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Onyx

mushroom prince
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Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
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RP INFO
Availability: Open
Libertine: Yes (18+)
Settings: Modern (supernatural, dark)
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CHARACTER NAME

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BASIC INFORMATION
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  • COMMON NAME ---
  • AGE
  • NATIONALITY
  • OCCUPATION
  • SEXUALITY


APPEARANCE
HAIR
EYES
BUILD
PROMINENT FEATURES
STYLE
OTHER



STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES
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PERSONALITY
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HISTORY
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Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Posting Speed
Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
Temir Aslan Ochoa

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name
Temir Aslan Ochoa
(The only member of Maximilian's crew who does not go by an alias)

age
?

sex/gender
Cisgender male. Feminine gender presentation.

sexual orientation
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species
? needs a name

appearance
Horned, cloven hoofed race. From the small island of ___. Selectively mute. Dark brown, almost grey, freckled skin; red eyes; patches of darker pigment on joints and under eyes, spotted like a fawn's. Muscular, but small, standing at a mere 5'5". Very strong legs naturally, but has worked to keep a good upper body strength. Androgynous face and build (wider hips, some curves unusual for men of other races, common for those of ___ blood).

personality

Selectively mute because of ???

brief history
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Onyx

mushroom prince
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Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
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Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
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ha haa fooled you there's nothing even here!

While Adrien supposed it wasn't common to see a French person around these parts, his partner's reaction to it still struck him as odd. He might have even commented on it, had it not immediately been followed up by the promise to fuck him into the mattress as many times as he could handle it. All other thoughts were pushed out of his giddy little brain the second he heard those words. "Fuck yeah," he breathed, arching into those strong hands as they pawed at his ass. Yeah, this was definitely what he needed tonight.


Uriel tries his hardest to stay conscious and alert as the handler and this new arrival speak. The man behind him finally removes his hands from his body, leaving him to stand by himself. It's much harder than it should be, and he has to reach out to grasp the handrails on the stairs to keep steady. It feels like he's walking on stilts, both from the unsteadiness of his legs and from the fact that if he glances down at his feet, he swears the distance between his head and the ground is much greater than normal. Such a bizarre sight makes him dizzy, and soon he needs both hands grasping the rail for dear life lest he come crashing down.

By the time he's regained his footing, the two men have stopped talking to each other, and the new one has stepped closer to him, peering at him like he's a spectacle. Uriel does a double take as he stares at him. Two pointed ears. His eyes lazily follow the angles of his body, where they zero in on a tail. His eyebrows shoot into his mop of white curls. This man is a cat, just like him. It should be comforting to be in the company of his own kind, and superficially, to his addled brain, it is -- but it also means that whoever bought him, who really bought him, has a 'type'. Even though he visibly relaxes upon realizing that he's being left in the care of another shifter, deep in the back of his mind his fear only rises. The sour feeling in his stomach grows stronger, harder to ignore.

'You know what's happening, don't you?' The words take a moment to really settle on Uriel. When they do, all he can do is laugh.

"No," he mumbles, only one word in response to everything he was just asked. 'No' is the only word running through his mind. Yes, he knows what's happening - drugged or not, he's not an idiot - and yes, he's heard that the monsters who purchased his life are senators, but no, he doesn't know where he's going, no he doesn't want to go there, and no he doesn't want to get into another fucking strange car and be carted off to who knows where, even if it's a placid cat accompanying him there.

But what other option does he have? He can't just stay here, clinging to the handrail until the drug wears off. The handler

“An' you know what? He fuckin' sucked at giving head.”

If the weary look on the bartender's face was anything to go by, Adrien had had too much to drink. If you did not trust the bartender, then one look at his face, three times redder than his neck, his grey eyes glassy and half-lidded, would confirm it. Though he was no stranger to mind impairing substances, he did not normally drink this much. In the past, if he wanted to escape reality, he would turn to harder drugs, but today technically marked his six-month sobriety from opiates. It just also marked his one-year anniversary of cutting off the parasite that got him addicted in the first place: his ex-boyfriend, Isaac.

Said ex-boyfriend was who Adrien had been ranting about for the past hour, to anyone who was willing to listen, and to those too unfortunate to escape his soul sucking orbit. Unfortunately for the bartender, he was in the second category.

“So you've mentioned,” he intoned, casting a desperate glance to his coworker across the bar. Such a look completely bypassed Adrien, who scoffed, pushing his empty glass towards him.

“It's worth sayin' twice!” He'd shout it to the rooftops if he could. He wanted to tell the entire universe what an egotistical, manipulative, abusive piece of shit Isaac was, like it would make any difference. That man was well out of the country by now. Adrien was hardly the only lonely teenaged boy he had preyed upon. He was just one of the few lucky enough to realize what was happening before it killed him—but not before acquiring a lifetime of scars.

Three times,” the bartender replied, taking Adrien's glass and placing it in the rack of dirty glasses behind him. Adrien scoffed again, making a grand gesture with his hands in lieu of a response. He stared at the bartender, waiting for another refill, and when none came, he reached sadly across the bar. “I'm cutting you off,” the bartender said. Adrien looked highly offended.

“Why!” Having lost all sense of decorum, his voice was much too loud, French accent hugging each word like an ugly jumper. It was much thicker when he was drunk. The bartender rolled his eyes at his dramatics, fixing him with a withering glare. “Nate, please. This is serious.”

If the bartender wasn't his friend, there was a one-hundred percent chance he would have been kicked out onto his ass by now. Even now such treatment was not out of the question.

“Adrien,” Nate sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know today is a rough day for you, but you're drunk as hell. You need to stop drinking and get the hell out of here. You're annoying as fuck and in the way.”

Adrien looked aghast at such an insult, but even this drunk, he could not properly argue against it. He was definitely annoying. He just didn't want to be alone today, at all costs. He couldn't trust himself not to do something much dumber than get piss drunk on tequila cocktails at his friend's bar if he was by himself.

Defeated, he draped himself across the bar-top, staring at his friend. “Will you call me a taxi?” he asked, so sadly that for a moment, Nate almost felt sorry for him.

“Yeah,” he said, reaching out to pat him gently on the shoulder. “So get the hell out of here. Go home, sober up. And you better pay me back for all the tips you sucked up by driving away everyone else.”

Adrien laughed, but it was a hollow sound. There was little he found humour in these days. “I will,” he said in a lazy sing-song. “I promise.” Nate rolled his eyes and shoved him playfully.

“Go wait out front,” he said, making his way to the back of the bar. “Cab'll probably be here in around 10 minutes.” They usually were.

“Shit, sorry,” he grumbled, staggering backwards. “Didn't see ya...” Adrien trailed off as his eyes lazily appraised the veritable giant he stumbled into. His eyes widened at the sheer size of him. “Whoa, man! You're fuckin' huge!” Being rude at the best of times, there was no chance for Adrien to keep his thoughts to himself now.
 
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Onyx

mushroom prince
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Posting Speed
Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
“No,” he replied, a bit stubbornly, even as he was forced to shift the weight of the bow on his shoulders once more. “I must get used to it. We’ll be walking for quite a while, after all.” Not just until they reached their next destination, but probably for many miles after that, for however long he was at Zaros’s side. “It’s never too soon to start working on my upper body strength.”




This is Uriel. He is a bratty little shapeshifter who showed up one day on the door step of a brothel, like some sort of really shitty fairy tale. I'm looking for someone who also has a gratuitous love of cat boys/kemonomimis to play opposite him - but I'm a li'l picky. I'm looking for something kind of specific.

(PS, you can click on that picture to go to his character profile on here)

THE PLOT
Living among humans are what are colloquially known as 'shifters' - human-animal hybrids that are capable of shapeshifting between an animal form and a quasi-human form. Unfortunately, these shifters are not in good standing in society. They are a relatively recent mutation, showing up seemingly out of nowhere only around ~500 years ago. Humans outnumber them roughly 10 to 1, and they face severe discrimination from humanity. Many shifters are forced to become prostitutes, or live on the streets. Most harrowing of all - though it is technically illegal - slave auctions are commonly held underground for the ownership of the prettiest of shifters. It is known by all, but rarely spoken of.

Uriel is a prostitute, and has been since he was a teenager. For the most part, he is savvy, but all it takes is one slip-up to find yourself waking up on the stage of one of these auctions. He normally doesn't get into cars, but this time he does. Foolishly, of course. So very foolishly. Whatever drug they inject him with knocks him out entirely, and when he comes to, he has no idea where he is - just that he is sore, confused, and very, very naked.

Though the plot does have slave elements, I'd like to make it clear that I do not want the relationship between our characters to be that of a master/slave. Uriel would make a terrible slave anyway. We can work out exactly the relationship between our characters/the route we want the story to take together (but I think it would be especially fun if your character also happens to be a shifter. At the very least, Uriel would be much more likely to trust him that way). All that being said, I would love to find someone who can punish him in bed a li'l when we get there. :^ )

THE OTHER PLOT...?
Alternatively, I've got a less dark, more comedic plot idea involving Uriel being a con-man. He seduces men, pretends he's in love with them, and when he ends up at their place for a fling, he robs them blind. It's dumb, but I think it could be very fun.

Anyway I just wanna use this stupid cat in a role-play because he is my Favourite and I am too old to feel ashamed about loving cat boys

KINKS 'N SHIT
Specifically Uriel's - but both he and I are open to suggestions, barring your usual gross-out fetishes.

Here's his F-List.

ABOUT ME
Most important thing first: I am not a rapid-fire role-player. I am also not a predictable role-player. I cannot ever guarantee that I'm going to get a reply out to you quickly or routinely; all I can guarantee is that I'll put forth all my effort into it. I ask for your patience, and in return I will give you mine.

Tying into the above - please do not pester me for replies! A gentle nudge once a week is fine, but please no more than that. I am a sensitive baby and don't take well to this. Just like your computer, I'm not going to work faster if you hit me. Proverbially. But also please don't find me and hit me literally. That would make me sad.

I'm friendly but extremely shy. I love to talk to my partners OOC and babble on about our characters, but it takes me a while to warm up to people. However, don't feel shy about sending me your own burbles and songs and head canons! I love that shit! Once we get to know each other a little better I'm down to chat on Discord, too.

I consider myself an adept+ writing and I am looking for an intermediate+ partner. I personally tend to write a lot; just a warning!








Erebus could not imagine his waifish flower of a son
disciplining such an unruly slave, and his lip curled
at the thought. For someone who was so adamant upon
never owning a human slave, who protested at length
the treatment of the creatures at vampire hands, it
was strange that Deimos would not only relent, but
pick a specimen as strong as David. Glancing back at
his son, Erebus scoffed. There was something amiss
there, but he could not pinpoint it. He only knew
that





"... Of course," he huffed, tilting his head to the side in order to expose his neck. "I feel refreshed after resting, so I'm sure I'll be able to please you thoroughly today." If he was lucky, Arros would not want to fuck his ass, and would be content with his mouth instead. Emile did not have high hopes, however. The prince seemed to do what he wanted with little regard for anyone else (ignoring the fact that he had just risked his hide to ensure that Emile's sister was taken care of).


Elias couldn't help but feel awkward, standing between the two brothers.

It was very strange. These two had purchased time with him, spending what Elias knew was a pretty penny to lay with him, yet they behaved almost as though Elias was the one intruding on them. He felt like a third wheel in his own room, a place where he was supposed to feel in control. Instead, he only felt uneasy, a solid weight settling in his stomach as he watched the two brothers interact like he wasn't even there.

Such unease abated only slightly when Jeremiah took hold of his jaw and stole a deep, hungry kiss from him. At the very least, it reminded him that he was wanted. Something about being wanted by someone with such a strong personality pleased him, though he felt very silly at feeling what amounted to jealousy over being ignored for his other client. These two obviously had a very strong bond, but... Elias wanted to feel desired, too. He would never admit it, but that was part of the reason why he worked here.

Though he remained captivated by Jeremiah's lips, Elias's

He knew that his cocks were his main draw as an escort, that despite being quite beautiful he would not be nearly as popular without them, but he still found himself quite flustered every time someone made a point to lavish attention on them. He most certainly wasn't used to being sucked on like this, like he was dessert, some delicacy to be treasured; normally he was the one performing this act. Thallius's enthusiasm had heat creeping up his neck and flushing his pale face, drawing attention to his ruby red eyes.

