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Phantom Bones
Resident (Evil) bi metalhead
- Joined
- Sep 29, 2024
- Location
- South Of Heaven
If this post is still up, that means I'm either still searching or I'm too lazy to delete this post out of shame (I'll let you be the one to figure out what it means), so feel free to DM me if you've read it all (or don't. I don't give a shit. I'm not your dad... yet).
Greetings and mischievous intentions, demons, degenerates, goblins, gremlins, ghosts, and ghouls of all kind, it's me, ya boy, Bones (or Phantom, or Bat, if you'd like to call me that. I'm a man... bat... phantom... skeleton... creature... thing of many names and a jackass of all trades). What can I do for ya, pal, chum, buddy, bud, friendo, amigo, brother, pal, other word for person I slightly (probably, probably not) tolerate more than the average person? I've been roleplaying for about six or seven (give or take) years. Now, enough foreplay. Let's do some repenting, shall we?
**In a world where the supernatural meets the mortal plane, a human gets persuaded by his obnoxious friend to go to a strip club. In this club, he unknowingly crosses paths with the owner. The owner, however, is a demon, and a powerful and ancient one, at that, specifically a demon of lust. They aren't just any ordinary succubus or incubus that fucked anything that walked on two legs, though. They're *the* embodiment of lust, a physical manifestation of mankind's sinful desires. They could be anything their prey's sick, sinful heart desired, but they chose to present themselves as a slender, feminine-looking man with curves in all the right places that could make even the most heterosexual man drop to their knees and drool at his feet, even if it meant the death of them. Any man worth his fragile heterosexuality would be a fool to resist this wicked temptress. He had unparalleled class, an irresistable, an insatiable need for lust, a flirtatious attitude that he simply cannot contain, seductive charm, a body that was craved by any man that laid eyes on it, and raw, unmatched sex appeal. He was a deceitful, manipulative, promiscuous, man-eating, conniving, depraved, lecherous, lustful being that was insatiable in his need to feed, and prided himself on his otherworldly feminine charm and used his sinful powers to his advantage, or, at least, he used to be.**
**Because of an agreement made by the humans and demons that prohibited humans and demons from hurting or killing each other, he had to change his ways. He had to go from a man-eating, merciless hunter that lured men to his bedroom to make his hopeless victims' final moments full of ecstacy and pleasure through passion before ripping them to shreds to a mere nightclub owner. He didn't mind it, however, since he was still allowed to be as flirty, lustful, and engage in as much depraved sexual activity as he pleased and run a strip club without the threat of divine intervention lingering over their head, much to the dismay of religious zealots and the few angels that frequented the club on their off hours when they got sick of pretending to be symbols of holiness and virtue, so long as he promised not to harm anyone.**
**The fresh, new human that he encountered and set their sights on had an aura and demeanor that felt... off. Strange, even. The demon couldn't resist him, though, much like how mankind couldn't resist *them.* He was a tall glass of water for this demon to drink every last drop from. He had long, dark hair that was almost as black as the night the tempting devil relished in, blue eyes that were as pure as the ocean, and a gaze that was piercing, cold, and uninviting, which, to anyone with common sense, would be a sign that he wanted to be left alone and was not someone to be messed with, but that wouldn't stop the extroverted, social, sophisticated, flamboyant, flirtatious demon from working his dark magic, because he always eventually got what she wanted in the end, and he welcomed this challenge... and not just with open arms. The challenge he presented invigorated the repressed predatory feeling deep inside of him, bringing out that hungry carnivore that he had to lock away for the sake of being able to run a business, just without the part where he brutally eviscerated his prey at the end of the hunt. He was known for his tenacity and relentlessness when it came to tougher prey like him, and there was no way he would stop until he had him in his grip.