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RedRose

Supernova
Joined
Aug 30, 2014
Selectively looking, for a good reliable writer!

Hello!
This is my very own list! I will try to keep it short and sweet and failed :)

These days I am very much into MMF, so ask. Also anything in my sig. And NOT: bad things happening to kids, poo/pee/pet, nor "ow" drama - no other woman, no pesky ex, no your character wanting another woman. If you want him to be attracted to someone else, let it be a man. In any case he must at least be physically attracted to mine.

as an introduction, I require a pm to let me know if away, and enough consideration not to say "I was away" when you were posting left and right - I'll prefer the Truth :) I'm back from holidays and seriously looking to replace ghosts lol

*First, mistakes happen but please let it be readable. I’m not spelling obsessed and English is not my first language though ;)
I don't demand a certain length (though a short first post followed by shorter and shorter is a red flag), we'll adapt and see whatever suits us. But if you keep sending one liners to my paragraphs, or if you can't establish a setting and just jump into smut, or if you can't send me a quick pm to tell me you're busy... I won't be very motivated. While length should be appropriate to the particular scene, if your posts are always shorter than mine, I may wonder if you are motivated. I'm primarily looking for someone (any gender) who wants to write! Story, background, details and surroundings to create an atmosphere or build on later. One message can be 3 lines and the following 3 pages (expect neither regularly), if that's what the story asks for. But please, no text speak, let's develop characters and relationships, and not just rush to smut. Just so it's clear, please no fade-to-black, either.

I am really trying to offer posts with some length and content, and unfortunately I find it hard to keep replying like this when I always get much smaller posts in return... It kills my inspiration and I end up not liking what I post either... Not that I need a novella, but I'm sorry, this won't work unless you can work on it?

**If we both go for a faster rhythm over time because that's what suits our story- all good! On the other hand if you expect me to write a novel (or even a short story ;) ) for every single post then it's just not something I can keep up with. I take RPing seriously, I just finished off a story dating back to 2016, I do research and try to keep things socially, historically and fandomly accurate (for that kind of stories) but still real life comes first. There is a thing called 'manners' though, if you cannot reply within a week, tell me so. I appreciate being told if you usually send daily and there is a change.

***I would really appreciate at least 2 posts a week as an average. This is a guideline especially for the right writer. Huge, researched or complex posts can take longer so for those 1 is fine. PMs or Google docs or Emails, now opened to threads despite drama!. I've just downloaded discord but this isn't happening until we're friends and I'm not typing down posts on that. Sometimes life happens... just tell me your schedule for that month and it will be ok, but I am one for a faster speed or I just lose interest. Don't come into the game expecting it's ok to just not respect this. Of course I will do the same or more, I can often post daily but not necessarily reply so, especially for those long posts. I'm sorry to have to make this a precise requirement! But sometimes it's just Too. Long! If I am contacting you about your own plot, it means I'm ok with your stated speed. I RP with anyone fitting the aforementioned, males, females and goats, as long as they write a convincing male :) TL;DR: One to two posts a week a must, please don't contact me if you plan on posting twice a month. If you disappear and won't reply to pms, I will find someone else though I shall miss our RP ;)

****I know that I come off as a strong personality, which I think I am. But I have no interest in submissive or meek men. I develop this point under but basically, please only equals or stronger personalities as characters. This doesn't mean no vulnerability, I love characters with feelings.

If you want to do something Shadow and bones (Darkmalina, Darklina), WWII, Troy/Achilles, Hux or Krennic, Homeland, the Americans, Troy/Achilles, something Victorian or Georgian arranged/forced marriage, 1920's-1950's mafia, Star Wars you have top priority. High priority for something in the worlds of (no order) Jamestown, Legend of the Seeker/Sword of Truth, Banished, The Walking Dead, Handmaid's Tale, Stargate SG-1, Harry Potter, Léon/The Professional. I have a plot for some of them, others not.

for interesting gifs, search LOOK AT ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL GIFS on the first page of this thread
for men I find good look, search LOOK AT ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKING GUYS on the first page of this thread
for cravings, search LOOK AT ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL INSPOS and LOOK AT ALL THOSE VIDS on the THIRD page.
Sadly the cap on pictures prevents me from offering a collection like on Elliquiy.

Curious, aren't you?
So you can call me RedRose, or Rose (or Red? ;) ). Rose is not my name but it's not too far either. I'm a girl who loves to RP. I roleplay since I am 15 or so unless you're counting the kind of natural RP all kids do, in all kinds of settings. So if you have an idea that sounds like something I could enjoy, really, just ask! I live in Europe (French RP?!) and I am not my character(s). I am not Abigail, Adelind, Adina, Aia, Cassie, Emma, Ginny, Irina, Julie, Matilda, Mélanie, Rachel, Samantha, Sansa or even really Rose #psycho... On that topic, my main characters are always females, 99,99% human, probably somewhere in between 16 and 36 - not that I would refuse a great RP where I write an older character, but it could be more difficult to relate to something really out of my realm. I also happen to think I write terrible male main characters. My characters are heterosexual, as am I. They can be teens or long-married women, onlies or one of many, virgins or escorts, damsels in distress or hitwomen, heroines or villainesses (caveat: neither will be 100% and stereotypical). Most of the time, they are somewhere in between unless the plot calls for that. They live anywhere from a Southern plantation to a space ship. If you want to check what type of character I write, just look at the plots and pics and at my RP history alllll the way down. While I do enjoy writing and I guess, playing opposite a certain type of character, the most important for me is that they fit the setting, physically and mentally. I write with everyone, but anything romantic or sexual is only happening between my female character and your male character (some"]Login"]Login[/URL]"]Login[/URL] guys I find good looking[/URL]) actually branching out with minor male characters being involved with men or women is a possibility if I know you well:)
Finally... I find that I will adapt to what you give me... I used to think it was lame, but really, I see it happening. I can't write long detailed passionate posts, or reply quickly, to someone who sends two lines once a week. But if you are invested and very into our RP, then so will I.

What my co-writers have said 1 2 3 4 3 5 6 7 (there used to be more testimonies and I don't know what happened)

Some ideas in no particular order: (except cravings are in bold - please check my various threads for more details and pics)

Something in Français!
Dedra Meero and Syril Karn, or Syril Karn and M
Captive muse...
Lord and Dame Vaako
Achilles and Patroclus...
Director Krennic and Jyn Erso, love hate corruption (MF and MM with Galen but no incest) OR Tarkin and Leia
Alina and Aleksander (Shadow and Bone) (MMF with Mal)
Nazi officer x Jewish girl (WW2 request thread)
Arranged/Forced Marriage somewhere in between Renaissance and Victorian
Handmaid's tale
Stargate SG-1 with a PLOT
Crime boss and lawyer with a past/revenge
Dictator x Hitwoman
Léon/The Professional 10 years later
darker, modern, realistic RP
Roman general x Gaul princess (request thread)
Prohibition Mob boss x Rival mob boss’ daughter/wife (Film noir request thread) (MMF with the two men?)
Detective and widow…
Imposter/Conman and target's niece
Prison/Nikita
Tom Riddle's Diary and Ginny - Harry Potter
Walking Dead Governor type x Wife or Daughter of rival town governor (TWD request thread)
Wounded enemy officer or sniper x military nurse (he wants to get away, she wants information and/or preventing other victims?? historical or modern or sci-fi, many possible settings)
Enemy officer or Intelligence service type x female Spy (cold war, WW2, sci fi, modern? convince me with a great plot)
Not-so-moral Private Eye x High Class Prostitute / Escort (maybe her client’s wife sent him to investigate - convince me with a great plot, film noir, modern or sci fi)
English officer x American rebel’s daughter/wife (American Revolution request thread)
Mob boss x Undercover female cop
Crooked Cop x Prostitute / Happy Ending Masseuse (the wrong client? knew of his bad rep and hoped to avoid him forever?)
Lawyer or Broker or Businessman x Stripper or lap dancer


I believe in second chances!! And maybe more - but not to those who contact me to push their plot and disappear on me. I set the NO gracias diNO on them.
And now... My Ons and Offs! They're written down for a reason, do read them and avoid losing time if we're not compatible.... Most of them are really common sense and easy to deal with but too many pms obviously come from people who didn't read! I'm making it reaaaally easy for you here, guys!

YES

knowing where it's going (a general story arc so the RP doesn't peter out, not every single detail!)
some info and a pic of the main characters, or of yours only if you don't want to see one, doesn't mean you need to post pics of everything under the sun but one character pic? girls too are visual ;)
vocabulary roughly fitting the era/fandom (see above - also about character's thoughts or point of view... I don't write the 20169 teen and the 1016 queen the same)
enthusiasm, inspiration and creativity (if it becomes a chore, let's change something or stop, and let the other know what you want)
seduction (seducing and being seduced), with or without resistance, but always desire both ways
being pursued romantically, or less than romantically, or a mix - depends on plot
feeling desired by the MC (not necessarily romantic, love/hate and lust/disdain work)
power play
flirting, teasing, wit, good dialogue
passion, attraction, kissing and all that jazz
sexual tension, build up, flirty words, (not so innocent) touches, hot glances
good looking, intelligent characters who know what they want
realistic building of attraction/relationship
gentlemen and bad boys, the mix is irresistible ;)
English or French please! (foreign words totally ok when it's such a historical RP, and if you can RP in French I'll love you forever)
fine spelling (mistakes happen!)
realism as opposed to anime world (the Victorian dandy doesn't say yolo, the hitman and the male ballet dancer don't express themselves the same way or have similar interests)
realism "within the fandom"
characters with self control (and when they lose it - see sexual tension)
a little subtlety goes a long way... (this does NOT mean fade to black or that aforementioned teen will be speaking like Shakespeare)
details, character's thoughts, why does s/he do that? the psychological side is a must!
attention to detail and hooks left by your partner
long term stories, hate smutty one shots
manly men and boyish boys? sorry for stereotyping, but I can't handle a guy who cries more than I do (emotions exist though)
(non stereotypical) heroes, antiheroes and villains (spineless characters need not apply)
co-writers who tell me what they expect and what they like. I don't read minds. The more plotting/feedback the better
my character can tend to test limits... sometimes she'll get away with it, sometimes not , and don't feel like she always has to!


