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Hello! I'm Midnight and I've been roleplaying for several years in both English and Swedish. I hope (or rather expect) that people who want to roleplay with me reads through this thread before sending me a message! Please, do send me a PM instead of posting in this thread. Also, this isn't a must but it would be really nice if you could name the PM something else than the title of my RT, I have so many PMs with that title and it's getting difficult to separate them.
Right now I'm quite interested in doing something Outlander inspired (see more further below), but I'm still open to other stuff! Even if I haven't mentioned a pairing or idea down below, I might still want to do it! Only thing I'm not interested in is sci-fi haha. Also, I'm currently enjoying my 4 week long summer vacation, so will be more active than I normally am for a while!
Here's two writing examples from me!
What I want:
I'm open to FxM, MxM, FxF and FxFuta pairings. In FxM and FxFuta pairings I'm only interested in writing as the female. Overall I prefer to play the character that is more submissive or a switch, at least to some degree.
When it comes to smut overall: I love to have it in roleplays, but what amount is up for discussion. I can do 20/80, 30/70 or even 50/50 smut to plot depending on what we are going for. Maybe even more if we feel like it! BUT! What I don't want is just smut all the time or that the smut is one liners or first person or something, it's smut but it should still be well written! I especially love smut if it's combined with love and passion and an excellent story. I don't want it to be just mindless fucking (not all of the time at least). I'm also open to having very little if no smut if the story is good enough.
Now let's get to the fun stuff!
The roles that are in bold are the ones I want to roleplay as. Do keep in mind that while I've listed pairings and plots below, I am open to other things! If I haven't written it out in this thread it may very well be because I haven't thought of it.
Now I'm going to list some ideas/plots I have! I'm open to changing/adjusting them a bit if there is something specific my partner wants. Also I'm open to many other plots/ideas, these are just the ones I've thought enough about to list.
If you are interested in roleplaying with me, have any questions or just want to chat, send me a PM.
Right now I'm quite interested in doing something Outlander inspired (see more further below), but I'm still open to other stuff! Even if I haven't mentioned a pairing or idea down below, I might still want to do it! Only thing I'm not interested in is sci-fi haha. Also, I'm currently enjoying my 4 week long summer vacation, so will be more active than I normally am for a while!
- I work full time and at times I won't have energy to reply every single day, but most of the time I will! But, during more stressful work weeks I may just give a couple replies per week. I love writing back and forth if we're both online and have the energy to write. If I know I'm going to be unable to reply for more than a week I'll let you know! Weekends are when I'm the most active and when I'm in the mood to write. EDIT: Right now I feel like I got a lot of free time once work is done so replies are quite frequent! Especially on the weekends.
- Good grammar and overall good writing skills if I say so myself and I always strive to become better.
- At least two-three paragraphs per post, though often I like to do more than that.
- I write in third person.
- Submissive or switch/neutral characters (though even if they are submissive they are submissive they aren't a pushover).
- I like to chat!
- I will help to drive the story along with you!
- I will be on and available mostly afternoons and evenings/nights Central European time.
- I'll lett you know if there's something I want to change in the roleplay, if I'm going to be unavailable for some time or if I want to end the story.
Here's two writing examples from me!
From Living in Vain
As Eleanore entered the club, her ears were filled with the sounds of laughing, chatter, the clinking of class as well as the music and a number of other things. For a moment she concentrated, trying to filter out all but the music. While she found her advanced hearing quite useful at times and she had to admit that she tended to eavesdrop on others when she was bored, she didn't feel like doing it that evening. Instead she wanted to enjoy the music, have a few drinks and muse over her designs. Over her many years 'alive', Eleanore had visited hundreds upon hundreds of different bars, clubs and other social settings. From time to time, she found a favorite or two and this club in particular was growing to be one of her favorites. It wasn't a dump, nor too posh which meant all sorts of people came there to drink and have fun. She has been coming there every week for nearly a month now. The previous times she had been there with various friends but now she was alone. Though being alone wasn't something new to her, in a way it felt as if she was alone most of the time. Being immortal meant most companionships in the matter of friends and other relationships were just fleeting, a brief moment in time before they disappeared.