**
**He had a cold and mysterious attitude that was more alluring to him than he could ever hope to be. He could easily crush him, if he wanted to, for rejecting his advances, just like he did to anyone else who dared to reject him. He always got what he wanted, and those who didn't give him what he wanted got ripped apart, but this human... whatever he was... fascinated him. He was a breath of fresh air from his usual customers, who were too horny to focus on anything that didn't involve sex or harassing his precious boys, which he was protective and nurturing over. Normally, men would fall head-over-heels just from the sight of the femboy-fatale, but he seemed immune. By nature, the demon wanted to get his claws on anything and anyone his lustful gaze fell upon, and it was no different with this tall, dark-haired human that had an enigmatic personality and seemed to resist any and all advances from the demon, whether it was his flirting, body language, or use of magic powers. Normally, he would brutally slaughter any man who didn't give him the attention and affection he desperately wanted, but something about this human drew him to him. Perhaps it was because of how bold he was to reject his advances, or maybe there was something lurking beneath the surface, a dark secret that he desperately wanted to hide, a secret to his mythical allure. Whatever it was, it made him want him all to himself.**
**He appeared to be human, but there weren't any outstanding traits about him that suggested that he was anything but human, nor did he have any of the telltale signs of a demon disguised as a human, so what was he? What could he possibly be? He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something about him felt familiar, though, as if he were someone or some*thing* from his past. He had never wanted a single human this bad. Most humans he met were fools who were too eager to join him in the bedroom, and were nothing more than cheap thrills, treated like mere tools for instant satisfaction and temporary pleasure, rather than people he cared for and actually had a *burning* desire for. He never thought, in the countless centuries he made men fall to their knees, that he would see the day where he learned how it felt to *want* someone rather than be the one *being* wanted. He had to figure out the mystery of this human, and what made him so desirable. No matter what, the demon would not relent until he has him all to himself. After all, the king of lust always eventually got what he wanted in the end.**
TL;DR for those of you who are severely allergic to reading (if you have a reading allergy, please click off of this post for your own safety. I may be a devil-worshipping HEATHEN, but I'm not a monster) -- Dude gets convinced to go to a strip club and the demonic owner of the strip club starts hitting on him when he notices that he's "not like the other boys
" and his charms don't work on him, so he wants to see what makes him tick/what it will take to break down his walls and how he can win his affection.
• My kinks are oral (receiving), shower sex, teasing/dirty talk, height/size difference (especially when there's a very short (no pun intended) difference between two characters), light harm (biting, scratching, hickeys), anthro (kinda. It's one of thkse kinks that falls within a gray area for me. I don't actively seek it out, but I'm not opposed to it like most other people are. I'll admit it, I like to jack off to furry porn. What? Love 'em or hate 'em, they make some hot stuff), long tongues (I love the kind of man who can lick my ass), cuddling after sex (wholesome kinks are seriously underrated as fuck. I will never understand people's fascination with cucking, cheating, noncon, and rape plots. Why are people so obsessed with this when it can really destroy lives and cause people to hurt themselves? It's really fucked up, once you think about it), kissing, handholding (oh, the horror! The depravity! Won't someone think of the children?!), and, uhhh, yeah, that's about it. Yeah, go ahead and sue me for being a metalhead who isn't into the most disgusting, dark, illegal kinks. Just because I listen to violent music and play violent video games doesn't mean I should be into dark kinks.
• My limits are snuff, zoophilia/bestiality, cucking, cheating, rape, noncon, pregnancy (doesn't matter if it's male pregnancy or regular pregnancy. I don't like kids. Plus, I don't even want to think about the biological fuckery that goes on with male pregnancy), gore, vore, ugly bastard, EXTREME age gaps (like, we're talking a guy who's barely in his twenties getting with an old man. That's just nasty), racism/homophobia/sexism, raceplay, filth/musk (just because our characters get dirty in the bedroom doesn't mean THEY should be dirty themselves, you know what I mean?), abuse, kidnapping, people who aren't into heavy metal (if you're not into metal... YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND!), and people who didn't read the plot (ESPECIALLY people who didn't read the plot. You know who are).