YES when it makes sense
manipulation, corruption, mind games... both ways! lies, uncertainty, danger! I like this from characters as much as I hate it from partners.
cheating
taboo relationships and hiding them, inappropriate feelings and hiding or embracing them
power struggle, power imbalance... powerful man vs (non) powerful woman (power be it financial, mental, physical, social...)
loyalty to family/marriage vs ... lust? morality? money? safety?
being stalked/obsession when done right
the nice/helpful stranger who isn't really that safe (and she may know it and still play along because he's hot/she's bored/she thinks herself too clever)
dry humour, irony
make up, long hair, heels and all for my character, classy well dressed men (period and setting-appropriate, no fashion and manicure on a desert island...)
perfume/cologne when setting and charater appropriate (I'm French, I don't "find it gay" LOL)
modern or noir mafia, dirty cops and their twisted moral codes
double agents, treason, weapon trafficking
antiheroes
good guys with a dark side, bad guys showing a good side
dystopian divided societies with wealthy heaven skyscrapers and poverty ridden favelas
dictators, resistants/rebels, civil wars
advanced technology, near or distant future, space colonizing/travel
ruthless heroes and relatable villains
femmes fatales, naive girls, moral women, naive girls who think they're not naive :p
con(wo)men (successful or crappy), criminals, spies, hit(wo)men, mobsters, corrupt(ible) cops (can start off as moral), detectives, corrupt(ible) army officers (can start off as moral)... work in so many settings
2 cops, 2 criminals, 1 cop 1 criminal
back stabbing, double crossing, for fun, money, lust, safety...
double life
HANDSOME sugar daddy
moral ambiguity
courting/courtship, period appropriate
hotheads
tough leaders
pursuit and capture - physical or mental -, struggling a little, or more than a little (dubcon), always with at least physical attraction
virginity
slutty clothing
broken trust and betrayal
uniform
strip tease, lap dance
paid sex, escort
conflict between our characters and/or external
1st person RP can be interesting if both understand it's not real, same for present ! please don't be the jerk that gives 1P a bad rep by disappearing after the first smut scene
clothed/half clothed sex
blackmail (attractive blackmailer only, what a good excuse to give in)
temptation
lust/hate, love/hate (probably more interesting if it develops into something else over time)
enemies (whether both know it or not) in love/lust
reluctance, dub-con, a little force to break down the last defences (she may not want it because forbidden/married/jerk/scary/wrong but she does desire him)
roughness (how rough is too rough? no long term marking?)
roughness/tenderness: alternating as appropriate, fitting my yes/no and the plot, what's not to like
fast and rough, slow and sensual - pin her against the wall, grab her, call her a whore... but not all the time. Compliments and courting too, please ;) (good girl works well lol)
frisking that turns into something else, if only trouble for both and less than appropriate innuendo/stares/feel up/groping (I'll say no gracias to the cliché anal and vaginal cavity search)
male who knows what he wants and will show female she wants it to, knows how to touch/look at/speak to her even if it means pressing her against a wall or holding her in place until she gives in ;)
light slapping or light hairpulling to keep her nice and obedient and just where you want? -see above ;)
lap sitting
virgin guy is fine unless he's also shy and emo and... no gracias
bi guy if he's not girly actually, yes please, if he comes with a plot and why not another guy
kidnapping (not as a kidnapper/victim pairing but in a story)
incest (ONLY when it makes sense in the fandom or story, not those cliché, storyless scenes)
oral, handjob (can't believe I didn't think of including it... anyway, don't expect the Victorian virgin to know how to do that but a scoundrel could teacher her…)
facial can be very hot for the right blowjob characters (not blinding her/covering her in it)
anal (much like incest, some people seem totally obsessed and make me want to downgrade it to an off...)
humiliation, dirty talk... when fitting the period and character, within reason and not over the top, or I may just laugh
realism yes, the most horrible details? not necessarily (do tell me how detailed you like)
gore, not in a sex scene
zombies (as a "context", not sexually puh-leez)
power imbalance (very slight is interesting, so is very blatant)
spies (military, industrial, whatever, read the "example" spoiler)
interrogation, forced truth telling, that may or not turn indecent (both sides, within yes/no limits)
men competing for my attention
slice of life - would need to be mega interesting and/or tons of my ons
arrogant men and women
slightly forced oral - blackmail, or physically - read the operative word slightly
psychological seduction and control are more interesting than a beating, but some force coupled with the aforementioned psychological is hot
intimidation
gold diggers (to attractive, older or not older, men only)
using seduction to get advantages (up to sexual favors though hoping to avoid going that far, probably failing? again only attractive men)
historical (read the "more on that one" spoiler)
arm candy/trophy wife/showing her off (NO cuckhold)
dark romance, heck even not too sappy romance
Gothic romance (not as in Goth kids, as in the genre)
megalopolis, backwater village, isolated location, exotic country, derelict ghetto, devastated space station, suburbia... I love it all
action (more realistic - James Bond-y can be fun with the right scenario, not into comic/anime)
male/female/racial/social stereotypes, to an extent, depending on settings too and can be hot when done right - certainly period appropriate racism and sexism won't freak me out - check "excerpts"
age difference within reason
vampires (NO Twilight... think Dracula or maybe Anne Rice, and only with a great plot) - they're also the only reason some light blood play would take place
cigs, alcohol, drug use just not as a fetish or plot
GM (you)
using my NPCs, just don't kill them and keep them in character
I don't mind if you say "you" referring to my character during planning as long as you don't appear to be delusional it's just a way to speak
handsome strangers and stalkers
young characters resenting being treated as immature and trying to prove you/themselves they aren't... of course it doesn't turn right ;)
pregnancy risk ok for the right plot and not going on and on forever lol (see pregnancy under)
men who appear to be cold at first
possessive men
some level of fear or mistrust in the right context - not scared to death/eldritch horror type!
abuse of authority (within the limits of this thread as usual)
hostage, prisoner (being or having)
political intrigue
arranged marriage (to someone physically attractive)
forced marriage (to someone physically attractive)
Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos... SANS TENTACLES, ok? at least not in a sexual way. Maybe Lavinia was into them, but I ain't no Lavinia ;)
a powerful (rich, noble, high ranking, wtv) man obsessing/wanting me
threesome, with a good reason, and only one lady ;) better if the guys have at least some attraction and/or strong bond
one night stands obviously evolving into something else (there can still be dozens of posts before they get to it, I don't do smut from start as a rule but if there was a good reason plot wise, then go ahead)
light knifeplay, no one getting bloody puh-leez, and only for the right character
bars and night clubs, casinos...
world building, for a very long term RP and if not expecting a novella - you better be willing to contribute half + and committed!
gunplay for the right character may fit a (dark, fucked up) RP, again no one getting shot!


NO
Those emphasized are not more important, but often overlooked.​

"other woman" business, your character being into her or mine competing is just an instant turn off
asking for the villain or antihero to be all nice and misunderstood - choose a hero character
submissive males as primary characters
anime pics (especially for a main character, it's neither realistic nor appealing)
dozens of posts to describe how they're having sex will get boring very quick (I can't give you a ratio or %, well-written RPs will mix plot and smut)
odd metaphors and bad porn dialogues (unless you want me to laugh)
smut from start unless the plot absolutely calls for it, still waiting to read of such a plot ;)
manga and marvel
I don’t RP through chats OK I now do threads
Spoiler: because
I used to RP on those, too and then I stopped. Here’s why:
No chat. It’s simply impractical.
- I like to keep the RP to re-read (pms have a thread mode that I love, Google doc is also great and emails are relatively simple)
- Most though not all co-writers tend to go for “quick and short” on it, which is absolutely not my style
- It ends up mixing the RP with OOC comments and even chit chat
- I don’t want to keep it open for hours
- I don’t have accounts anymore, except the Google chat that comes with my email and I never use. I would be open to using it for OOC/chit chat.
The problem with threads…
- “Why did you post here but not there?” is the main reason why I gave up. I can’t stand the drama, the pming my other co-writers (yes it happened), the hounding and comparing and envying…
- Getting judged on the content. Too vanilla, too extreme, too historical, too modern, I’ve heard it all. The truth is I’m very versatile and people judge at first reading much too often.
I still provide 7 co-writers opinions on top of my thread, and examples of my writing in many styles and no less than two languages. That’s more than many thread players can claim ;)
bondage ! no bondage/tied up unless it's part of the plot (kidnapping etc), I find it really boring - skip the whip, the ballgag and the blindfold too.
casual sex world, the boss fucking all his employees, sex acts in the street and no one calls the police... Not remotely exciting
doormats - if she submits to everyone what's the interest?
don't use horrible, tacky colors
time travel has been downgraded to a no... No interest in that enlightened, preachy character teaching the old timers how to become tolerant
master/slave (power play is great)
ritualized BDSM - I prefer more organic encounters, dominance is great when it fits setting and characters, so is switching and plain vanilla
F/F (I write with everyone ftr! this applies to characters)
exhibitionism (some risk of getting caught ok)
problem magically disappearing (they find out they're not related, her husband doesn't mind being cheated on, and they win the lottery, too?)
furry
vore
toilet stuff
odd sizes/amounts/parts
animal parts, animals in a sexual context (elves, Goa'ulds, human-like aliens don't count)
beasts and monsters in a sexual context are not happening - not even you, Cthulhu
kids (under 16) in a sexual or gory context
Unfortunately, I've determined that too many people end up writing pretty disturbing stuff about children, so from now on... Unless it's canon, my plot mentions it, or I bring it up, NO KIDS except as background: "Rose was eating her dinner while her cousin's children were running around the table". I belong to a very close-knit family with lots of babies / children and I just can't handle the weird stuff some people come up with
pregnancy as a fetish (you get her pregnant she starts knitting and attends La Leche League meetings! Perfect for a happy ending lol)
huge height difference (not a hard no, just doesn't do anything for me - basically only if canon)
interracial (same as above, just not my thing... and no, the Irish/Italian mobster plot is not interracial and is totally cool)
much older men ("grandfather" type)
women older by 10+ years unless canon or vampires
casual sex world, zero interest! doesn't have to be taboo or a big deal, but no thank you!
unbirthing, wtf??
full-on rape/zero attraction
cervical Penetration (reach it and fill her, don't do that horror lol)
"he's dominate" wtf
cybering - we can do a present tense, 1st person hot RP but it's a RP, we can joke around but it's still not cybering
ballbusting (I have a strong personality but am not a literal ballbuster :D)
awkward attempts at cybering... please don't pm me and ask to cyber out of the blue. It's weird and frankly creepy. Those things should evolve naturally. If they don't, it means NO. Expect it to be NO.
telling me I'm "not a feminist" because of myYes/no... LOL don't bother, I have a stronger personality than many guys ;)
out there/made up names except in sci fi/fantasy
Japanese words and name, I don't know them (welcome in a Japanese RP where I will do research but don't talk to me of tsandere lol)
If I tell you MC has a sister Jane, avoid naming YC's mother Jane too unless that's part of the plot
foot fetish
perfect characters (flaws are much more interesting)
ass licking
anthros
futas
very shy, meek males (they're cool as secondary characters)
hate micro/macro anything... and as a result I also dislike most extremes - very hairy and waxed, giant and really shorter, almost unnatural red hair...
food play... yuck, and I'm not even a germaphobe. Sharing strawberries is fine, repainting the room in Nutella isn't (luv Nutella though)
I can't commit to putting a relevant pic on every single post but I love using a few pics
over the top teenage type romance, campy RPs, as well as absolutely gloomy, brooding, life is hellish characters
two cute heroes as leading couple, I'd rather at least one of them be an anti-hero or even villain - unless you have a plot to kill for
one dimensional characters
one liners unless actually needed, smileys inside the RP or *leaves the room* (answer shall be *leaves the RP*)
no pleasure just pain, no attraction just yuck - YUCK
our characters not being physically attracted
having to chase your character around, - this isn't seduction
a scenario built on my character competing for a man's attention
mental destruction - it shouldn't go quite that far even if kidnapping or abuse
let's not kill characters we get attached to unless absolutely needed
no knowledge of fandom when it's such a story
extreme humiliation (slave stuff, licking food off the floor, "hi cumbucket!", using as a chair wtf basically keep it subtle enough)

It's actually hard to pinpoint exactly... Humiliation should be non-existent between a knight and his princess, and is basically built-in for Nazi kommandant/Jewish girl story, right?
Apart from the yes/no limits, I'd say hinting or even saying outright that MC is dumb, childish, a slut... works as long as it doesn't get repetitive. Get creative with the hints I guess. So does your character obviously acting superior. BUT There should be a feeling of attraction toward her that your character either fights or doesn't. If there's no attraction it's no different than recess bullying and not very interesting... "Your mom is so fat" LOL. Unless she really IS a slave or considered as non human, calling her so isn't very relevant. It would be very WTF for a captured Russian spy to be labelled so, but it works for the slave you just bought off the market this morning, for a twylek prisoner or for the conquistador's victim. See what I mean?
bad ending (doesn't mean there needs to be a GOOD ending, but there's probably a way to avoid the full blown tragedy unless really there isn't ;) )
RPs that peter out or stay into smut mode after the first hot scene
RPs with a lame story because they're an excuse to play out your fetish, typically what the random guys pming me with a pairing and no plot offer
RPs that stay perfectly chaste forever and ever (it's not a hard no, I actually started RPing that way, but please, no)
godmodding (by all means if you need my character to follow yours to move the plot forward, write it! If you're unsure ask me - ime if you hesitate you're clever enough to avoid godmodding)
"they discover they're not related/enemies/don't care about their whole system belief and proceed to live happily ever after on post 4" (see realism)
navel fetish, foreskin fetish, random body part fetish
harem unless the plot calls for it
romantic comedy (like both, not together)
historical fantasy (love both, not together)
breeding unless canon
unless there's a plot reason, they're not dealing with condoms and diaphragms and stuff (mentioning their existence is fine of course)
there's a limit to how much alt history I can take. That awesome invention but 30 years early? Yes. 300 years? Nope.
writing pages after pages about how some sci fi device works... I can't
the cuckhold thing... cheating? sure - showing his wife off? sure - cuckhold? see "submissive" and "spineless"
famished models and really obese characters, let's keep it slim to plump, 'kay?
(If it's not above, just ask!)

