MiaEvans
Forever fiery.
Why, hello.
After a year-long hiatus from the site, I've returned with hopes of picking up a story or two. With that said, I need to preface this request thread with a warning: I am a busy person. I know lots of people say that, but if you did a quick search on my replies to previous RPs on the site, you'll find that it takes me a long-ass time to get back to people. It's not on purpose; I just have other RL obligations to tend to. And if you don't believe me, I'm sure my previous partners can happily attest to that.
Regardless, I'm itching to get back into the writing game, and I bring forth the following offers:
What I would like from my partner - well, pretty much the same courtesy that I'm giving you. My biggest pet peeve is lack of communication. Tell me if life is getting in the way and preventing you from being on the site as often as you'd like. Let me know if something isn't working for you. Inform me of the fact that you're bored of the RP! I won't hold it against you. Just talk to me, please.
I'm sure there's more to add, but nothing is coming to mind. If you're at all interested, shoot me a PM.
Also, here's a sample of my writing style:
After a year-long hiatus from the site, I've returned with hopes of picking up a story or two. With that said, I need to preface this request thread with a warning: I am a busy person. I know lots of people say that, but if you did a quick search on my replies to previous RPs on the site, you'll find that it takes me a long-ass time to get back to people. It's not on purpose; I just have other RL obligations to tend to. And if you don't believe me, I'm sure my previous partners can happily attest to that.
Regardless, I'm itching to get back into the writing game, and I bring forth the following offers:
- Themes - action/adventure, fantasy, medieval, modern, post-apocalypse, and/or romance.
- Character types - female leads, most of whom are stubbornly independent and have a need to prove something to either themselves, to another character, or both. Nothing is set in stone as far as character personalities are concerned; generally speaking, my character evolves the further we get into the story. I don't reuse the same character in my plays! Also, I am willing to play smaller male characters as needed and other female characters with drastically different personality types from my lead characters. These are always up for further discussion as well!
- Sexual preferences - MxF pairings for the main characters; but, I am not opposed to playing FxF or MxM as needed for smaller, sub-plots. Just know that I don't have much experience playing either.
- Enjoy: playing submissive characters with strong, dominant leads. With my characters being on the hard-headed side, they're not going to be your typical submissive types who are eager to immediately please. But, that's what I find most fun anyway - seeing a feisty character slowly develop enough trust in someone else and eventually choosing to submit to them. Discussion of specific kinks can be done via PM, as I really don't want to give a laundry list here.
- Not so much: age-play, bestiality, incest, and toilet-play are the first couple of things to come to mind. I believe in being really communicative with my partner, so if there's something you'd potentially like to include – just ask, and I'll let you know if I'm okay with it.
- Enjoy: playing submissive characters with strong, dominant leads. With my characters being on the hard-headed side, they're not going to be your typical submissive types who are eager to immediately please. But, that's what I find most fun anyway - seeing a feisty character slowly develop enough trust in someone else and eventually choosing to submit to them. Discussion of specific kinks can be done via PM, as I really don't want to give a laundry list here.
- Matched length - unless you give me little to work with.
I write as if I'm visualizing the scene in front of me, with enough detail to help you see what I'm seeing.
- My best!
I like writing with the purpose of pleasing my partner. I'll communicate with you to find out what you enjoy and what you don't, and I'll write to cater to those likes and dislikes.
- Patience.
Even if I'm PMing you to find out what's going on with the lack of updates for our RP, I do it simply because I want to ensure you're still enjoying yourself; not necessarily because I want a reply from you, STAT.
- Open-mindedness.
I can't really expand much on this, but I don't think it's my place to judge you for your likes, dislikes, opinions, etc. I'll tease you about it, sure; but it's never genuine on my end. So don't worry about any judgement when approaching me.
I'm sure there's more to add, but nothing is coming to mind. If you're at all interested, shoot me a PM.
Also, here's a sample of my writing style:
The church bells' ringing passed through the air; the clambering of the bronze reverberating as the loud dings and dongs the people of Aviana had grown accustomed to over the past seven months. A new day had begun, and it was with the Lord in mind that the Avianans were meant to proceed. Tired bodies were begrudgingly dragged out from cots and cribs. The men proceeded to wash themselves in preparation for a long day's work whilst the women rushed to soothe their babes out from their slumbers. It was a routine that they all had learned to adapt to; a routine that most were willing to follow with ease and little complaint.
The same could not be said for Emmeline.
The first ring elicited a sharp inhalation of breath. The second, a flinch washing over her sleepy features. The third, a groan followed by her small frame turning into the bed so that she could bury her face into the pillow upon which red curls were resting only moments ago. The fourth, another pillow pulled to cover the back of her head in an effort to shield her ears from the blows of the bells.