• My timezone is Eastern Daylight Time. I'm usually pretty fairly active (I'm free on weekends), so I respond quickly, but if I don't, it's because I'm asleep, dealing with an angry Karen, or busy (or I intentionally ignored you because your response was creepy, confusing, lame as fuck, or you only DMed me to say that you're not interested in the plot, but thought I was funny or just want to tell me to change the plot (why are you even DMing me, then?). I have a habit of apologizing for late responses. I'm usually at my most active at night (no, I'm not a vampire. I just hate the morning. What the FUCK is a healthy sleep schedule?).
• I DESPISE AI. No matter what shape or form it comes in, whether it's art (if you can even call the absolute slop that it pumps out "art") or being used to generate roleplay responses (yeah, apparently, people use AI for roleplaying. That takes away the creativity and humanity from this hobby that I have a love/hate situationship with), I will always loathe AI. I firmly believe that Idiocracy, They Live, and I, Robot were documentaries that were way ahead of their time that we didn't listen to. I prefer drawn refs when it comes to reference pictures (I usually get mine from Rule 34 or by typing "hot shirtless anime men with black hair" and "sexy demon hentai" in Google and forever cursing my Google search history with hentai and edgy men with no shirts on because I have the artistic talent of a demented kindergartener with a violent and evil imaginary best friend, but it would be a bonus if you're an artist and a roleplayer. It's not required, but it is a bonus). Anyway, AI bad, me no like AI. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. You came here to roleplay with me (or not), not listen to an edgy twenty-year-old dumbass who has no idea what he's talking about have an "old man yells at the sky" moment.
• I write in third-person and past tense only. First-person just freaks me out. It doesn't feel like we're roleplaying as characters that we created. It feels more like we're roleplaying as our *real* selves instead of silly characters we made up in our heads, and that makes me uncomfortable, especially after reading some of the creepy encounters that some people have when it comes to people who roleplay in first person.
• My literacy is flexible. It can vary depending on how much you give me to work with and if I'm feeling a sudden creative rush. As long as you put in effort, I'll put in effort. I do fall under the literate and advanced-literate side of the spectrum, though. However, it's okay to write a paragraph or two when it's just our characters are talking or doing everyday things. Just write more than a sentence or some wimpy shit like "*shakes my ass and blows up the White House cutely until you notice me senpai UwU.*" (I'm not gonna lie, the embarrassment I got from writing that is unreal. Excuse me while I purify my eyes with bleach and give my brain a stern talking-to about why it should never make my poor, poor hands write such blasphemy ever again). Give me something to work with, damn it! I want details!
• I LOVE to talk OOC! Don't be afraid to talk to me to plan future plot-points, or even just joke around about our characters, geek out over their dynamic, send me memes, art, make playlists for our characters, anything. I'd love to get all excited and talk with another roleplayer about the roleplay, our characters, etc. Also, communicate with me about decisions that I've made that you don't like. I'll be more than happy to delete my original reply and fix it for you.
• I'm 20 years old, soon to be 21 this year (spooky birthday boy here!), so I expect my partners and their characters to be 18+.
Now, enough about me. I'd ask about you, but let's save that for when you DM me *(if* you DM me, that is). Let's set some ground rules and make some things clear. We're getting to the not-so-fun stuff that'll make you grab your pitchforks and torches and raid my house like I'm Victor Frankenstein and just created a monster.
• Listen, I'm all for writing some spicy scenes and dirty talk (at least, later on in the roleplay. The spicy scenes, I mean), but I'm not trying to get my character or your character out of their clothes as soon as we start roleplaying. I want character development and an actual relationship between our characters to blossom (with some sexual elements/themes involved, of course), not just mindless, back-to-back sex scenes. There's a difference between ERP and just wanting to beat your meat or slappin' your salmon to some words on a screen (hey, that rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it). If I wanted plots with as much substance as a bag of Lays, I would just jerk off or watch porn/hentai.
