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Lilium97
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- Dec 15, 2024
I don't really have the patience to make this look pretty, so I'll get straight to the point!
I'm looking for potential RP partners who are willing to play canon characters for my OC! Of course, I don't expect anyone to just want to do that, so I also double up! In fact, I don't think I've ever done an RP where I haven't doubled. So basically, you would play your OC and my love interest, and I'd play my OC and your love interest. If you prefer, we can do canon x canon for your side as well, or OC x OC if you have something in mind. But yeah please don't message me asking to only do Canon x Canon or OC x OC. I will only double up! UNLESS you only want to play my love interest (a canon character from a fandom) for my OC. Sorry, I had to get that out of the way because a lot of people messaged me without really reading what I'm looking for.
Some Notes:
- I have a couple of kinks I would be happy to discuss in messages! However, I will never want rape/non-con/dub-con for my side of the story. I don't want my love interest to be that way, that's just my preference. I prefer romance, and I prefer the love interest actually caring for my OC. THAT BEING SAID, I DO NOT MIND PLAYING THESE THINGS FOR YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY, IF THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE INTO. I just don't want it for my side, please! I just personally prefer when my love interest actually cares for my OC. I want some sweet moments, I want care, and yes it could be rough, but with consent. I like it when love interest only has eyes for my OC. That's just the type of story I'm looking for. I am a hopeless romantic and I just genuinely enjoy it so.. if you'd allow this and indulge in my requests, I will happily do whatever it is you want for your side of the story.
- Taking the above point in mind, no, I do not have any limits. If there's something 'different' you're into, I'll write it for you. As long as you play who I want in the aforementioned manner, I'll do my best to give you what you want for your side! I very much appreciate people trying to let me indulge in my fantasies and written romances, so I will definitely do my best and put a lot of effort into doing what you'd like.
- Everyone will be aged up when necessary. So if we RP Avatar, everyone will be 18+ years old.
THE FANDOMS I'M CURRENTLY LOOKING FOR:
Avatar: The Last Airbender: I'm looking for someone to play Fire Lord Ozai for my OC! In return, I can play anyone in the Avatar universe you want. Yes, I will even play multiple characters for you if that is what you want.
Hazbin Hotel: Looking for someone to play Alastor for my OC! Again, I can play whoever you want in this universe.
League of Legends: For this, I'm potentially looking for many different things. If anyone is interested in trying to play Aatrox for my OC, hit me up, I've been trying to figure out how to make that one work lol. But besides that, I'd love for someone to play Swain for me! His newest prestige skin is delightful. I'm thinking this could be set in a modern setting. Specifically I'm kinda craving a professor x student RP with Swain as the professor lol. In return I can play any League character you want, or multiple, with any plot line you'd like. Either modern day or something else. Let me know!
Fire Emblem Fates: I don't know why, but I really enjoy this universe. Usually I just have my OC replace Corrin, but if you'd rather not have that, I'll do something else with her! As a love interest, I'd really like Xander. Bonus if we can add some Jakob jealousy in there somewhere. In return I'll play whoever you like.
Above is a writing sample from an RP I started recently. I can write around 1000 words per side pretty easily, but usually I will write more for you and less for my OC. I can also easily adjust this number to make us both comfortable, so don't worry about trying to match me. 500 words per side is also fine! Or a bit less, but usually my minimum is like 400-500 words.
I think that's everything. If you find any of this interesting, let me know.
I'm looking for potential RP partners who are willing to play canon characters for my OC! Of course, I don't expect anyone to just want to do that, so I also double up! In fact, I don't think I've ever done an RP where I haven't doubled. So basically, you would play your OC and my love interest, and I'd play my OC and your love interest. If you prefer, we can do canon x canon for your side as well, or OC x OC if you have something in mind. But yeah please don't message me asking to only do Canon x Canon or OC x OC. I will only double up! UNLESS you only want to play my love interest (a canon character from a fandom) for my OC. Sorry, I had to get that out of the way because a lot of people messaged me without really reading what I'm looking for.
Some Notes:
- I have a couple of kinks I would be happy to discuss in messages! However, I will never want rape/non-con/dub-con for my side of the story. I don't want my love interest to be that way, that's just my preference. I prefer romance, and I prefer the love interest actually caring for my OC. THAT BEING SAID, I DO NOT MIND PLAYING THESE THINGS FOR YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY, IF THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE INTO. I just don't want it for my side, please! I just personally prefer when my love interest actually cares for my OC. I want some sweet moments, I want care, and yes it could be rough, but with consent. I like it when love interest only has eyes for my OC. That's just the type of story I'm looking for. I am a hopeless romantic and I just genuinely enjoy it so.. if you'd allow this and indulge in my requests, I will happily do whatever it is you want for your side of the story.
