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marcipanas
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- Joined
- Mar 31, 2022
(Updated 2024/07/14)
Table of Contents:
ABOUT ME
WRITING PREFERENCES
LIKES/DISLIKES (KINKS)
WRITING SAMPLE
IDEAS AND PLOTS
WARNING: This thread is super long because I wanted to cover everything. So, feel free to scroll to the sections that interest you the most!
WRITING PREFERENCES
LIKES/DISLIKES (KINKS)
WRITING SAMPLE
IDEAS AND PLOTS
WARNING: This thread is super long because I wanted to cover everything. So, feel free to scroll to the sections that interest you the most!
ABOUT ME
NAME: Marcipanas (or Marci for short)
AGE: 21+
EXPERIENCE: I've been roleplaying for ages. I started on some sketchy sites and spent a while writing silly, self-indulgent roleplays. However, these days, I'd like to think I've improved a lot. I love creating multiple characters, unique storylines, and plotting out scenes, while still leaving plenty of room for big and small plot twists.
AGE: 21+
EXPERIENCE: I've been roleplaying for ages. I started on some sketchy sites and spent a while writing silly, self-indulgent roleplays. However, these days, I'd like to think I've improved a lot. I love creating multiple characters, unique storylines, and plotting out scenes, while still leaving plenty of room for big and small plot twists.
WRITING PREFERENCES
BASICS: - 3rd person, past tense (however, I'm not opposed to the 1st present or present tense).
- Decent grammar and spelling.
- Threads > PMs.
FREQUENCY: I try to reply as often as I can. I've got a lot of free time, so I aim to write at least one reply every couple of days. Sometimes, if I'm feeling extra motivated, I might even crank out more than one reply in a day. Just remember, roleplaying is a hobby for me—I write when I can. If it takes me a bit longer to reply, it's just 'cause I'm busy, and not because I'm ghosting you.
LENGTH: I usually write around 500+ words per reply. I know some people prefer shorter replies, but I really enjoy writing and reading. I love it when both me and my writing partner put in a lot of effort, include plenty of details, and take the time to craft our story. Still, the quality is better than quantity—writing shouldn't feel forced. As long as you give me something to work with and don't send just one line or a tiny paragraph with no substance each time, I won't complain.
COMMUNICATION: How much we chat OOC is totally up to you! I enjoy catching up and chatting between replies, but if that's not your vibe, no worries. I just ask that we at least discuss the roleplay itself. This means brainstorming ideas, fleshing them out, and talking about our limits (Got any triggers? Let me know.).
SMUT: I don't have a set ratio, BUT a roleplay needs to be a blend of both—sex without plot is boring and dull, and plot without sex isn't exciting and interesting. (Note: when I say 'sex', in my mind, it includes not only intercourse but everything that comes before it: sexual tension and frustration, foreplay, teasing, etc.)
LENGTH: I usually write around 500+ words per reply. I know some people prefer shorter replies, but I really enjoy writing and reading. I love it when both me and my writing partner put in a lot of effort, include plenty of details, and take the time to craft our story. Still, the quality is better than quantity—writing shouldn't feel forced. As long as you give me something to work with and don't send just one line or a tiny paragraph with no substance each time, I won't complain.
COMMUNICATION: How much we chat OOC is totally up to you! I enjoy catching up and chatting between replies, but if that's not your vibe, no worries. I just ask that we at least discuss the roleplay itself. This means brainstorming ideas, fleshing them out, and talking about our limits (Got any triggers? Let me know.).
SMUT: I don't have a set ratio, BUT a roleplay needs to be a blend of both—sex without plot is boring and dull, and plot without sex isn't exciting and interesting. (Note: when I say 'sex', in my mind, it includes not only intercourse but everything that comes before it: sexual tension and frustration, foreplay, teasing, etc.)
OTHER:
- I love brainstorming, but I'm not a fan of getting bogged down in every little detail. Let's start with the basics and figure out the rest as we go along with the roleplay.
- For character sheets, if you want to have them, I prefer to keep it simple: full name, gender, age, and face claim/description.
- I'm not interested in playing as or against characters who are under 18.
LIKES/DISLIKES (KINKS)
This isn't a complete list! It's just to give you a rough idea of what I like writing. If you don't see something or are curious if I'd be up for it, just ask.
... | YES | OCCASIONALLY | NO |
GENRES | Slice of Life Fantasy Romance | Horror Action Adventure | — |
THEMES | Slow burn Masked men Corruption Power imbalance Age Gap Obsession Forbbiden romances | Toxic relationships Cheating | — |
KINKS | Nicknames Size difference Biting Teasing Public Clothed sex | Dub-Con Knife play Bondage Orgasm Control Risk of pregnancy Gangbangs Overstimulation | Toilet play Vore Feet Fisting |
WRITING SAMPLE
(NOTE: This sample is from one of my stories I wrote a while ago, and not from a roleplay.)