• Put effort into your introduction. If you have as much energy as a sloth and can't be bothered to tell me what you want and put in your own input and ideas and want to make trying to plan a roleplay with you feel like a chore, then there's an extremely high chance that I'll ignore you and block you and extremely low chance that I'll want to roleplay with you. Like, come on, man, no one's gonna wanna roleplay with someone who just casually says, "Hi," "Okay," or "Yeah" every time they try their best to communicate, while the other person does doesn't even try to give any ideas. It's like getting assigned a group project, but you're the only one in your group that gives half a flying fuck about getting a good/decent grade, while everyone else is just on their phones and not even doing the bare minimum to contribute. You're a human being, not a fucking robot. Don't give me that NPC energy. Sorry for the rant. Just put in effort.
• Literate or higher. I'm not asking for a professional author or anything (but that would be a bonus), but please just give me something to work with. Like I said in one of my previous paragraphs, it's okay to write less if our characters aren't doing anything that important.
• For the love of all that is metal and unholy, **don't ghost me!** I never thought I'd have to add this rule, but so many of my partners that responded to my previous ads DMed me, saying they were interested, and then they just disappear without a trace and I end up getting more ghosts than a Spirit Halloween store, as if to promise me gold and then flip me off and tell me to go fuck myself. I get that work/life can throw curveballs and get in the way, but for the love of Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, if you *know* you're gonna be busy for weeks or possibly months, either don't DM me and only do it when you have the time to do so or let me know in advance instead of just disappearing into oblivion without giving me so much as a heads-up and leaving me wondering what the hell I did wrong. Just be an adult and tell me if we're not gonna work out instead of leaving me in the dark to wonder if there's something wrong with me or the universe just hates me in particular.
• Have good grammar and punctuation. I'm trying to roleplay with you, not pop a blood vessel while using my one functional braincell to figure out what the hell you're trying to say. I understand that some people have ADHD, dyslexia, or some other learning disability that affects the way they read and write, and some people don't speak English as their first language, so I'm way more forgiving in those cases. I totally understand that! People can't control the way they were born, and English is a hard language to learn. I'm referring to people who have HORRIFIC grammar, HORRENDOUS reading comprehension (which is ironic, considering they decided to join the one hobby that requires you to read and write), and INCOMPREHENSIBLE spelling that would give an English teacher a heart attack, yet they speak English as their first language and DON'T have any sort of learning disability.
• CONTRIBUTE! PROVIDE YOUR OWN IDEAS! Don't make me come up with all the ideas while you just sit there and say, "Okay" to everything. Tell me what you want to include. If I wanted to be the one calling all the shots, I wouldn't even be here, now, would I? I would be writing the next shitty YA romance novel with bisexual angels, flamboyant mafia demons, and demonic strip club owners if my silly ass wasn't hopelessly addicted to constantly trying (and failing miserably) to maintain a single roleplay for more than a few days. Don't make me do all the progression while you just twiddle your thumbs and reply to what my character is saying instead of moving the story forward. You're supposed to play your own character. Write the actions you think they would do, decisions they would make, things that they're feeling/thinking, etc. Roleplaying is a two-player game. I can't be the only one moving things along while you twiddle your thumbs and do nothing. Give me something to work with! I can't get any enjoyment out of a roleplay where I'm the only enthusiastic one, and all my partner has to say is "yeah" and "okay." It's boring! Give me engagement! Give me fuel, give me fire, give me the details I desire!
I highly doubt that anyone's ever gonna see or read this long-ass rant of a post and respond to it, but, hey, it's worth a shot (even if it's a long one) Hopefully, that plot made sense (it probably didn't, but nothing makes sense in this crazy world
). Having that being said, if you've read up to this point and you're interested, send me a chat and include your favorite candy in your message (I fucking love Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I'll eat Reese's anything, really. Doesn't matter if it's Pieces, Puffs, or even those holiday-themed ones (you know, the ones that are shaped like Easter eggs or pumpkins. I also like Butterfingers, Hershey's Cookies 'N' Cream, Nestle Crunch, candy corn (I never understood the hate for candy corn. I think they're pretty good. They're THE candy you think of when Halloween is right around the corner), Swedish Fish, and Sour Patch Kids. They're all really good, but Reese's is and always will be my number one). Reese's are my JAM).
