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BlueCastle8195
Meteorite
- Joined
- Jun 25, 2021
~Hello everybody and welcome to the Blue Castle~
A Little About Me:
I've been roleplaying for many years (since middle school and I'm now 24—soon to be 25!) and I'd consider myself very experienced. I'm based somewhere in Canada and like most of us now, am mostly sequestered to my flat and in an effort to ease my boredom while also finding new ways to explore my love for writing. I'm an avid reader myself and spend a lot of time losing myself in fictional worlds.
Writing Preferences:
- I do have a full-time job and as such, I can sometimes get busy but given the remote nature of my work, I do find my schedule is very variable and flexible. This means that replies can be frequent and you're more than likely to find them coming a few times a day (obviously this is dependent on the frequency of your replies as well!)
- I prefer to write in third-person, and while I'm not a stickler for grammar, I do appreciate well-written prose. This is not to say that I'm asking you to be Shakespeare or to feel pressured to spend hours on replies, but rather that I tend to enjoy full sentences, non-text speak, or abbreviations in writing. I also like replies that are a little lengthier (unless of course the context/scene requires otherwise) because I tend to find it easier to reply that way. I don't expect a wall of text, but responding to a one-liner makes it really hard to get a story going
- Story-wise, I like plot and am genuinely passionate about building a world that houses the characters comfortably; I'm happy to work on plots together and craft something that feels right to keep us both interested but I'm also flexible with any desired scenes/stories you might've already envisioned. I am also more suited to long-term RPs but I'm not completely against shorter plots either! Like most people, I'm a fan of smut and can happily write it much as others can but I do prefer that the story doesn't centre around it and instead has a healthy balance
- Happy to write through PMs on this forum, but I'm also readily available to connect and chat on Discord. Just let me know what your preference is.
Preferred Worlds
- Harry Potter — My most comfortable, and more loved world to play in. I'm comfortable with any pairings, comfortable with playing canon characters and/or OCs and I tend to enjoy meatier pieces. I am also happy playing the characters or pairings from the series (Golden Trio/Silver Trio/Marauders era etc) in AUs or alternate worlds/scenes if you have something in mind.
- The Last Of Us
- Lord of The Rings
- Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairings feel free to suggest others or alternates to any of these of course
- Witness/Bodyguard
- Rich girl/Poor boy or the reverse
- Good Girl/Bad Boy or the reverse
- Older man/Younger female
- Villain/Hero
Limits
- Rape: Non-con/dubious consent is something I'm willing to discuss but I'm not a fan of rape outright.
- Cheating: Just not a fan of infidelity in writing, and I tend to avoid it.
- Gore/Scat/Vomit: I've no issue writing messy/sloppy scenes, I'm just not a fan of these and would prefer to avoid them.
- Humiliation: True cruelty and humiliation doesn't really appeal to me and I don't respond overly well to those themes either.
~~Starters/Plots~~
these are simply beginnings/flashes of stories that have come into my mind. These can be used as starting points for us to build off of, or for us to manipulate into a story that would work for the both of us!
The residents of Birch Hollow are used to strange things.
On the first day of autumn, the lilac bush over on Mercer Street burst to life, giant, full bursts of soft purple blooms painting the air fragrant for a full block, even though, as a general rule, lilac only blooms in springtime. The telephone wires in town all crossed; a phone call placed to the bakery on Grove Avenue would ring in the third room, on the third floor, of the inn that sat on Third Street. Customers at Shelley Booth's Bath Shoppe would purchase cinnamon-scented candles, only to light them and find that as they burned, they smelled instead of honeysuckle and clove. The leaves on one side of the enormous maple tree outside the library would turn lemon yellow, then burnt orange, then deep crimson before releasing their hold on the branches and fluttering slowly to the ground, while the other half remained as green and verdant as it had been all summer long. Then, overnight, they dropped to the ground and in the morning the tree was bare and brown, stark as winter despite it being the first day of spring.
These strange going-ons happen year after year in Birch Hollow and Isabella Astra is the only one who doesn't bat an eye at them.
On the first day of autumn, the lilac bush over on Mercer Street burst to life, giant, full bursts of soft purple blooms painting the air fragrant for a full block, even though, as a general rule, lilac only blooms in springtime. The telephone wires in town all crossed; a phone call placed to the bakery on Grove Avenue would ring in the third room, on the third floor, of the inn that sat on Third Street. Customers at Shelley Booth's Bath Shoppe would purchase cinnamon-scented candles, only to light them and find that as they burned, they smelled instead of honeysuckle and clove. The leaves on one side of the enormous maple tree outside the library would turn lemon yellow, then burnt orange, then deep crimson before releasing their hold on the branches and fluttering slowly to the ground, while the other half remained as green and verdant as it had been all summer long. Then, overnight, they dropped to the ground and in the morning the tree was bare and brown, stark as winter despite it being the first day of spring.
These strange going-ons happen year after year in Birch Hollow and Isabella Astra is the only one who doesn't bat an eye at them.
There are days that they meet in secret, deep in the night after the castle is asleep and their only witnesses are the midnight-darkened trees and the infinite stars, silent and watchful. They meet under the protective cloak of nightfall and sit together underneath the eyes of the moon. The quiet is reverential, respectful, and when they meet here, everything is softer and more peaceful. Here, they do not judge. Here, where the stars meet others to draw constellations in the storytelling sky, where the moon watches over its beloved expanse of heaven, where the breeze whispers songs through the boughs of ancient trees – it is here that they sit side by side.
It is here that they begin to listen.
It is here that they begin to listen.
If anything catches your interest or sounds like something you'd like to discuss further, feel free to reach out. Looking forward to building something cool : )