"Having fun?" Simon asks, making Lola shrug.
"I guess," Lola reluctantly responds, her voice trailing off. She takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing against her. Leaning against the cool bricks, she closes her heavy eyelids for a second. All she wants to do is lie down, curl up, and sleep until her head stops spinning. But instead, with a hint of curiosity, she returns the question, "And what about you?"
"Not really. Came here to pick up a friend, but it seems like he ditched me." Simon is unsurprised when the lie comes effortlessly to him.
"Bummer." A giggle slips past Lola's lips as she watches the stranger smoke, the cigarette loosely dangling between his thumb and index finger.
Simon is incredibly tall, towering above everyone, including her. When Lola speaks with him, she finds herself tilting her head back to meet his gaze; otherwise, she is left staring at his chest. His disheveled, dirty blonde hair adds to his rugged charm, and he absentmindedly runs his fingers through it every few seconds. His eyes dart around, never settling on anything or anyone for too long. But the moment his gaze captures Lola's, she becomes spellbound by it.
Lola notices that Simon's lips are moving, and she can hear the faint sound of his voice. However, she is too tired to make out his words. They just buzz over her head. It is challenging to concentrate on the conversation. The desire to wrap her arms around his shoulders and kiss him consumes her thoughts. Lola knows it's bold and maybe a little desperate, but she had no luck tonight with the guys inside the club. And since she is drunk, she gets a free pass tonight. She is allowed to make questionable choices, fully aware that she will probably regret them in the morning when the inevitable hangover sets in.
Simon notices that Lola's head is in the clouds and that whatever he says goes in one ear and out the other. He doesn't mind, though. He enjoys just being near her. But the longer he stands, towering over Lola's small frame, watching her delicate fingers play with the loose thread on her dress, the more he begins to realize how foolish she is.
Lola is all alone. She came here without friends, and to make matters worse, she drank too much. Now she finds herself talking to a complete stranger, who for all she knows, might be thinking about dragging her away from the crowd into a dark alley, where he could bend her over, lift her dress and tear her panties off.
Could Lola be any more dumb and reckless? Yes. Yes, she absolutely could. Because when Simon offers her a ride, she accepts without hesitation, not even considering the possibility that he could be a crazy serial killer.
As Lola collapses into the passenger seat and tells Simon her address, she fails to notice that he isn't driving her home. The car speeds through unfamiliar streets, with buildings and street signs blurring in her hazy mind.
Simon's heart races. His fingers nervously tap the steering wheel as he presses down on the gas pedal. His mind is a storm of thoughts, swirling too fast to make sense of. On the surface, however, he maintains a cool and composed demeanor, appearing almost unaffected and disinterested.
"Did I already ask for your name?" Lola asks, turning to face him. "I believe I might have, but... I had way too many shots and drank at least three or four piña coladas, so I'm feeling a little woozy."
He glances at her.
"Simon."
"I guess," Lola reluctantly responds, her voice trailing off. She takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing against her. Leaning against the cool bricks, she closes her heavy eyelids for a second. All she wants to do is lie down, curl up, and sleep until her head stops spinning. But instead, with a hint of curiosity, she returns the question, "And what about you?"
"Not really. Came here to pick up a friend, but it seems like he ditched me." Simon is unsurprised when the lie comes effortlessly to him.
"Bummer." A giggle slips past Lola's lips as she watches the stranger smoke, the cigarette loosely dangling between his thumb and index finger.
Simon is incredibly tall, towering above everyone, including her. When Lola speaks with him, she finds herself tilting her head back to meet his gaze; otherwise, she is left staring at his chest. His disheveled, dirty blonde hair adds to his rugged charm, and he absentmindedly runs his fingers through it every few seconds. His eyes dart around, never settling on anything or anyone for too long. But the moment his gaze captures Lola's, she becomes spellbound by it.
Lola notices that Simon's lips are moving, and she can hear the faint sound of his voice. However, she is too tired to make out his words. They just buzz over her head. It is challenging to concentrate on the conversation. The desire to wrap her arms around his shoulders and kiss him consumes her thoughts. Lola knows it's bold and maybe a little desperate, but she had no luck tonight with the guys inside the club. And since she is drunk, she gets a free pass tonight. She is allowed to make questionable choices, fully aware that she will probably regret them in the morning when the inevitable hangover sets in.