Greetings and mischievous intentions, demons, degenerates, goblins, gremlins, ghosts, and ghouls of all kind, it's me, ya boy, Bones (or Phantom, or Bat, if you'd like to call me that. I'm a man... bat... phantom... skeleton... creature... thing of many names and a jackass of all trades). What can I do for ya, pal, chum, buddy, bud, friendo, amigo, brother, pal, other word for person I slightly (probably, probably not) tolerate more than the average person? I've been roleplaying for about six or seven (give or take) years. Now, enough foreplay. Let's do some repenting, shall we?
**In a world where the supernatural meets the mortal plane, a human gets persuaded by his obnoxious friend to go to a strip club. In this club, he unknowingly crosses paths with the owner. The owner, however, is a demon, and a powerful and ancient one, at that, specifically a demon of lust. They aren't just any ordinary succubus or incubus that fucked anything that walked on two legs, though. They're *the* embodiment of lust, a physical manifestation of mankind's sinful desires. They could be anything their prey's sick, sinful heart desired, but they chose to present themselves as a slender, feminine-looking man with curves in all the right places that could make even the most heterosexual man drop to their knees and drool at his feet, even if it meant the death of them. Any man worth his fragile heterosexuality would be a fool to resist this wicked temptress. He had unparalleled class, an irresistable, an insatiable need for lust, a flirtatious attitude that he simply cannot contain, seductive charm, a body that was craved by any man that laid eyes on it, and raw, unmatched sex appeal. He was a deceitful, manipulative, promiscuous, man-eating, conniving, depraved, lecherous, lustful being that was insatiable in his need to feed, and prided himself on his otherworldly feminine charm and used his sinful powers to his advantage, or, at least, he used to be.**
**Because of an agreement made by the humans and demons that prohibited humans and demons from hurting or killing each other, he had to change his ways. He had to go from a man-eating, merciless hunter that lured men to his bedroom to make his hopeless victims' final moments full of ecstacy and pleasure through passion before ripping them to shreds to a mere nightclub owner. He didn't mind it, however, since he was still allowed to be as flirty, lustful, and engage in as much depraved sexual activity as he pleased and run a strip club without the threat of divine intervention lingering over their head, much to the dismay of religious zealots and the few angels that frequented the club on their off hours when they got sick of pretending to be symbols of holiness and virtue, so long as he promised not to harm anyone.**
**The fresh, new human that he encountered and set their sights on had an aura and demeanor that felt... off. Strange, even. The demon couldn't resist him, though, much like how mankind couldn't resist *them.* He was a tall glass of water for this demon to drink every last drop from. He had long, dark hair that was almost as black as the night the tempting devil relished in, blue eyes that were as pure as the ocean, and a gaze that was piercing, cold, and uninviting, which, to anyone with common sense, would be a sign that he wanted to be left alone and was not someone to be messed with, but that wouldn't stop the extroverted, social, sophisticated, flamboyant, flirtatious demon from working his dark magic, because he always eventually got what she wanted in the end, and he welcomed this challenge... and not just with open arms. The challenge he presented invigorated the repressed predatory feeling deep inside of him, bringing out that hungry carnivore that he had to lock away for the sake of being able to run a business, just without the part where he brutally eviscerated his prey at the end of the hunt. He was known for his tenacity and relentlessness when it came to tougher prey like him, and there was no way he would stop until he had him in his grip.