideas.
A Crown Given
Royal x Royal - FxM - Arranged Marriage - Age Gap (Optional) - Fantasy (Optional) - Enemies To Lovers (Optional) - Preferred Role: Character A
Character A is the daughter of the King and Queen of Kingdom X, which has been at war with Kingdom Y for centuries now.
Due to various reasons, that can range from not having the resources anymore to go through with the war to the current couple not wishing to continue this cruel play, this must change.
Character B is either the current king of Kingdom Y or the child of the couple ruling Y.
A marriage is arranged between Character A and B, who can either struggle with many topics to various degrees.
The stress of this is an arranged marriage without initial love, cultural differences, and the past of their countries could weigh heavily on them.
Some people could be opposed to the marriage and union, depending on how much drama you would like to add to this.
Character A is the daughter of the King and Queen of Kingdom X, which has been at war with Kingdom Y for centuries now.
Due to various reasons, that can range from not having the resources anymore to go through with the war to the current couple not wishing to continue this cruel play, this must change.
Character B is either the current king of Kingdom Y or the child of the couple ruling Y.
A marriage is arranged between Character A and B, who can either struggle with many topics to various degrees.
The stress of this is an arranged marriage without initial love, cultural differences, and the past of their countries could weigh heavily on them.
Some people could be opposed to the marriage and union, depending on how much drama you would like to add to this.
Never Again
Student x Mentor - FxM or FxNB - Age Gap (Optional) - Hidden Truth (Optional) - Fantasy - Preferred Role: Character A
Character A is a witch who is desperately looking for a mentor.
Perhaps magic is rare, maybe she went through a variety of teachers already and they had all rejected her.
Whatever the reason may be, she ends up in front of Character B, who was once a magic user who hid away from the world.
They either entirely refused to use magic for a reason they are not willing to share with just anyone or merely refuse to take students.
In the end, A is so stubborn that B teaches them regardless, though that might take a while.
B´s past, which led them to live in solitude and refuse to teach magic at first, could prove as a source for drama.
Character A is a witch who is desperately looking for a mentor.
Perhaps magic is rare, maybe she went through a variety of teachers already and they had all rejected her.
Whatever the reason may be, she ends up in front of Character B, who was once a magic user who hid away from the world.
They either entirely refused to use magic for a reason they are not willing to share with just anyone or merely refuse to take students.
In the end, A is so stubborn that B teaches them regardless, though that might take a while.
B´s past, which led them to live in solitude and refuse to teach magic at first, could prove as a source for drama.
We Met Before
Immortal x Mortal - Vampire x Human (Optional) - FxM / FxNB - Love At First Sight - Mistaken Identity (Optional) - Reborn Past Lovers (Optional) - Fantasy - Preferred Role: Character B
Character A is an immortal of your choice who lost their lover many centuries ago.
Maybe they were forcefully taken or simply died due to age or a sickness.
After many years, Character A runs into Character B who looks exactly like their long-lost love.
A is immediately smitten and immediately starts courting B.
B can either be truly As Lover reborn or they can just be someone looking like their old lover.
Either way, this idea will be very focused on the interpersonal relationship and might become very bittersweet at points.
Character A is an immortal of your choice who lost their lover many centuries ago.
Maybe they were forcefully taken or simply died due to age or a sickness.
After many years, Character A runs into Character B who looks exactly like their long-lost love.
A is immediately smitten and immediately starts courting B.
B can either be truly As Lover reborn or they can just be someone looking like their old lover.
Either way, this idea will be very focused on the interpersonal relationship and might become very bittersweet at points.
Be Mine
FxM - Widower Finding Love Again - Opposites Attract - Age Gap - Forced Proximity - Single Dad (Optional) - Fantasy (Optional) - Preferred Role: Character B
Character A is a retired soldier who has seen and endured a lot in his life already, including the death of his first wife.
Optionally, he is the father is two children, so we both can play one each, but that is truly just optional.
Regardless of that, he retreated from the world ever since his wife died and now lives in the forest as a woodcutter.
One night, during a heavy snow- or thunderstorm character B knocks on his door, wishing to find shelter.
The storm lasts days, forcing them to interact a lot with each other, and thus giving B enough time to slowly warm up As hard shell.
Later it turns out that Character B has not only hidden from the Storm but also from people who are after her.
Character A is a retired soldier who has seen and endured a lot in his life already, including the death of his first wife.
Optionally, he is the father is two children, so we both can play one each, but that is truly just optional.
Regardless of that, he retreated from the world ever since his wife died and now lives in the forest as a woodcutter.
One night, during a heavy snow- or thunderstorm character B knocks on his door, wishing to find shelter.
The storm lasts days, forcing them to interact a lot with each other, and thus giving B enough time to slowly warm up As hard shell.
Later it turns out that Character B has not only hidden from the Storm but also from people who are after her.