My characters have a strong personality. They need a man on their level ;) I will not write a dominatrix- or a mindlessly submitted character (talking of roles here, not of bdsm). My character will submit to yours if yours is able to make her (or she may pretend and manipulate him!). I enjoy playing a girl looking like a (good looking) girl, and my character will go for a handsome/charming guy- maybe it's a bit superficial but hey! Doesn't mean airhead bimbo or one-dimensional model looks, I like deep characters.
Please do not assume I only do my most extreme storylines or kinks and need a dubcon-adultery-WW2-incest plot with lots of angst and oral to be happy. I like classy Tolkien as much as gritty Game of Thrones, obscenely luxurious settings as much as post-apoc, I've played a damsel in distress and a hitwoman - you get it. Character-wise, I am very flexible, but no goody two shoes, no dummy, no domme! Even my strong characters play against someone as strong or stronger. I just don't enjoy it otherwise. Of course sometimes she has the upper hand, especially if she managed to steal his heart - or his gun! But no submissive/submitted male.

two spies, both pretending to be what they are not, both leading the other on in a desperate attempt to find out what they really know? What's not to like ;) In that case clearly two dominants or very strong switches. Trained to win, strong personalities and egos. It's obvious that sometimes he'll get "on top" (no pun intended?) and sometimes she will and both are hot. Maybe that's clearer?

I am flexible also in my tastes, just in case it wasn't clear from my Yes/No. I love both courtship and dub-con, compliments and humiliation, a handkiss and being pinned against the wall, the man who makes you feel safe and the one your mother warned you all about, the fearless hero and the ruthless villain, Ashley Wilkes and Rhett Butler, do I need to go on with more lousy examples? ;)

For me it depends on the plot, the characters, the relationship... It has to make sense. But per se? Both can be hot and just because I love one doesn't mean I can't love the other just as much. Sometimes they can mix well (remember the gentleman/bad boy thing?), and that's perfect, sometimes they can't and that's great too.
Not all my RPs are dark, some are quite funny at times actually, but if there's zero drama... I might as well go take a daily walk around the block :p

I only play the lady, sorry no exception. I think I play terrible male primary characters. Maybe they could fly in a non-adult RP...
I generally play one MAIN character, not more. You can play one or several, if you like and can handle it well. This doesn't include background, I'll be the old butler serving my princess character ;)
I've been RPing for many years. I'm very flexible and I have and will RP in many settings, modern, espionage, historical (Ancient Rome, Middle Ages, Renaissance, American Revolution, Victorian, WW1, Prohibition, WW2...)

There is no time or place I would refuse to RP in. Simply, I may need to do a LOT of research to be convincingly writing XIVth century Polynesia and as such, I may not have TIME to do it. So I may say nay, I may pm you when I have fewer RPs, or I may ask you if you'd mind some inaccuracies... on that topic, if you need something only invented 30 years later and it would make for a much better plot - go for it. 300 years later not so much ;)
Some Historical Settings I Love (both the novel like, idealistic version and the gritty, darkly realistic one)
Middle Ages Castles: ruthless rulers, pretty princesses, arranged marriages, courtly love and brave knights
Royal Courts: the intrigues, the flirting, the royals and the lesser, pennyless nobles
Italian Renaissance: temptations, inventions, religions... absolutely Machiavellian in their desire for power and money
Victorian: the wit, the costumes, the social rules, oh my
XIXth century Nobility and Bourgeoisie: the mix of modernity and backwards, the class issues, the duels
Gangsters/Outlaws/Mafia: NY, Chicago, Europe, Western... 1890s to 1950s... low lives and loose women, turbulence, corrupt cops, gang rivalries
WW2 anything tasteful
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Horror, Lovecraft/Cthulhu Universe, steampunk, mafia (Prohibition, 50s, up to modern), sci fi, fantasy (high and low), survival/post apoc (zombies, disease, nuclear, flood, war, abandoned cities...), mystery, historical, thriller, spy/espionage, noir, intrigue, adventure, Gothic, Western (non cliché), modern with a great plot/one of mine, crime, detective, exploration/discovery, steampunk. I do fanfic, both OC and canon character - if I'm feeling it/one of my plots. Not sure the name, but I'm into worlds of contrast, very rich and very poor people, hardcore police protecting aforementioned rich, Citizen informants and decadence - will the poor ever rebel?

I'm probably opened to others, just ask.
I'm probably NOT opened to a RP centering on martial arts, arena, Pokémon (as much as I love Pokémon go), most animes (I don't get the culture!), superheroes/marvel (don't get it either), high school/college as a setting (our characters can be teens) UNLESS you're up for Ginny Weasley and Tom Riddle's diary.
I like my RPs on the dark side, definitely with less intense moments, some intelligent comic relief and not tragedy. Which means I'm all for realism, even if it means some grit - but I hate brooding, depressed characters. I suppose some of them are extreme, though not because of the sex acts or ratio but simply because of the storyline and elements. Yet again, checking my suggested stories will be simpler ;)
Modern
? The most familiar. No agonizing over using a too modern or casual word, and all that technology at hand, our characters can snap selfies together. Its main risk is a trite plot.
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YouTube[/I]I RP through Google docs, PMs and emails.
It's always nice to exchange pics (no anime please) or profiles of characters! I totally understand those who don't want a pic, but I need at least some info.
Communication is key, either "OOC" in the text or in another pm. We're humans, let's behave as such! If you need a break, please be brave;) and tell me. I won't send hitmen after you. Please don't pry for MY pic unless we've become friends. Also really, no Messenger of any kind. And puh-leez, even a first person, present RP is a *RP*.
About sending me an opener... and just an opener
Some people absolutely refuse this. I have actually no problem with it IF you are willing to discuss, read my O/O, and all that jazz before I reply (or choose not to). Fine with that? Shoot!
Also getting allergic to: "I'll do it tomorrow", and tomorrow turns into one week and counting and not even a small line to explain. I would rather hear the truth.
Or those who come to me with tonz of ideas, writing a wall of text, and then suddenly disappear, again not finding it in themselves to write a couple words of explanation.
I'm pretty social and friendly, so talk to me and tell me what you liked and what you would want to see in our RP... I love feedback. Don't need it for my own satisfaction, but if I don't get it then I can't always guess what you prefer. You can even ask me for a courtesy bump on BMR if we're writing together, and I always welcome them too.
As I wrote, I actually need to know whether you enjoy our RP and what you enjoy in it unless you don't care if I'm not able to give you more of that. It's also ok to tell me that you find our RP or a precise scene hot. Now, I don't necessarily need allllll the details - basically like gore in a RP ;) It's also much creepier if we've been writing for a week than a year...
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COOL PICS WITH A PLOT - - more HERE
COOL PICS WITHOUT A PLOT - more HERE and THERE

Random Gifs and Random Guys that may or not inspire

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How do you know if you wanna write with me?
You can check my co-writers' opinions on the top of the page, my various posts and threads, plus my excerpts on this thread : search "excerpts"
It happens that several people ask for the same scenario, it will go to the most interested one, the one who contributes most or simply the one I will want to RP with the most. After all, I RP for fun :)
On a similar topic, I try to reply in a fair way, first come first served, but long posts will take longer, sometimes it's a crazy day and I can't craft a post, or it's a slow day and I can post twice, or I'm craving our RP and will be answering like now because I must even though I should be doing something else. Please don't read anything personal into it unless it's positive :-*
I will be crossing off the plots I have already started or am not craving for now. I won't just delete them so you can still see what style I enjoy.
If you are MIA or otherwise not responding to pms, I can and will start the RP with someone else. I may pester you once or twice, if I really like our RP, but yeah ;) If you had a good reason and you loved our RP - do contact me about resuming, but don't assume. I do believe in second chances, not so much in third+...
Btw I just don't drop a RP without a word

constant tiny posts, regularly having to nag, a couple disappearing acts killing my inspiration, my ideas or yes/nos being ignored... I hate to drop a decent-ish RP even, so that's why I don't commit if I'm not feeling it, be it no real plot, you not being able to tell me a bit about your character, or unfair as it may sound a lack of chemistry...

I may not answer every 3 minutes but I haven't dropped it or forgotten or moved to outer space. If you really got no answer - sometimes my connection messes up. Let me know please.
Last thing, allow me some time to answer, I’m not constantly online (really!). Have a good day !
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THIS IS THE OLD POST AND IT IS A MESS, check at your own risk….
Hello!
Here’s a short presentation of what I look for :)
*First, mistakes happen but please pay attention. I’m not spelling obsessed and English is not my first language though ;-)
I'm looking for someone who wants to write, develop the characters and relationship, not just jump to the smut, not just quick one-shots, and is able to send me a short pm if they are busy. If writing several sentences or even, gasp, paragraphs is a chore and you prefer a quick kik (pun intended) then we're not ideally suited. I'm sorry to require it but please be at least semi-literate and be able to string sentences together... PMs or Email (Google docs ok) only.
**The ideal partner (any gender) writes 2 posts a week as an average. This is a guideline, especially for the right writer. Huge, researched or complex posts can take longer so for those make it 1. Sometimes life happens so just tell me your schedule for that month, but I am one for a faster speed... Of course I will do the same or more, I can generally post daily except again for those long posts. I'm sorry to have to make this a precise requirement! But sometimes it's just Too. Long!
***Please know the period/fandom if it's such a RP, and check my Yes/nos under to see if we are compatible ;)
What my co-writers have said 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Some ideas in no particular order: (except cravings are in bold - please check my various threads for more details and pics)

Something in Français!
Crime boss and lawyer with a past

Dictator x Hitwoman
Léon/The Professional 10 years later
darker, modern, realistic RP

Roman general x Gaul princess (request thread)
Nazi officer x Jewish girl (WW2 request thread)
Prohibition Mob boss x Rival mob boss’ daughter/wife (Film noir request thread)
Wounded enemy officer or sniper x military nurse (he wants to get away, she wants information and/or preventing other victims?? historical or modern or sci-fi, many possible settings)
Enemy officer or Intelligence service type x female Spy (cold war, WW2, sci fi, modern? convince me with a great plot)
Not-so-moral Private Eye x High Class Prostitute / Escort (maybe her client’s wife sent him to investigate - convince me with a great plot, film noir, modern or sci fi)
English officer x American rebel’s daughter/wife (American Revolution request thread)
Walking Dead Governor type x Wife or Daughter of rival town governor (TWD request thread)
Mob boss x Undercover female cop
Crooked Cop x Prostitute / Happy Ending Masseuse (the wrong client? knew of his bad rep and hoped to avoid him forever?)
Lawyer or Broker or Businessman x Stripper or lap dancer
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COOL PICS WITH A PLOT - - more HERE
COOL PICS WITHOUT A PLOT - more HERE and THERE

Random Gifs and Random Guys that may or not inspire

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RedRose said:
Hello!
Here’s a short presentation of what I look for :)

First, mistakes happen but please be literate. I’m not spelling obsessed and English is not my first language though ;)

Some ideas in no particular order:

Private Eye x Prostitute (maybe a client’s wife sent him to investigate)
Walking Dead Governor type x wife or daughter of rival town governor (hostage? Convincing him to spare her husband/dad? Taking her in after town destruction?)
Nazi officer x Jewish girl (maybe during the war then after when she is meant to testify against him?)
Enemy officer x female Spy
Mob boss x undercover female cop
Mob boss or Cop or Investigator x Rival mob boss’ daughter/wife (could be Prohibition, old school gangsters era)
Soldier coming home x wife (he’s seen things that changed him… at first she is shocked)
English officer x American rebel’s daughter/wife (hostage? Convincing him to spare her husband/dad?)
Lawyer or Broker or Businessman x stripper or lap dancer

I like many existing pairings… Could be Melkor x Luthien (Silmarillion/Tolkien), Amon Goeth x Helen Hirsch (Schindler's List), Ba’al x Sam Carter (Stargate), Tom Riddle x Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter), Littlefinger x Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones), Lucrezia Borgia x Cesare Borgia, Piter de Vries x Jessica (Dune), Dracula x Mina Harker (prefer Victorian setting)… feel free to suggest others, I may like them too!