While walking further into the club, she still focused on the music but was unable to push out the sound of her black heels clicking against the floor. Not to mention the various scents and smells invading her nose. Sweat, alcohol, a faint hint of blood and of course other bodily fluids. Since she had been a vampire for just over 200 years, her control of her hunger had grown quite excellent and thus she wasn't bothered with the scent of blood, especially since she had gotten herself fed two days ago. A small smirk came upon her face as she looked at the people around her, wondering how they'd react if they knew vampires walked among them. Some humans already knew, others suspected it but it was generally thought that vampires were just a supernatural myth. Something she had believed as well when she was human. Stories of vampires, along with other monsters, thieves and rapists were more than enough to keep her from walking alone at night. Not that it had helped her. Elenore quickly shook those thoughts away, always haunted by the memories of that fateful night.
Back then, she had been fragile and helpless, working herself to the bone for a seamstress, though still liking her life. Now she was strong and able to live her life exactly how she wanted to. Many things had changed about her as well as the world over the last 200 years, but one thing that remained was her love of sewing and fashion. Her passion was one of the reasons she enjoyed coming to that club. The variation of people there and what they wore, were great inspirations for her when she tried to design new pieces. She did intend to come when they had one of their goth nights, as she figured that would present even more inspiration. A lot of clothes she made for herself, including her attire that evening. A black, knee length dress with long sleeves and a v-neck. It was one of her more simple creations, but she found it elegant and in a way timeless, perfect for just about any outing. Not to mention every line and seam were precise, fitting her body perfectly. When she wasn't making clothes for herself, she did sew for friends but also worked on a few different collections. She had never presented her collections to anyone, but hoped she one day would do so.
Eventually, Elenore made her way to the bar and just as she arrived, she saw a woman wearing a lovely dress and turned her head, distracted. However at the same time her senses told her the bartender was turned towards her, probably ready to take her order. "I'll have a whiskey sour, please" she said, her English accent noticeable but not as strong as it once had been, due to living in the states for many decades now. Her head still turned as she watched the woman, trying to burn the dress into memory so she could sketch it down later. The woman soon enough disappeared from view and she turned her gaze to the bar, catching her own reflection on the shiny counter. She put away a strand of hair that was out of place from the casual updo her hair was in and taking note that her brick red lipstick probably needed to be reapplied after she had her drink. Then her gaze landed on a poster behind the bar, advertising their goth nights at the club but there was no mention of which night there were.
"Excuse me, what days do you have your goth nights? I'd love to come" she asked the bartender, finally looking up at him.
As Eleanore entered the club, her ears were filled with the sounds of laughing, chatter, the clinking of class as well as the music and a number of other things. For a moment she concentrated, trying to filter out all but the music. While she found her advanced hearing quite useful at times and she had to admit that she tended to eavesdrop on others when she was bored, she didn't feel like doing it that evening. Instead she wanted to enjoy the music, have a few drinks and muse over her designs. Over her many years 'alive', Eleanore had visited hundreds upon hundreds of different bars, clubs and other social settings. From time to time, she found a favorite or two and this club in particular was growing to be one of her favorites. It wasn't a dump, nor too posh which meant all sorts of people came there to drink and have fun. She has been coming there every week for nearly a month now. The previous times she had been there with various friends but now she was alone. Though being alone wasn't something new to her, in a way it felt as if she was alone most of the time. Being immortal meant most companionships in the matter of friends and other relationships were just fleeting, a brief moment in time before they disappeared.
While walking further into the club, she still focused on the music but was unable to push out the sound of her black heels clicking against the floor. Not to mention the various scents and smells invading her nose. Sweat, alcohol, a faint hint of blood and of course other bodily fluids. Since she had been a vampire for just over 200 years, her control of her hunger had grown quite excellent and thus she wasn't bothered with the scent of blood, especially since she had gotten herself fed two days ago. A small smirk came upon her face as she looked at the people around her, wondering how they'd react if they knew vampires walked among them. Some humans already knew, others suspected it but it was generally thought that vampires were just a supernatural myth. Something she had believed as well when she was human. Stories of vampires, along with other monsters, thieves and rapists were more than enough to keep her from walking alone at night. Not that it had helped her. Elenore quickly shook those thoughts away, always haunted by the memories of that fateful night.