**
**He had a cold and mysterious attitude that was more alluring to him than he could ever hope to be. He could easily crush him, if he wanted to, for rejecting his advances, just like he did to anyone else who dared to reject him. He always got what he wanted, and those who didn't give him what he wanted got ripped apart, but this human... whatever he was... fascinated him. He was a breath of fresh air from his usual customers, who were too horny to focus on anything that didn't involve sex or harassing his precious boys, which he was protective and nurturing over. Normally, men would fall head-over-heels just from the sight of the femboy-fatale, but he seemed immune. By nature, the demon wanted to get his claws on anything and anyone his lustful gaze fell upon, and it was no different with this tall, dark-haired human that had an enigmatic personality and seemed to resist any and all advances from the demon, whether it was his flirting, body language, or use of magic powers. Normally, he would brutally slaughter any man who didn't give him the attention and affection he desperately wanted, but something about this human drew him to him. Perhaps it was because of how bold he was to reject his advances, or maybe there was something lurking beneath the surface, a dark secret that he desperately wanted to hide, a secret to his mythical allure. Whatever it was, it made him want him all to himself.**
**He appeared to be human, but there weren't any outstanding traits about him that suggested that he was anything but human, nor did he have any of the telltale signs of a demon disguised as a human, so what was he? What could he possibly be? He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something about him felt familiar, though, as if he were someone or some*thing* from his past. He had never wanted a single human this bad. Most humans he met were fools who were too eager to join him in the bedroom, and were nothing more than cheap thrills, treated like mere tools for instant satisfaction and temporary pleasure, rather than people he cared for and actually had a *burning* desire for. He never thought, in the countless centuries he made men fall to their knees, that he would see the day where he learned how it felt to *want* someone rather than be the one *being* wanted. He had to figure out the mystery of this human, and what made him so desirable. No matter what, the demon would not relent until he has him all to himself. After all, the king of lust always eventually got what he wanted in the end.**
TL;DR for those of you who are severely allergic to reading (if you have a reading allergy, please click off of this post for your own safety. I may be a devil-worshipping HEATHEN, but I'm not a monster) -- Dude gets convinced to go to a strip club and the demonic owner of the strip club starts hitting on him when he notices that he's "not like the other boys
" and his charms don't work on him, so he wants to see what makes him tick/what it will take to break down his walls and how he can win his affection.• My kinks are oral (receiving), shower sex, teasing/dirty talk, height/size difference (especially when there's a very short (no pun intended) difference between two characters), light harm (biting, scratching, hickeys), anthro (kinda. It's one of thkse kinks that falls within a gray area for me. I don't actively seek it out, but I'm not opposed to it like most other people are. I'll admit it, I like to jack off to furry porn. What? Love 'em or hate 'em, they make some hot stuff), long tongues (I love the kind of man who can lick my ass), cuddling after sex (wholesome kinks are seriously underrated as fuck. I will never understand people's fascination with cucking, cheating, noncon, and rape plots. Why are people so obsessed with this when it can really destroy lives and cause people to hurt themselves? It's really fucked up, once you think about it), kissing, handholding (oh, the horror! The depravity! Won't someone think of the children?!), and, uhhh, yeah, that's about it. Yeah, go ahead and sue me for being a metalhead who isn't into the most disgusting, dark, illegal kinks. Just because I listen to violent music and play violent video games doesn't mean I should be into dark kinks.
• My limits are snuff, zoophilia/bestiality, cucking, cheating, rape, noncon, pregnancy (doesn't matter if it's male pregnancy or regular pregnancy. I don't like kids. Plus, I don't even want to think about the biological fuckery that goes on with male pregnancy), gore, vore, ugly bastard, EXTREME age gaps (like, we're talking a guy who's barely in his twenties getting with an old man. That's just nasty), racism/homophobia/sexism, raceplay, filth/musk (just because our characters get dirty in the bedroom doesn't mean THEY should be dirty themselves, you know what I mean?), abuse, kidnapping, people who aren't into heavy metal (if you're not into metal... YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND!), and people who didn't read the plot (ESPECIALLY people who didn't read the plot. You know who are).
