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fallen
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| Introduction |
Greetings, everyone! My name is fallen and welcome to my search thread! I'm in college studying animal sciences in the hopes of becoming a veterinarian as well as minoring in creative writing. I have two dogs (they are my idiot children and I love them), I played basketball for ten years, and I used to ride horses and do dressage! I live on the east coast of the US (so EST timezone) but I have a horrible sleep schedule so odds are I'm awake.
| My Style |
| Guidelines |
| Preferred Genres |
| General Ideas |
I'm always looking for some fantasy plots. Specifically urban fantasy, but I'd be down to do medieval fantasy as well. I love incorporating all kinds of different magical creatures into fantasy settings and I'd love to build a world with you that incorporates fantastical elements. I'd also be down to do something based on mythology. I'm cool with any pairing of creatures, and if you'd like to hear about them, I have some characters already you might find interesting. But I always love making new characters as well!
I've also got a rather intense craving for some dark versions of classic fairy tales at the moment. I'm open to any fairy tale you'd like to throw at me! I really just want to take some classics and put a dark and more mature spin on them. It doesn't even have to follow the exact storyline of a fairy tale, it could just be something based on the general idea. If I had to pick favorites, I'd lean toward something like Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, or maybe Robin Hood (of course all characters are aged up appropriately), but I'm open to anything. Really, I just want some dark fairy tales y'all.
| Plots |
| Farewell |
If any of this sounds interesting to you, shoot me a PM telling me a little bit about yourself and your writing style to see if we mesh! I want to know about you as a potential partner. If you send me a message that only says "hey let's roleplay!" I probably won't respond and I would prefer you do not comment on the thread. Thank you! Below, I've also got some replies from other roleplays so you can get a sense of my own style!
Greetings, everyone! My name is fallen and welcome to my search thread! I'm in college studying animal sciences in the hopes of becoming a veterinarian as well as minoring in creative writing. I have two dogs (they are my idiot children and I love them), I played basketball for ten years, and I used to ride horses and do dressage! I live on the east coast of the US (so EST timezone) but I have a horrible sleep schedule so odds are I'm awake.
| My Style |
- Story-based
- Average about 3-5 meaty paragraphs but can and will write more
- Mirror post length
- Third-person, past tense
- Zero triggers
- Down for dark/mature themes
- Can reply multiple times a week
- I'm looking to play female mains at the moment, but I have a plethora of male and female side characters
- Open to both fxm and f// pairings
- Angst? Love it. Fluff? Love it. Heartwrenching angst followed by soft fluff? Yes please, give it all to me
| Guidelines |
- PM me. Please do not comment on the thread
- Please be able to write at least two paragraphs
- No one-liners
- Decent grammar and a grasp of the English language (of course I understand typos)
- I'd love it if you could post at least a few times a week
- Tell me anything you're not comfortable with and I will do the same
- I'm ditch friendly, just tell me before you leave
- Collaborate on the plot with me
- No god-modding
- No perfect characters
- Have fun!
| Preferred Genres |
- Fantasy
- Modern fantasy
- Supernatural
- Mafia/Crime
- Adventure
- Action
- Medieval
- Apocalyptic/Dystopian
- Steampunk?
- Romance (as a sub-plot) (give me all the slow-burn)
| General Ideas |
I'm always looking for some fantasy plots. Specifically urban fantasy, but I'd be down to do medieval fantasy as well. I love incorporating all kinds of different magical creatures into fantasy settings and I'd love to build a world with you that incorporates fantastical elements. I'd also be down to do something based on mythology. I'm cool with any pairing of creatures, and if you'd like to hear about them, I have some characters already you might find interesting. But I always love making new characters as well!
I've also got a rather intense craving for some dark versions of classic fairy tales at the moment. I'm open to any fairy tale you'd like to throw at me! I really just want to take some classics and put a dark and more mature spin on them. It doesn't even have to follow the exact storyline of a fairy tale, it could just be something based on the general idea. If I had to pick favorites, I'd lean toward something like Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, or maybe Robin Hood (of course all characters are aged up appropriately), but I'm open to anything. Really, I just want some dark fairy tales y'all.
| Plots |
This plot is based on the song "All You Wanna Do" from the musical Six. Essentially, MC is a girl who's often sought after by many men for her looks but she wants something more than a physical relationship. Eventually, she ends up married to the king of a country but is still left unfulfilled. YC is someone who works in the palace/court/whatever and befriends MC. Will he be able to be something more to her? Or will he just be another man going after MC for her body? And what happens when the king finds out about their relationship?
Also, I'd love to put some kind of fantasy twist on this.
Also, I'd love to put some kind of fantasy twist on this.
So, for this one, MC would be a gal who's a part of the Greek mafia based in New York. YC is a high-ranking person in a rivaling gang/mafia. Somehow, he gets his hands on video evidence of my gal and her brothers engaging in illicit activities. To protect her brothers, MC agrees to do whatever it is he asks of her.
So, I don't have a particular plot here, but I'd love to use a fallen angel character that I have. She's been living on earth for 140 years after being banished from Heaven for breaking their laws. YC could be anyone she happens to come across - another creature of supernatural origin, a demon, a human, or someone who's only recently discovered that they have some kind of powers. Plots will vary depending on what you want to play.