His moans were soft but genuine. When the head of his larger cock rubbed against the roof of Thallius's mouth, his leg jerked and toes flexed. This man, despite his rather immature behaviour, was certainly not inexperienced. Elias released a shaky sigh, eyebrows knit together as he sucked on his lower lip, reddening it. He wanted to make sure he looked pretty for Jeremiah, who seemed more intent on supervising than participating, at least for now. Well, voyeurism was far from the most uncommon interest among the salon's patrons.

The dynamic between the two brothers was strange, though. In fact, Elias wasn't fully sure how to behave in this situation. He certainly didn't know what to say. He was rather submissive by nature, seemingly just like Thallius, and thus the thought of murmuring some of the often degrading phrases said to him while he performed fellatio made his stomach pull itself into knots. It didn't feel right. He glanced up from the mess of heat and saliva in his lap to spare a glance at Jeremiah, though he could make out nothing.


Izzy was unbelievably rude! If his life didn’t literally hang on getting this guy into bed, Lysander wouldn’t have even bothered continuing his pursuit of him. There was obviously something very wrong with him. Lysander was cute, and flirty, and was a fucking incubus, for Lucifer’s sake. Izzy should have been unable to resist him. He most certainly shouldn’t have hurled such venom at him. Frankly, he should have been grateful that Lysander didn’t violate him in his sleep!

His failure was most certainly not because he was bad at flirting, or bad at his job (which he was, and he knew it). The fault definitely all lied with Izzy.

With a huff, Lysander marched back to the couch where his clothes were laying. He shimmied into his tight pink underwear, feeling himself up a little as he did so (yes, it certainly wasn’t that he was physically unappealing), and then pulled on the rest of his outfit. As he raked his fingers through his hair, it occurred to him that he would probably need to conjure himself another outfit or two. He hadn’t even thought about it, since this was only supposed to be a one night assignment. Lysander pouted. Nothing was going right.

Now he had to think about how to best continue. He could chase after Izzy, but that seemed like a bad idea, even to him. Even the nicest of humans became grouchy when they were ‘hungover’. Izzy was, obviously, not a nice human, and had become downright hostile.

no need to ping; I'm subscribed!
(because I know my name is hard to spell)

I spend a lot of time looking for new dragons but sometimes (often) I'm just too lazy to surf the AH

I'm especially interested in unique dragons. I know that can mean a lot of things, but I'm very fond of interesting dragons with interesting (but aesthetically pleasing) gene and colour combos. I'm not so much interested in triples or cry/face/glim, but I won't discount them altogether.

favs:
Spirals, Pearlcatchers, male Faes, Wildclaws, Skydancers
Wasp/Bee, Jaguar/Rosette, Pinstripe/Trail, Skink/Spinner, Metallic, Iridescent, Glimmer, Opal, Firefly

Those are my favourites, but I'll look at dragons of any breed/gene except the following; please don't show me dragons with these!

dislikes:
Clown/Eyespots, Bar/Daub, Crackle, Gembond, Okapi, Smoke, Circuit

I'm not really a big fan of Tundras but in the interest of branching out a bit, I'll look at those, too. Maybe I'll find one I like. P:


  • Hello, friends! My name is Opal. I'm here, I'm queer 25 years old, Canadian, and I stay up way too late. My gender is (?), so if you could use they/them pronouns for me (should the need ever arise), I would appreciate it immensely! Most importantly, I'm looking for a few partners to join me in playing out a few ideas I have!

    March 21 - My anxiety and poor coping habits got the best of me and I fucked up real bad regarding starting up some role-plays. Please accept my sincerest apologies. I worry I've truly upset some people and am therefore too much of an anxious mess to reply to PMs directly right now, but if by chance you are still interested in starting something after my colossal screw up, please let me know! Mostly I am just embarrassed for my actions. I'm trying very hard to force myself back into better habits again. I was doing so well, too. RIP

    about me
    For best results, look at my role-play resume.

    - Right now I am only interested in M/M role-plays. M/M, relationships between two men, not yaoi. This is an important distinction. I am not interested in yaoi tropes at all, in fact I find them very insulting! Please don't use the terms 'uke' or 'seme' around me.

    - I'm forgetful, easily stressed, and have weird rituals about replying to people. Feel free to jab me if you think I've forgotten (just please not every day!).

    - My posting speed is unpredictable, unfortunately. Depending on circumstances (my mental health, whether I'm currently obsessed with a video game, whether I'm currently obsessed with our role-play) it can change from multiple posts a day to one or two posts a week. Sometimes life kicks me in the ass and I can't keep up, even after a few weeks. If this happens, I'll let you know. I post updates in my status (and blog) a lot, so keep an eye on that!

    - I like to write a lot. My starter posts are often between 800 and 1200 words, and my posts after that can range anywhere between 300-600 words or more, depending on the situation. You don't have to write this much; just warning you that I do, so please don't run away if I show up with a long post! (That being said I do get kind of sad when I churn out a 1000 starter and receive a 200 word reply in return with little to work with. Pls try not to do that.)

    - I love to chat OOC. I like to make friends. I like to know my partners are as excited about the role-play as I am. I like to find songs that suit my characters and the story. If you like those things, too, I think we'll get along great. :-D

    - I like sex. I like plot. I really like when the sex is part of the plot.

    - A lot of my boys are on the feminine side. Not all of them, but a lot of them. If this doesn't jive with you, I do have some characters that are more masculine in appearance. But I do enjoy my boys who don't give a fuck about gender roles. :-)

    - I only role-play via thread. I'm sorry, but I can't make exceptions for this - it will be no fun for anyone involved!

    - I only use art for character images. I'm simply not comfortable using real photos/faces for my characters, I'm sorry!

    - I'm ditch friendly. I have infinite patience and I will never pressure you for replies. I understand that this is a hobby, and we all have real lives outside of the computer screen. If for whatever reason you're not feeling the role-play any more, that's just fine. I don't mind. I mean, I'd appreciate it if you let me know, but even if you don't, I won't cry.


    I don't mind having multiple role-plays with the same partner. When you find a good partner, you gotta keep 'em!

    On dominant/submissive characters:
    To be quite frank, I am super tired of the dominant/submissive dynamic in role-plays. I see a lot of folks who only play 'submissive' characters which often seems to mean that they are looking to play very passively and have their partner take full control of everything in the role-play. I'm not interested in this. I want a partner who contributes to plotting and to moving the story forward. I want a partner who doesn't play waifish characters who have zero backbone and will fall over if the wind blows on them.

    I'm sorry if any of that seems mean, but I don't want to play the dominant character opposite your fragile baby. It's not fun for me.

    Important note: If your shy/submissive characters don't fall over when the wind blows on them and you're able to play them without forcing me to do all the work moving the story forward, then by all means, play them! I'm talking about a specific type of submissive character that I'm sure we have all come across at some point during our role-playing careers. If you do like playing characters like this - that's fine, you do what's fun for you! We just won't be compatible.

  • IN GENERAL

    February 08 - I've kind of fallen down the eru-guro rabbit hole again after a great many years, and have been revisiting some old monstrous characters of mine that are making me want to dabble in some very dark, grotesque stories. I'm quite interested in playing a serial murderer and/or cannibal, specifically one that is well on his way to losing his grasp on reality. I don't really have any solid plot ideas for this (well, I kind of have a couple) but I'd love to work something out. Preferably something in a 'two monsters working together' sort of companionship and not 'a monster and his victim' sort of relationship.

    Also, I am a bit interested in playing a male character with both male and female genitalia. I hate the term 'futanari', and also that term applies to characters presenting as female, so I'd like to... not... use it. Also I feel weird about this because I don't want it to be the only defining element of his character or the story, so, like... not sure where I'm going with this. But let me know if you're interested.

    Otherwise:
    Kind of fast-paced role-plays. Normally I like to write really detailed posts, and I probably still will, but I have been quite bored and quite very lonely lately so something quick and fun would be really nice.

    Also, other things that I'm really diggin' right now:

    Pre-established relationships
    Comedy
    High fantasy
    Low fantasy
    Fluff/romance/healthy, loving relationships
    On the flip side: unhealthy relationships. Is it possible to enjoy doing both?
    Also, ero-guro? Am I seventeen again? Maybe.
    Monsters/non-human characters. Two boys who love each other and then one day one of them wakes up developing wings or a tail or something strange and they deal with it together. I think this would be so cute.
    First-times, whether it be two characters' first time together, or their first time period. Virginity is fun!

    in a partner
    - Preferably a partner who likes to write long, detailed posts as much as I do. I don't require them for every post, but when I'm routinely given just a small amount to work with, I get kind of bored. This is kind of irrelevant right now. Honestly all I ask is that if I do post a lot you don't run away. : ( I never, ever expect my partner to match the length of my posts. I don't mirror match, so I certainly don't expect you to! Post what you want, so long as I have some kind of insight into your character's head!

    - Someone with a pretty good grasp on English. I'm not requiring literary perfection, here, but I do ask that you know how to dot your i's and line your t's, and maybe don't switch between tenses in a single paragraph. If you wanna write in present tense, that's cool (I love writing in present tense!), I would just appreciate if you could stay in present tense, y'know?

    - Someone patient. Sometimes I can't reply every day. I don't mind a kick in the ass once every week or so, but I get very touchy when someone starts bothering me every day to post. Keep in mind that I have infinite patience, so I will always wait for you (that sounds a bit romantic, doesn't it?). You could come back a year later and ask if I was still interested, and the answer would probably be 'yes'.

    Also straight up I just have shit communication skills. I have social anxiety and I'm always scared of upsetting or annoying people. It's something I'm working on, and I don't expect anyone to put up with my shit, but I just want to be up-front so people know ahead of time what they're getting into with me.

    - To tie in with the above: someone friendly... 8( I would really prefer someone that is easy to get along with OOC, or else I will become very intimidated by you and it will be hard to reply to the RP and even harder for me to go 'YO THIS IS WHAT'S UP'. I know this is pretty dumb, but it is how it is. Let's be friends!

    - Someone who understands that sometimes a little power playing is necessary to move the story along.


  • For a detailed list, take a look at my House Eros page.

    Some things I'm particularly fond of:
    • (Tw)incest
    • Heat/oestrus
    • Knotting
    • Dramatic age differences (no character younger than 16)
    • Hurt/comfort (basically my favourite thing)
    • Monsters/demons/non-humans
    • Bossy/dominant bottoms (esp. in a master/pet situation)
    • Coercion/black mail
    • Begging/desperation
    • Orgasm control/denial
    • Cross-dressing/boys in lingerie

    Most important things I do not like:
    • Parent/child incest
    • Anything you would do in a toilet
    • Daddy kink
    • Pony/puppy play
    • Pregnancy/m-preg/children pls no *

    On the topic of m-preg for omegaverse:
    I am fine if the possibility of male pregnancy exists in a universe. I'm just not on board for our characters conceiving and bearing a child. Infertility is an option, for added strife, or fail-proof birth control. Whichever. I just am really squicked out by pregnancy in general and don't like the element it adds to stories. No interest in playing out a family dynamic. Or it can just not exist at all, as I have written for a couple of my omegaverse ideas. Definitely more than okay with that. 8|

  • The more asterisks, the more I want to play it (though I like all of these ideas; I wouldn't put them here if I didn't).
    Plots that I am not currently seeking partners for will be struck through.
    Some plots I'm fine playing out with multiple partners, even if I have a partner already. Those will be marked with (!).

    [OMEGAVERSE] SOUL MATES ******
    Content Warnings: omega oppression, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers

    Every person has a soul mate, and is born with a mark somewhere on their body. Each mark is unique, and is only shared by one other person: the person you're to spend the rest of your life with.

    Unfortunately, not everyone is compatible with their soul mate. Nature has a cruel sense of humor that way. Our characters are not friends -- in fact, they are complete opposites. It is because of this that they are both mortified to discover that they share the same mark.

    Basically, this is an omegaverse role-play where our characters are rivals, ex-friends, or otherwise completely incompatible with each other. For bonus awkwardness, one character (let's call him Character A) is also very adamant that he's the straightest man to ever exist.

    I'd be interested in playing the omega (or character A) in this case, but I am also willing to play character B/the alpha. Since A is insistent that he's straight, he's absolutely horrified to receive his mark. I'd like this role-play to be light hearted with some dark overtones. Drama and tension is nice, but I've been wanting something a little fluffier, too. Fluff and drama! In one glorious package!