• My timezone is Eastern Daylight Time. I'm usually pretty fairly active (I'm free on weekends), so I respond quickly, but if I don't, it's because I'm asleep, dealing with an angry Karen, or busy (or I intentionally ignored you because your response was creepy, confusing, lame as fuck, or you only DMed me to say that you're not interested in the plot, but thought I was funny or just want to tell me to change the plot (why are you even DMing me, then?). I have a habit of apologizing for late responses. I'm usually at my most active at night (no, I'm not a vampire. I just hate the morning. What the FUCK is a healthy sleep schedule?).
• I DESPISE AI. No matter what shape or form it comes in, whether it's art (if you can even call the absolute slop that it pumps out "art") or being used to generate roleplay responses (yeah, apparently, people use AI for roleplaying. That takes away the creativity and humanity from this hobby that I have a love/hate situationship with), I will always loathe AI. I firmly believe that Idiocracy, They Live, and I, Robot were documentaries that were way ahead of their time that we didn't listen to. I prefer drawn refs when it comes to reference pictures (I usually get mine from Rule 34 or by typing "hot shirtless anime men with black hair" and "sexy demon hentai" in Google and forever cursing my Google search history with hentai and edgy men with no shirts on because I have the artistic talent of a demented kindergartener with a violent and evil imaginary best friend, but it would be a bonus if you're an artist and a roleplayer. It's not required, but it is a bonus). Anyway, AI bad, me no like AI. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. You came here to roleplay with me (or not), not listen to an edgy twenty-year-old dumbass who has no idea what he's talking about have an "old man yells at the sky" moment.
• I write in third-person and past tense only. First-person just freaks me out. It doesn't feel like we're roleplaying as characters that we created. It feels more like we're roleplaying as our *real* selves instead of silly characters we made up in our heads, and that makes me uncomfortable, especially after reading some of the creepy encounters that some people have when it comes to people who roleplay in first person.
• My literacy is flexible. It can vary depending on how much you give me to work with and if I'm feeling a sudden creative rush. As long as you put in effort, I'll put in effort. I do fall under the literate and advanced-literate side of the spectrum, though. However, it's okay to write a paragraph or two when it's just our characters are talking or doing everyday things. Just write more than a sentence or some wimpy shit like "*shakes my ass and blows up the White House cutely until you notice me senpai UwU.*" (I'm not gonna lie, the embarrassment I got from writing that is unreal. Excuse me while I purify my eyes with bleach and give my brain a stern talking-to about why it should never make my poor, poor hands write such blasphemy ever again). Give me something to work with, damn it! I want details!
• I LOVE to talk OOC! Don't be afraid to talk to me to plan future plot-points, or even just joke around about our characters, geek out over their dynamic, send me memes, art, make playlists for our characters, anything. I'd love to get all excited and talk with another roleplayer about the roleplay, our characters, etc. Also, communicate with me about decisions that I've made that you don't like. I'll be more than happy to delete my original reply and fix it for you.
• I'm 20 years old, soon to be 21 this year (spooky birthday boy here!), so I expect my partners and their characters to be 18+.
Now, enough about me. I'd ask about you, but let's save that for when you DM me *(if* you DM me, that is). Let's set some ground rules and make some things clear. We're getting to the not-so-fun stuff that'll make you grab your pitchforks and torches and raid my house like I'm Victor Frankenstein and just created a monster.
• Listen, I'm all for writing some spicy scenes and dirty talk (at least, later on in the roleplay. The spicy scenes, I mean), but I'm not trying to get my character or your character out of their clothes as soon as we start roleplaying. I want character development and an actual relationship between our characters to blossom (with some sexual elements/themes involved, of course), not just mindless, back-to-back sex scenes. There's a difference between ERP and just wanting to beat your meat or slappin' your salmon to some words on a screen (hey, that rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it). If I wanted plots with as much substance as a bag of Lays, I would just jerk off or watch porn/hentai.