Back then, she had been fragile and helpless, working herself to the bone for a seamstress, though still liking her life. Now she was strong and able to live her life exactly how she wanted to. Many things had changed about her as well as the world over the last 200 years, but one thing that remained was her love of sewing and fashion. Her passion was one of the reasons she enjoyed coming to that club. The variation of people there and what they wore, were great inspirations for her when she tried to design new pieces. She did intend to come when they had one of their goth nights, as she figured that would present even more inspiration. A lot of clothes she made for herself, including her attire that evening. A black, knee length dress with long sleeves and a v-neck. It was one of her more simple creations, but she found it elegant and in a way timeless, perfect for just about any outing. Not to mention every line and seam were precise, fitting her body perfectly. When she wasn't making clothes for herself, she did sew for friends but also worked on a few different collections. She had never presented her collections to anyone, but hoped she one day would do so.
Eventually, Elenore made her way to the bar and just as she arrived, she saw a woman wearing a lovely dress and turned her head, distracted. However at the same time her senses told her the bartender was turned towards her, probably ready to take her order. "I'll have a whiskey sour, please" she said, her English accent noticeable but not as strong as it once had been, due to living in the states for many decades now. Her head still turned as she watched the woman, trying to burn the dress into memory so she could sketch it down later. The woman soon enough disappeared from view and she turned her gaze to the bar, catching her own reflection on the shiny counter. She put away a strand of hair that was out of place from the casual updo her hair was in and taking note that her brick red lipstick probably needed to be reapplied after she had her drink. Then her gaze landed on a poster behind the bar, advertising their goth nights at the club but there was no mention of which night there were.
"Excuse me, what days do you have your goth nights? I'd love to come" she asked the bartender, finally looking up at him.
From Through a Nightmare Darkly
""It's not real" Evelyn mumbled to herself as the sensation of being watched came over her. It wasn't something completely unusual, her feeling and seeing things that weren't there. Not truly. It had been going on for all her life. Ever since she had been as young as she could remember, she'd been different. It was as if she saw everyone normal people saw, but then some more. A person with wings. A giant mushroom in the middle of the city. But it wasn't constant. Sometimes she could go days without seeing anything too strange, getting the hopes that she was getting better. But then she saw something again. As a child, she had talked about what she'd seen and been frustrated that no one else could see it. Evelyn had never been aggressive or violent about it, only frustrated and confused. But it was enough to get her diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Since being diagnosed, she'd been medicated. In a way, it did help. The medicines made her more tired, less alert and able to observe her surroundings. But she still saw things. But she'd learned to keep it to herself, or fear repercussions. So far in her life she hadn't been institutionalized, but she'd been locked up in other ways. As a baby, her parents died in a car crash and thus she'd been raised by her paternal aunt. A very protective aunt. Rose always said she cared about her and wanted to keep her close after losing her parents so brutally, but Evelyn suspected otherwise. She didn't doubt that Rose cared for her, but it was also about control and fear. She knew Rose was afraid she'd get worse in her illness and what others might think. She'd been home schooled up until high school, but at that point it was nearly impossible to create close friends. Aunt Rose had always been wary of her going outside on her own though now that Evelyn had been an adult for several years, she couldn't really stop her.
Though despite her desire to go outside and live, Evelyn at times felt like she couldn't. The combination of the medicines making her dull and tired, her strange visions and her lack of social experiences made her awkward at times and she mostly kept to herself. However still trying to explore. Slowly she'd been venturing further and further from her aunt's house and looking around in the city. Most days of her doing that had been fine, no major incidents, only her seeing strange things now and then. Thing she kept to herself.
But that day was different. Ever since getting off the bus and walking the last bit to the art gallery, she felt watched. However when she turned she couldn't see anyone looking at her. "It's not real" she mumbled to herself again, trying to shake the feeling as she entered the gallery. After paying for her entry ticket she went inside. There weren't many there so she could take her time observing the art. It was all different styles and artists, but all the paintings were beautiful. "I wonder if I could pull something like that off?" she wondered as she studied the painting of a woman wearing a form fitting, black dress. Her own style was simple, black jeans, a flowy, light blue shirt, her dark brown hair brushed behind her ears.
Suddenly, she was struck by the sensation of being watched once more. Only this time she couldn't shake it. It wasn't just that she was being watched, it felt...malicious. With quick steps, Evelyn ventured further into the gallery, through turns and corridors until she was deep in what felt like a labyrinth of art. But the sensation wouldn't go away. Her breathing slowly grew shaky and she realized she was at a dead end, a painting in front of her and the way she had come behind her. Only that now she could hear steps, heavy steps."
