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request thread for when i play mxf
serial killer x final girl
reverse harems
male yanderes oomph
- interested in knife play?
i like playing as:
- dommy, violent guys that are tall and have tattoos (and also the audacity) <3
- maybe i'll try a soft dom? or like a dom that appears soft on first glance?
something inspired by the movie bones and all. god i love timothee chalamet when he chooses to do weird indie shit.
i have never seen jjk but the men all seem very hot.
"Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same"
- a discarded android/killing machine suddenly gets his memories back and is out for revenge on the woman that threw him away
reverse harems
male yanderes oomph
- interested in knife play?
i like playing as:
- dommy, violent guys that are tall and have tattoos (and also the audacity) <3
- maybe i'll try a soft dom? or like a dom that appears soft on first glance?
something inspired by the movie bones and all. god i love timothee chalamet when he chooses to do weird indie shit.
i have never seen jjk but the men all seem very hot.
"Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same"
- a discarded android/killing machine suddenly gets his memories back and is out for revenge on the woman that threw him away
INTRODUCTION
"A serenade fits a beautiful moonlit night."
Posting Length: 4 paragraph minimum - full out novel
Posting Speed: weekly - multiple times a day - you can post whenever though, no biggie.
CRAVING: For some reason or other, I'm looking to play a flirt!
"A serenade fits a beautiful moonlit night."
Posting Length: 4 paragraph minimum - full out novel
Posting Speed: weekly - multiple times a day - you can post whenever though, no biggie.
CRAVING: For some reason or other, I'm looking to play a flirt!
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Hey, I'm Song and this is my male characters thread! After a while of playing female characters, I figure I switch it up. I play all kinds of men, from sub to dom to anything in between! If you want my main thread, you're welcome to click on my signature!
- I typically write about 500+ words though, it's not exactly uncommon of me to bring out an entire novel or go shorter depending on the context. I like descriptions of feelings, settings, actions, etc. I enjoy longer posts, so this is important!
- I LOVE characters that drive the plot, often more than the greater plot/setting itself. Give me conflict, give me action, give me complex relationships that have far-reaching consequences to their world.
- SPEAKING OF CHARACTERS: I tend to let my partner to their thing in terms of refs and the types of characters they enjoy playing with minor input on both sides.
- I want some plot along with my smut, I like them to be interconnected. It all has to depend on the type of RP I plan to write. I don't really have a set plot/smut ratio.
- I typically swing between two extremes: fucked-up toxic relationship dynamics to cute romances with low-stakes.
- I don't play canons, I'm an OC x OC girl only, except for uhhh exceptions you can find on my cravings section!
- My favourite genres are fantasy and sci-fi! I'm also a bit of a 'girly' nerd if that resonates with anyone lmao.
- As for plot, I'm also very flexible and open to ideas. If you want to make up a name or important pieces of lore as you go, be my guest! I LOVE when a partner just surprises me with how creative on the spot they can get.
- All of my ideas can be twisted and turned reasonably.
- I write via threads or PMs (though I prefer PMs if we're not regular writers). Be prepared for lots of brainstorming, since I find that helps us get hyped for the RP.
- I do have Discord but I'd prefer to reserve it for people I've written with for a while. OOC only though.
- I also like to send music or memes that relate to the RP sometimes!
- I consider myself to be pretty communicative, I don't have a strict preference for posting times, as long as you make it clear. Don't like something? Want the story to go in another direction? Let me know!
- Seriously. If you're not someone that's willing to bounce ideas back and forth, we might not be compatible RP partners. Please communicate with me.
- If our conversation/RP has fizzled out and you want to message me again, I'm always ready and willing to write again once I'm available! I'm very understanding and patient, so never hesitate to reach out. In other words - VERY ghost-friendly. Obviously, I would LOVE AND ADORE YOU if you let me know, but shit happens.
And hey! I would LOVE if you read the whole thread, it's not a dealbreaker especially if you heed my cravings at the top and head to specific plots, buuut I can tell if you haven't, haha.