• Put effort into your introduction. If you have as much energy as a sloth and can't be bothered to tell me what you want and put in your own input and ideas and want to make trying to plan a roleplay with you feel like a chore, then there's an extremely high chance that I'll ignore you and block you and extremely low chance that I'll want to roleplay with you. Like, come on, man, no one's gonna wanna roleplay with someone who just casually says, "Hi," "Okay," or "Yeah" every time they try their best to communicate, while the other person does doesn't even try to give any ideas. It's like getting assigned a group project, but you're the only one in your group that gives half a flying fuck about getting a good/decent grade, while everyone else is just on their phones and not even doing the bare minimum to contribute. You're a human being, not a fucking robot. Don't give me that NPC energy. Sorry for the rant. Just put in effort.
• Literate or higher. I'm not asking for a professional author or anything (but that would be a bonus), but please just give me something to work with. Like I said in one of my previous paragraphs, it's okay to write less if our characters aren't doing anything that important.
• For the love of all that is metal and unholy, **don't ghost me!** I never thought I'd have to add this rule, but so many of my partners that responded to my previous ads DMed me, saying they were interested, and then they just disappear without a trace and I end up getting more ghosts than a Spirit Halloween store, as if to promise me gold and then flip me off and tell me to go fuck myself. I get that work/life can throw curveballs and get in the way, but for the love of Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, if you *know* you're gonna be busy for weeks or possibly months, either don't DM me and only do it when you have the time to do so or let me know in advance instead of just disappearing into oblivion without giving me so much as a heads-up and leaving me wondering what the hell I did wrong. Just be an adult and tell me if we're not gonna work out instead of leaving me in the dark to wonder if there's something wrong with me or the universe just hates me in particular.
• Have good grammar and punctuation. I'm trying to roleplay with you, not pop a blood vessel while using my one functional braincell to figure out what the hell you're trying to say. I understand that some people have ADHD, dyslexia, or some other learning disability that affects the way they read and write, and some people don't speak English as their first language, so I'm way more forgiving in those cases. I totally understand that! People can't control the way they were born, and English is a hard language to learn. I'm referring to people who have HORRIFIC grammar, HORRENDOUS reading comprehension (which is ironic, considering they decided to join the one hobby that requires you to read and write), and INCOMPREHENSIBLE spelling that would give an English teacher a heart attack, yet they speak English as their first language and DON'T have any sort of learning disability.
• CONTRIBUTE! PROVIDE YOUR OWN IDEAS! Don't make me come up with all the ideas while you just sit there and say, "Okay" to everything. Tell me what you want to include. If I wanted to be the one calling all the shots, I wouldn't even be here, now, would I? I would be writing the next shitty YA romance novel with bisexual angels, flamboyant mafia demons, and demonic strip club owners if my silly ass wasn't hopelessly addicted to constantly trying (and failing miserably) to maintain a single roleplay for more than a few days. Don't make me do all the progression while you just twiddle your thumbs and reply to what my character is saying instead of moving the story forward. You're supposed to play your own character. Write the actions you think they would do, decisions they would make, things that they're feeling/thinking, etc. Roleplaying is a two-player game. I can't be the only one moving things along while you twiddle your thumbs and do nothing. Give me something to work with! I can't get any enjoyment out of a roleplay where I'm the only enthusiastic one, and all my partner has to say is "yeah" and "okay." It's boring! Give me engagement! Give me fuel, give me fire, give me the details I desire!
I highly doubt that anyone's ever gonna see or read this long-ass rant of a post and respond to it, but, hey, it's worth a shot (even if it's a long one) Hopefully, that plot made sense (it probably didn't, but nothing makes sense in this crazy world
). Having that being said, if you've read up to this point and you're interested, send me a chat and include your favorite candy in your message (I fucking love Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I'll eat Reese's anything, really. Doesn't matter if it's Pieces, Puffs, or even those holiday-themed ones (you know, the ones that are shaped like Easter eggs or pumpkins. I also like Butterfingers, Hershey's Cookies 'N' Cream, Nestle Crunch, candy corn (I never understood the hate for candy corn. I think they're pretty good. They're THE candy you think of when Halloween is right around the corner), Swedish Fish, and Sour Patch Kids. They're all really good, but Reese's is and always will be my number one). Reese's are my JAM).