""It's not real" Evelyn mumbled to herself as the sensation of being watched came over her. It wasn't something completely unusual, her feeling and seeing things that weren't there. Not truly. It had been going on for all her life. Ever since she had been as young as she could remember, she'd been different. It was as if she saw everyone normal people saw, but then some more. A person with wings. A giant mushroom in the middle of the city. But it wasn't constant. Sometimes she could go days without seeing anything too strange, getting the hopes that she was getting better. But then she saw something again. As a child, she had talked about what she'd seen and been frustrated that no one else could see it. Evelyn had never been aggressive or violent about it, only frustrated and confused. But it was enough to get her diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Since being diagnosed, she'd been medicated. In a way, it did help. The medicines made her more tired, less alert and able to observe her surroundings. But she still saw things. But she'd learned to keep it to herself, or fear repercussions. So far in her life she hadn't been institutionalized, but she'd been locked up in other ways. As a baby, her parents died in a car crash and thus she'd been raised by her paternal aunt. A very protective aunt. Rose always said she cared about her and wanted to keep her close after losing her parents so brutally, but Evelyn suspected otherwise. She didn't doubt that Rose cared for her, but it was also about control and fear. She knew Rose was afraid she'd get worse in her illness and what others might think. She'd been home schooled up until high school, but at that point it was nearly impossible to create close friends. Aunt Rose had always been wary of her going outside on her own though now that Evelyn had been an adult for several years, she couldn't really stop her.
Though despite her desire to go outside and live, Evelyn at times felt like she couldn't. The combination of the medicines making her dull and tired, her strange visions and her lack of social experiences made her awkward at times and she mostly kept to herself. However still trying to explore. Slowly she'd been venturing further and further from her aunt's house and looking around in the city. Most days of her doing that had been fine, no major incidents, only her seeing strange things now and then. Thing she kept to herself.
But that day was different. Ever since getting off the bus and walking the last bit to the art gallery, she felt watched. However when she turned she couldn't see anyone looking at her. "It's not real" she mumbled to herself again, trying to shake the feeling as she entered the gallery. After paying for her entry ticket she went inside. There weren't many there so she could take her time observing the art. It was all different styles and artists, but all the paintings were beautiful. "I wonder if I could pull something like that off?" she wondered as she studied the painting of a woman wearing a form fitting, black dress. Her own style was simple, black jeans, a flowy, light blue shirt, her dark brown hair brushed behind her ears.
Suddenly, she was struck by the sensation of being watched once more. Only this time she couldn't shake it. It wasn't just that she was being watched, it felt...malicious. With quick steps, Evelyn ventured further into the gallery, through turns and corridors until she was deep in what felt like a labyrinth of art. But the sensation wouldn't go away. Her breathing slowly grew shaky and she realized she was at a dead end, a painting in front of her and the way she had come behind her. Only that now she could hear steps, heavy steps."
What I want:
- Preferably at least a reply a day/every other day, though I will more than understand if it sometimes can take a few days. Though if you are going to be unable to reply for more than a few days, please give me a heads up! Also, if we both are online I'm very happy for more than a reply per day!
- Good grammar and overall good writing skills (Don't need to be perfect)
- At least two-three paragraphs per post or more. Though I prefer quality over quantity!
- If you can't reply for some time or no longer wish to continue the story, tell me! I much rather prefer to know and adapt my expectations than be left hanging. I will do the same to you.
- Writing in third person.
- Wants to chat some
- Helps to drive the story
- Besides casual chatting wants to plot and discuss the roleplay. I love to share music that we think fits the roleplay, or pictures or whatever! It's not a must, though.
I'm open to FxM, MxM, FxF and FxFuta pairings. In FxM and FxFuta pairings I'm only interested in writing as the female. Overall I prefer to play the character that is more submissive or a switch, at least to some degree.
When it comes to smut overall: I love to have it in roleplays, but what amount is up for discussion. I can do 20/80, 30/70 or even 50/50 smut to plot depending on what we are going for. Maybe even more if we feel like it! BUT! What I don't want is just smut all the time or that the smut is one liners or first person or something, it's smut but it should still be well written! I especially love smut if it's combined with love and passion and an excellent story. I don't want it to be just mindless fucking (not all of the time at least). I'm also open to having very little if no smut if the story is good enough.