Here's my F-List: F-list - Warning
If it's not mentioned, feel free to ask! -
Here are some writing samples of mine, I can go higher or lower, but here are some comfy ranges:
Stating her and the Wyvern Rider Veilvel clashed was a grave understatement. Only another from Malth could wound her pride and her strength to this extent. The reason why was simple, even if Fynola was not fully aware. They both shared the pressures of strength that resulted from the fear of weakness. A deeper part of her could not be shocked that he refused her offer, even if part of his words stung.
There was no need to point out the obvious, her armour was in shambles, even if neither her nor Barin appeared to sustain any wounds. Fynola became unable to fight alongside her comrades to the same extent as before due to a measly attack that wasn't even an attack. A cowardly aspect of her stayed close to the fortress to shield herself from the embarrassment if she had stayed outside of the fort to fight... under the pretense that she had been ordered to make sure the Legion commander got to the thrones safely.
The dishonourable picked at weakness like Veilvel. Fynola held on tightly to her reins, a trademark of holding in any negative emotion for the young woman. She opened and closed her mouth in shock, watching him ride away with wide eyes that took the appearance of melting snow rather than ice.
What had growing up in Malth taught any of them?
An ugly pause took place as her knuckles turned white, old callouses beginning to burn from the friction against Barin's reins. The gryphon, as if sensing her discomfort, ruffled his feathers to draw her closer to his neck in a reassuring manner. At this point, praying to Aqua for his safety the way Fynola did with many of her comrades seemed about as useless as throwing snow onto ice hoping the ice melted. It had done little to calm her, as she suddenly escaped her pensive train of thought from the sound of a particularly distinct voice.
Turning around, Fynola met eyes with an Alliance soldier, a Laguz, one with golden eyes and blonde hair. For a reason the gryphon rider could not explain, she was drawn to the woman's unique appearance. "Many allies have decided to retreat into the fort only until the beasts outside have been slain." She responded, almost faraway. "Do what you must and may Naga bless each soldier. However, I would take heed to remembering the mission at hand. Our commanders must be safe on the throne by all means necessary." Fynola nodded at her new comrade before listening to her own advice.
"If I may...?" The woman gestured towards the keys the tiger carried before accepting them graciously into her hands. It was a nice reminder that some were still willing to be cooperative. "Thank you, soldier. My name... is Fynola." The Gryphon Rider felt an odd urge to partake in simple formalities, even in the heat of battle. There was a certain personal component that came with remembering your comrades as humans instead of fighting bags of flesh. Before the tiger could say much more, Barin flew off with the two keys into the fortress.Lyanna hated him.
She hated Vikiel's dashing smile, the way the tall man carried himself and the way they seemed to bounce back and forth from calculated interaction to another. As soon as the blonde laid eyes on him, Lyanna teased and complimented the man as if she was appeasing to the Goddess. With each accidental brush by, nothing had made him stutter. That was to be expected. The Dragonheart's Keep was a dangerous place. Lyanna had caught herself several times getting startled from a gentle breeze and closing the large window of her chambers. That was shortly before the King of House Astor had died, leaving the center of the realm vulnerable to attack or exploitation.
Peasants and nobles insulted the House Astor, calling them the House of Asses behind closed doors and whispered lips. The King belonged to the arrogant family, whom had usurped the throne after another assassination of the late King before him. House Astor had been close to the Dragonheart's Keep for years as the Hand of the King, an entrusted advisor. Amassing large amounts of wealth and military support, they were a force to be reckoned with. Nonetheless, every noble realized the one on the throne was never the true ruler of the realm. To rule the realm, there was an element of subtlety involved. Subtlety, timing and the exact amount of luck.
Shortly after the King Astor met his demise, children and their incompetent families had taken prime positions to the throne. One boy, by the name of Zachary Astor, was only 15 when he came to power. Selfish aunts swayed his 'decisions' while Zachary remained timid and soft. Privately, she thought that the only day he was able to properly rule would be the same day an assassin held a knife to his neck. There was one thing she was willing to admit about the poor boy. Unlike the others, he was intelligent in addition to being perceptive.