No bdsm, furry, vore, toilet stuff, full-on rape. Blackmail, reluctance, dub-con, roughness all ok.

As you can see I can do many settings, modern, historical, sci fi, fantasy, post apocalyptic… as long as there is a plot! One shot ok if I love the idea! ;)

Last thing, allow me some time to answer, I’m not constantly online (really!). Have a good day !
Hi RedRose, I read your addy and agree with the basic stuff (#s of paragraphs, no potty stuff, use of OOC's etc) and would be interested in writing for your private eye, prostitute pairing and I have a couple of ideas regards the plot if you might be interested in as well. Drop me a PM if you want and we can chat about it. Thanks!
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RE: Looking for a Man

RedRose said:
Well, first thing, it is your pairing and I don't mean to just come up and say let's change it, and you may already have this idea but I was thinking the prostitute would be of the $1500 per night quality who has a web site and doesn't walk the street. The private eye follows the errant husband to this hooker and reports back to the wife who then wants to pay the private eye to kill the husband. I know my thought pattern is fairly thin at this point but I am thinking about potential plot twists that might add to the plot line and the story. There could be 2 male roles here (errant husband and private eye) and two female roles (prostitute and suspicious wife). Just some thoughts. What do you think?


The private eye would be a former cop who used to work vice and knows the prostitute from his cop days.

James2432 said:
RedRose said:
Well, first thing, it is your pairing and I don't mean to just come up and say let's change it, and you may already have this idea but I was thinking the prostitute would be of the $1500 per night quality who has a web site and doesn't walk the street. The private eye follows the errant husband to this hooker and reports back to the wife who then wants to pay the private eye to kill the husband. I know my thought pattern is fairly thin at this point but I am thinking about potential plot twists that might add to the plot line and the story. There could be 2 male roles here (errant husband and private eye) and two female roles (prostitute and suspicious wife). Just some thoughts. What do you think?


The private eye would be a former cop who used to work vice and knows the prostitute from his cop days.
 
RE: Looking for a Man

i can always be the husband and after i die if i wok out i can always switch to another role. or maybe a female role the pis secretary, love interest or assistant the assistant is male or female. btw i am male i don't mind playing female
 
Ursus Peregrinus said:
Just a bump for a fantastic writing partner. Bring your A game and you won't be disappointed.

Oh wow thank you!! I've just found your message, thanks so much!
 
All Settings Have Their Beauty

Modern? The most familiar. No agonizing over using a too modern or casual word, and all that technology at hand, our characters can snap selfies together. Its main risk is a trite plot.
Historical? The vocabulary, fashion, social rules... make for a very interesting frame to the story. But you must find a way around alllll those modern things that would make your life easier!
Sci fi? If you need a mega special device, you can make it up. Yay! Escapism +++ Beware of stereotypes and shallow tropes.
Horror? Gothic, Lovecraftian, zombies... help define a mood but see above.
Fantasy? same as sci fi, replace technology with magics and/or creatures
I could go on :)
 
My Favorite Historical Settings​

I take RPing seriously, I do research and try to keep things socially, historically and fandomly accurate (for that kind of stories).

There is no time or place I would refuse to RP in. Simply, I may need to do a LOT of research to be convincingly writing XIVth century Polynesia and as such, I may not have TIME to do it. So I may say nay, I may pm you when I have fewer RPs, or I may ask you if you'd mind some inaccuracies... on that topic, if you need something only invented 30 years later and it would make for a much better plot - go for it. 300 years later not so much ;)

Some Historical Settings I Love (both the novel like, idealistic version and the gritty, darkly realistic one)

Middle Ages Castles: ruthless rulers, pretty princesses, arranged marriages, courtly love and brave knights
Royal Courts: the intrigues, the flirting, the royals and the lesser, pennyless nobles
Italian Renaissance: temptations, inventions, religions... absolutely Machiavellian in their desire for power and money
Victorian: the wit, the costumes, the social rules, oh my
XIXth century Nobility and Bourgeoisie: the mix of modernity and backwards, the class issues, the duels
Gangsters/Outlaws/Mafia: NY, Chicago, Europe, Western... 1890s to 1950s... low lives and loose women, turbulence, corrupt cops, gang rivalries
WW2 anything tasteful

Fantastic clip with so many of my fav settings

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Cool Plot Ideas
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(do contact me if you're interested)



Ginny Weasley and Tom Riddle's Diary...
Anyone up for a Tom Riddle's diary / Ginny Weasley roleplay?

Ginny (MC) would have to be aged up from 11 to 16+. If we decide to keep the age gap then Tom (YC) is 21.

Basically, this is the concept http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/T._M._Riddle's_Diary .

Ginny's loneliness and obsession with the diary, feeling out of place and ignored by Harry, Tom playing along... except she's a bit more mature and less "boring" as a 16 year old.

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We would be writing what they are writing to each other, and also what they are doing or thinking during the day (granted, a bit limited for Tom in the beginning), while interacting, flash backs, dreams, whatever... There would be a build up from Ginny simply pouring her heart out, to a growing friendship, to Tom using her developing feelings to "convince" her to help him. Since he has already corrupted her, it is easy to obtain more personal favours from Ginny, too, later into the game. Remember, 16+!

We can discuss whether Tom somehow finds a way to draw on Ginny's vital energy to materialize, or haunts her dreams but they only meet physically in the Chamber of Secrets, the mind control vs charm and manipulation ratio... and of course the ending. In any case this is not a fast paced smut fest and swear fest and has to be "realistic within fandom", in the conservative wizard society...

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Some knowledge of the fandom required, for obvious reasons ;)

I'm looking for someone of any gender, who can post not less than twice a week as an average, and do pms or emails. No Messenger, one liner, immature RP and all that jazz, do check my yes and no in my sig please :)
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Impostor or Conman / Target's Niece or Ward [historical, sci-fi, low fantasy, or modern]...
He may be a poor boy who made his way up ruthlessly, or a broke aristocrat who thinks he deserves only the best. Everyone can guess he's in it for the money, except his slightly older and widowed target. Maybe they know each other from childhood, in some way, and she was always into him. In any case she happens to have a young ward or orphaned niece, late teens, that she took in... The niece hates the guy at first, seeing him for what he is, a liar, a crook, a womanizer. With time she comes to tolerate her new "uncle". Too young to really be a father figure (early to late 30s?), very handsome, he still is the closest thing she has to that, and seduction comes easy to him... who finds himself attracted to the forbidden fruit and the adrenaline rush. Can he convince the girl she wants him bad enough to betray her aunt? Can he convince himself he's only doing it for fun? Can he keep the aunt in the dark about his indiscretions and make sure the girl doesn't inherit anything of importance?

MC would also have her own reasons, from forcing her aunt to realize what scum YC is, to getting her money back and revenge for being written off the will, should she discover that. It won't be easy to admit simply being attracted to someone like him, when she could hope for a good match as long as she is untainted - or people think her so.

Setting could be the Great Depression, post WWII France, or modern in any posh and old school neighbourhood or estate. In fact I'm thinking it could also work in sci fi or low fantasy, in a decadent minor House (a la Petyr/Lysa/Sansa from Game of Thrones)

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This is obviously a darker plot, a twisted romance of sorts, full of mind games, physical, moral and financial betrayal. It will be much more interesting if both actions and emotions/thoughts are developed. There will definitely be smut, but it will come (no pun intended?) with build up, hesitations and consequences. I want this RP to have some class, and fit the setting.
NO to the usual kik, one liners and all.

YES to reading my yes and nos in my sig, at the very least 2 posts a week, and OOC plotting.
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Spies in Saigon
1969, male CIA agent vs female Russian spy. Inspired by my aforementioned example about spies “Even my strong characters play against someone as strong or stronger. I just don't enjoy it otherwise. Of course sometimes she has the upper hand, especially if she managed to steal his heart - or his gun. Example: two spies, both pretending to be what they are not, both leading the other on in a desperate attempt to find out what they really know? What's not to like In that case clearly two dominants or very strong switches. Trained to win, strong personalities and egos. It's obvious that sometimes he'll get "on top" (no pun intended?) and sometimes she will and both are hot.”
Read my yes/no in my signature, and please write at least 2 posts a week - pms or emails. You can find inspiration looking at my pics
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RolePlays Past, Present and Future


Apart from various variations on the plots and pairings above or classic ones from the aforementioned fandoms?
if you see something that inspires you, pm me, I may play it again
Off the top of my head and not up to date:

Current

Norman Conquest. Norman noble x Anglo saxon heiress, arranged marriage
Teen niece discovers with more fascination than horror that her cool uncle is an arms dealer
Young journalist infiltrates biotech firm as boss' assistant to discover what happened to her father years ago

Past

Shot down British pilot x female Nazi intelligence
Crook private investigator x female politician (or was it some govt job?)
A beauty and her stalker lol
Girl from top secret govt agency type discovers her fight trainer is a double agent and responsible for her father's killing. Does he know she knows?
Corrupt cop working illegally as PI going undercover as a regular employee to a crook businessman in order to suck him dry then bring him down
Only the man her dad betrayed, a more than questionable businessman, can save the man she loves

In discussion:

A 1930's English lady adventuress in Egypt (GM)
Spies in Saigon. 1969, male CIA agent vs female Russian spy
a Star Wars thingy with Jedi and Sith OCs
something with Cathy Ames (East of eden) and her bad boy son looking for her and discovering she owns a brothel blah blah
something Casablanca style
Sci fi game in spaaaace, hitwoman vs spaceship officer



Recommended Writers[/color]]I've generally be writing with them for months if not more. Sometimes less, but they've been incredible enough to make it on that list. They're both great writers, AND great people OOC, meaning reliable and friendly.

If you're not mentioned, maybe you dropped the game like a hot potato without giving it a chance. Or maybe you didn't explain why you disappeared for 2 months.
Or simply we didn't RP together - there are so many great people I didn't write with yet ;) This is not a friend list by all means!

Alphabetic order so as to offend no one ;)

many of them are actually from another website... ask me if you're interested in being sponsored to that fantastic place or just click here - do write down that RedRose sent you when it asks ;) )
Arkhos
BennyQ
Crixus
DaddyforKitty
Kristen
Iron and Wine
LostSoul
Mystictiger
RippedStockings
TheOscan
VelvetSatin
Ursus_Peregrinus
Victorian_Virtue
Zaphod



A full history for the very curious[/color]..]So here is a complete (?) and up to date-ish history of my RP since 2014, when I joined various forums - see in "recommended writers" for more about forums. You will notice that I very rarely give up on a RP, as I was saying in my first post - unless the person is unwilling to read (or respect) my yes and nos, or cannot provide regular posts. How regular? We can discuss. But I cannot go weeks without anything, and will only accept "regular but rare" posts from an already started and well-liked RP. As for style differences, this may be a nice euphemism for rush to smut, or unwillingness to develop a story, or tiny posts, or...

I tried to be fair and differentiate between disappeared off and being a mentsch, ya know. As well as short lived crap and a gorgeous jewel that didn't end well...