    M-preg really squicks me out, so although that's prevalent in the a/b/o trope, I'm asking to forgo it here. I was thinking that male omegas are considered an anomaly, a mistake, as they're incapable of breeding, and are shunned as a result.
    FINE YOUNG CANNIBALS *********
    Content Warnings: Cannibalism, a lot of goddamn gore, potential master/pet, blood play, dehumanization, degradation, abuse, rape, torture. Not between main characters: Character death/snuff, genital mutilation, nullification, idk, using intestines as restraints, who knows. In general just a lot of terrible shit.

    Basically I've been reminiscing about an old role-play of mine that I totally loved, but had to stop due to falling out of contact with my partner.

    As children, the two boys carried out their dark fantasy by killing a homeless man. Both of them enjoyed it immensely, and the crime went unnoticed. As they got older, one twin (character A) continued down the path of crime, while the other (character B) swallowed his pride and entered the safe, normal legal life. In their mid twenties, the twisted boy decides to seek out his brother to remind him who he really is.

    I would like to play twin A. If possible, I'd like them to be identical twins instead of fraternal.
    THE HAND THAT FEEDS *********
    Content warnings: Master/slave, femboys, dubcon

    I have both a character and an introduction for this role-play.
    https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/characters/kamil-ramza.12314/


    Your not-so-typical demon summoning role-play. Character A (Kamil) is the adopted son of a noble family, and a highly regarded alchemist. During the day, he provides standard alchemical services to the people of his city. During the night, he practices more nefarious branches of his craft. He is trying to reanimate corpses, to have a creature he has complete control over.

    Instead, he summons a demon (character B). At first he is frustrated, until he learns that in summoning this demon, he has inadvertently formed a pact with him - making him essentially the demon's master. An alternate means to an end.

    I just really love the idea of a small, feminine bottom dom and a masculine top sub.
    A DEAL ***
    Content Warnings: Dubcon, blackmail, degradation/humiliation, age differences, teacher/student - anything else we want to add.

    Character A (whom I would prefer to play) has a debt with the mob, one that he's been trying to escape from for quite some time. Character B is A's student, and also just so happens to be the mafia boss's son. Once the teacher learns this, he's horrified, but the student offers him a deal: his silence for the teacher's servitude.
    DIRTY SECRETS ****
    Content Warnings Hurt/comfort (lots of it), noncon*, horror/shock*, mental illness. Possible: Blackmail, abuse, dubcon. Depends on the road we want to take things.

    * Not between the two main characters.

    Summary: Character A loves his best friend. Character B is strapped for cash, agrees to make a porno - it's a really bad porno.

    Character A has had a crush on his best friend, Character B (whom I would prefer to play), for many years. Sometimes he thinks he's flirting with him, but he has no real idea. One day, after a particularly rough go at work, A decides to unwind at home with some porn. Only, as he's flipping through pages trying to find something to watch, he discovers the latest horror/shock video circling its way through the internet: and the poor bastard happens to be B.

    At least, he thinks it is. Character B has been getting progressively unwell, and Character A worries that it has something to do with the horrors he endured in order to make shock porn. Both are worried it might be HIV (it's not).

    Can go two ways from there: Character A takes care of Character B as he struggles through both trauma and whatever illness he has, developing a romantic relationship along the way. Or Character A takes advantage of Character B as he struggles through both trauma and whatever illness he has, because he thinks it's the only way he'll ever get the relationship he wants with him.

    Totally based on a BadBadBathhouse kink meme prompt I gave in 2009. 8)

    Though I would prefer to play Character B, I'll play Character A, too!
    DON'T I KNOW YOU? *****
    Content Warnings: Probably just a whole lot of sex. Would prefer this to be on the fluffier side of things, but possibly stalking, idk.

    Again, lame title. Again, based on a Persona 4 fan fic I read, though this time I didn't give the prompt.

    Character A is a previous closet case from a strict, oppressive family. He recently moved out on his own, cutting ties with his family and living as his true self for the first time in his life. One major thing that helped him come to terms with his sexuality was a particular cam boy - character B - whom he adores.

    A's new neighbour is sweet, bubbly, and incredibly friendly. They hit it off right away. Eventually, A realizes that his new neighbour is actually the cam boy he has jerked off to countless numbers of times, and he is forced to decide whether or not to tell him he knows his secret, or to keep it in and hope he never finds out.

    I'll play either character, I don't really care. :-D
    KISSING THE BEEHIVE **********
    Content Warnings: Mental illness*, abuse, dub/non-con, hurt/comfort
    * Could also be attributed to possession or something if you don't want to go down the MI route.

    Character A is an angel, and is fascinated with mortals and their world. He is known to spend hours on end mingling with humans and exploring all of the fascinating trinkets and locations, like cars and fast-food restaurants and those strange waterfall machines mounted in men's washrooms. However, when A gets into one particular scuff, the gods are not happy; his punishment is to watch over one particular young man who is having some troubles.

    Character B suffers from dissociative identity disorder. One alter, his 'true' self, is very gentle, polite and soft spoken and could never hurt a fly. His other alter is cruel, tyrannical and horribly sadistic, and would love nothing more than to murder a man with his own two hands. Although A is convinced he can handle it, he finds that this job isn't quite as easy as it was cracked up to be.

    I have a character for the angel:
    https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/characters/ezra-king.13915/


    As well as some lore for angels/demons/the afterlife. I also have a very long introduction written for this, so I'm ready to go!
    WHO I AM IS WHO I AM IS WHO I AM IS **
    Content Warnings: Mental illness*, gore, rape, hurt/comfort, just a lot of terrible shit
    * Could also be attributed to possession or something if you don't want to go down the MI route.

    Bonus points for anyone who knows where the title for this plot comes from!

    Character A appears calm, cool, and collected on the outside. He is charismatic and friendly. He holds down a job that he is rather good at, and has no problems maintaining relationships. He also experiences frequent black outs, where he wakes up covered in blood and with an excruciating headache.

    Meanwhile in the city there has been a series of brutal murders that have left the police department stumped. They have no leads. The murderer is clean, precise, and has left nothing behind. There's a nagging in A's mind that something might not be quite right, but he tries to ignore it.

    There's a few options for character B: could be a close friend of A's, who is at first unaware of his blackouts, or could be a family member, or a detective he befriends at a club or something. Or A works in close proximity with the police, maybe something a-la Dexter (except, y'know, being unaware that he's the murderer).

    I'll play either character.
    ROBOT LOVE **********
    Content Warnings: Androids, under'age', dubcon (only kind of, not really)

    In the future, robots are commonplace. Most are designed to look, feel, and act exactly like real human beings. Many have come to love their robots - some to the point of falling in love with them. This has spurred a boom in 'love bot' companies; people everywhere are slowly replacing living partners for robots. It's an age of future sex and robot love.

    Yet what would happen if a robot fell in love with its owner?

    Character A is bored, lonely, and tired of house work. While surfing the 'net one day, he stumbles across an add for an adult female android ('love bot'), programmed to cook, clean, and 'go all the way'. Of course, A insists that all he really wants her for is cooking and cleaning and helping around the house, and considering the humble price, he doesn't hesitate to click 'buy' on the bottom of the listing.

    When the purchase finally arrives at his door 5-8 working days later, it wasn't exactly what A was expecting.

    Firstly, the android does not look like any adult he has seen lately. It looks fifteen, sixteen at most.
    Secondly, and most importantly: the android is male.


    Of course, A's first instinct is to return this defective piece of shit and sue the company. There's no way he's keeping a 'love bot' around the house if it wasn't female. However, the android (character B) begs A to keep him - since if he returned him claiming he was defective, they would destroy him - and A's soft side overtakes him and he allows the android to stay, under the premise that he does not try to go 'all the way' with him.

    Despite the android's youthful, innocent appearance, he seems to be programmed to do exactly as advertised. While he can cook, clean, and even take care of the cat, he also seems to have a very ferocious 'libido'. Knowing that his owner doesn't desire him in that way, he tries to contain himself, but as per his programming, even ordinary tasks can sometimes seem quite lewd - and sometimes he makes advances without even realizing (or fully damn well knowing what he's doing, but feigning innocence). Although A insists that he is most definitely heterosexual, at the android's not-so-subtle advances, he begins questioning not only his decision to let the 'bot stay, but his sexuality as well.

    Thankfully, A has strong willpower and is not about to let a robot take over his life.
    Yet when the android confesses his love to him, what's a man to do?


    This is a super goofy idea but I'd really love to try it! I'd prefer to play the 'droid, but I will play either character. (But I'd really prefer to play the 'droid.)
    THE STATE OF DREAMING ****
    Content Warnings: Mental illness, demons, gore, underage, abuse, ???

    Character A has always been troubled. He comes from a wealthy, high profile family, and has suffered abuse at the hands of several family members throughout his young life. Eventually, this culminates in A attempting to kill his parents, and getting locked up in a sanatorium as he spouted off about demons and his parents deserving their deaths.

    In truth, A had tried to summon a demon in order to aid him in his attempts at murdering his parents, but wasn't successful - or so he thought. Drugged up in the asylum, he starts to make friends with another patient, who is rather odd looking - but he thinks nothing of it. For all he knows, this patient is a figment of his imagination; he's no stranger to hallucinations.

    Except, as it turns out, he isn't. This patient - character B - is indeed the demon that A tried to summon, bound to him, and more than willing to hurt anyone who gets in their way.

    I have a character made for A, here:
    https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/characters/james-mcguinn.12322/
    So that's who I would like to play!


    We can always discuss things in more detail if you're interested.
    BLOOD AND PAINT ****
    Content Warnings: Vampires, blood play, and whatever other things we think of along the way.

    Character A is a struggling artist. He lives in a small, beat up apartment with the roommate from hell, and barely makes ends meet working at a dead end job. He always wanted to support himself on his art, but just can't catch his break.

    Character B is a vampire, and an incredibly talented - and egotistical - painter. He lives in a large mansion with several servants, but is generally quite lonely; immortality does that to you. One night, B goes out to get plastered and meets A, who is also lonely and miserable, and takes him home. When B wakes up, A is sketching B, which infuriates him. He goes up one side of him and down the other, critiquing his work, which makes A feel even worse about himself. B had no intentions of keeping A around, but after noticing how dejected he is, and seeing promise in him, he decides to offer to let him stay in his mansion as a sort of apprentice.

    A thinks this is too good to be true - and it is. B will keep A around in exchange for one thing: his blood.

    Based on the 'Model' manga. I'll play either character, no preferences.
    (UPDATED) KISS WITH A FIST ****************
    Content Warning: Incest, violence, dub-con, abuse, rape, and other terrible things.

    You hit me once, I hit you back / you gave a kick, I gave a slap / you smashed a plate over my head, then I set fire to our bed

    My black eye casts no shadow, your red eye sees nothing / Your slap don't stick, your kicks don't hit, so we remain the same / Love sticks, sweat drips, break the lock if it don't fit

    A kick to the teeth is good for some
    A kiss with a fist is better than none.


    This was originally not quite so detailed, but I had a role-play based on this that unfortunately needed to be put to a stop due to unforeseen circumstances. I absolutely adored that role-play though, and the character I created for it, so I would really love to pick it up with someone else.

    Character I am wanting to use: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/characters/levi-wong-mueller.13768/

    tl;dr
    Two brothers live together as adults to spare themselves the frustration of living with strangers. One brother is known to get extremely violent. The other one (Levi) puts up with it, because he is hopelessly in love with his brother, and has been for years. Whether the romantic feelings are reciprocated to begin with or not is up to us. All right this doesn't sound as detailed as I thought it would, does it? 8 ) Mostly because I don't want to put down exactly how the original role-play went, because different people like different things, and I don't want to dictate your character for you. If you're interested, we can talk it out. I've just become quite attached to Levi. Though the relationship is abusive, Levi is not completely innocent (nor is he submissive): he is incredibly manipulative.


    An important note: None of this will be romanticized. Please don't contact me for this plot if you're interested in some rape fetish stuff. I want to explore an unhealthy relationship while acknowledging that it is unhealthy and fucking awful.

    If anyone would like to continue this with me, I would be so very happy! ❤
    AT THE END OF THE LINE ******
    Content Warning: ??? TBD. Kind of a fluffy idea, so not much.