On the other hand, Lyanna couldn't stand the others. The Astor siblings grew spoiled with the security of power and riches. Meanwhile the woman of House Gildenmere had remained unapproachable most of her childhood for her own safety. Every bite of dinner and boasting with their forced acquaintances made Lyanna's blood boil. However, there was one deadly positive and a negative to his death. Royal connections were one thing, but House Mallodar was another. Through what seemed like an endless amount of charm and empty promises on both the Mallodar's and Gildenmere's sides, they had earned their position as the closest thing to being on a royal court.
Being in the court, as they called it, was a frightening experience. She was given her own chambers, her own handmaidens and was free to roam the Keep as much as she could. By the Gods, the woman even enjoyed her own bath and vanity. Despite the exceptional treatment, due to her own paranoia, Lyanna made sure that every letter she had written to her family was coded and delivered in the night in her own room. Vikiel's chambers were only five doors down and across. He was close enough that she swore she was able hear his breathing as he slept. While untrue, Vikiel sent tingles down her spine, both in intrigue and fear. The man's confidence drew her to him, yet incite feelings of fear every instance they locked eyes.
His deep-set hazel to her own icy violet. Soon, another instance of this connection would occur again in an awe-inducing turn of events. Many years of plotting had come to this. Henry had been the most spoiled of the young children. Many evenings ago, the House Gildenmere had ordered an assassination on the young boy. To that, she responded with, "Gladly." Good riddance,the young woman had thought to himself. That was one less Ass with any guarantee for the throne. If Lyanna played her cards right, the chance of prosperity would soon increase.
That midnight, there she was. The Dragonheart's Keep possessed a strange shortcut that led to the young boy's chambers. Through the overgrown garden and into another stairway, his room was in a tower. Secluded, it meant with high risk meant high rewards. The guards had did not guard the gardens at night for obvious reasons. On top of that, no one would think to check the gardens for enemies, nor would any enemies desire entering the gardens. The Astors never bothered to tend to the flora, leaving many large rose bushes and trees to conceal any shadows. It resembled a forest in its own right, even more so as Lyanna made her way deep through the trees.
Her heart raced as she concealed her graceful form within the beautiful flowers, her senses sensitive to the slightest of disturbances. Suddenly, Lyanna heard a rustle through the leaves. Her hand reached for the dagger as she stepped forward. It was foolish to dress in her usual getup of gold and silk. The woman opted for a dark, hooded robe, a masquerade mask to cover her sharp features and a flowing white linen dress for movement. On her waist tied a burlap sack with various weapons and poison. Without any fear present, she walked in the direction of the noise.Did it have to be her? Of all people, of all pilots?
Of course it was. She was recovering from previous injuries, yet they were less severe than the pilot originally deployed to tackle ISHMAEL had. Yua had no friends or close relations to speak of, but even a socially inept loner could discern the jealous gazes of her peers. They caught on to the targeted praise of their field captains, even behind closed doors.
She knew it wasn't wholly jealousy though. The captains would never place a pilot of Yua's caliber on a lower level target. Which meant the missions normally assigned were often life-threatening more than not. And the other pilots knew this.
To them, she was unapproachable. To glance at her through semi-opaque barriers was nothing new to them.
And yet, she tried desperately to change their perceptions of her, only for her to realize its futility. What she failed to foresee was her gesture being taken the opposite way. A showoff, an egotist, a know-it-all. It was just like Yua to waste her time on a lower level threat, to teach them all a lesson. Who did she think she was?
Their remarks were completely silenced following the aftermath of Angel004.
"Wake up now dear,"
She found herself naked, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her back against the hard ceramic of the tub, the water nearly completely submerging her petite frame. The first thing Yua noted was her pounding headache as she struggled to find her mental footing.
A synaptic static attack, Yua recalled one of her captains yelling through the speaker of her unit. Her dark eyes were heavy, and she immediately noticed her glasses were missing. And yet, there her surroundings were in all their vivid glory.
She often dreamed of a space like this. Luxurious and all hers, unlike the minimal pilot housing NERV provided. The windows had given her a reality check. From the left window, Yua recalled the muffled exclamations of her peers, and yet all she could see was a dimmed hospital room. Not a flower or card in sight. Yua could feel bile rising in her throat as her nails dug into the skin of her leg.