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Untitled, undercover cop/bodyguard x mob boss' wife - Eros Dei. Partner disappeared
Untitled, stripper x lawyer - The.Bull. Partner disappeared.
Stranded - An SG RP, Baal x Carter - Azecreth. Partner disappeared.
Untitled, mob enforcer x undercover female cop -j0k3r. Partner disappeared.
Untitled, Petyr Baelish saves Sansa but Margaery is on the boat too - Malfrost. Partner wanted me to play both AND disappeared, thankfully very quick.
Untitled, soldier comes home to his sister - How_is_you. I ended it due to different styles
Vampire's Don't Really Exist, Do They? Victorian female med student meets vampire - Cryptic Anomaly. Partner disappeared, came back, then I ended it due to delays on his side. Good writer.
The Prostitute and the Private Eye - James2432. Petered out.
Untitled, corrupt cop x hooker - Weslyscott1209. Petered out?
Untitled, lawyer and lap dancer - Jeffreysmith. I ended it due to style differences
SG the Alternative Universe, Baal kidnaps Carter as hostage - ??. Partner disappeared.
Untitled, teacher x female student - Dan9inch. I ended it due to style differences
The American Story, my American Revolution plot- Swordmaster. I ended it due to delays and style differences.
Dangerous Truth, young secret agent discovers trusted trainer killed her father - BadBadHarvey. Partner disappeared.
The Professional, my TP plot - Masterdaddy. I ended it due to Partner not respecting my yes/nos and style differences
Helonia by Moonlight, my dictator/hitwoman with a revenge plot - jvj9000. On hiatus due to partner's lack of time. Would love to pick it up.
Enemies Closer, my The Professional plot - Tobisquestion. On hiatus (?) due to partner's lack of time. Would love to pick it up.
Ginny Weasley and Tom Riddle's Diary - Google. Partner disappeared.
La Belle Dame sans Lumiere, my Prohibition plot - LostSoul - On hiatus on my partner's side.
Revenge, my crime boss and lawyer plot - LunaJinx - Going strong!



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Untitled, PI blackmails female politician - Maverick21980. I ended it due to delays on his side.
For a Rose, beauty and mysterious admirer - Zaphod. Petered out, no one's fault.
Bullet to the Head, armsdealer trains and corrupts teen niece - Crixus. Going strong!
Coal in the Mountains and the Dead Come Alive, my TWD plot - Cal1496. Partner ended it due to loss of muse.
Caught in the Middle With You, my TWD plot - Arkhos. Going strong!
Rebel conflicted, British officer x Patriot girl - Hayato. Partner disappeared.
Untitled, my Petyr/Sansa plot - Ksangre. Partner ended it due to lack of time.
Under the Norman Yoke, Norman knight x Saxon heiress forced marriage - BennyQ. On hiatus.
The Turncoat, my American Revolution plot - VelvetSatin. Going strong!
WW2 RP that keeps getting another title ;) - TheOscan. Going strong!

Qui est pris qui croyait prendre..., journalist infiltrates corrupt firm as personal revenge against the boss - DaddyforKitty. On hiatus.
Le Dictateur, my dictator/hitwoman plot - Rey5. On hiatus.

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Untilted, rich guy x gold digger - CodyD. Partner disappeared, came back months later, a couple times until I told him it was over.
Hero's Homecoming , crusader x fiancée - Greeneyed23. I ended it due to style differences.
Untitled, shot down British pilot x female Nazi interrogator - Centurion768. Partner ended it due to lack of time.
Rebellion, my American Revolution plot - Andronic. I ended it due to partner not respecting my yes/nos
Untitled, mobster wife x bodyguard/undercover cop - Guitarfan28. Partner disappeared.
Untitled, my WW2 plot - TheDormantDoorman. Partner disappeared.
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Writing Excerpts


Some of my best, longest (years long!) RPs have been deleted unfortunately. My oldest current RP isn't even one year old... So all these posts are from 2014 on. The genre refers to that of the post, not of the full RP it is taken from.

Depuis que Corréos, le puissant prince des Parisii, était tombé au combat en brave, le clan était désorganisé et sa fille unique Aia essayait de s’établir et de s’imposer en tant qu’héritière légitime.

Chaque jour apportait son lot de désordre et de désobéissance. Son père les aurait réprimés dans le sang sans une hésitation mais Aia craignait que ça conduise à une rébellion ouverte de la part de ses guerriers. Cette année la récolte avait été clairement moins abondante, and partiellement détruite par le même clan qui avait tué son père. Les gens se préoccupaient déjà de ce qui resterait après le tribut dû aux romains. Mais le problème de l’occupation romaine passait presque au second plan comparé aux constantes attaques et escarmouches causées par les Bellovaci venus du nord, les ennemis des Parisii depuis des générations, les raisons déjà tombées dans l’oubli.

Corréos avait toujours refusé de négocier avec eux, mais il courait… des rumeurs. Des rumeurs comme quoi, proche de la mort et sentant la victoire lui échapper, il avait envisagé une telle chose- avec une fin de non recevoir moqueuse de la part des ennemis. Les Bellovaci voulaient la guerre, pas la causette.
Aia avait été élevée dans la haine de Rome, ces étrangers décadents qui croyaient dans leurs dieux bizarres et qui étaient venus vaincre son peuple sur son propre terrain. Sa famille n’avait été autorisée à conserver son pouvoir qu’après avoir juré de prélever un très lourd tribut annuellement pour les romains, et son père avait été bien trop malin pour revenir sur sa parole. Les romains avait été sans merci sur le champ de bataille et exigeaient leur taxe même si cela voudrait dire que la population serait affamée tout l’hiver, mais les Bellovaci… ils étaient différents. C’était simplement hors de toute proportion.

Dans son désespoir, Aia avait envisagé de faire appel aux possibles sentiments fraternels de tout gaulois contre un ennemi commun – après tout les Bellovaci étaient gaulois aussi – mais oublia vite son projet. Les femmes, disait-on, étaient à peine supérieures aux esclaves dans ce clan. Ses propres guerriers ne lui montrant pas le respect dû, comment pourrait-elle s’attendre à être prise au sérieux par ses ennemis du nord ?

Aia s’assit à sa table et commença à écrire. « Ave, Général… ». Son latin était plus que rouillé, mais elle ne pouvait faire confiance à personne avec cette missive. Elle avait du mal à croire qu’elle allait devoir se rabaisser à honteusement demander audience au général romain de sa région. C’est quelque chose dont elle pouvait uniquement discuter en privé, ajouta-t-elle, quelque chose qui concernait la sécurité et devenait une vraie urgence, sinon elle ne dérangerait pas le grand général qui devait bien sur être très très occupé.

Elle soupira de dégoût. Occupé… il était probablement occupé à boire, manger et oppresser des gaulois. Ça aurait du être lui qui suppliait d’être entendu, comme les villageois le faisaient avec son père, implorant la justice ou la merci du chef au sang noble. Mais ces pensées n’allaient pas aider, alors elle les mit de côté autant que possible.
« Puis-je me permettre de rappeler au général que ce problème est très pressant et requiert la plus grande discrétion,
Aia fille du prince Corréos des Parisii »

Un messager de confiance quitterait le camp aussi tôt que l’encre serait sèche, le parchemin enroulé, lié et marqué du sceau du clan.


Julie avait dormi avec son portable à côté d'elle pour être sûre de ne pas rater la sonnerie. Ce n'était pas comme si elle avait bien dormi, évidemment, mais elle ne voulait prendre aucun risque au cas où elle finirait enfin par s'endormir profondément. Il n'était même pas pensable d'être en retard.

Cette rencontre allait être l'accomplissement d'années de recherches, ou en tout cas le début de cet accomplissement. Et, elle l'espérait profondément, le début de la fin pour Hoffman. Bien sûr elle allait devoir confirmer ses intuitions et les informations fournies par son contact - un coup de chance énorme, digne d'un James Bond, mais elle le méritait après tout - et si tout était en ordre, le salopard allait payer.

Elle avait choisi soigneusement sa tenue le soir avant déjà, pour s'éviter un sujet de stress en plus, optant finalement pour une jupe droite noire au dessus du genou qui soulignait ses formes sans en faire trop, et une chemise blanche cintrée mais classique. Pour le premier entretien elle allait commencer doucement et ne pas ouvrir trop de boutons. Une fois qu'elle serait dans la place - il n'y avait pas de doute dans son esprit qu'il la choisirait - elle jugerait de l'ambiance exacte, des limites à respecter... et de celles que l'on pouvait voire devait repousser pour faire carrière.

Il était temps d'y aller, elle avait un long trajet devant elle bien qu'en temps que parisienne chevronnée elle y était habituée. Julie vérifia son maquillage dans le miroir de plein pied une dernière fois, avant de se glisser dans ses escarpins noirs à talons et d'attraper son manteau et son sac à main. Une fois dans les transports, elle réviserait son rôle une fois de plus, ignorant les éternels mateurs du métro et se concentrant sur l'essentiel.




Perdue dans ses pensées, se répétant pour la centième fois qu'elle fait la seule chose utile et que son père ne serait jamais parti en abandonnant sa famille, Julie sursaute soudain. A-t-elle loupé sa station? Ca ne lui est pas arrivé depuis longtemps et elle n'a pas besoin de ça juste aujourd'hui! Elle lève la tête vers le diagramme du métro pour se rassurer. C'est bon, mais de justesse. Se promettant de faire plus attention, elle se lève et se rapproche tant bien que mal des portes du métro. L'heure de pointe à Paris n'est jamais une partie de plaisir.

Finalement elle est y est. La Défense. Elle prend une grande inspiration et se met à chercher son chemin. Julie s'attend à ce qu'on ne puisse pas rentrer là dedans comme dans un moulin, surtout avec les évènements, mais après plusieurs fouilles et scanners elle décide que son futur patron est un grand paranoïaque. Malheureusement pour son père à elle... Penser à ça n'aide pas à sourire, mais elle se force le naturel et se la joue professionnelle mais détendue. Elle considère encore une fois la chance qu'elle a dans son malheur, un appui extérieur, et un poste clé qui se libère dans l'entreprise. Un décès, si elle a bien compris. C'est triste, mais elle ne parvient pas à s'en préoccuper. Ce job est fait pour elle, qui et polyvalente, cultivée et active.

Devant la porte du bureau d'Hoffman, elle hésite et a presque envie de repartir et de lâcher l'affaire. Mais elle ne peut pas se permettre de fiche en l'air des années à obséder sur cette histoire, elle doit savoir. Et puis ça serait plus que louche... Elle frappe donc à la porte, un sourire toujours plaqué sur son beau visage de jeune adulte. On lui ouvre, et c'est Laurent Hoffman en personne qui la fait entrer. D'après tout ce qu'elle a lu - étudié - sur lui, il sera largement le plus difficile à impressionner.

Le type ne se refuse rien, se dit-elle en jetant un coup d'œil autour d'elle. Elle a soudainement honte de son petit studio bordélique du 20e arrondissement comme si elle devait y recevoir le conseil d'administration de la boîte avant de se reprendre. Il est hors de question d'avoir l'air d'une plouc ébahie devant les lumières de la ville alors elle cache son sentiment. Elle se raisonne. Elle a elle-même beaucoup d'atouts à faire valoir, en tout cas elle l'espère.

"Bonjour, Julie Lebel" dit-elle en souriant pour se présenter. Lui ne sait sans doute pas grand chose d'elle, mais elle aime à penser qu'elle sait presque tout de lui.


Emma absolutely wanted this party to be perfect. Why? She didn't know. It was just another party... But she always welcomed an occasion to have fun and get to see some new faces. Not that she expected the conversation to flow easily when she was around. What would she tell the fellows her husband invited anyway? It was not like there were many conversation topics between a strange man and a woman... or even a husband and wife, she thought bitterly.