Simon notices that Lola's head is in the clouds and that whatever he says goes in one ear and out the other. He doesn't mind, though. He enjoys just being near her. But the longer he stands, towering over Lola's small frame, watching her delicate fingers play with the loose thread on her dress, the more he begins to realize how foolish she is.
Lola is all alone. She came here without friends, and to make matters worse, she drank too much. Now she finds herself talking to a complete stranger, who for all she knows, might be thinking about dragging her away from the crowd into a dark alley, where he could bend her over, lift her dress and tear her panties off.
Could Lola be any more dumb and reckless? Yes. Yes, she absolutely could. Because when Simon offers her a ride, she accepts without hesitation, not even considering the possibility that he could be a crazy serial killer.
As Lola collapses into the passenger seat and tells Simon her address, she fails to notice that he isn't driving her home. The car speeds through unfamiliar streets, with buildings and street signs blurring in her hazy mind.
Simon's heart races. His fingers nervously tap the steering wheel as he presses down on the gas pedal. His mind is a storm of thoughts, swirling too fast to make sense of. On the surface, however, he maintains a cool and composed demeanor, appearing almost unaffected and disinterested.
"Did I already ask for your name?" Lola asks, turning to face him. "I believe I might have, but... I had way too many shots and drank at least three or four piña coladas, so I'm feeling a little woozy."
He glances at her.
"Simon."
IDEAS AND PLOTS
If none of these catch your eye, but you still would like to write with me, just shoot me a message! We can brainstorm a new idea or plot together, or you can even suggest your own. I'm open to hearing it all!
PLOT #1 — short-term, open.
Muse A and Muse B live in the same apartment block, an enormous building filled with many residents. Yet somehow, they always seem to cross paths. They often exchange flirtatious glances and playful banter, but neither dares to take it a step further despite the obvious attraction. Both are hesitant, waiting for the right moment or a sign. They need a little nudge, a little encouragement.One late evening, as if by fate, they both get into the same elevator, each lost in their own thoughts after a long day. At first, they don't pay much attention to one another, but that changes when the elevator jolts to a stop, and they realize they are stuck.
- I imagine this would be short-term, more like a long scene instead of a full plot. However, if we like it and decide to continue, we could expand it into a longer story.
- Other things that would be fun to include: one of the muses being claustrophobic.
PLOT #2 — long-term, open.
Muse A is a princess, a little clueless and too trusting.Muse B is a knight sworn to protect her.
One night, she is woken up and told that the castle walls have been breached and the king has ordered her to be taken away until the danger dissipates. Muse A doesn't question Muse B and runs away with him into the night.
However, as time passes and she continues to travel with the knight, she starts to pick up on subtle clues. She realizes that there was never any real danger in the castle—the knight kidnapped her and he's not going to let her go easily.
- I have never really written any fantasy stories, so I think it would be a fun challenge.
- I imagine that in the beginning, the knight keeps up the facade of being a saviour, but over time it starts to melt and his true nature is revealed. The way I see it, in the end, the princess either manages to escape (although not very likely) or develops Stockholm syndrome.
PLOT #3 — long-term, open.
Muse A is a journalist. Their boss promises them a promotion and a nice bonus if they write an exposé about the town's wealthiest man...Muse A has never really written stories like that, but they aren't going to pass up an opportunity like this. The only problem is that no matter how deep Muse A digs, they can't uncover anything good enough to write about. So, they decide to go straight to the source—Muse B, the daughter of the town's wealthiest man.
Muse B is looking for an opportunity to rebel—they are tired of being pushed around by their father and told what to do and what not to do. Muse B has no control over their life and they hate it.
Muse A and Muse B start dating. Muse B knows about the story Muse A is working on, and although Muse B doesn't plan on spilling any secrets, they think dating the journalist will be fun. Plus, they would hate to miss the opportunity to anger their father. Muse A, despite Muse B's secretiveness, uncovers more and more over time. However, the secrets that start to resurface are not only about the father but about the whole family, including Muse B. The story is turning out great, but will Muse A want to publish it by the end of it all? Will their career remain more important to them even after they find love?
- The plot is not set in stone, and we can definitely make changes to it.
- Originally, I thought Muse B would know who Muse A was and that they were writing a story about their father. However, I can see how this could be omitted, with Muse B being clueless and finding out later.
Stuff I'd love to write, but don't have a plot for:
- A story that combines the tropes of arranged marriage and enemies to lovers, with a slow burn and lots of mixed feelings.
- A story that includes pairings like:
A son's girlfriend who is afraid of being single/The son's father who knows he could treat her better
A secretary who is awful at her job and should have been fired long ago/A boss who keeps her around because he hates the idea of not seeing her every day