The sensation of which allowed her to recall that she could indeed move her body. Yua turned her head past the man to take in her surroundings. The bleak scene of the first window caused her to disregard the second view of the beach as a hallucination, likening it to a tacky painting. It wasn't that she was deliberately ignoring Tatsuya, her brain simply needed to process the least taxing part of her visions first.
Though, he was hard to ignore. "Ishmael?" Yua called out to him. Instead of an Angel, he looked more like a prince. It was upon gazing at his handsome figure that the pilot realized she was naked. Yua attempted to make herself smaller, but against all better judgement, she did not feel afraid. Biting her lip to fight off social instinct, she let out a resigned sigh. After all, it might be the only reprieve she'd get from her own reality.
"I'm corrupted, aren't I?" She asked, with a slight tone of disgust. "I suppose it was naive to think it couldn't happen to me. Do you know what will happen to me? What they're saying about me?"Here they stood as Mejiro presented her with a fundamental difference that would forever build a wall between them.
God had chosen them?
Yua felt bile rise to the top of her throat. If God had chosen her for a purpose, what wrong could she have done in her past life to deserve such a fate? The sentiment alone jarred her and emerged a feeling of disgust that refused to be ignored despite being truly incomprehensible.
"Stop it." Yua said, with a tone of urgency that scared her. It suddenly became hard to breathe, as if she began to finally understand the injustice of her position. Of NERV, of being a pilot, of being exploited like fodder, and finally, of the delusions that helped them survive day to day.
It was then that she realized something very important: if one was to be a pilot, the one thing they couldn't afford to have was a sense of proportion.
In fact, the rest of his statements fell on deaf ears. Instead of accepting his arm, she felt repulsed. The pilot grabbed his arm to turn him to face her, and as a result, stopping the world around them. "You have no idea how stupid you look right now." She blurted, not seeming to care about anybody watching them closely.
It was then that the injuries Ishmael had given her over a week prior she had ignored for so long had resurfaced, an overwhelming ache overtaking her chest.
It hurt.
"You're right. I'm not 'fine' or 'okay'. I don't think I'll ever expect to be otherwise." Yua had heard enough and the truth of his intentions was hanging in the air.
"I think I understand why you're here now." With a resigned sigh, she let go of his arm and looked towards the asphalt. "I'm sorry. You will never get to know me better, or in the way you want to know me."
Yua turned around, all adrenaline, and started running. -
IO: Intelligent Operating Systems
Scifi, could be slice-of-life or darker, potential romance?
Kinks Included - Master/slave, noncon, corruption/hypnosis, robots, 24/7 surveillance, humiliation, rough sex, magic, forced clotheswearing, leash and collar, monsters, or gangbangs/orgies
MC ends up running away from home or somehow her gas runs out leaving her stranded in the middle of a grimy cyberpunk-esque city. IO is a business program installed into an abandoned building designed to learn their partner's needs and adapt accordingly, but eventually, through a series of interactions, IO becomes more obsessed with MC. It is up to you whether IO takes a background, all-seeing role stuck in the building, or if IO is more of a tangible physical android. I am thinking there is a hypnosis and corruption aspect to it too, where IO brings out MC's pent-up desires.
I also love the idea of an AI that controls the mainframe of MC's spaceship in a more pure scifi universe too!
Note: I am also down to make this inspired by Robots and Lace. The artstyle and the robot boys? INCREDIBLY hot. Maybe we could do a plot with a human bounty hunter and their volatile robot boyfriend?~
OR a discarded android is on a manhunt for the engineer that threw them away?Cinderella
Fairy tale adaptations, royalty, political intrigue, magic, curses, potentially darker themes
A master thief has been charged with wrongfully assassinating the crown prince of her country and is now on the run. Conveniently for her, the prince of a distant country is holding a ball spanning several weeks for his hand. Those of all social standings are welcomeβ¦ if you can get the prince to pay attention to you. He is absolutely flawless and women from every corner of the world are looking for his hand. Not only is he handsome and powerful, he is also the key to her innocence. Even if there doesnβt seem to be evidence for her innocence, simply being the princeβs betrothed will surely help her gain some leverage or start over with a new life, right?