    Character A is a fisherman, operating out of the Venice lagoon, just like his father, and his father's father, and his father's father's father. As the lagoon pollutes, business gets harder to sustain, but they manage, mostly operating on tourism, and selling to big-name chefs who think cooking with their catch to be intriguing. He's a simple boy, living a simple, happy, hard-working life.

    Character B is a merman. One day, he gets broken off from his pod, and accidentally ends up in the lagoon, surrounded by people and unable to really navigate himself back to his family. Terrified that he will be discovered, he hides. One night, character A is doing some solo fishing, after a particularly slow week. Instead of a fish, however, what does A catch but character B?

    Cue a lot of 'DOES MERMAIDS REAL???'

    I dunno this is a simple, dumb, cute idea. I'd like to play character A ideally, but I'll play whoever.
    DON'T LET ME FALL ************
    Content Warning: Nonhuman characters/monsters, hurt/comfort, awkwardness

    Character A and Character B have been friends for a long time (alternatively, the characters have known of each other, but kind of can't stand one another to start with). They live relatively ordinary lives, with their own struggles and successes. For the most part, things seem to be going well for both characters.

    Until Character B wakes up one morning with wings/ears/a tail/etc. where he most certainly should not have them.

    If Character A and B are friends, then I suppose it goes from there that Character A tries to work things through with B. If they're Not Friends/rivals/enemies, then Character A somehow stumbles upon Character B in a compromising position with his new appendages.

    Inspired by the webcomic Avialae (which is fuckin' fantastic and y'all should go read it right now. Warnings for dicks). I would really like to play Character B/the monster boy!
    THE WORST INCUBUS **********
    Content Warning: Sex heavy. I mean one of the characters is an incubus, I'm sure you saw this coming (ha-ha-ha!!)

    Character A is the worst incubus in the underworld. He falls in love much too easily, and never seems to be able to meet his seduction quotas each month.

    Character B is a human playboy who is seemingly incapable of being seduced by any demon.

    One month, Character A is assigned to Character B. Though A is sure that he will fail, B - for whatever reason - seems to take quite the liking to him after all.

    Idea yanked from a stupidly cute Yuri on Ice AU. I'm like falling asleep as I write this so I'll refine it later. Or we can refine it together. Cuteness! I would prefer to play the incubus, but I will also play the human.
    KIDNAP ME******
    Content Warning: lore-heavy, multiple characters

    Do those count as content warnings? Whatever. I've had this idea for 100 years and have flip-flopped between wanting to make it a role-play and just saying 'fuck it' and making it my own story project. The few times I tried to make this work as an RP, it didn't work out. 'Story project' makes the most sense, but I just really want to do something with pirates 'n shit, so, here we are again.

    I have some vague lore for this world, if you'd like to hear about it, including a fantasy (avian) race. One of the characters I had in mind would be apart of this race (called the 'Aevis' 'cos I'm real creative). This is a steampunk setting (if you've ever played FF12 or any other Ivalice game, it's along that vein).

    Character A is a sky pirate. Character B is a prince who is tired of the royal life and wants to run away. A is currently anchored in a port city to try and pull off a heist, only to be approached by B, who asks them very bluntly: 'Kidnap me.'

    Pretty basic, right? I'd love to plot further with someone. I'm itching for a nice action-adventure story with healthy sides of drama and comedy. I mentioned multiple characters in the content warnings ('warnings') because I think a story like this would call for it. Doesn't have to happen right away, of course. I'd also be interested in female side characters, as I have one (a pirate)! I'm just not so good at sexy scenes with female characters.
    [OMEGAVERSE] ALONE/TOGETHER **********
    Content Warning: Omegaverse, knotting, homophobia, pre-established relationships, hurt/comfort, sex heavy

    Character A and Character B have known each other since they were small children. They have done absolutely everything together, and love each other the way best friends do. When they were preteens, they would make bets about who would present as an alpha first - because clearly, they would certainly both be alphas, being men and all.

    Character A presented first - as an alpha, as anticipated - at age 15. Character B, however, remained unassigned well into his eighteenth year, which was very unusual. B is getting unsettled, the older he gets, but is relatively unshaken. A assures B that his time will come, and when it does, they'll go out for drinks and find each other an omega, as promised. 'Everything will be okay!'

    Until B goes through his first heat, officially presenting as an omega.

    Male omegas, being incapable of breeding, have a difficult path in life, often ending up as prostitutes, drug addicts, or homeless, due to society looking down on them as a scourge of humanity. B is understandably devastated, and hides away in his apartment, determined to suffer through his first heat alone. Since it's unusual for A and B to go even a day without texting, A becomes worried when he hears nothing from B for three days, and decides to drop by his apartment, where he lets himself in with his spare key - only to be nearly floored by the overwhelming scent of an omega in heat.

    tl;dr I wanna do an omegaverse role-play ok. One with a healthy relationship between the two main characters, where they try to deal with the omega's shitty new hand in life. I thrive off of hurt-comfort ahhh

    I'll play either character, I don't really care.
    [OMEGAVERSE] WRAPPED IN A BOW ************
    Content Warning: Omegaverse, knotting, omega oppression, dub-con, sex slavery/arranged marriage. Potential: sex heavy, underage, age differences.

    I have been reading so much fucking fan-fiction god damn

    Though the fight for omega rights has gone far in some parts of the world, many others are still stuck in the past. Character A is a well-known and renowned figure (celebrity, athlete, prince, what have you), and has been informed that he has received an honorary/celebratory gift from a particular country (we can choose, possibly an eastern European country) for [insert reason that would make sense considering A's status. The fic I yanked this from had the gift being offered to the character due to the country hosting a sporting event, and the character winning said competition]. Character A assumes the gift will be something like a medal, or perhaps a very nice pen.

    But it's not. He is being bestowed with the honor of choosing from the countries finest omegas to be his mate.

    Character A is not an asshole. Frankly, he's a bit appalled by the idea that there are still societies that practice this sort of thing. But he is also an unmated alpha, doesn't want to be rude, and isn't getting any younger. He arrives at the glorified brothel, intending just to humour them, but stumbles upon Character B, who is the most beautiful omega he has ever seen.

    On the topic of m-preg for omegaverse/this particular plot:
    I am fine if the possibility of male pregnancy exists in a universe. I'm just not on board for our characters conceiving and bearing a child. Infertility is an option, for added strife, or fail-proof birth control. Whichever. I just am really squicked out by pregnancy in general and don't like the element it adds to stories. No interest in playing out a family dynamic.


    I'll play either character, I don't really care.
    [OMEGAVERSE] IN REVERSE ************
    Content Warning: Omegaverse, knotting, heat/mating cycles, ???

    The standard omegaverse trope assumes that omegas are at the bottom of the social ladder. What would happen if alphas were uncommon, and were considered brutish, animalistic, and untrustworthy? What happens when one of the most talented dancers in Character A's class, Character B, is actually an alpha?

    JUST AN IDEA I'D LIKE TO PLAY WITH 8 )
    Doesn't need to be dancers. Can be anything. This is not particularly detailed yet; I just thought it would be a refreshing change. I will happily play either character, but I do have a character made up for the alpha:


    https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/characters/elliot-wulf.13869/
    TRY TO KEEP UP ******
    Content Warning: (Possible) underage, violence.

    Character A is the rebellious grandson of a mob (Cosa Nostra, yakuza, Bratva, whatever) boss.
    Character B is the bodyguard hired to watch him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Probably unsuccessfully.


    A simple idea that I think could be really cute. :-D Looking for a more comedic story but I'm fine with things taking on a darker theme (obviously considering it involves the mafia). Dark comedy would be ideal. Of course we can work out details together, because I have no real concrete plot. I would prefer to play the grandson, but if you'd really like to, I can also play the bodyguard.
    (NEW) USE ME, I'M YOURS **************
    Content Warning: (consensual) master/slave, dom/sub, sex heavy

    Set in a universe where vampires have dominated over humans, and use them primarily for servants, entertainment, and food. Most vampires, even the middle class, have a human slave. It's expected. Noble vampires are expected to take upon a human slave, and artificial breeding is a thriving industry amongst nobility to create the 'perfect' humans. Humans are to be used; they aren't to be loved. It's considered shameful for a vampire to involve themselves with humans in any other capacity, and nobles can easily be exiled if they are found out to have a romantic relationship with humans - or to treat them as anything other than cattle.

    Character A is a noble vampire who has only ever really had one desire: to be dominated. He has no interest in dominating over humans. In fact, he wants to be dominated by them. When his father insists that it's time for him to pick out a human slave, he dreads it: until he notices a beautiful, but unruly slave (Character B), who he believes will be perfect for his needs.

    Honestly just shamelessly ripped off from the manhwa Blood Bank. I certainly don't want the plot to be remotely the same, but the concept is something that interests me. Mostly I just want to play a sexually repressed, incredibly submissive vampire. :E I don't get the chance to play submissive characters often, nor do I normally want to, but I would like to here!
    (NEW) RETURN TO SENDER **********
    Content Warning: sex slavery, dubious consent, (past) rape, (past) abuse, homophobia, hurt/comfort. Potential: abuse, rape, forced feminization

    Kind of like 'robot love' except with people. And a lot darker.

    Character A is your average young adult closing in on his thirties. Nothing in his life is particularly out of the ordinary. He has a job that pays the bills, lives on his own, and has a good group of friends. The only problem is that both his parents and friends have started nagging and teasing him about his perpetually single status. His mother wants grandchildren. His friends think he needs a girl to keep him on his toes.

    The only problem is that A is so deep in the closet that he can see Narnia. His family is homophobic, something that has rubbed off on him, causing him to struggle with a lot of internalized hatred. One day, he gets so fed up with the constant harassment, he gets drunk off his rocker, and impulsively clicks on a junk ad for mail order brides. He intended it as a joke, he really did - but between desperation and intoxication, he actually ends up ordering someone. And going through with it.

    When he arrives at the airport to apprehensively pick up his illicit girlfriend, he doesn't see her. All he sees is a young man (character B) vaguely fitting the woman's description. He's beautiful, and frankly exactly A's type, but he panics. He was supposed to receive a woman!

    Understandably angry, A takes B home, but threatens to have him sent back ASAP. B, having endured unspeakable horrors in his home country under the 'care' of the owner of the company, begs A not to return him. He promises that he'll do whatever A wants him to do; he'll even pretend to be a girl, if he wants him to.

    A horrible angsty plot with miserable angsty characters abound. I would prefer to play B, but will also play A.


    Vague ideas:
    - Something to do with a dragon shapeshifter and a prince. Why a prince? Idk why not
    - Something to do with music and the unhealthy lifestyle that often accompanies it. Or, like, an addict/dealer relationship of some kind.
    - A character suffering from amnesia (or waking up after 'x' amount of years, a-la Breath of the Wild) meets up with either an old friend/flame or some nefarious person wanting to take advantage of their vulnerable state.
    - A human (a rare species!) is discovered by a member of a different (alien or magical) race, and the relationship that spurs from it. Bonus points if humans are regarded as these fantastic, magical creatures, so character of a different race is ecstatic.

    More will be added as I think of them.

  • AKA 'ideas that aren't fleshed out at all'. Just vague little bunnies that can be elaborated upon to great effect!
    A '❤' means I would prefer to play this character. If there's nothing, then I'll gladly play either character.
    A '✯' means I'm very interested in this. Multiple '✯' for added effect.
    A '!' means I have some kind of vague plot idea or two.

    Alpha/Beta/Omega. In any sense. I just love this dynamic, okay. ✯✯✯✯
    Wizard x Apprentice
    Twin x Twin
    Brother x Brother
    Sailor x Siren ❤
    Fisherman x Mermaid ✯✯✯✯
    Demon x Human
    Angel x Demon
    Predator x Prey (fuck am I doing furries now I guess I am)
    Vampire x Human
    Vampire x Slayer
    Master x Servant/Pet
    Trans male ❤ x Cis male
    Human x Shapeshifter/werewolf/monster boyfriend ❤ ✯✯✯✯✯✯
    Body Guard ❤ x Charge
    Rival x Rival

    FANDOMS
    I have approximately 2 fandoms for which I'm confident in my ability to actually write canon characters
    but here they are 8)

    Yuri on Ice
    Katsuki Yuuri x Victor Nikiforov !
    Yuri Plisetsky ❤ x Otabek Altin ✯✯✯ !