This one would be involving a half-demon and a priest or nun and set in the fifteenth century in a small village somewhere in Europe (I was thinking Italy or France). This village has lately been under attack by demonic supernatural forces. Your character has lived in the village for some time, before the attacks started. With no one else to turn to, the village sends word to the Vatican to ask for help and they send my character: a half-demon supernatural hunter to try and figure out what's happening.
| Farewell |
If any of this sounds interesting to you, shoot me a PM telling me a little bit about yourself and your writing style to see if we mesh! I want to know about you as a potential partner. If you send me a message that only says "hey let's roleplay!" I probably won't respond and I would prefer you do not comment on the thread. Thank you! Below, I've also got some replies from other roleplays so you can get a sense of my own style!
Context: Mavis and Cornyx were in a fight against one of the story's antagonists. During the fight, Mavis almost died while protecting Cornyx. Here, Cornyx is expressing that he doesn't want her to be so reckless with her life.
He was crying. Cornyx was crying. He was crying and telling her that somehow, despite everything that she'd done, that she was still worth something. That his being here, that her helping him, somehow justified her existence. Even though she'd torn so many things apart and burned so many things down. Even as the ashes danced around her and the flames licked at her skin and no one could get close to her because they would just become more of that gray ash that blocked out the sun and turned everything to darkness.
She didn't know what to say. How to react. He was crying and telling her that he couldn't lose her and that she couldn't be so flippant with her life. Because he thought she mattered. That she was important to him and that he needed her. But he was stronger than he thought. He didn't need her to be able to push on. He would be able to recover and find a way to keep going if she vanished. She had faith that he would be able to do that.
But he was saying that she wasn't allowed to die. Because she wasn't allowed to leave him.
For her entire life, the idea that she'd never been good enough was pounded into her head. That she would never measure up to the standards set before her. And after so long of being told that, her mind just always twisted the situation into telling herself that she was never good enough. That there was always something that she could have done better. That she could have fought better, could have taken out more enemies, could have minimized the damage more so there was less to deal with. That she was nothing more than a soldier and no matter how much regret and guilt she felt over hurting and killing people that was all she would ever be able to do. Even though she could never do that well enough to be satisfactory. Thousands of thousands of years that idea pushed through her head. So much that she'd never thought that maybe it was wrong. That she was something else. That she could matter.
"Cornyx, I…" she said softly, all the anger she'd been feeling slipping from her body. She reached out hesitantly to him before pausing, pulling back. After a moment, she took a tentative step toward him, though she couldn't quite bring herself to fully reach out to him. How was she supposed to answer him? He was breaking down and saying that he needed her and that because he needed her she couldn't die.
She crossed her arms across her stomach, her fingers grasping at the fabric of her shirt as she held herself. Her gaze flickered to the ground. She couldn't look at him. "I'm sorry," she whispered and her voice cracked. She covered her mouth with one hand, her body trembling as she tried to hold back her own tears. "Cornyx, I'm so sorry…I never thought that…I thought that…" That he would be okay. That he would be able to move on without her. That she was inconsequential enough that her death might hurt, but he would move on.
He was crying. Cornyx was crying. He was crying and telling her that somehow, despite everything that she'd done, that she was still worth something. That his being here, that her helping him, somehow justified her existence. Even though she'd torn so many things apart and burned so many things down. Even as the ashes danced around her and the flames licked at her skin and no one could get close to her because they would just become more of that gray ash that blocked out the sun and turned everything to darkness.
She didn't know what to say. How to react. He was crying and telling her that he couldn't lose her and that she couldn't be so flippant with her life. Because he thought she mattered. That she was important to him and that he needed her. But he was stronger than he thought. He didn't need her to be able to push on. He would be able to recover and find a way to keep going if she vanished. She had faith that he would be able to do that.
But he was saying that she wasn't allowed to die. Because she wasn't allowed to leave him.
For her entire life, the idea that she'd never been good enough was pounded into her head. That she would never measure up to the standards set before her. And after so long of being told that, her mind just always twisted the situation into telling herself that she was never good enough. That there was always something that she could have done better. That she could have fought better, could have taken out more enemies, could have minimized the damage more so there was less to deal with. That she was nothing more than a soldier and no matter how much regret and guilt she felt over hurting and killing people that was all she would ever be able to do. Even though she could never do that well enough to be satisfactory. Thousands of thousands of years that idea pushed through her head. So much that she'd never thought that maybe it was wrong. That she was something else. That she could matter.
"Cornyx, I…" she said softly, all the anger she'd been feeling slipping from her body. She reached out hesitantly to him before pausing, pulling back. After a moment, she took a tentative step toward him, though she couldn't quite bring herself to fully reach out to him. How was she supposed to answer him? He was breaking down and saying that he needed her and that because he needed her she couldn't die.