She knew not to ask a man about his business, because at best he had a cover up he kept discrete, and at worst he had absolutely nothing he could tell a lady. Even their own wife didn't ask them much about their day, and if they did the husbands would not tell, as she knew from experience... There were those who went by an obviously fake name, sometimes even by several ones and occasionally mixing up when booze was flowing. Business was definitely a topic to avoid entirely, unless her husband needed her to encourage some poor fellow to spill out information, her soft, red lips asking all the right questions while her well manicured hands were serving yet another glass of expensive contraband liquor. The boss watching it all, pretending to be engrossed in playing cards or a conversation. He claimed to find it amusing and it was certainly just another way to show her off, the boundaries extremely clear to everyone who wanted to live another day. One of his favorite stories involved the unfaithful Chinky wife of some unnamed Chinky boss whose lover had ended up with cement shoes while she had been finally found in a trunk. That tale most people found uncomfortable, relating too closely to the husband, the wife, the lover or even several of them. But the details were blurry at best, and she suspected he had made it up as a warning tale for her and also his guests - look but don't touch... the Chinks barely let their wives out anyway.

As for the guests… There were those she knew since childhood, those who came from other cities, those who were recent immigrants, some of them with heavy accents, reminder of their old country. They had generally left relatives, sometimes even a wife and children behind, as few could afford so many tickets. And that damned war. She shivered. No, no. The Europe topic was a minefield.
So? She could always ask if they were enjoying the music and the food, and then what? She was definitely overthinking this. Organizing a big bash was more complicated than it appeared from the outside. Between dealing with the waiters to hire for the event, the event itself and the guests, it should have been enough to keep her occupied. She had asked her husband whether there was something special to take care of that night. In turn, the boss had asked whether her parents would bother to attend, taunting. To her father at least it was a dream come true... At first. The lavish mob soirées suddenly not out of his reach while he was toiling in the shop, he used to drag her mother along as often as they could. Until that unfortunate night. The boss had claimed she couldn't afford to delay, he was suspecting some fellow about some minor rule breaking... She didn't want to do it in front of her parents but she had no choice and she didn't even attempt to fight it, his stare convincing her it was at best a waste of time. From afar it looked like a regular conversation, except she was a tad too close to the man in the end, a tad too nervous, and she kept refilling his glass. No big deal. Except they were her parents. They had to know she was just following orders, that it was not her real nature. But it wasn't that far from her real nature either, enjoying the seduction, the game, the chase, adrenaline rushing through her veins, making her almost dizzy as the fellow finally uttered a name, a place, a fact. They were her parents. They had to see it, in her eyes. They said nothing to her because there was nothing to say, not when you had pushed your own daughter in a mobster's arms. Another dream turned sour... Their presence had been scarce at best after that night, prefering to visit during the day, ideally when the boss was away - and Emma never saw the man again. She convinced herself it had nothing to do with her, but it certainly didn't help her sleep at night.

Emma had selected a gown that was among her more fitted ones, slightly higher heels and more pronounced make up (she had heard that a red lipstick was all the rage, anyway). For once that he was telling her to go all out, she was definitely planning to enjoy it. She finished to apply her cake mascara and put it down on her dressing table before getting up and heading toward the door. She had spent hours reflecting on what she would wear. Her long, rather dark blue gown flattered her ivory complexion and blue eyes. Her hair was up, with some loose curls freely framing her face. She flashed a smile at her husband when she caught his gaze, hoping her choice would not be deemed as too risky. There was no time to change even if she wanted to, anyway. Her heels clicked down the stairs. She really needed a smoke to calm her nerves, but the first guests were arriving already and it was too late for that. The hostess couldn’t be late to her own party.


She didn’t know what was wrong with Adam these days. Or more like, she knew but it was dumb so she didn’t care. He claimed she was constantly too busy. Which wasn’t exactly wrong, but after all those nights when he refused to go out because of his homework, of all things, he was in no position to complain. He also repeated that when they did manage to meet, she was always thinking of something else – his tone indicating that he actually meant, someone else. That really pissed her off. She was working hard for the first time in her life, often coming home exhausted, and she was with her uncle! It was not her fault if the guy had trust issues, she decided. She didn’t really want to break up with him and have to deal with drama from everyone… and she needed someone to yell at when the day had been rough.

Her uncle had mentioned a reward to motivate her, and Cassie was extremely curious as to what it would be. She knew that it wouldn’t suck, whatever it was, and she couldn’t wait. The last “reward” she got was from her grandmother after spending a week end house sitting and taking care of her bichon, while she was in hospital after tripping on aforementioned dog. She still laughed thinking about that, though she didn't appreciate the hand knit bonnet. Seriously?

She was lying down on her bed watching crap on Youtube when she heard the familiar sound of her phone beeping for a text. She lazily reached out to grab it, school had been exhausting and she didn’t feel like moving. As she checked who sent it, she felt more energetic already and by the time she had read it she had already forgotten she was too tired. She sprang up and started rummaging through her closet for some cooler clothes. A week end away, anywhere, was just what she needed. Her mother should be happy, as she was constantly telling her about fresh air and that in her times people didn’t stay cooped up.

Today she couldn’t sneak out, so she had to find an excuse. She invented that friend, a good girl who was house sitting for her grandmother and wanted company. Lies came naturally to her, and she could see that her parents didn’t disapprove of her plan. Main problem solved, she told herself, she would just need to call Adam from the car or something. “That’s very nice of you, Cassie”, her father commented. “Grown up behaviour”. She smiled to them and headed out. For sure it was.


Rachel couldn't help worrying about what the lower servants would think if they came home and found soldiers interrogating the master of the house. It was embarrassing enough for it to happen in front of the housekeeper though she was also thankful that she hadn't been alone with those redcoats. She shivered envisioning that possibility. It was a very selfish thought she chided herself, and not what a good Christian woman should worry about when her own father was endangered. Lucille was almost family anyway - as much as a servant could ever be, at least.

The young girl found no realistic answer to the officer's comment about where the weapons had been concealed. It could indeed hardly be someone unknown to them, and not belonging to their household, who managed to sneak in and for some reason choose to dump all this in her father's bedroom. In the mean he seemed to find it, or her, very amusing and she stifled a desire to answer him with something not too refined. It wouldn't help, she tried to convince herself. Especially since she needed him to take pity on her father...

Could she yell for him to run away as soon as she would hear him coming in through the door? She liked to think that gentlemen wouldn't treat a lady too harshly even if she acted that way, though she was thoroughly unsure if this was one of those strange ideas she got from her novels, or something that also took place in real life. In any case the dilemma was solved by hearing men apprehending her father before he could even come home. It was almost a relief to not have to choose, though worry came now flooding in as the foreigner refused to reassure her about her father's treatment.

She stifled a sigh of relief as they brought her father in and led him to the table, visibly unharmed. He seemed to be trying to resist, of course in vain, and she hoped he would give up quickly. This was not the brave thing to do, but it was the practical one. She fleetingly remembered a fight she had with her fiancé, who held that bravery and sacrificing even one's life for the cause was the noble thing to do, while she claimed that leaving bereaved relatives behind just to be a hero was not so. He usually liked to agree with her to please her, but this time he had been unrelenting and she had retired to sulk in her bedroom. Soon the tiff had been forgotten but for some reason it was all coming back to her witnessing her father in that awful predicament.

The housekeeper grew pale hearing that she may be involved in anything inappropriate, or so it seemed to Rachel. The officer was certainly trying to goad her father into confessing, and nothing else. She crossed her arms defensively, as if it could protect her from any accusation, but didn't speak a word.

Now that there was a man home, it wasn't her business to speak up and intervene anymore, she repeated herself. Her father could certainly handle this situation. Her housekeeper was staring at her, nearly panicking, and Rachel ignored the older woman. Should they leave the room and go back to their relatively sheltered and protected existence? Could they, even if they wanted to?

"This is a man's business!", Obadiah replied strongly as if he was shocked at the mere thought. "Women should not concern themselves with it, and they certainly don't in my house". Though he was only trying to protect them to the best of his ability, the statement bothered Rachel for some reason. Weren't they somehow involved already, since they had to deal with the master of the house being arrested? Lucille was nodding desperately, hoping they would be allowed to retire, while Rachel knew that things may not be that easy for them anymore.


Aia was satisfied to see that everything was going smoothly for now. Of course it didn’t mean anything yet, but it was encouraging. She had even avoided being spotted by the various Gauls who had unfortunately chosen the same day as she did to come and complain – a national pastime.

As she was introduced into what seemed to be the legate’s office, a very foreign looking servant offered her various supposedly edible things. It reminded her of her old nurse, now thankfully waiting away in the meeting hall, both because she was constantly trying to get her to eat, and because she had repeated ad nauseam that she shouldn’t touch anything, claiming that the Romans were masters in the cowardly art of poisoning – the real, Gallic men of course favoring the sword. Until she had demanded silence so she could concentrate her plan.

Aia thanked the man, and wondered if she should symbolically select and have a bit of something that didn’t look too dangerous. Refusing food would be a mortal offense for a Gaul, but she had no idea if it was the same among Romans. Obviously there was no reason they would want to poison her, but she had grown up on such tales. She picked up a piece of dried fruit from the bowl and bit into it, hoping for the best. “Very nice”, she felt compelled to comment as she would have eating in an ally’s house. It tasted extremely weird, but what else to expect from people who were said to dip everything in rotted fish sauce.

She felt too nervous to sit down, but she wanted to appear calm and collected. She was also trying to save her energy for when it would really be needed, after a terrible night and having actually been unable to eat anything before leaving, causing worry and near hysterics to her servant.

The wait in the office seemed endless, stretching impossibly, though she knew it could not be that long. When finally a man who had to be Paulus Horatius entered, she stood up at once, annoyed that this time she was the one paying respects. She was not going to try to get away with anything for now.

She didn’t know what she had expected, maybe some old, lazy official with a ring on every finger who would give in just to get rid of her annoying presence and go back to his feasting, at worst insisting on some tax rise, a small price to have him deal with the Bellovaci. But as he was watching her intensely she told herself she would have to tread very carefully. She wondered not for the first time if this had been a good idea after all. She also fleetingly wondered about his hair, longer than what was usual from her more than limited experience, having heard gallic auxiliaries complaining plenty about that topic.

She smiled back to him, fighting to not break eye contact, a universal sign of weakness. It was no easy task. Actually it was all so much more difficult now that she was in front of him. What if her nurse had been right, and inventing that story about the harvest goddess was bad luck? Here and now, she swore to make it up to the deity if she could find an acceptable way out of this situation.

She stifled her anger when the legate wondered about Correos’ successor, forgetting what she was planning to answer about his previous question. Of course this was exactly what her warriors were thinking, so she was not exactly surprised. No one would say it in front of her, but she was not stupid and knew that people had been talking, actually she could even understand why they had doubts. Still there was a time and place for everything, and this was not the right one to show she was annoyed. Later her nurse would make some acerbic comment and she would have a good reason to take it out on her, who would in turn take it out on a kitchen slave - the way of the world. Keeping her face as neutral as possible, she informed him about the situation. “The prince didn’t have any son. I am my father’s successor”. She still couldn’t really believe her father was dead, leaving her in such a predicament. “This is what he wanted”, she added. She really was going out on a limb now, but after all she was his only child, and she wasn’t going to put herself down. She would not have justified herself to any Gaul, but again she needed a favour from this man.

For now, she would have been happy if he could stop staring so hard. It was embarrassing, somehow preventing her to think. Maybe that was his reason for doing it. Her train of thought was interrupted by the servant coming back with food and she used his presence as an excuse to finally break eye contact, suddenly very interested in what he was doing.