    Persona 4
    Souji/Yu x Yosuke !
    Souji/Yu ❤ x Kanji
    Naoto ❤ x Kanji * !

    (* I'm very interested in exploring a relationship between the two of them wherein Naoto is transgender.)

    ... and then some fandoms that I'm only interested in using OCs for:

    Harry Potter (I'm not a Super Harry Potter fan so I don't have the deepest knowledge of the series; I'd kind of like to piss around with one of the other schools)
    Dragon Age
    Silent Hill
    Pokemon (some dumb Adult Version of Pokemon, idk)

    And I'll add more. Probably.

  • On top of my various plot ideas, I also have quite a few characters I'm looking to use. Some are abandoned from old role-plays, some just haven't had the chance to be part of a story yet at all, and some are old OCs of mine that I love too much not to slap up here.

    Characters Looking For Homes :'(
    Julien Laurent - A fragile contract painter who lives with one foot in reality and one foot in his shattered memories at all times.

    Can be used in the following settings: Psychological, dark fantasy, supernatural, paranormal, crime drama, horror, hurt/comfort, modern fantasy, grimdark. Lots of hurt/comfort probably tbh. Can either be used in a story geared more towards recovery and happiness, or a story intent on tearing him apart even more.

    Emile Lévesque - An upscale French prostitute, and an omega.

    I originally created him for a fantasy omegaverse role-play involving a certain level of political intrigue, so there's that.

 
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mushroom prince
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Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
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Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada


CALL ME A GHOST
well yeah not quite, i'm a poltergeist



  • Hello, friends! My name is Opal. I'm here, I'm queer 26 years old, Canadian, and I stay up way too late. Most importantly, I'm looking for a few partners to join me in playing out a few ideas I have!


    ABOUT ME
    For best results, look at my role-play resume.

    DISCLAIMER
    That picture about communication issues isn't just there to be funny: I seriously have communication issues. I am saying this up front so no one gets surprised by my BS, though I certainly don't expect anyone to put up with it. The long and short of it: I have severe social anxiety. It has me on constant alert that I'm going to fuck up my interactions with other people, making it difficult to talk to others. I am trying really hard to deal with it, but it's a slow process. Slow and difficult. I'm basically like a stray dog: hard to befriend, but once you do, I'm hard to get rid of.

    If this, for whatever reason, doesn't scare you off, read on!

    POSTING SPEED
    Unfortunately unpredictable. Can sometimes reply multiple times a day, but to be safe, let's say expect one post from me once every week to ten days. I post updates in my status a lot, so keep an eye on that!

    POST LENGTH
    My starter posts are often between 800 and 1200 words, and my posts after that can range anywhere between 300-600 words or more, depending on the context. However, I never expect anyone to match my length.

    WRITING
    I will write in the traditional third person, past tense, but I also enjoy writing in third person, present tense. I do not participate in first person role-plays.

    CHARACTERS
    I dislike shoving characters into dominant/submissive roles, unless we're talking about a D/S relationship/lifestyle. I don't mind playing dominant characters, but I don't like being forced to do so. I will also not play dominant characters opposite paper thin woobies with no backbone or substance.

    I will happily play tops, bottoms, or switches, and I don't at all subscribe to the idea that top = dominant and bottom = submissive. Dominant power bottoms? Yes pls. 8)

    A lot of my boys are on the feminine side. Not all of them, but a lot of them. Let me know if you're really put off by this and I'll use one of my more traditionally masculine characters with you.

    I only role-play queer characters/pairings. MxM, FxF, and nonbinary characters are all cool with me. However, I do prefer MxM most of the time, as that is what I have the most experience with. I don't role-play MxF under any circumstances, please don't ask!

    I prefer using art for character images, but I'll use real life face claims if that's what my partner is comfortable with.

    MEDIUM
    I only role-play on the forums.

    PMs make me antsy, even when only used as an OOC. If you see me replying to other things before replying to your PM, please don't be alarmed! I'm working on it! I don't hate you!

    OTHER
    I'm ditch friendly.
    I have infinite patience and I will never pressure you for replies. I understand that this is a hobby, and we all have real lives outside of the computer screen. If for whatever reason you're not feeling the role-play any more, that's just fine. I don't mind. I mean, I'd appreciate it if you let me know, but even if you don't, I won't cry.

    I don't mind having multiple role-plays with the same partner. When you find a good partner, you gotta keep 'em!

    If I have, at any point in time, ended up buggering off on you, I extend my deepest apologies.

    This base code is by FieryCold!

  • IN A PARTNER


    ✤ I will probably end up being a bit picky with my partners this time around because I have learned that it's honestly better to pick your partners carefully to save heartbreak on both sides. I'm looking for someone that enjoys writing detailed posts, likes to plot things and share headcanons and songs, and is very patient, because I'm an unreliable turd. My motivation is as fleeting as a fart in the wind, but I always try my best to communicate such a thing with my partners.

    Basically I am looking for an adept/advanced partner, according to Iwaku's terms. I don't expect novellas, but I do expect detail and insight in your writing. I'm a very character oriented writer myself.

    ✤ An aggressive role-player or someone who is not only willing to, but enjoys collaborating on the plot and the progression of the role-play. If I wanted to direct a plot on my own, I'd write a novel!

    ✤ Someone patient. I don't mind a kick in the ass once every week or so, but I get very touchy when someone starts bothering me every day to post. Keep in mind that I have infinite patience, so I will always wait for you (that sounds a bit romantic, doesn't it?). You could come back a year later and ask if I was still interested, and the answer would probably be 'yes'.

    ✤ Someone friendly and enthusiastic! Very important! I love to chat OOC. I like to make friends. I like to know my partners are as excited about the role-play as I am. I like to find songs that suit my characters and the story. I like to gush nonsensically about head canons and possibilities. If you like those things, too, I think we'll get along great. :-D

    ✤ Someone who is all right with the use of occasional time skips.

    ✤ Someone who understands that sometimes a little power playing is necessary to move the story along.

    SPECIFICS

    I'm really interested in starting one or two FxF role-plays! I don't really have any ideas, though, so we may need to brainstorm there. Also, I prefer my FxF role-plays to be more romance based than sex based, almost entirely because I have approximately 0 experience writing sex scenes from a female perspective. 8) Pls be patient with me.

    Also, I just tend to be generally picker about my FxF role-plays. I don't know what it is. The female characters I do have are my precious babies and I must shield them from evil or something, who knows.

  • For a detailed list, take a look at my House Eros page.

    Some things I'm particularly fond of:
    • (Tw)incest
    • Heat/oestrus
    • Knotting
    • Dramatic age differences (no character younger than 16)
    • Hurt/comfort (basically my favourite thing)
    • Monsters/demons/non-humans
    • Bossy/dominant bottoms (esp. in a master/pet situation)
    • Coercion/black mail
    • Begging/desperation
    • Orgasm control/denial
    • Cross-dressing/boys in lingerie

    Most important things I do not like:
    • Parent/child incest
    • Anything you would do in a toilet
    • Pony/puppy play
    • Pregnancy/m-preg/children pls no

    Things I'd like to give a try:
    • Daddy kink
    • One sub/multiple doms

    On the topic of m-preg for omegaverse:
    I am fine if the possibility of male pregnancy exists in a universe. I'm just not on board for our characters bearing a child. Infertility is an option, for added strife, or fail-proof birth control. In some cases, I may even be all right with one of our characters conceiving a child, as long as (this is terrible I'm sorry) the child is lost. Whichever. I just am really squicked out by pregnancy in general and don't like the element it adds to stories. No interest in playing out a family dynamic. Or it can just not exist at all, as I have written for a couple of my omegaverse ideas. Definitely more than okay with that. 8|

  • The more asterisks, the more I want to play it (though I like all of these ideas; I wouldn't put them here if I didn't).

    Some plots I'm fine playing out with multiple partners, even if I have a partner already. Those will be marked with (!).

    Content warnings are mostly potentials. If there is something that triggers you, please let me know; I'm almost always willing to remove and/or work around it. I don't want to trigger anyone!

    THE HAND THAT FEEDS *********
    Content warnings: Master/slave, femboys, dubcon

    I have both a character and an introduction for this role-play.
    https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/characters/khamil-ramza.15922/

    Your not-so-typical demon summoning role-play. Character A (Khamil) is the adopted son of a noble family, and a highly regarded alchemist. During the day, he provides standard alchemical services to the people of his city. During the night, he practices more nefarious branches of his craft. He is trying to reanimate corpses, to have a creature he has complete control over.

    Instead, he summons a demon (character B). At first he is frustrated, until he learns that in summoning this demon, he has inadvertently formed a pact with him - making him essentially the demon's master. An alternate means to an end.

    I just really love the idea of a small, feminine bottom dom and a masculine top sub.
    KISSING THE BEEHIVE ******************
    Content Warnings: Mental illness*, abuse, dub/non-con, hurt/comfort
    * Could also be attributed to possession or something if you don't want to go down the MI route.

    Character A is an angel, and is fascinated with mortals and their world. He is known to spend hours on end mingling with humans and exploring all of the fascinating trinkets and locations, like cars and fast-food restaurants and those strange waterfall machines mounted in men's washrooms. However, when A gets into one particular scuff, the gods are not happy; his punishment is to watch over one particular young man who is having some troubles.

    Character B suffers from dissociative identity disorder. One alter, his 'true' self, is very gentle, polite and soft spoken and could never hurt a fly. His other alter is cruel, tyrannical and horribly sadistic, and would love nothing more than to murder a man with his own two hands. Although A is convinced he can handle it, he finds that this job isn't quite as easy as it was cracked up to be.

    I have a character for the angel:
    https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/characters/ezra-king.13915/

    As well as some lore for angels/demons/the afterlife. I also have a very long introduction written for this, so I'm ready to go!
    TRY TO KEEP UP *******
    Content Warning: (Possible) underage, violence.

    Character A is the rebellious grandson of a mob (Cosa Nostra, yakuza, Bratva, whatever) boss.
    Character B is the bodyguard hired to watch him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Probably unsuccessfully.

    A simple idea that I think could be really cute. :-D Looking for a more comedic story but I'm fine with things taking on a darker theme (obviously considering it involves the mafia). Dark comedy would be ideal. Of course we can work out details together, because I have no real concrete plot. I would prefer to play the grandson, but I will also play the bodyguard.
    USE ME, I'M YOURS **************
    Content Warning: (consensual) master/slave, dom/sub, sex heavy

    Set in a universe where vampires have dominated over humans, and use them primarily for servants, entertainment, and food. Most vampires, even the middle class, have a human slave. It's expected. Noble vampires are expected to take upon a human slave, and artificial breeding is a thriving industry amongst nobility to create the 'perfect' humans. Humans are to be used; they aren't to be loved. It's considered shameful for a vampire to involve themselves with humans in any other capacity, and nobles can easily be exiled if they are found out to have a romantic relationship with humans - or to treat them as anything other than cattle.

    Character A is a noble vampire who has only ever really had one desire: to be dominated. He has no interest in dominating over humans. In fact, he wants to be dominated by them. When his father insists that it's time for him to pick out a human slave, he dreads it: until he notices a beautiful, but unruly slave (Character B), who he believes will be perfect for his needs.

    Honestly just shamelessly ripped off from the manhwa Blood Bank. I certainly don't want the plot to be remotely the same, but the concept is something that interests me. Mostly I just want to play a sexually repressed, incredibly submissive vampire. :E I don't get the chance to play submissive characters often, nor do I normally want to, but I would like to here!

    And hey look at this I got a character right here:
    https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/characters/deimos-devoro.14460/
    RETURN TO SENDER *************
    Content Warning: sex slavery, dubious consent, (past) rape, (past) abuse, homophobia, hurt/comfort.

    Character A is your average young adult closing in on his thirties. Nothing in his life is particularly out of the ordinary. He has a job that pays the bills, lives on his own, and has a good group of friends. The only problem is that both his parents and friends have started nagging and teasing him about his perpetually single status. His mother wants grandchildren. His friends think he needs a girl to keep him on his toes.

    The only problem is that A is so deep in the closet that he can see Narnia. His family is homophobic, something that has rubbed off on him, causing him to struggle with a lot of internalized hatred. One day, he gets so fed up with the constant harassment, he gets drunk off his rocker, and impulsively clicks on a junk ad for mail order brides. He intended it as a joke, he really did - but between desperation and intoxication, he actually ends up ordering someone. And going through with it.