- Taking the above point in mind, no, I do not have any limits. If there's something 'different' you're into, I'll write it for you. As long as you play who I want in the aforementioned manner, I'll do my best to give you what you want for your side! I very much appreciate people trying to let me indulge in my fantasies and written romances, so I will definitely do my best and put a lot of effort into doing what you'd like.
- Everyone will be aged up when necessary. So if we RP Avatar, everyone will be 18+ years old.
THE FANDOMS I'M CURRENTLY LOOKING FOR:
Avatar: The Last Airbender: I'm looking for someone to play Fire Lord Ozai for my OC! In return, I can play anyone in the Avatar universe you want. Yes, I will even play multiple characters for you if that is what you want.
Hazbin Hotel: Looking for someone to play Alastor for my OC! Again, I can play whoever you want in this universe.
League of Legends: For this, I'm potentially looking for many different things. If anyone is interested in trying to play Aatrox for my OC, hit me up, I've been trying to figure out how to make that one work lol. But besides that, I'd love for someone to play Swain for me! His newest prestige skin is delightful. I'm thinking this could be set in a modern setting. Specifically I'm kinda craving a professor x student RP with Swain as the professor lol. In return I can play any League character you want, or multiple, with any plot line you'd like. Either modern day or something else. Let me know!
Fire Emblem Fates: I don't know why, but I really enjoy this universe. Usually I just have my OC replace Corrin, but if you'd rather not have that, I'll do something else with her! As a love interest, I'd really like Xander. Bonus if we can add some Jakob jealousy in there somewhere. In return I'll play whoever you like.
The streets of Hell had never been quiet, but after the events of the past year, they seemed a little less chaotic - at least in this part of town. Charlie Morningstar strolled through the twisting, cracked streets of Pentagram City, her heels clicking against the uneven cobblestone. The air hung heavy with sulfur and smoke, tinged with the faint metallic tang of spilled blood. Neon signs flickered in and out of existence above grimy buildings, their gaudy colors casting eerie reflections on the slick pavement. A cacophony of distant screams, gunshots, and maniacal laughter wove together into a dissonant symphony that was as much a part of Hell as its scorching heat.
Still, Charlie smiled, undeterred by the bleak surroundings. Her golden hair glowed faintly even under the harsh, artificial lights, a stark contrast to the eternal gloom around her. The rebuilt Hazbin Hotel now stood tall in the distance, its once-crumbling facade restored to its former glory - no, better. It was a symbol of hope, however faint, in a place that had none. And Charlie, as always, was determined to find anyone willing to take a chance on that hope.
"Just one," she murmured to herself, her crimson eyes scanning the streets. "There has to be someone."
She'd taken to wandering the city more often these days, looking for anyone who might be willing to give redemption a try. Not everyone was open to the idea, of course. Most demons laughed in her face, some hurled insults or worse, and many simply ignored her. But every now and then, she'd meet someone - a lost soul clinging to the faintest shred of humanity or a demon tired of the endless cycle of sin and suffering. Those moments made all the rejection worth it.
As she turned down a shadowy alley, the smell of desperation hit her like a brick wall. This part of the city was darker, quieter - though not in a peaceful way. The shadows seemed to shift and writhe of their own accord, and the flickering light of a single, malfunctioning streetlamp barely pierced the gloom.
It was here that she heard the voices.
"Hand it over, now, or we'll make you wish you'd stayed in the living world."
Charlie froze, her eyes narrowing as she pinpointed the source of the commotion. Two demons - typical lower-rank types with distorted features and oily black skin - were cornering a man against a crumbling wall. The victim stood out immediately. While most souls in Hell bore obvious signs of their infernal transformation, this one looked… different.
He was tall and slim, with messy dark hair that fell into his eyes. His features were sharp, almost painfully human, and his eyes - a striking shade of blue, clear and piercing- seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. He clutched a worn leather satchel to his chest as the demons closed in, sneering and leering with razor-sharp teeth.
"Come on, pretty boy," one of them hissed, its clawed hand darting out to grab the satchel.