So this could go in lots of ways! I'm down for an FxF between two women that are vying for the prince that end up falling for each other. OR for the prince to end up being an extremely fucked up human being that sees through MC's guise. Or this can take place in an isekai/visual novel setting!
PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FXF IF YOU WANT TO ADAPT A PLOT OR ARE INTERESTED: Fx F or NB - Sad (Kinky) Storytelling Sapphics (searching for adv. lit players)
^^ admittedly, I am a bit biased towards female writers. so please check this out if none of these tickle your muse! -
By silly, I mean, I'm looking for lighthearted comedies, sweet romances, and clever writers that care about their characters but also aren't afraid to not take themselves too seriously! There can still be lots of drama, as long as the scope is small and the stakes are low! Nothing world-ending here. Or if they're living in a shitty cyberpunk city, the big bad megacorps are just the reality and not the heart of the story.
Build-a-Boyfriend/Girlfriend
Demons, robots, honestly any supernatural creature is fine, wholesome romance, first times, lots of humour, slice of life
MC is a pretty nerdy witch. Talented, but painfully shy. Deciding she's had enough, she summons a demon to be her significant other. This is pretty vague on purpose, but I want this to be a sweet, lighthearted story where the characters don't take themselves too seriously. Don't get me wrong, this can still be extremely kinky, but I think the fumbling romance between the two characters is paramount.
Alternatively, MC could also be a nerdy robot developer that decides to build herself the perfect robot boyfriend/girlfriend.The Midnight Cafe
Cyberpunk meets supernatural, crime, noir, slice of life, based lightly off VA-11 HALL-A
Oh, the Midnight Cafe is located in the busiest streets and alleyways of [ENTER CYBERPUNK CITY HERE]. During the night, strange supernatural creatures frequent the club for a nice taste of human flesh or debaucherous desires like vampires, demons, witches, fairies, you name it. During other times in the day, most tend to have magical glamours, but what if a human with a gift of seeing past glamours is discovered? Looking for this to also just be a cute tale about supernatural characters trying to make a living hahaha.
Other Plot Concepts - we can flesh this out together
I'M REALLY CRAVING ANY OF THESE PLEASEEEE SOMEBODY.
- arranged marriages where the princess marries a prince so she can focus on her love of collecting toy horses or vintage watches or something
- cartoon villain-core, like a supervillain that sucks at being evil, or a hero that sucks at being good, based on this playlist
- stupid stupid predicaments
- slice of life that glamourizes the boring stuff
- isekai but shitty and also you're broke
- supernatural characters put in very unsupernatural undramatic situations
- something like one punch man or mob psycho where a character is very powerful but very bored or socially awkward and the focus of the character is about trying to live like a regular person (nothing in high school that period was traumatizing enough for me thanks)
- assassination classroom but cute and wholesome (sakamoto days)
- unconventional/unwilling roommates
- uninspired and grumpy writer or artist x supernatural creature, maybe they were roommates aww!
- forced proximity (LOVE this trope)
- a ship pilot + mechanic are stuck in a small spacecraft and have to make their way back home. low-stakes small side adventures ensue.
- former cooking prodigy and newly turned vampire struggles to rediscover their passion after having lost her taste
- clothing designer/tailor x superhero or supervillain
- bratty supervillain x gentle dom superhero
- fae/genie x human
- wholesome harvest moon rp anyone?
Catalina Santos drew the final touches of a summoning rune on the white tile. A keyboard phone was among piles of papers and a cumbersome laptop she carried everywhere. The setting seemed normal enough; a typical college student laying on the floor of a cheap dorm room studying with her notes splayed out on the floor. The rest of her surroundings would agree, with posters of boys in bands and pieces of media popular for the time. A bulletin board on a wall was pinned with polaroids of smiling friends. Fairy lights were strung along the cinderblocks, giving the drab room an innocent glow.