    When he arrives at the airport to apprehensively pick up his illicit girlfriend, he doesn't see her. All he sees is a young man (character B) vaguely fitting the woman's description. He's beautiful, and frankly exactly A's type, but he panics. He was supposed to receive a woman!

    Understandably angry, A takes B home, but threatens to have him sent back ASAP. B, having endured unspeakable horrors in his home country under the 'care' of the owner of the company, begs A not to return him. He promises that he'll do whatever A wants him to do; he'll even pretend to be a girl, if he wants him to.

    A horrible angsty plot with miserable angsty characters abound. I'd like to play B/the 'bride'. Idea picked up from a fan fic that ended in an extremely disappointing way. :E
    A DEAL ****
    Content Warnings: Dubcon, blackmail, degradation/humiliation, age differences, teacher/student - anything else we want to add.

    Character A (whom I would prefer to play) has a debt with the mob, one that he's been trying to escape from for quite some time. Character B is A's student, and also just so happens to be the mafia boss's son. Once the teacher learns this, he's horrified, but the student offers him a deal: his silence for the teacher's servitude.
    DIRTY SECRETS ***
    Content Warnings Hurt/comfort (lots of it), rape*, horror/shock*, mental illness. Possible: Blackmail, abuse, dubcon. Depends on the road we want to take things.

    * Not between the two main characters.

    Summary: Character A loves his best friend. Character B is strapped for cash, agrees to make a porno - it's a really bad porno. One of those videos buried under mountains of warnings and hosted on morally questionable sites. A shock video, if you will.

    Character A has had a crush on his best friend, Character B (whom I would prefer to play), for many years. Sometimes he thinks he's flirting with him, but he has no real idea. One day, after a particularly rough go at work, A decides to unwind at home with some porn. Only, as he's flipping through pages trying to find something to watch, he discovers the latest horror/shock video circling its way through the internet: and the poor bastard happens to be B.

    At least, he thinks it is. Character B has been getting progressively unwell, and Character A worries that it has something to do with the horrors he endured in order to make shock porn. Both are worried it might be HIV (it's not).

    Can go two ways from there: Character A takes care of Character B as he struggles through both trauma and whatever illness he has, developing a romantic relationship along the way. Or Character A takes advantage of Character B as he struggles through both trauma and whatever illness he has, because he thinks it's the only way he'll ever get the relationship he wants with him.

    Totally based on a BadBadBathhouse kink meme prompt I gave in 2009. 8)

    Though I would prefer to play Character B, I'll play Character A, too!
    AT THE END OF THE LINE *****
    Content Warning: ??? TBD. Kind of a fluffy idea, so not much.

    Character A is a fisherman, operating out of the Venice lagoon, just like his father, and his father's father, and his father's father's father. As the lagoon pollutes, business gets harder to sustain, but they manage, mostly operating on tourism, and selling to big-name chefs who think cooking with their catch to be intriguing. He's a simple boy, living a simple, happy, hard-working life.

    Character B is a merman. One day, he gets broken off from his pod, and accidentally ends up in the lagoon, surrounded by people and unable to really navigate himself back to his family. Terrified that he will be discovered, he hides. One night, character A is doing some solo fishing, after a particularly slow week. Instead of a fish, however, what does A catch but character B?

    Cue a lot of 'DOES MERMAIDS REAL???'

    I dunno this is a simple, dumb, cute idea. I'd like to play character A ideally, but I'll play whoever.
    (OMEGAVERSE) IN REVERSE *****
    Content Warning: Omegaverse, knotting, heat/mating cycles, ???

    The standard omegaverse trope assumes that omegas are at the bottom of the social ladder. What would happen if alphas were uncommon, and were considered brutish, animalistic, and untrustworthy? What happens when one of the most talented dancers in Character A's class, Character B, is actually an alpha?

    JUST AN IDEA I'D LIKE TO PLAY WITH 8 )
    Doesn't need to be dancers. Can be anything. This is not particularly detailed yet; I just thought it would be a refreshing change. I will happily play either character.
    DON'T LET ME FALL **********
    Content Warning: Nonhuman characters/monsters, hurt/comfort, awkwardness

    Character A and Character B have been friends for a long time (alternatively, the characters have known of each other, but kind of can't stand one another to start with). They live relatively ordinary lives, with their own struggles and successes. For the most part, things seem to be going well for both characters.

    Until Character B wakes up one morning with wings/ears/a tail/etc. where he most certainly should not have them.

    If Character A and B are friends, then I suppose it goes from there that Character A tries to work things through with B. If they're Not Friends/rivals/enemies, then Character A somehow stumbles upon Character B in a compromising position with his new appendages.

    Inspired by the webcomic Avialae (which is fuckin' fantastic and y'all should go read it right now. Warnings for dicks). I would really like to play Character B/the monster boy!
    BLOOD AND PAINT *******
    Content Warnings: Vampires, blood play, and whatever other things we think of along the way.

    Character A is a struggling artist. He lives in a small, beat up apartment with the roommate from hell, and barely makes ends meet working at a dead end job. He always wanted to support himself on his art, but just can't catch his break.

    Character B is a vampire, and an incredibly talented - and egotistical - painter. He lives in a large mansion with several servants, but is generally quite lonely; immortality does that to you. One night, B goes out to get plastered and meets A, who is also lonely and miserable, and takes him home. When B wakes up, A is sketching B, which infuriates him. He goes up one side of him and down the other, critiquing his work, which makes A feel even worse about himself. B had no intentions of keeping A around, but after noticing how dejected he is, and seeing promise in him, he decides to offer to let him stay in his mansion as a sort of apprentice.

    A thinks this is too good to be true - and it is. B will keep A around in exchange for one thing: his blood.

    Based on the 'Model' manga. I'll play either character, no preferences.


    Vague ideas:
    - The relationship that blossoms between a single father of a young child, and the child's kindergarten teacher. Totally unusual for me to want to try something like this, but I really want to for some reason???

    - Something to do with music and the unhealthy lifestyle that often accompanies it. Or, like, an addict/dealer relationship of some kind.

    - An omegaverse role-play involving twins. Yes pls. I wanna do this a lot.

    - A human (a rare species!) is discovered by a member of a different (alien or magical) race, and the relationship that spurs from it. Bonus points if humans are regarded as these fantastic, magical creatures, so character of a different race is ecstatic.

    - Arranged marriage: whether it be between two characters who dislike each other, or an ordeal wherein two lovers are forced into a 'mistress' situation when one party is forced to marry someone else. Maybe a fantasy/medieval setting, including royalty.

    - Something involving a very feminine man with a very masculine man, wherein they both love each other very much and the very masculine man is the feminine man's - pardon my crude language - bitch. I just. I just really want this lmao

    - Hanahaki disease.

    More will be added as I think of them.

  • I have exactly 2 fandoms for which I'm confident in my ability to actually write canon characters
    but here they are 8)

    A '❤' means I would prefer to play this character. If there's nothing, then I'll gladly play either character.
    A '✯' means I'm very interested in this. Multiple '✯' for added effect.
    A '!' means I have some kind of vague plot idea or two.

    Yuri on Ice
    Yuri Plisetsky ❤ x Otabek Altin ✯✯✯ !

    Persona 4
    Souji/Yu x Yosuke ! ✯✯

    ... and then some fandoms that I'm only interested in using OCs for:

    Harry Potter (I'm not a Super Harry Potter fan so I don't have the deepest knowledge of the series; I'd kind of like to piss around with one of the other schools)
    Dragon Age
    Silent Hill
    Pokemon (some dumb Adult Version of Pokemon, idk)

  • On top of my various plot ideas, I also have a few characters I'm looking to use. Some are abandoned from old role-plays, some just haven't had the chance to be part of a story yet at all, and some are old OCs of mine that I love too much not to slap up here.

    Characters Looking For Love :'(


    FAOLAN TARANIS
    Scholarly elf prince, necromancer-in-training, pacifist, failure to his family. Loves small animals and strawberries.

    Originally was created for a role-play wherein he was betrothed to a human woman from another kingdom. Said human woman was actually a human man who was forced to take a female form in order to be married off into a powerful kingdom. The story/characters for that role-play will always have my heart, but I really love Faolan and would like to actively use him in a role-play again.

    We can try using a similar plot, or work something else out in a high fantasy setting! I love world building too.



    ISAIAH JANSSEN
    Just a boring ole' human for once. 8) He is a struggling (and extremely sexually frustrated) artist. Can be used in any modern setting, or a supernatural (vampires, werewolves, whatever) setting. Probably something with a lot of sexual content, some comedy, maybe a little bit of romance. Slice-of-life-ish. He's just kind of ridiculous.



    ELIAS BERINGER
    An exotic performer/call boy who has been spliced with snake DNA. Originally created for a group role-play that I was unable to keep up with. He is sweet but quite co-dependent and almost irritatingly eager to please. Also, he has two dicks. That too. 8 )




 
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Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Posting Speed
Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
using this thread to store all the blog entries and stuff i wanna keep now

a blog entry that isn't endless whining? say it ain't so

instead, have this crazy long character sheet about Uriel, because ???

Full Name: Uriel - having no birth certificate, he has no official middle or last name.
Pronunciation: YUWR-ee-al
Nickname/Alias: Uri (pronounce YOO-ee, by friends/himself), Pink (his name at the brothel)
Meaning: 'God is my light'. Ironic to anyone who knows him. Was given this name because of his stark white hair in his human form.
Pet Name: Kitten, in various forms.
Real Age: 18.
Age Appearance: Looks to be in his early twenties. He strives to look more adult than he really is.
Signature: Fancy, though he never gets to use it, because it's not like he has any official documents to sign, and he only ever gets paid in (and therefore makes all purchases with) cash.
Gender: Cisgender male
Gender Role: Feminine
Orientation: Homosexual
Birthday: Nobody really knows, but he celebrates his birthday on April 2nd, which was the day he was taken in.
Origin: Japan (only remembers Western United States)
Astrological Sign: Aries
Zodiac Sign: Rabbit
Preferred Hand: Right handed
Blood Type: A

Immediate Family:
None that he knows of. Was raised by brothel workers. The woman he used to consider his 'mother' he has since stopped considering one. His 'real parents' live in Japan and he has no knowledge of them, nor will he ever.
Distant Family: See above.
Parenting: (Were their parents strict or fun-loving?)
Upbringing: (What morals and ideals were your characters raised with?)
Ethnicity: Japanese

Facial Type: Oval
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Snow white. Capable of shifting it to any colour of the rainbow.
Hairstyle: Has a soft natural curl. Sideswept fringe, hair frames his face, reaching just below his jaw.
Skin Tone: Cool. Pale for his ethnicity.
Complexion: Very smooth.
Makeup: Doesn't wear a lot of makeup. Sometimes wears it for his clients, but doesn't really like it. He has very long, thick eyelashes anyway, which draws attention to his eyes.
Body Type: Ectomorph
Build: Thin, hips a bit wider than is normal for a man, long fingers and toes.
Height: 5'7"
Cup Size: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Shoe Size: US men's 7.5, US women's 9
Birthmarks/scars: Has two freckles on his left thigh perfectly perpendicular to each other. A big mole on his scalp that he only knows is there from getting his hair done.
Distinguishing Features: Being a shifter (bakeneko), has cat ears and a fluffy tail. When he smiles, has big dimples.
Style: He fluctuates, but most of his favourite wardrobe falls under 'pastel goth'. He also wears almost exclusively traditional 'women's clothing'. The few pieces of traditional men's clothing he has are pants. And one checked shirt that is way too big for him that he wears without any bottoms to seduce people. It's very effective.
Mode of Dress: Wears everything confidently. Always adds his personal flair to things.
Grooming: Always well-kept and well presented, even when he's dressed boldly like a prostitute.
Posture: When relaxed and happy: flirty, suggestive. Catlike.
Wardrobe: Uriel has two wardrobes: his working wardrobe, and his casual wardrobe. His working wardrobe contains almost entirely dark colours, mostly black, with red being an exception. These clothes are tight, revealing, and sexy, down to his shoes. His 'casual' wardrobe has mostly bright colours, though he has little 'comfortable' clothing. Everything is very showy.
Equipment: Idk? A fucking dildo? This is dumb
Accessories: Has a lot of belts and chokers.
Trinkets: NA


Habits and Mannerisms: Bites his lips/chews the inside of his mouth, taps his feet, paces, wrinkles his nose.
Scent: Has little personal scent and does not produce much body odour. His shampoo smells like coconuts.
Mood: Aggressively sexual. And obnoxious.
Attitude: Everything translates into sex, somehow. Flirts with everything that moves. Tries (and often succeeds) to manipulate people. When not in a perfect mood, can be very rude and insulting. Even when he's in a good mood, he can be rude and insulting.
Stability: Prior to a certain point in his life, used to be relatively stable, though quick to anger. Now his emotions are all over the place, and he's overwhelmed by it.
Expressiveness: Uriel, when relaxed, is very expressive, but is also a very good actor, and keeps his feelings concealed because of it. But when he is feeling strongly enough about something, that becomes difficult. His ears and tail often bely his efforts.
When Happy: Laughs a lot. Ears and tail upright. Clingy. Makes dumb jokes. Touchy; not even in a sexual way (though that too), he just likes to touch people, to be close to them. Looks young, more like his actual age.
When Depressed: ? ? ? What is this emotion ? ? ? Is this anger? Can I be angry? Let's be angry. I'm angry. But I wanna cry. This is stupid. Let's hit things.
When Angry: Explodes at people, deliberately tries to hurt them (emotionally or physically depending on the situation), sometimes hurts himself, screams. Sabotages things. Ears flat, tail puffed out.
Note: These are generalizations. Different situations will create different reactions.