My hard limits are scat, toilet play, vore, gore during smut scenes (Like cutting each other up or something like that, I do not think of a vampire bite as gore), furries and overall too much violence for no reason. I'm also not a fan of humiliation or too intense bondage.
I also have some things I don't like that much though they aren't limits: I don't really like cheating that much in roleplays, like if it's a setting where a character is kinda forced to be with someone and cheats on that person with their true love, then I don't mind but I don't really like cheating in regular slice of life parings (like cucking) . I also don't really like harems and group sex unless it's something we discussed thoroughly before.
Kinks like feet isn't exactly something I like nor dislike and I'm open to discuss them.
Likes are vaginal, oral, anal, spanking, bondage, rough sex, especially face fucking/rough oral, passion (if that counts as a kink?), romance (once again not sure if it counts as I kink but I sure love it), toys and probably some more that I can't think of now.
If there's a kink you have and you feel unsure if I'd be okay with it or not, just ask!
I also have some things I don't like that much though they aren't limits: I don't really like cheating that much in roleplays, like if it's a setting where a character is kinda forced to be with someone and cheats on that person with their true love, then I don't mind but I don't really like cheating in regular slice of life parings (like cucking) . I also don't really like harems and group sex unless it's something we discussed thoroughly before.
Kinks like feet isn't exactly something I like nor dislike and I'm open to discuss them.
Likes are vaginal, oral, anal, spanking, bondage, rough sex, especially face fucking/rough oral, passion (if that counts as a kink?), romance (once again not sure if it counts as I kink but I sure love it), toys and probably some more that I can't think of now.
If there's a kink you have and you feel unsure if I'd be okay with it or not, just ask!
Now let's get to the fun stuff!
The roles that are in bold are the ones I want to roleplay as. Do keep in mind that while I've listed pairings and plots below, I am open to other things! If I haven't written it out in this thread it may very well be because I haven't thought of it.
Supernatural/fantasy pairings:
Werewolf x Human
Vampire x Human
Vampire x Vampire
Demon x Human
Demon x Angel
Demon x Demon
Huntress x Orc/Vampire/Demon/werewolf/Mage/Hunter/Whatever
Persephone x Hades (Look at my plot 'A living hell')
Mermaid/Siren x Sailor/Pirate/Something else (not as interested in this right now but for the right plot I will do it)
OC version of Alice from Alice in Wonderland x OC version of Mad Hatter or some other character inspired from Alice in Wonderland.
Slice of life -ish pairings:
Daughter of a gang leader x Bodyguard/Gang member from another gang or something else!
Something set in the viking age!
Something else in a historical setting. Maybe something in the Regency-era like Bridgerton?
Bad boy/girl x Good girl
OC version of Christine x OC Version of the Phantom of the Opera
Outlander inspired: Woman from modern times (time traveler) x Man or woman from an older time period.
Fantasy/slice of life pairing:
Princess x Servant/Guard
Prince x Maid/Commoner
Captor x Prisoner (Like Beauty and Beast)
Pirate x Captured princess/lady, stowaway
Werewolf x Human
Vampire x Human
Vampire x Vampire
Demon x Human
Demon x Angel
Demon x Demon
Huntress x Orc/Vampire/Demon/werewolf/Mage/Hunter/Whatever
Persephone x Hades (Look at my plot 'A living hell')
Mermaid/Siren x Sailor/Pirate/Something else (not as interested in this right now but for the right plot I will do it)
OC version of Alice from Alice in Wonderland x OC version of Mad Hatter or some other character inspired from Alice in Wonderland.
Slice of life -ish pairings:
Daughter of a gang leader x Bodyguard/Gang member from another gang or something else!
Something set in the viking age!
Something else in a historical setting. Maybe something in the Regency-era like Bridgerton?
Bad boy/girl x Good girl
OC version of Christine x OC Version of the Phantom of the Opera
Outlander inspired: Woman from modern times (time traveler) x Man or woman from an older time period.
Fantasy/slice of life pairing:
Princess x Servant/Guard
Prince x Maid/Commoner
Captor x Prisoner (Like Beauty and Beast)
Pirate x Captured princess/lady, stowaway
Now I'm going to list some ideas/plots I have! I'm open to changing/adjusting them a bit if there is something specific my partner wants. Also I'm open to many other plots/ideas, these are just the ones I've thought enough about to list.