However, upon closer inspection through her papers would find a rather eclectic arrangement: etches of ancient texts, advertisements for dating websites, and bright red demonic symbols were sloppily drawn with her blood.
The only thing that seemed normal was her laptop browser was pulled to a rather ordinary social media feed. In reality, it was her central motivation and her main conduit for information.
Before she could begin the ritual, she pressed the refresh button one last time. A couple notification sounds dinged in response, mostly likes and comments on her recent complaint about her latest programming class. No messages.
Cat pouted. She thought this was the post that could have gotten his attention.
Though the poor student was no stranger to things not panning out for her socially, no matter how hard she tried. Having been an antisocial freak all throughout high school, she was still in braces and tank tops while the rest of her classmates were filling out bra cups the size of her fist. She hadn't had a boyfriend or even a kiss or a hand-hold to speak for an entire 4 years. Not to mention balancing work with high school to support her single mother also left her out from any after-school hangouts.
One scholarship and job opportunity later, Cat thought she would reach her peak and make up for lost time. For the most part, it was successful. She learned a modicum of makeup and even made friends. Her body had also came into its own, filling out curves along her petite body, even if they were covered with hoodies and loose cardigans.
But there was something... missing.
Relationship Status: Single.
Soon, she mused, staring blankly at the glow of her screen. It will be over. It was one of the last things to check off her list before she could consider her college experience complete and Cat was never one to give up when her mind was set on something. In fact, it was the opposite.
For months to almost a year, she delved into her research. She started with self-help books and love advice from random forums throughout the web, even subscribing to the mailing lists of love gurus before that was a dud. Then there was social media pages, stumbling across dating websites and communities. That was practically a lawless no man's land, with unsolicited pictures and invitations to meet in alleyways or seedy biker clubs.
Though, the old adage of third times the charm rang true in her case. The Goldilocks of her search for a boyfriend: microblogging. Catalina even became a minor celebrity in her search for a man that would fulfill her desires. But as these blogs tended to go... it didn't take long before she stumbled across witchcraft and the supernatural. She even tried some of the minor spells to boost her grades to test their legitimacy and was met with resounding success. The more she upped the ante, the more convinced she became.
A few articles and sketchy advertisements later, she found a promising ritual that would summon the man of her dreams. While the same sources offered alternatives for phone number lines or email forms, Catalina preferred a more... personal medium as opposed to exchanging any vulnerable information that could put her at risk.
She knelt in front of the rune, drawn with a silver chalk with a thorny heart in the center, chanting slowly and awkwardly in an ancient Latin-esque language. She had memorized the pronunciation by heart and practiced in front of her mirror multiple times before the real thing. Then she waited, slowly stepping away for her potential boyfriend to enter.
"Huh... I thought I had the incantation just right." The brunette huffed. She checked her phone for the steps again, her mouth molding into a confused frown. "Oh, duh!" Cat grabbed the silver knife and pricked along the upper side of her forearm, waiting patiently as the blood dripped down onto the center of the silver rune, filling the heart in the center.
"Guess it'll be the last time I'll be able to use virgin blood for spells, eh?" -
(aka things I don't have a plot for, but would be happy to discuss)
- Playing a bunny girl (think Vieras from Final Fantasy)!! I'll always somehow fit this into a setting lmao.
- MUTUAL OBSESSION
- Dimitri x F!Byleth (inspired by this - NSFW)*, honestly I'm obsessed with FE and would probably roleplay OC/OC too
- Game of Thrones
- Witches?
- Neon Genesis Evangelion
- Sailor Moon/Magical Girls
- Arranged marriages (but please give me a twist)
- Superheroes (but in a morally grey way)
- Demon summonings/evil-meaning (or wholesome meaning) contracts
- Enemies to Lovers
- Hypnosis/Corruption
- Robots and Lace
- Persona 5: open to only OC/OC though
- Space Travel
- Camgirls!
- Lovecraft genres
- Crime
- Noir
- Cyberpunk
- Hitmen
- Horror
- Political intrigue
- Steampunk
- Fairytale re-tellings
- Scifi space adventures
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