It was upon the fifth ring that she finally forced herself up; eyes still squeezed shut as she refused to acknowledge the presence of the sun. It was with said closed eyes that the young maiden climbed out from her cot, adjusted her night dress, and proceeded towards the washing area within her room. She made haste to take what remained of the water she collected the night prior, splashed it upon her face, and proceeded to wipe the remnants away to further awaken and let the fact settle within her: a new day had begun. It was only after she found herself finally accepting this truth that she proceeded to prepare herself for the tasks ahead of her – beginning with washing up and dressing to tend to her ailing father; who, undoubtedly, would be rushing to beat Emme in leaving their cottage for work.
She worked quickly; washing the necessary parts before drying herself off and dressing into a simple grey dress, a matching overcoat, and leather boots. Unruly curls were combed through to the best of her ability, braided into messy plaits that were then rolled into large loose buns on either side of her head, covered by a white linen cloth – as mandated by the Church for the young women of Aviana. This was especially true for those like Emme: unwed in their mid-twenties, these were the dedicated spinsters of the town, who spent the majority of their days outside of the kitchen and, instead, behind spinning wheels where they produced wool. This proved to be a handy skill for Emmeline, who utilized the wool she created to assist her father in running and maintaining his tailoring business. It also allowed the young maiden to hone skills not normally reserved for women of her age; which she could use to enhance her father's business so that they could continue to survive, even whilst he spent the majority of his days coughing and hacking away in his bed.
Even now, as she rushed towards his room, Emmeline could hear the characteristic crackling that seemed to only worsen over the span of the last few days. The stubborn man she addressed as "Pa" simply refused to heed her advice and take a few days off from work and rest. She paused only for a moment to hear the huffing behind the heavy wooden door, before her knuckles brushed against it - three times. A gentle push nudged it open, revealing a sight that Emme already had her suspicions of: after having forced himself up and out of his bed, he would be in the process of - if not already completing - getting dressed. And indeed, when she peers in, her blue eyes lock upon his hazel ones; widened with surprise when he sees the playful scowl on her face.
"Pa," she chides exasperatedly. Leaning against the door frame, she crossed her arms at her chest whilst shaking her head at him.
"Why won't you listen to me?"
The same could not be said for Emmeline.
The first ring elicited a sharp inhalation of breath. The second, a flinch washing over her sleepy features. The third, a groan followed by her small frame turning into the bed so that she could bury her face into the pillow upon which red curls were resting only moments ago. The fourth, another pillow pulled to cover the back of her head in an effort to shield her ears from the blows of the bells.
It was upon the fifth ring that she finally forced herself up; eyes still squeezed shut as she refused to acknowledge the presence of the sun. It was with said closed eyes that the young maiden climbed out from her cot, adjusted her night dress, and proceeded towards the washing area within her room. She made haste to take what remained of the water she collected the night prior, splashed it upon her face, and proceeded to wipe the remnants away to further awaken and let the fact settle within her: a new day had begun. It was only after she found herself finally accepting this truth that she proceeded to prepare herself for the tasks ahead of her – beginning with washing up and dressing to tend to her ailing father; who, undoubtedly, would be rushing to beat Emme in leaving their cottage for work.
She worked quickly; washing the necessary parts before drying herself off and dressing into a simple grey dress, a matching overcoat, and leather boots. Unruly curls were combed through to the best of her ability, braided into messy plaits that were then rolled into large loose buns on either side of her head, covered by a white linen cloth – as mandated by the Church for the young women of Aviana. This was especially true for those like Emme: unwed in their mid-twenties, these were the dedicated spinsters of the town, who spent the majority of their days outside of the kitchen and, instead, behind spinning wheels where they produced wool. This proved to be a handy skill for Emmeline, who utilized the wool she created to assist her father in running and maintaining his tailoring business. It also allowed the young maiden to hone skills not normally reserved for women of her age; which she could use to enhance her father's business so that they could continue to survive, even whilst he spent the majority of his days coughing and hacking away in his bed.
Even now, as she rushed towards his room, Emmeline could hear the characteristic crackling that seemed to only worsen over the span of the last few days. The stubborn man she addressed as "Pa" simply refused to heed her advice and take a few days off from work and rest. She paused only for a moment to hear the huffing behind the heavy wooden door, before her knuckles brushed against it - three times. A gentle push nudged it open, revealing a sight that Emme already had her suspicions of: after having forced himself up and out of his bed, he would be in the process of - if not already completing - getting dressed. And indeed, when she peers in, her blue eyes lock upon his hazel ones; widened with surprise when he sees the playful scowl on her face.
"Pa," she chides exasperatedly. Leaning against the door frame, she crossed her arms at her chest whilst shaking her head at him.
"Why won't you listen to me?"
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