Favorite Colors: Pink!
Favorite Animals: Isn't much of an animal person, ironically. He likes ferrets.
Favorite Mythological Creatures: Kitsune :-)
Favorite Places: (Ex: Fav City, State, or Country)
Favorite Flavors: He doesn't like strong flavours. Likes coffee and bread. Vanilla, too.
Favorite Foods: Sushi, pancakes, eggs, ice cream, milk, white bread, chicken, cheese
Favorite Drinks: Coffee, tequila, blue curacao
Favorite Characters: (Not one of yours)
Favorite Genre: Mystery. And erotica.
Favorite Books: Likes Steven King novels. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
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Favorite Bands:
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Favorite Quotations: (Can be lengthy and philosophical or just simple clichés such as "Every dog has his day)

Least Favorite Colors: Brown
Least Favorite Animals: BIRDS. Uriel has a fear of birds. He thinks they're really creepy. Once a seagull pooped in his hair and he was traumatized for life.
Least Favorite Mythological Creatures: Anything big and scary
Least Favorite Places: Dark places. Damp places. Crowded places. Once upon a time he liked night clubs.
Least Favorite Flavors: Dislikes most sweet things, especially chocolate and butterscotch. Apples, mangos, orange, anything citrus... he's very picky.
Least Favorite Foods: Bananas!! Chocolate. Beef (too tough). Pork (too gross). Whole wheat anything. Rice. Anything with 'a weird texture'.
Least Favorite Drinks: Rum. Instant vomit for him.
Least Favorite Characters:
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Least Favorite Books: Really doesn't like Dan Brown.
Least Favorite Movies:
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Least Favorite Quotations: (Can be lengthy and philosophical or just simple clichés such as "Every dog has his day)

Languages: English only
Accent: California English, slight lilt to his voice.
Speech Impediments: None
Greetings and Farewells: (How does your character say hello and goodbye?)
State of Mind: (Ask your character "how are you" and see how they respond)
Compliment: (Have your character say something nice)
Insult: (Have your character insult someone)
Expletive: Motherfucker, shit bag, cock sucker
Laughter: He has a loud, raucous, obnoxious laugh.
Tag Line: (Something your character says a lot in everyday sentences. Can often be filled with a sound or vocalization. Ex: Lol, dude, uh)
Signature Quote: (Something significant your character says. Doesn't have to be meaningful, just make it memorable.)

Reputation: Uriel is a shifter and a prostitute. He can't have a very good reputation. Among those who frequent brothels, however, he is very popular, and is known to be 'very relaxed' - as in, he doesn't has a long list of things he will not do.
First Impressions: (What would you first think of this character upon meeting them?)
Stranger Impressions: (If someone was told about the character but didn't know them, what would they think?)
Friendly Impressions: (What do people who are friends or acquaintances of your character think of them?)
Enemy Impressions: (What do people who can't stand your character think? If you can't think of anyone who hates your character, we have a problem.)
Familiar Impressions: (What do people very close to your character think of them? Ex: Family, lovers)
Compliments: (What are some good things other people would say of your character? [heroic, good listener])
Insults: (Would anyone like to call your character a whore, jerk, or stupid?)
Self-Impression: (What does your character really think of themselves deep down?)
Role: (What purpose does your character serve? [mentor, leader])
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Comparison: (Compare your character to some kind of animal, object, or anything else you can think of.)
Symbol: (Does your character have any kind of recurring symbol that represents them? [Ex: a rose, a black cat, a sunset] Could be blatant or subtle.)
Song: Bite - Troy Sivan
Vice: Lust or Pride
Virtue: Diligence
Defining Moment: When he turned fifteen, his 'mother' threw him into the life of prostitution, forcing him to work for her. In many, many ways, this broke him.
Tropes: (What about your character is stereotypical or cliched? [You can't say nothing. Every character has some kind of cliche in them])
Originality: (What makes your character different from one like them?
One Word:

  • looking for some more laid back role-plays, with shorter general posts, but with partners who won't mind too horribly if/when I post something longer (because it will happen no matter how much I go on about wanting more laid back roleplays okay, I'm sorry, I'm a chronic long-poster)

    I don't care if you match the length of my posts at all. all I care about is that I'm given something to work off of, even if it's only in one short paragraph

    I don't have any concrete plots in mind at this time; rather, I have a couple of characters that I want to use and build a story around!
  • Tahariss
    Can be used in a Dragon Age setting, as he was originally an Inquisitor of mine (though I'm not looking for anything based on DA:I), or an original fantasy setting. He's a lazy murder elf who just wants to run around naked all the time. Verse.

    Reza
    Spirit medium who scams yuppies out of money. Looking to play opposite some kind of ghost or spirit that haunts him. Verse, prefers to bottom.

    Mer
    Blind golden dragon turned human by the gods to learn how to not be such a useless greedy piece of garbage. No real plot in mind at this point. Verse, prefers to top.

    Mandragora
    Androgynous mute planty fey-folk. Looking for a darker role-play, possibly involving Stockholm syndrome. This is a little self-indulgent, sorry :^ ) Bottom, probably.
  • if you happen to be interested, here's some things you should know before we get in contact (because I am not the easiest person to role-play with and I freely admit this):

    - I am painfully shy, I have social anxiety, and I'm bad at replying to things in a reasonable time - especially OOC shit - but I love everyone and want to be your friend. 8( if you are interested in writing with me, all I ask is your patience and understanding

    - seriously, I'm not gonna reply every day, at least not with any regularity. sometimes I'll reply back and forth all day, other times I might not reply for a month. All I can promise is that I will let you know if I'm not interested anymore. If I don't say something, but I haven't replied for a while, it means a reply is coming, I promise (though of course I will always understand if you don't want to wait that long)

    - I type like a fucking idiot OOC. It means I like you.

    - this is a 'yaoi free zone', by which I mean you will find no yaoi tropes here and I ask that you leave them at the door if we role-play together.

    - I only role-play on Iwaku using threads. Asking me to role-play through any other medium is asking for disaster.

    - Just as I ask for your patience, I have infinite patience to give. You never need to apologize for taking a long time to reply, or for forgetting to send a message, or getting distracted; take all the time you need, I'll be here :^ )

    If you're curious, here's a sample of my writing.
  • here's a link to my f-list, but for the lazy, here's a short blurb of things I really like:

    - Exhibitionism/voyeurism
    - Daddy kink
    - Size differences
    - Multiple orgasms
    - Heat/estrus
    - Pleasure control/denial
    - Age differences
    - Begging/desperation
    - Femboys

    and the things I am not into at all:
    - Mpreg/pregnancy
    - Parent/child incest
    - Puppy/pony play
    - Anything you'd do in a toilet

Full Name: Adrien Rene Lachance
Pronunciation:
Nickname/Alias: No real nicknames to speak of.
Meaning: 'From Adria', variant of 'Adrian' which is a variant of 'Hadrian'.
Pet Name: Mother always called him 'mon coeur', and very occasionally 'minou'. When they moved to America, started calling him 'pumpkin', because she thought it was cute.
Real Age: Young adult (for the sake of giving him an age for this sheet, let's say 23)
Age Appearance: (How old does your character look?[if someone looks older or younger than their age)
Signature: Abysmal.
Gender: Cisgender male
Gender Role: Masculine of center.
Orientation: Homosexual
Birthday: November 7th
Origin: Bordeaux, France
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Zodiac Sign: (Eastern)
Preferred Hand: Left handed
Blood Type: (Self explanatory)


Immediate Family:
Parents
Madeleine Lachance (maiden name: Descartes) - Mother - Deceased
Jacques Lachance - Father

Siblings
Lucien Lachance - Older brother, 30 years old
Anna Lachance - Younger sister, 12 years old
Georgette (Georgie) Lachance - Younger sister, 12 years old

Distant Family: (The ones they don't see every day)
Parenting: (Were their parents strict or fun-loving?)
Upbringing: (What morals and ideals were your characters raised with?)
Ethnicity: Caucasian, almost purely French on both sides without going very far down the family trees.



Facial Type: Square
Eye Color: Grey-blue
Hair Color: Naturally a chestnut brown that, thanks to his grandfather, is going grey prematurely (starting at age 18). Dyes it blue.
Hairstyle: (Self explanatory)
Skin Tone: Olive, tans easily
Complexion: Uneven, rough on face
Makeup: N/A
Body Type: Endomorph
Build: (Long legs, chubby cheeks, or muscular arms?)
Height: 5'10"
Cup Size: N/A
Facial Hair: (If applicable)
Shoe Size: US men's 10 1/2
Birthmarks/scars: (Self explanatory)
Distinguishing Features: (Something unique that stands out)
Style: (The overall style your character shows, not just limited to clothing. Ex: Punk, Goth, Nerd)
Mode of Dress: (Don't describe their clothes here. Describe how they wear their clothes. Two people can wear a suit, but each will wear it differently. [Ex: Is the shirt tucked in?])
Grooming: (Well-kept or messy?)
Posture: (How does your character present themselves? Ex: Stiff, slouchy, suggestive)
Wardrobe: (Describe your character's closet. What is their formal, casual, or other kind of wear?)
Equipment: (Refers to tools or weapons your character may use. [Ex: A sword for a warrior]
Accessories: Bridge piercing
Trinkets: NA


Habits and Mannerisms: (Any nervous ticks or unconscious habits your character might have. Ex: Nail biting, crosses arms, or twirls hair)
Scent: (What does your character smell like? Good or bad? How strong?)
Mood: (What mood are you most likely to catch your character in?)
Attitude: (How does your character interact with others?)
Stability: (How emotionally consistant are they?)
Expressiveness: (Do they hide emotion or let it out openly?)
When Happy: (Ex: Whistles, sings, skips)
When Depressed: (Ex: locks themself in their room, listens to music, hugs a stuffed animal)
When Angry: (Ex: Punches walls, screams at people, trolls online)
Note: These are generalizations. Different situations will create different reactions.