The man flinched but held firm, his jaw tightening as he tried to back away.
Charlie's blood boiled. Without a second thought, she darted forward, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she closed the distance.
"Hey!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the alley like a clap of thunder.
The demons turned, their eyes narrowing at the sight of her. For a moment, they seemed to hesitate, recognizing the princess of Hell. But then, as if emboldened by their numbers, they sneered.
"Look who it is," the larger of the two growled, its voice dripping with mockery. "The little princess herself. What, you gonna sing us to death?"
Charlie planted her hands on her hips, her crimson eyes blazing with fury. "Let him go," she demanded, her voice firm. "Now."
The smaller demon snickered, its forked tongue flicking out. "Or what? You gonna run crying to Daddy?"
That struck a nerve, but Charlie didn't let it show. Instead, she stepped closer, her posture radiating confidence. "Or I'll make you regret it," she said evenly.
The larger demon scoffed, baring its jagged teeth. "Big talk for someone unarmed."
Charlie smirked, tilting her head slightly. "You really want to test me?"
The air around her seemed to shimmer for a moment, a faint golden glow emanating from her as her innate power flickered to life. The demons exchanged nervous glances. They knew better than to underestimate her, even if they didn't want to admit it.
With a low growl, the larger demon spat on the ground. "This ain't worth it," it muttered, turning to leave.
The smaller one lingered for a moment, glaring at Charlie, before reluctantly following its companion. "You're lucky, human," it sneered over its shoulder. "Next time, you won't have your little princess to save you."
Charlie waited until they were out of sight before letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Turning to the man, she softened her expression, her smile warm and genuine.
"Are you okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
Charlie studied him for a moment, her curiosity piqued. There was something… unusual about him. Most souls that ended up in Hell didn't look this human, not for long. And his eyes - those beautiful, haunting eyes - seemed to hold a depth she couldn't quite place.
"You shouldn't be wandering around here alone," she said gently. "It's dangerous."
Charlie tilted her head, her smile never faltering. "What's your name? I'm Charlie. And… if you don't mind me saying, you don't seem like you belong here. But.. but I can help! We can help, that is. Me and the others at the Hazbin Hotel! Come on, follow me and we can figure it out, okay?"
As they left the alley, Charlie couldn't help but glance at the man again, wondering what had brought him to this place.
--
Lilium hummed softly to herself, the tune light and whimsical, as she twirled a strand of her long, silvery hair around her finger. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the cracked streets of Hell, a sound that seemed to echo in the eerie silence of the dimly lit alleys. Things had changed drastically since Adam's fall. The chaos had shifted into something more... unrestrained, and for Lilium, it was utterly intoxicating.
Life in Hell had always been a carnival of torment and absurdity, but now, it was as though the demons felt invincible. Their victory over Heaven had made them reckless, their caution abandoned in the wake of their triumph. For Lilium, this was nothing short of a gift.
Blood was easier to find, easier to drain. Easier to savor.
She licked her lips at the thought, a smirk curling her red-painted mouth. The intoxicating rush of power she felt coursing through her veins after each feeding was unparalleled. It was as though she could crush the entire underworld beneath her heel if she desired.
As she strolled along, a piercing scream shattered the stillness. Lilium's silver eyes flicked in the direction of the sound, her lips parting in a delighted gasp. "Oh, how delightful," she murmured, her steps quickening.
Turning a corner, she found the source of the commotion. A woman cowered against the side of a crumbling building, tears streaking her soot-stained face as a towering, brutish demon loomed over her. He sneered, his jagged teeth glinting in the faint glow of the streetlamps.
Lilium tilted her head, observing the scene with detached amusement. It wasn't an uncommon sight- Hell wasn't exactly known for chivalry. But something about the way the demon towered over the woman, his cruel laughter echoing in the air, made her chest tighten. A flicker of something old, something human, stirred within her.
"How unfortunate for you," Lilium said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she stepped forward.
The demon turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her. At first, he looked annoyed, but that expression quickly melted into fear. The corners of Lilium's mouth quirked up into a sweet, saccharine smile, but her gaze was anything but kind.
"Now, now," she cooed, her tone almost playful, "there's no need for such hostility. But..." Her smile widened, revealing a glint of fang. "I'm feeling rather parched."
Before the demon could react, Lilium was on him, her movements a blur. Her fangs sank into his neck, and his scream was cut short. His blood was bitter, tainted with cruelty and despair, but she drank deeply nonetheless. The woman fled, her frantic footsteps fading into the distance, but Lilium barely noticed.