I'm really interested in doing something that has a plot inspired by the book and TV series Outlander. A woman from the modern times is accidentally transported back in time and has to try and survive while she and YC who's from that time, fall in love. What time and setting we want to do this in can be discussed, but I'd be quite interested in the original setting from the series (18th century Scotland).
I would love a roleplay with our characters as Persephone and Hades or characters inspired by them. It could be modern, set in the past or whatever! I just want to do something with them! xD
I'm thinking it could be similar to Bram Stoker's Dracula. Hundreds of years ago, character A and B were married and deeply in love with each other when character B died for some reason, murdered perhaps. Either A was already a vampire or became one afterwards, but either way is devastated and never loved another person again. Then, one day A sees someone who looks like B, who is a reincarnation of the lost lover and who doesn't remember their past life. I'm looking to play B in this.
Also I'm interested in other takes on this, like it being more a slice of life thing without vampires, that both doesn't remember each other or something.
Also I'm interested in other takes on this, like it being more a slice of life thing without vampires, that both doesn't remember each other or something.
Maybe not a plot, but I would really love something with vampires. Especially if my partner plays a seductive vampire while MC is someone else, like their reincarnated lover, a random person, a hunter or an enemy.
I would love a master and slave roleplay of some kind. It could be that YC is a king or prince and MC a servant, or that YC actually owns MC.
I would also love if we could get a fantasy twist in this, like if YC is a vampire, or MC could be a witch or something like that. I'm open to a lot. But I don't want there to just be something forced and dark, I want passion, maybe even their relationship blossom into love. Obviously this idea would contain a lot of smut, but we could get a good story in here as well.
I would also love if we could get a fantasy twist in this, like if YC is a vampire, or MC could be a witch or something like that. I'm open to a lot. But I don't want there to just be something forced and dark, I want passion, maybe even their relationship blossom into love. Obviously this idea would contain a lot of smut, but we could get a good story in here as well.
Not that interested in this one right now.
I have two ideas for a werewolf roleplay. Not really that interested in idea number 1 right now though!
1. YC, the werewolf, tries his best to stay low and fit into the human society, though is still very connected to the world with werewolves, vampires and so on. Every Friday YC goes to the bar where MC works as a bartender. YC always enjoys seeing MC and she is one of the reasons he goes to that particular bar. One night after being there, YC leaves and sees MC getting mugged in some alleyway, not being able to help himself he transforms and helps her out. Though now, MC has seen him... I was thinking that maybe YC could take MC home to his place for the night, to try and explain the whole thing, and both of them gets dragged into a whole mess of werewolves and other supernatural beings all while falling in love.
2. There are two rival werewolf packs in this city, and both keep to their territory. Still, either pack would love to wipe out the other and do what they can to gain an advantage. One day, YC's pack kidnap MC, the step sister to the leader of the rival pack. MC isn't a werewolf, but knows all about them anyway. YC is assigned to keep her locked up, guard her and try and get information out of her. Which doesn't prove to be an easy feat, especially since they find each other to be attractive as hell....
I have two ideas for a werewolf roleplay. Not really that interested in idea number 1 right now though!
1. YC, the werewolf, tries his best to stay low and fit into the human society, though is still very connected to the world with werewolves, vampires and so on. Every Friday YC goes to the bar where MC works as a bartender. YC always enjoys seeing MC and she is one of the reasons he goes to that particular bar. One night after being there, YC leaves and sees MC getting mugged in some alleyway, not being able to help himself he transforms and helps her out. Though now, MC has seen him... I was thinking that maybe YC could take MC home to his place for the night, to try and explain the whole thing, and both of them gets dragged into a whole mess of werewolves and other supernatural beings all while falling in love.
2. There are two rival werewolf packs in this city, and both keep to their territory. Still, either pack would love to wipe out the other and do what they can to gain an advantage. One day, YC's pack kidnap MC, the step sister to the leader of the rival pack. MC isn't a werewolf, but knows all about them anyway. YC is assigned to keep her locked up, guard her and try and get information out of her. Which doesn't prove to be an easy feat, especially since they find each other to be attractive as hell....
I really want a roleplay involving royals in some way. Perhaps a princess and her knight falls in love? Or a queen is captured by a foreign king and forced to marry him? It's up to us.
If you are interested in roleplaying with me, have any questions or just want to chat, send me a PM.
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