She crossed her arms across her stomach, her fingers grasping at the fabric of her shirt as she held herself. Her gaze flickered to the ground. She couldn't look at him. "I'm sorry," she whispered and her voice cracked. She covered her mouth with one hand, her body trembling as she tried to hold back her own tears. "Cornyx, I'm so sorry…I never thought that…I thought that…" That he would be okay. That he would be able to move on without her. That she was inconsequential enough that her death might hurt, but he would move on.
This entire situation was both extremely uncomfortable and oddly thrilling. Elysia had never worn so little clothing around anyone but the servants and even then it was just to change into actual clothing. She'd certainly never done something like this outside in the middle of the forest. She felt extremely self-conscious about the whole thing. Staying still wasn't very hard to do when Serenei told her too; moving seemed much more difficult at that moment. It was better to be still rather than try and move about in her exposed fashion. But then she felt Serenei's breath hot on her neck and Elysia stiffened in shock as she felt the other woman rub the bare skin of her shoulders. Elysia's skin shivered in some feeling as Serenei whispered in her ear, breath brushing against it. She didn't think she'd ever been so close to someone in an intimate manner like this. Should it feel like this? Serenei was just…actually, Elysia didn't know what Serenei was doing. Why was she so close? Why was she touching her? Why did Elysia not mind it at all despite the uncomfortable newness of the situation?
Swallowing slightly in an attempt to get rid of her nervousness, completely giving up on trying to contain her blush – which was annoyingly obvious given the paleness of her skin – and attempted to relax. Such a feat was rather hard though, given that Serenei's closeness was causing her to tense up a lot. Elysia took a deep breath and tried to force the tension from her shoulder despite the fact that Serenei's rough hands were still on her bare skin. And then Serenei's hands ran down her arms and took hold of her hands, causing another shiver to roll over Elysia's skin. She didn't know what this feeling was or whether or not she liked it. She was too caught up in embarrassment and the closeness to be able to determine anything like that. The coldness of the water was a striking contrast against the burning of her skin as Serenei submerged her hands into the water, holding her palms close together but leaving a slight opening. The diplomat's hands were so rough and calloused. Was that from her time working on the ship? It seemed that Serenei had done a lot of working outside of royal courts in her lifetime. That too, was strange, feeling such roughness from a woman, but it wasn't unpleasant. Such thoughts only served to cause her blush to deepen more and she was grateful for the fact that Serenei was standing behind her and couldn't see her face.
"How long do you normally have to wait?" she asked, her tone shyer than she meant it to be. Elysia was still struggling to wrap her mind around what, exactly, was happening. Surely, Serenei could have told her how to catch fish without being so close. So then, why would she choose this way? And why didn't Elysia mind it like she felt she should have? Was it just because this was wrong that she wanted to do it? Because it was so different than what she was used to and she thrived on that differentness? Of breaking out of the shell she'd been forced into? She had no answers to these questions at all. All she knew was that Serenei was far too close for anything appropriate, Elysia enjoyed the feeling for some reason, but was also extremely uncomfortable by it at the same time and she didn't know how to handle such conflicting feelings.
Elysia could see the fish swimming around in the water, their scales flashing in the light that broke through the treetops. At first, they steered clear of the two women in the water, but slowly but surely, they began to venture closer and closer, investigating the strange new things that had come into their pool.
Swallowing slightly in an attempt to get rid of her nervousness, completely giving up on trying to contain her blush – which was annoyingly obvious given the paleness of her skin – and attempted to relax. Such a feat was rather hard though, given that Serenei's closeness was causing her to tense up a lot. Elysia took a deep breath and tried to force the tension from her shoulder despite the fact that Serenei's rough hands were still on her bare skin. And then Serenei's hands ran down her arms and took hold of her hands, causing another shiver to roll over Elysia's skin. She didn't know what this feeling was or whether or not she liked it. She was too caught up in embarrassment and the closeness to be able to determine anything like that. The coldness of the water was a striking contrast against the burning of her skin as Serenei submerged her hands into the water, holding her palms close together but leaving a slight opening. The diplomat's hands were so rough and calloused. Was that from her time working on the ship? It seemed that Serenei had done a lot of working outside of royal courts in her lifetime. That too, was strange, feeling such roughness from a woman, but it wasn't unpleasant. Such thoughts only served to cause her blush to deepen more and she was grateful for the fact that Serenei was standing behind her and couldn't see her face.
"How long do you normally have to wait?" she asked, her tone shyer than she meant it to be. Elysia was still struggling to wrap her mind around what, exactly, was happening. Surely, Serenei could have told her how to catch fish without being so close. So then, why would she choose this way? And why didn't Elysia mind it like she felt she should have? Was it just because this was wrong that she wanted to do it? Because it was so different than what she was used to and she thrived on that differentness? Of breaking out of the shell she'd been forced into? She had no answers to these questions at all. All she knew was that Serenei was far too close for anything appropriate, Elysia enjoyed the feeling for some reason, but was also extremely uncomfortable by it at the same time and she didn't know how to handle such conflicting feelings.
Elysia could see the fish swimming around in the water, their scales flashing in the light that broke through the treetops. At first, they steered clear of the two women in the water, but slowly but surely, they began to venture closer and closer, investigating the strange new things that had come into their pool.
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