When she was finished, she let the lifeless body crumple to the ground, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand. "Weak," she muttered with disdain, stepping over the corpse as though it were little more than trash.
The night air felt cooler as she made her way back to the Hazbin Hotel, her appetite sated for the moment.
Inside, the hotel was its usual chaotic self, the mismatched décor somehow managing to be both gaudy and charming. Lilium lounged elegantly on one of the plush couches, crossing her legs as she leaned back. She wasn't one for idle chatter, but her attention snapped to the door when a familiar figure entered.
The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, strode in, his ever-present grin as unnerving as it was captivating. Lilium's lips curved into a smile that matched his in sweetness, though hers was far more genuine.
"Alastor~," she sang, her voice dripping with honeyed delight. "What a pleasure. And what are you up to today?"
Her tone was casual, but her gaze lingered on him, studying every twitch of his smile, every shift in his stance. Alastor was a puzzle she couldn't help but want to unravel. Dangerous, enigmatic, and oh, so intriguing.
Still, Charlie smiled, undeterred by the bleak surroundings. Her golden hair glowed faintly even under the harsh, artificial lights, a stark contrast to the eternal gloom around her. The rebuilt Hazbin Hotel now stood tall in the distance, its once-crumbling facade restored to its former glory - no, better. It was a symbol of hope, however faint, in a place that had none. And Charlie, as always, was determined to find anyone willing to take a chance on that hope.
"Just one," she murmured to herself, her crimson eyes scanning the streets. "There has to be someone."
She'd taken to wandering the city more often these days, looking for anyone who might be willing to give redemption a try. Not everyone was open to the idea, of course. Most demons laughed in her face, some hurled insults or worse, and many simply ignored her. But every now and then, she'd meet someone - a lost soul clinging to the faintest shred of humanity or a demon tired of the endless cycle of sin and suffering. Those moments made all the rejection worth it.
As she turned down a shadowy alley, the smell of desperation hit her like a brick wall. This part of the city was darker, quieter - though not in a peaceful way. The shadows seemed to shift and writhe of their own accord, and the flickering light of a single, malfunctioning streetlamp barely pierced the gloom.
It was here that she heard the voices.
"Hand it over, now, or we'll make you wish you'd stayed in the living world."
Charlie froze, her eyes narrowing as she pinpointed the source of the commotion. Two demons - typical lower-rank types with distorted features and oily black skin - were cornering a man against a crumbling wall. The victim stood out immediately. While most souls in Hell bore obvious signs of their infernal transformation, this one looked… different.
He was tall and slim, with messy dark hair that fell into his eyes. His features were sharp, almost painfully human, and his eyes - a striking shade of blue, clear and piercing- seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. He clutched a worn leather satchel to his chest as the demons closed in, sneering and leering with razor-sharp teeth.
"Come on, pretty boy," one of them hissed, its clawed hand darting out to grab the satchel.
The man flinched but held firm, his jaw tightening as he tried to back away.
Charlie's blood boiled. Without a second thought, she darted forward, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she closed the distance.
"Hey!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the alley like a clap of thunder.
The demons turned, their eyes narrowing at the sight of her. For a moment, they seemed to hesitate, recognizing the princess of Hell. But then, as if emboldened by their numbers, they sneered.
"Look who it is," the larger of the two growled, its voice dripping with mockery. "The little princess herself. What, you gonna sing us to death?"
Charlie planted her hands on her hips, her crimson eyes blazing with fury. "Let him go," she demanded, her voice firm. "Now."
The smaller demon snickered, its forked tongue flicking out. "Or what? You gonna run crying to Daddy?"
That struck a nerve, but Charlie didn't let it show. Instead, she stepped closer, her posture radiating confidence. "Or I'll make you regret it," she said evenly.
The larger demon scoffed, baring its jagged teeth. "Big talk for someone unarmed."
Charlie smirked, tilting her head slightly. "You really want to test me?"
The air around her seemed to shimmer for a moment, a faint golden glow emanating from her as her innate power flickered to life. The demons exchanged nervous glances. They knew better than to underestimate her, even if they didn't want to admit it.
With a low growl, the larger demon spat on the ground. "This ain't worth it," it muttered, turning to leave.
The smaller one lingered for a moment, glaring at Charlie, before reluctantly following its companion. "You're lucky, human," it sneered over its shoulder. "Next time, you won't have your little princess to save you."