It was obvious to the young lady that Tancred didn't understand anything about how women dressed. That at least seemed normal and familiar to her, as even her father who had been married for most of his life when he passed - incidentally, it was because of Tancred's kin - still appeared to be puzzled about that very topic. While Adelind enjoyed discussing with her mother about which dress, hairdo or shoes were the height of fashion, the men of the family, her father and her brother, rarely agreed to suffer through it. While her father simply removed himself from the offending situation, her brother would be prone to teasing, and she would tease back that he had to get used to it because he would marry some lady who would demand to be constantly fashionable unless he didn't want a good match. Of course he would never marry anyone now, she pondered, and it was still slightly surreal that her whole family was gone and she was finding herself sole heiress. And married to someone whose people had caused her situation. Which wasn't exactly the same as saying that he was guilty of it - but wasn't that far either, especially since she didn't care to be fair to foreigners. Her mood dropped even more as he brought up the fact that they were basically under occupation and that there might have been a way to avoid it. It was the truth but not one she was eager to consider.

"I simply can't wait to be back home. I am getting bored sitting around here with no one to really talk to", she retaliated. "Maybe I should have brought my nurse to distract me, but it is unfortunately not done" she shrugged as if she wasn't trying to rile him up but simply bemoaning a fact of life.

But finally that too came to an end, and it was time to leave. As they walked to the castle, she tried to shake her bad mood or to at least pretend to not have a concern in the world. Certainly most people envied them, that had to mean something. Soon pretending turned into more real of a feeling as she was greeted by the delicious smells of the feast. For sure the kitchens had outdone themselves and as great as her engagement feast had been, this was simply something else. She didn't remember when the last time Stokeberry saw such a celebration was, if ever, and she refused to consider the irony. Her people had worked so hard, she wouldn't disappoint them. And she deserved to enjoy her wedding day even if she had always envisioned marrying a local lord, and visiting her parents and brother - to the castle, not down under in the crypt, except when she herself would be an old woman - as much as she wanted.

She was probably having a better time than Tancred, though. He clearly wasn't feeling comfortable at a refined court, she told herself. He didn't seem to enjoy dancing - though she was told that many men were only doing this for the decorum while women waited impatiently for the opportunity. It was strange that men and women were meant to live together, while being so different, she pondered as she was trying to enjoy the delicacies of the feast despite her lacings.

It was rather peaceful in the hall for now, but what if it started subdued and deceptively perfect, until someone decided to pick up a fight, knock into someone else, spill his cup, make a comment against foreigners outloud, or stare too long at another knight in a way that would be considered threatening? Even as she danced, she was fearing that maybe someone drunk - maybe even one of her own men - would decide to start misbehaving. Per se it wouldn't be surprising, as she herself couldn't refrain from occasional jabs, after all... Even though the man she now had to call her lord and husband had been surprisingly agreeable.

For some reason every time she looked at him, Tancred seemed to be watching her with some strange expression that she wasn't sure she could identify. As much as she was trying to enjoy her wedding day - and she was managing to enjoy it - she couldn't help feeling very nervous about what was supposed to come next. She had even considered drinking enough not to remember it, but she had finally decided to stay in control. She had noticed that her husband wasn't drinking much either. Maybe he wanted to not forget the day and its glorious food and music. She couldn't remember who told her that drunk people slumbered very deeply, and this sounded much less embarrassing than her nurse's stories about wedding nights, but again the last time he had been drunk, he was not quite sleepy. She certainly wasn't going to encourage him one way or another that time. Adelind decided to try to ignore his gaze on her as she danced and not to think about what would take place in a few hours. Maybe she could convince him that he was very tired, by that time, treat it as if the idea was coming from him, and tell him that she was fine with it and that they could go to sleep in good friendship. She would have to try that. In the mean time, she was getting out of breath dancing with such a tight gown on, so she decided to go back to her seat.

As she did, for some reason she remembered the tax scrolls again, and this time didn't manage to distract herself from her worries, so she couldn't help asking "By the way, now that I think of it, did you ever find the documents you were looking for? You know, in the Library...". She sat down near Tancred, arranging her skirts about her to avoid looking at him in the eye. It wasn't exactly a woman's domain, certainly not if she had any male kin. Now that she happened to have a brand new lord husband, why would she have to concern herself with numbers and figures instead of enjoying the perks of being married? Unless of course she didn't trust him his intentions toward her people... She picked up her cup, reminding herself not to drink any quicker than a lady should, and took a small sip. It was much tso strong for her taste and she assumed that this, too, was best left to men.


Adam's job definitely wasn't the easiest for a girlfriend, so in the beginning Rachel didn't worry when he didn't contact her. Then she started wondering what was happening, and it wasn't long until she was beside herself with anxiety. She didn't have anyone she could tell about it. Her friends from school didn't really know about her boyfriend's job, and her mother... She had enough on her plate. There was no way she was going to burden her with that story.

She tried to tell herself that he would call one day out of the blue and she would be mad at him and he would apologize, have a good excuse, and come back all sorry and guilty. She would make him pay for the stress and move on... Except it didn't happen. She was still waiting for something, anything. There had to be a real problem. Adam just wasn't that way. He cared about her feelings, he was cautious and he was a professional. Not the type of guy who misread a map and ended up in the wrong place at all.

She had begun to rack her brain, trying hard not to allow worry to take over, and she had remembered something interesting. Years before, she had once overheard - eavesdropped on, really - her father claiming that some guy was basically a low life, but the best at various misions including finding someone who was going missing. Unfortunately, it took a much longer time to remember the man's name, and even worse, when she finally found his contact after rummaging through her father's old papers - her mother had kept everything as is, hoping for normality to come back one day - she immediately figured out that he was the man her father messed with, ultimately fucking up his own life.

She had hesitated, of course. It wasn't like she wanted to be in touch with him, or she expected him to welcome her into his life. But there was no one else, even her father had been adamant that he was the best, if not the only one. And her father hated that guy so bad, that it could only be true. So she decided to call him anyway. She had nothing to lose, it had been a long time ago, and she wasn't her father, she rationalized. Of course she expected to pay for it, and a few smiles couldn't hurt either.

So she called, having rehearsed several times before, hoping to sound cool and confident but serious. She hadn't expected him to just shut her up and tell her to obey very precise instructions, but she had refrained from sighing outloud, and agreed. It was totally out there, but worth it. She could understand that such a man was a bit paranoid... She had no idea how she would find 10 000 euros over one day. Her card would never allow it. But it wasn't a problem, she told herself. She was going to bring what she could, borrowing from friends and she knew her mother had some cash at home in case of emergency, as many older people did. That would do, she would explain the man that it was all she could gather in such a short time.

Rachel slept poorly that night, and her day at law school went by in a blur. It was a relief to be back home, though she was getting more and more nervous as she knew that it would soon be time to leave. She had selected tight blue jeans and a sheer beige blouse, accessorized with a brown belt and a delicate necklace that she hoped distracted the eye from how see through her top was. Flats or sneakers would have been more practical, but she decided to go for high heeled pumps for the extra boost of confidence. Hopefully some make up would help her look attractive but no nonsense, not too young to be taken seriously. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, trying to gauge whether the sheer blouse and the make up were over the top. She decided she was just putting her best foot forward, and she had no time to agonize over this anyway.

Hopping into her small car, a second hand thing that wasn't too pretty but did its job and that she didn't feel too bad keeping messy, she turned the key and some silly song started playing. She needed her concentration, even with the GPS, so she turned off the radio, annoyed.

After losing some time trying to understand what the GPS wanted from her, she finally arrived at the hotel and made sure that her phone was turned off. She had never heard of that place, and doubted that anyone around her had. At least she wouldn't cross any familiar face. Her enthusiasm was hard to keep when she came in and it was just as stereotypically dreadful as it could be. She headed toward the front desk, avoiding to notice every depressing detail, and waited until she was away from the creeper to roll her eyes at his crude innuendo. She had been on the verge of telling him she didn't want any of that, but better stay not too noticeable... She second guessed her looks again fleetingly, and hated herself for that.

As she was looking for the right room, her heels clicking on the not too clean ground, she couldn't help thinking that this place would be the ideal hide out for some Dexter style serial killer, too. Finally spotting the room, she swiped the card and entered, wondering if she was there first, or if he had left already. She was really nervous, a feeling she wasn't that used to experiencing, and that she absolutely hated. She was taking the pitifully low class interior decoration when she felt something cold against her head - it had to be a gun - and someone pushing her in.

She understood it had to be him at once. She obeyed his order, trying hard to breathe, allowing him to get a hold of the duffel bag.
"No, no" she replied as calmly as she could in such a situation. He was obviously tense, and she didn't want him doing anything stupid. Heading toward the wall she tried not to rile him up, apparently still not complying soon enough to his taste. She kept answering and willed herself to not react as he was patting her down. Did he really think she was working for her father, or was he somehow taking revenge? Both? He had reasons to be wary of her, but he seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a little bit too much, and she bit her lower lip hard as he grabbed her breasts to resist an urge to tell him off.

When it was over, she waited for him to say something. He took his time before allowing her to get away from that stupid wall and she sat down, her legs protesting as if she had been standing all day.
She stared at him for a moment, noting that he was a handsome, well dressed man with a cold, almost scary gaze. There was no denying that the man was much more impressive than she would have expected, even without the whole spiel about the wire. She wasn't really impressed by most people, and told herself that he was simply attempting to intimidate her. No biggy, she told herself, but she couldn't forget the feeling of the gun against her head.

The young woman felt discouraged just hearing how complicated it all would be - and how expensive, too. Even 10 000 euros had proven impossible to find in one day, and she wasn't looking forward to him noticing that quite a bit was missing. Maybe he would be a gentleman and he wouldn't count, she desperately wished. Right...

It wasn't like her to be that easily giving up, though, so she tried to keep her poker face, willingly ignoring the ominous hint that maybe Adam was already dead.
"That won't be a problem", she replied, pushing back a dark strand behind her ear and staring back into his eyes. "I'll take a loan, borrow here and there". She wasn't that confident that it could work, and even less certain that he would buy it. Not that she had any other option. She hadn't gone through all that crap just to be kicked out.


"Are you listening, dear?", Charlotte dared repeat as she was getting no answer from her newfound friend. She was definitely eager to get to know people in her husband's entourage, and had obviously chosen Emma, probably deeming her the safest choice. That thought amused the blond, taller woman. Granted, Charlotte's husband wouldn't interest her if he was the only man left in this wretched town, but she had no way to know that - which definitely meant that he had heard nothing about her list of misbehaviours, or chosen not to believe in them. Which meant she was exceptionally self confident despite her petty looks, or exceptionally limited.

Shrugging slightly, she turned her attention back to Charlotte, who was apparently warming up to her enough to allow herself to look slightly frustrated, and willing to tell her all about her school years, as if that was of any interest. She comforted herself with the thought that any man spotting them together would only find her even more beautiful from the comparison. She should actually invite her more often, and go shopping with her. She could carry the bags, too. That was a lovely, lovely idea, one that encouraged her to smile to her useful acquaintance.

Emma had decided not to drink until the evening was over, but in such company... she definitely needed it, her first glass already empty as her new friend was turning to be endlessly loquacious. She would get a head ache by the end of the night, she thought, so let it be from booze. She would happily grab another glass if she could even get close to the buffet. She would be even more relieved to bring back one of those luxurious French pastries which name she couldn't pronounce to Charlotte, just so she would silence herself with it. But she couldn't be bothered. For some reason people tended to misbehave around buffets, spilling sauces, pushing or plainly wrapping up some food to bring home as others were waiting. In the end of the night, there would always be someone to comment that it looked like a war zone and start up with stories about the trenches. What a shame, she told herself, a drink will have to wait. And so would a smoke, as the hostess and queen of the party couldn't exactly slip out to freely enjoy a cigarette far from those who may deem it unrefined.

The man coming toward them would certainly be just the right distraction, though. He definitely had the right face and she liked even his voice.