Charlie waited until they were out of sight before letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Turning to the man, she softened her expression, her smile warm and genuine.
"Are you okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
Charlie studied him for a moment, her curiosity piqued. There was something… unusual about him. Most souls that ended up in Hell didn't look this human, not for long. And his eyes - those beautiful, haunting eyes - seemed to hold a depth she couldn't quite place.
"You shouldn't be wandering around here alone," she said gently. "It's dangerous."
Charlie tilted her head, her smile never faltering. "What's your name? I'm Charlie. And… if you don't mind me saying, you don't seem like you belong here. But.. but I can help! We can help, that is. Me and the others at the Hazbin Hotel! Come on, follow me and we can figure it out, okay?"
As they left the alley, Charlie couldn't help but glance at the man again, wondering what had brought him to this place.
--
Lilium hummed softly to herself, the tune light and whimsical, as she twirled a strand of her long, silvery hair around her finger. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the cracked streets of Hell, a sound that seemed to echo in the eerie silence of the dimly lit alleys. Things had changed drastically since Adam's fall. The chaos had shifted into something more... unrestrained, and for Lilium, it was utterly intoxicating.
Life in Hell had always been a carnival of torment and absurdity, but now, it was as though the demons felt invincible. Their victory over Heaven had made them reckless, their caution abandoned in the wake of their triumph. For Lilium, this was nothing short of a gift.
Blood was easier to find, easier to drain. Easier to savor.
She licked her lips at the thought, a smirk curling her red-painted mouth. The intoxicating rush of power she felt coursing through her veins after each feeding was unparalleled. It was as though she could crush the entire underworld beneath her heel if she desired.
As she strolled along, a piercing scream shattered the stillness. Lilium's silver eyes flicked in the direction of the sound, her lips parting in a delighted gasp. "Oh, how delightful," she murmured, her steps quickening.
Turning a corner, she found the source of the commotion. A woman cowered against the side of a crumbling building, tears streaking her soot-stained face as a towering, brutish demon loomed over her. He sneered, his jagged teeth glinting in the faint glow of the streetlamps.
Lilium tilted her head, observing the scene with detached amusement. It wasn't an uncommon sight- Hell wasn't exactly known for chivalry. But something about the way the demon towered over the woman, his cruel laughter echoing in the air, made her chest tighten. A flicker of something old, something human, stirred within her.
"How unfortunate for you," Lilium said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she stepped forward.
The demon turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her. At first, he looked annoyed, but that expression quickly melted into fear. The corners of Lilium's mouth quirked up into a sweet, saccharine smile, but her gaze was anything but kind.
"Now, now," she cooed, her tone almost playful, "there's no need for such hostility. But..." Her smile widened, revealing a glint of fang. "I'm feeling rather parched."
Before the demon could react, Lilium was on him, her movements a blur. Her fangs sank into his neck, and his scream was cut short. His blood was bitter, tainted with cruelty and despair, but she drank deeply nonetheless. The woman fled, her frantic footsteps fading into the distance, but Lilium barely noticed.
When she was finished, she let the lifeless body crumple to the ground, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand. "Weak," she muttered with disdain, stepping over the corpse as though it were little more than trash.
The night air felt cooler as she made her way back to the Hazbin Hotel, her appetite sated for the moment.
Inside, the hotel was its usual chaotic self, the mismatched décor somehow managing to be both gaudy and charming. Lilium lounged elegantly on one of the plush couches, crossing her legs as she leaned back. She wasn't one for idle chatter, but her attention snapped to the door when a familiar figure entered.
The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, strode in, his ever-present grin as unnerving as it was captivating. Lilium's lips curved into a smile that matched his in sweetness, though hers was far more genuine.
"Alastor~," she sang, her voice dripping with honeyed delight. "What a pleasure. And what are you up to today?"
Her tone was casual, but her gaze lingered on him, studying every twitch of his smile, every shift in his stance. Alastor was a puzzle she couldn't help but want to unravel. Dangerous, enigmatic, and oh, so intriguing.
Above is a writing sample from an RP I started recently. I can write around 1000 words per side pretty easily, but usually I will write more for you and less for my OC. I can also easily adjust this number to make us both comfortable, so don't worry about trying to match me. 500 words per side is also fine! Or a bit less, but usually my minimum is like 400-500 words.
I think that's everything. If you find any of this interesting, let me know.