"Nice to meet you Mr Forrester", she replied in a honeyed voice, using quite another tone than the ironical one she had inflicted on the mousy lady or the scathing demands she made on the staff. In one instant all her projects about using Charlotte, and Charlotte herself, were forgotten as if they had never existed, relegated to the trashcan of history - not unlike what her own husband was doing to her if someone as much as mentioned business around him. After staring just a bit too much, she gave him a coy smile and remembered to extend her smaller, well manicured hand to the man she was now certain she had never met before.

Still old habits died hard and she never totally forgot that she was in the public eye, and that there had to be a reason her husband had mentioned her. Now, what was he expecting from her? She couldn't tell. Yet. It could simply be about socializing. Keeping him occupied- was something bad going to happen to that handsome fellow?- or on contrary, reminding him tactfully of how lucky he was to work for the family. The possibility she liked best was simply that the boss was proud of her and had been unable not to discuss her even with a stranger. One who actually didn't look to be Irish, or was he? She was wary of outsiders, but she could get past her petty racism for the night. In any case the myserious stranger wasn't afraid of staring back and she liked the overconfident vibe she was sensing. And contrary to when she had met the boss, this time she was experienced enough to toy with him. Maybe that vibe was why her own husband had selected him for whatever mission too... Her curiosity was piqued in so many ways, despite, or maybe because of all those red flags... But she wasn't going to make it easy for him, so she didn't say more, waiting to assess how much the man actually knew and what he expected. And how motivated he was. Often very handsome men were terribly stupid, which spoiled her fun a tad. It was so much more enjoyable to tease someone who realized what was going on, but couldn't help coming back for more.


When Irina married her high school sweetheart and settled down in the small town they had both grown up in, she would have never dreamed that one day she would find herself in the midst of such luxury. This didn't matter, she reminded herself. It could have been fun with Dmitri, but Dmitri was dead, and now only the mission mattered. It wouldn't bring him back, but he would be avenged.

When that mysterious organization contacted, they had emphasized how devoted her husband had been to their cause. How proud he would be now, if he could see her deciding to go on with the sacred mission of liberating Helonia from its dictator. They didn't even ask her to die for this, they said, just to live to get rid of the man who was ultimately guilty for her husband's passing.

At first she had refused. It didn't interest her, and even if it did, she had no way of helping them. She simply wanted to be allowed to mourn and be left alone. But they didn't relent, and in the end she found herself convinced that the man deserved to die even more than she deserved her quiet. It would also be the ultimate irony that a woman would come to replace him in time.
She had to go through some long and intense training before she was remotely ready, despite her motivation. She couldn't afford to fail. But now she was more than ready, and for the first time she had left her area, trying hard not to let anyone on the plane notice that it was her first time.

For some reason she wondered if she would recognize him from start as she entered the luxurious building. Of course it was silly. They had made her watch so many pictures and videos of the man that she probably would find him drunk and with one eye closed.
She waited for longer than she would have wanted, her high stress level making it seem endless, until she was finally introduced in the room where the party - and her mission - was beginning.

She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She reminded herself not to be that gawking country girl who would have stepped into another world by mistake. She really wasn't that girl anymore, anyway. She had feared that her beige, lacy long gown was hopelessly overdressed, but she had been instructed to wear it, and she was now acknowledging that it was just perfect. She would do well to remember to strictly obey the orders. She wasn't in her wholesome, simple little world anymore, she chided herself. She was among superficial, immoral people. And she had to look the part now. She wasn't naive enough to think that they had only selected her because she would crave revenge, and that all the pretty clothes were just about fitting in and not being too obviously an outsider.

Her superiors knew she wasn't happy about that part of the mission. They had laughed, openly laughed when she had suggested that maybe she could try befriending him instead, be a listening ear. Or something. Of course they were right, that man wasn't going to just want to talk. If he had feelings, he kept them to himself. As she did. Her training had probably taken care of what little sensitivity still remained after Dmitri. Her own family had been shocked and surprised when she had suddenly dropped her mourning clothes and started being constantly out and about. Little did they know why... She could never tell them, but she had discovered that some things were even more important than wallowing in self pity, she had a duty toward her country and she assumed this was also how the older man felt, misguided as he was. She shook her head softly, refusing to even start to empathize with her target. Targets never became friends or lovers, they said, or you were in deep, deep trouble. She exhaled deeply, her well manicured hand playing a lose strand of blond hair as she headed toward the buffet to give herself a countenance.

Soon it would be time to find a way to get introduced to the dictator, and pretend to be this girl who admired him so much she wanted to write a damned book about him. It was quite ironical. It would have been so much easier to just shoot him down, even if it meant dying too. But Irina wasn't sure she wanted to die, and she had been given orders that she would follow. There was so much information one -she- could extract before it was fnally time to end it, and he didn't deserve a quick, relatively honorable death.


Rachel had noticed how quickly the guy gulped down the water, as if he was afraid she would take it away. This was not something she could envision herself doing, and that led her to wonder if he had, or would, or if it had been done to him previously. Or both.
The topic of what on Earth had happened with his friends was uncomfortable, too close to home, but she felt a need to know. Not that she could show how uneasy she was about it all, anyway. "Did you see who shot them? It would be easier if I could just ask those guys directly. Again, not promising anything". She shrugged. The town nurse would have nothing to do with this, only trying to help out of compassion, and that was the vibe she needed to give off now, even though she was dreading his answer.

As she listened to his little speech, she started to get a better idea of the man she had in front of her. So maybe he was ex military or something. It made sense. She liked to think he became that suspicious in some Afghan hell hole and not because of the way he had been treated in Haven.
She didn't correct him as he called her Miss. This was not exactly a lie, she could simply have not noticed or heard correctly. She tried not to react either as he said he thought she was pretty, hating herself for even dwelling on it. He was probably saying it to everyone, unless he was trying to flatter her and mess with her mind. That sounded likely. She really hated that type of guy, and she would have to remember that.

"Ok, deal", she answered. If he wanted to play games, she would play games too. After all she had survived up to now, which meant she was more than able to hold her own when she had to. She was unsure why he wanted to know her name that bad. He could simply have asked her, and had she refused... why would he care? As for her, she had many questions she could want answered. She could decide to be all altruistic and ask him to tell her if he needed any medical help. Or she could ask something about her husband... But she doubted, or didn't want to believe, that he would have much to tell. She already knew his ways were sometimes interesting, even unorthodox. This had to be their top one reason to fight. You didn't become a Governor if you couldn't handle getting your hands a bit dirty. Even as she agreed with that, she was unable to hide she found it nauseating, but that was another story and none of his business. Finally, she could simply be a bitch and see if he would reveal something about his own town. Maybe the exact location, or even some kind of map. Johnny would love that... and in the end, wasn't it part of the deal? Saving him, in order for her to help them get some intel?
That begged the question: did he underestimate her because she had been friendly? It was almost insulting, and still she was more than used to it, and it had saved her several times. He had not appeared so trusting though. She would have to be clever, and be very careful with that one. Maybe it was a positive thing if he was slightly underestimating her, and she shouldn't take advantage of this occasion. She didn't even really trust him to not go back on his word if he hated her question. Still, if he complied, then she couldn't miss such an opportunity.

Looking down to him, watching him intently, she began: "Since you really want to know, my name is Rachel". She grinned. "Not sure how interesting it is, but now you definitely know". He had never stated that she should mention a surname, and had not done it either. Hopefully this didn't give away her real identity.
"And now my own question... What do you plan to do when they interrogate you?". She crossed her arms, waiting for an answer. She had to know if she was losing her time and energy trying to saving him, and how much she should invest in the whole situation. She still was unsure if she had been right, or if she would have been quite that adamant if she hadn't wanted to prove a point and show some guys that her husband was still listening to her opinion at least as much as theirs. The Governor would be so mad that she had just lost an occasion to get some useful piece of information, but if he heard of this she could pretend she was trying to assess how cooperative he would be... Which was the case. Just not exactly for the reason her husband would have expected.


He has noticed me, I'm certain of that now. He is slightly smirking, openly giving me the up and down and I could feel his gaze on me even without looking at him. I have developed quite an instinct for that, telling me when I was being observed. This time though it felt rather safe, as safe as Stansfield could be. He doesn't want me dead, he just want wants me.

For a short instant, I tell myself that he recognized me and I know fear, my stomach cramping up. I'm not ready to take down such a guy, not without a solid plan and days if not weeks of organization... I immediately chide myself for this weakness. He can't recognize me, he has certainly forgotten about my whole family as he moved on to other victims. I know I have changed, too, both physically - which is obvious - and mentally. My eyes are on his face and I don't want to find him handsome, so I concentrate on the fact that hopefully he'll be dead within an hour, a night at most.

When I find myself close enough he starts speaking, bringing me back a decade ago. If there had been any lingering doubt, which there hadn't, it was gone. That is definitely his voice and his style. He is certainly creative – not a man to be underestimated - and I could laugh at his fake name if I wasn't so stressed and on edge.

"Bonjour", I reply, my accent perfect after all those years in La Ville Lumière. "Nice to meet you Vincent". Vincent my ass, I know who you are Stansfield. I realize that I should probably make up a name for myself, and for some reason I'm drawing a blank. "I'm M... Miranda".

Lame. I really hate myself for stuttering. I'm not the stuttering type. I strike and I don't hesitate, but somehow it's different tonight. Now he's going to think that I'm much too interested in him, maybe even impressed with his good looks, or whatever a sociopath like him imagines. It makes me hate him even more, if that's possible. I can't get past my mistake and obsess over it until I'm distracted by his behavior.

I catch his gaze on my legs, eyeing me up and not even trying to be discrete - and I stifle anger, disgust and maybe something else that I don't care to analyze. It feels so surreal it's almost funny. I did imagine that a man like him would love to show off with much younger arm candy, but I actually thought that it would have been more difficult, that he would have been more guarded. He can't have changed that much. I wonder if it's a trap or a test and smile.

I gracefully approach and shrug softly.
"Pourquoi pas", I declare, ever the Parisian. Let's not display too much enthusiasm, even though he may well be aware that I was hoping for him to notice me, just not for the reason he imagines. I wish he was playing along and at least pretending not to be certain I was basically for sale. Of course I know what the whole situation has to look like, the short skirt targeting the older, classy fellow whose expensive suit screams American dollars. No biggy, I would put up with all that even though it hurt my pride, but I certainly wasn't going to cheapen myself and state that I was after his money. Let him assume that though. After his money, after his looks, whatever, soon Stansfield would be deader than dead with a bullet in his non existent heart. Soon would be best. I encourage his attention with a smile playing on my red lips.

Unfortunately at that very moment a new problem presents itself: how exactly am I supposed to get rid of the guy? I don't exactly go clubbing expecting to chance upon him. Then it dawns on me. He is a cop, he probably has a gun, at least at home if he isn't carrying one. Especially that kind of cop. Once again I wonder what he does in Paris. Wherever it is, I hope I can find it, because I would rather avoid having to use a kitchen knife or something. What would Léon do? Certainly not seduce his target... Yet for the moment I don't see any other way out.
 
I don’t RP through threads and chats because

I used to RP on those, too and then I stopped. Here’s why:

No chat. It’s simply impractictal.
- I like to keep the RP to re-read (on my fav site pms have a thread mode that I love - feel free to ask me about it, Google doc is also great and emails are relatively simple)
- Most though not all co-writers tend to go for “quick and short” on it, which is absolutely not my style
- It ends up mixing the RP with OOC comments and even chit chat
- I don’t want to keep it open for hours
- I don’t have accounts anymore, except the Google chat that comes with my email and I never use. I would be open to using it for OOC/chit chat.

The problem with threads…
- “Why did you post here but not there?” is the main reason why I gave up. I can’t stand the drama, the pming my other co-writers (yes it happened), the hounding and comparing and envying…
- Getting judged on the content. Too vanilla, too extreme, too historical, too modern, I’ve heard it all. The truth is I’m very versatile and people judge at first reading much too often.

I still provide 6 co-writers opinions on top of my thread, and examples of my writing in many styles and no less than two languages. That’s more than many thread players can claim ;)
 
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