Favorite Colors: Red, yellow, purple
Favorite Animals: Cat, possum (Australian variety), lizards (especially geckos)
Favorite Mythological Creatures: Wouldn't occur to him. Probably a dragon, if he had to pick.
Favorite Places: (Ex: Fav City, State, or Country)
Favorite Landmarks: (Ex: Eiffel Tower, Mt. Rushmore)
Favorite Flavors: Garlic, butterscotch, mango
Favorite Foods:
Favorite Drinks:
Favorite Characters: (Not one of yours)
Favorite Genre:
Favorite Books: Doesn't read.
Favorite Movies:
Favorite Games:
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Favorite Music:
Favorite Bands:
Favorite Songs:
Favorite Sports:
Favorite Stores:
Favorite Subjects:
Favorite Numbers:
Favorite Websites:
Favorite Words:
Favorite Quotations: (Can be lengthy and philosophical or just simple clichés such as "Every dog has his day)

Least Favorite Colors:
Least Favorite Animals: Big dogs, birds
Least Favorite Mythological Creatures: Like this is just something he doesn't think of at all.
Least Favorite Places:
Least Favorite Landmarks:
Least Favorite Flavors:
Least Favorite Foods:
Least Favorite Drinks:
Least Favorite Characters:
Least Favorite Genre:
Least Favorite Books:
Least Favorite Movies:
Least Favorite Games:
Least Favorite Shows:
Least Favorite Music:
Least Favorite Bands:
Least Favorite Songs:
Least Favorite Sports:
Least Favorite Stores:
Least Favorite Subjects:
Least Favorite Numbers:
Least Favorite Websites:
Least Favorite Words:
Least Favorite Quotations: (Can be lengthy and philosophical or just simple clichés such as "Every dog has his day)

Languages: French (fluently) English (conversational, close to fluent, but mostly colloquial).
Accent: A light French accent.
Speech Impediments: (Stutters, slurs, or whistles)
Greetings and Farewells: (How does your character say hello and goodbye?)
State of Mind: (Ask your character "how are you" and see how they respond)
Compliment: (Have your character say something nice)
Insult: (Have your character insult someone)
Expletive: (Can be an actual cuss (Ex: Dammit) or some kind of substitute. (Ex: Darn it!)
Laughter: (What does your character's laugh sound like?)
Tag Line: (Something your character says a lot in everyday sentences. Can often be filled with a sound or vocalization. Ex: Lol, dude, uh)
Signature Quote: (Something significant your character says. Doesn't have to be meaningful, just make it memorable.)

Reputation: (What does the general population think of your character?)
First Impressions: (What would you first think of this character upon meeting them?)
Stranger Impressions: (If someone was told about the character but didn't know them, what would they think?)
Friendly Impressions: (What do people who are friends or acquaintances of your character think of them?)
Enemy Impressions: (What do people who can't stand your character think? If you can't think of anyone who hates your character, we have a problem.)
Familiar Impressions: (What do people very close to your character think of them? Ex: Family, lovers)
Compliments: (What are some good things other people would say of your character? [heroic, good listener])
Insults: (Would anyone like to call your character a whore, jerk, or stupid?)
Self-Impression: (What does your character really think of themselves deep down?)
Role: (What purpose does your character serve? [mentor, leader])
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Comparison: (Compare your character to some kind of animal, object, or anything else you can think of.)
Symbol: (Does your character have any kind of recurring symbol that represents them? [Ex: a rose, a black cat, a sunset] Could be blatant or subtle.)
Song: Elastic Heart - Sia
Vice: Wrath for sure
Virtue: Kindness
Defining Moment: (This is it. The single greatest moment of your character, when they truly become alive.)
Tropes: (What about your character is stereotypical or cliched? [You can't say nothing. Every character has some kind of cliche in them])
Originality: (What makes your character different from one like them?
One Word: Volatile.
 
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Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Posting Speed
Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
I got the stupidest goddamn idea in the car the other day

I was suddenly struck with the need to know what all of my characters would do while texting. this is very important information, crucial to character development

Adrien for instance would definitely type in internet shorthand/text speak because he hates English enough as it is. tho I'm sure he would do the same in French, whatever the French equivalent to text speak is. and he'd use just regular emojis for punctuation.

and Julien would definitely type properly at all times with cute internet emoticons like '^_^' or 'D:' or '._.' because he just seems like the type. but he also seems like the type who would have a tumblr dedicated to cute dog pics or something so he would type in lowercase sometimes too

Fane doesn't even know how to operate a phone so this is irrelevant but his penmanship is atrocious, he has your stereotypical boy writing that never improved past fourth grade

Othello would also type in proper English except with no emoticons/emojis because he's a pretentious sack of shit

Faolan has lovely penmanship, thank you very much

Wyn doesn't really know how to write or read, the poor bab. but as he learns to write and read he would have cute basic handwriting and would type with one finger like a precious old man

Seth has doctor handwriting and doesn't text because he's an old man. except not really old, he's just bitter and doesn't like change

Vincent despite being a total jock definitely types sloppily except with cute emoticons like 'XD' and ':3' and lots of phone emojis

I mean you see where I'm going with this
so dumb but so much fun to think about
“Ah, yes, I do so love the lush greenery,” Faolan replied fondly, casting a wistful glance into the distance. Though he had problems with his kingdom's politics, there was no denying that Rathien was beautiful. He felt very home among the trees.

As they spoke, Faolan was thankful for his much practiced knack for idle chatter; despite his nerves, it came easily to him as he guided the family through the terrace and into the northern bailey, where after a short tour he took them to the keep, which was magnificent with its vaulted ceiling and flawless mythril architecture. The antechamber seemed to almost glimmer, bathed in the strong midday sun beaming from the immense, pedimented gothic windows facing south.

“Your chambers are in a tower due north from the southern bailey,” Faolan explained, pointing to the window that looked over the ward, “rather close to the great hall. It’s a lovely space; I’m sure you will find it most comfortable.” He flashed another dazzling smile, one that would require quite the trained gaze to notice that it did not reach his eyes.

He continued to play the part of charming tour guide well until he finally led the family to the great hall where, as expected, his parents were waiting for them.

Both King Cinaed and Queen Ailis were striking elves. Both looked nary a decade older than Faolan, despite both seeing over a hundred years, and carried themselves with a grace and poise that was to be expected of elven royalty. Faolan was the spitting image of his mother: tawny skin, wavy red hair and fair, pointed bone structure. If it wasn’t for the green eyes he inherited from his father, it would be hard to tell they were related at all. Cinaed was a rather severe man, his skin a deeper, richer brown than Ailis and Faolan, with hair as black as midnight and broad shoulders uncommon amongst their people. It was the norm for those who met him to be intimidated by his presence, but Faolan knew better. Between the two of them, it was his mother who was far more fearsome.

“Mother, father,” Faolan began, bowing rather stiffly at the waist before gesturing broadly to the Divontis family, “the royal family from Divontis have arrived.”

The queen’s rather stern expression softened at the sight of them. Though both Cinaed and Ailis rose to greet them, it was Ailis who spoke.

“Our most esteemed guests,” she said, voice tempered and smile warm, “it is so grand to finally meet you. We have been highly anticipating your arrival.” The subtle glance she spared her husband was easy to miss, but had Cinaed quickly straightening his posture and nodding in acknowledgement. “Please, let us welcome you to Rathien. How do you fare? Has our son taken care of your needs? The needs of your cortege?”

As his mother spoke, Faolan cast a quick glance to Rama. She was truly a beautiful woman. He didn't know anything more about her than her name and her heritage, but he hoped that she was as charming on the inside as she was on the outside. That would at least make this partnership easier to bear.

He was content to stay quiet, for now. In fact, he welcomed the reprieve – but it didn’t make it easy to ignore his father’s judgmental eyes burning a hole into his forehead.

The imposing visage of Castle Kaitul was hardly an unfamiliar sight to Yusuke; like all others in the royal village, he gazed upon it every day, where it glowered in its glory perched upon the top of the mountain. By all accounts, he should not have been intimidated by the spectacular structure, by its mesmerizing spirals and artful stonework - but it was much different viewing it so close. In all of his twenty years, despite residing so close to the foot of the mountain, he had never been invited.

And why would he be, truly? He might have painted the portraits of nobles and royalty alike, but his name was not known. That honour went to his mentor, Madarame – and it persisted even posthumously.

Yusuke fully expected to fall into obscurity following his master’s death. It wasn’t unexpected; he was, after all, very old, approaching ninety years at the time of his passing. A memorial was held for him by the king and queen themselves; Yusuke was not invited to attend. He was known as Madarame’s apprentice, but no one knew exactly what went on behind closed doors. No one knew that it was his hands behind each brush stroke, each swath of colour, and each agonizing detail of the royals’ likenesses.

Imagine his surprise, then, when he was called on by the king not two months later, requesting his talents to paint the portrait of Kaitul’s youngest prince, Akira. Yusuke had to read the parchment thrice before it fully dawned on him. He did not know that the king and queen knew his name, but his name was penned artfully at the top of the missive, clear as day: Yusuke Kitagawa.

Though he knew he should have, he did not respond to it immediately. No, instead he agonized over it for two days, holed up in the shack he called home as he



The chamberlain looked down his nose at him. Yusuke could almost taste the disdain in his eyes. "Are you the new painter?"

Yusuke nodded, stiff as a board, his brushes clutched tightly in his hands. To say that he felt out of place here was an understatement. Even in his finest clothes, he could not hold a candle to the elegance of nobility. “Yes,” he said, barely able to keep the edge out of his voice, “I am here to paint the prince.”

“Come with me,” said the chamberlain. “His highness is in his chambers.”
 
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Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Posting Speed
Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
my current hobby is HIKING and MUSHROOMS
so here are some photos of my favourite mushrooms I've found thus far :-) please enjoy


a cute little Russula poppin' up from some moss


a Destructive Pholiota, taken on a rainy day, being a cool guy!


some cute little Xeromphalina campanella - or golden trumpets. they are some of my absolute favourites!


an Emetic Russula - don't you put this in your mouth


a lonely little Willow Shield


a nice little cluster of Gymnopus dryophilus :)


a darling set of Stinking Dapperlings - stinky, but adorable!


a pretty Russula


some Recurved Cups. I think cup fungus are some of the neatest fungus.


I have yet to identify this little guy, but I really like this picture!


some gem studded puffballs that I unfortunately did not know were a choice edible until after I'd passed them up. alas, I will find more!


this mushroom had absolutely no scent at all, which is very odd for a mushroom.

and now for my favourite mushrooms of all...


Amanita muscaria! I have yet to find the red iconic toadstool, but many, many yellow/orange ones :) I think they're fabulous


truly

and then a bonus Barred Owl:

(i should make an updated post with new pictures cuz i have A LOT OF THEM)
 
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I just recently learned about RSD - 'rejection sensitive dysphoria'
(how much dysphoria do I need in my life, really? how cruel!)

now, I do not have ADHD (as far as I know; it's certainly been thrown around my entire life, but never become an official diagnosis), and this is not anything that has been brought up to me in all my years in and out of therapy - but supposedly it's a relatively new thing, you see. just reading through the description of it had me going 'haha, oh no - that's me, isn't it?'

"People with RSD have such a strong emotional reaction to negative judgments, exclusion, or criticism from others that it sends them into a mental tailspin, leading to rumination and the pit-of-the-stomach malaise that won't let them move forward with their day. They feel like failures, disproportionate to what has actually occurred. They may feel rage and want to lash out. They often exaggerate how people are against them, or how much people dislike them, or they carry long-term shame.

Or they may overcompensate and bend over backward in a desperate attempt to keep themselves in others' good graces. Other people may see those with RSD as overly perfectionistic, over-sensitive, or overly reactive to even the mildest types of criticism.
"

a double whammy of social anxiety - being terrified of social events that have yet to come - and RSD - being terrified of social events that have ceased to be

"People with Social Anxiety Disorder may feel worst around people they are not yet comfortable with, becoming preoccupied with potential embarrassment when among strangers, for instance. Someone with RSD, however, does not necessarily feel any less distress around those who are closest to them when it comes to feeling rejected, their main concern. In fact, feeling rejected by a loved one will likely hurt even more."

really now, how insufferable can I get!

I guess that's one more notch in my 'reasons to call your fucking therapist, you loon' stick. I'd be interested to know if this is possible without ADHD. I'm also interested in how to suffocate this voice because I don't think it's an exaggeration to say it's a massive contributing factor to my misery.

The Lovers, The Chariot


There was only a brief period of pain before it was over.

Demetrius had told him it would be brief, but agonizing. Agonizing didn’t begin to cover it; it was something between getting a tooth pulled and breaking his femur. Someone told him once that it was the most painful bone to break in the body.

It was all right though. Othello is a strong man. He can take pain.

Yeah. The pain is okay. It’s this...

Demetrius said he’d stay, when he’d made that promise, but when Othello opens his eyes, he can’t see him anywhere. There’s something --

He puts a shaky hand to his neck. That’s where all the pain is concentrated. The rest of his body is comfortably numb, if not distant. He remembers when he was younger, his mother describing the feeling in her legs after sitting for too long; ‘like jelly,’ she said. He supposes it’s something like jelly, if not distinctly less delicious.

He rolls over and tries his eyes. The room’s dark. He can’t see anything, but he can feel something on his hands --

Othello shrieks when he finds blood on them, and vomits over the side of the bed.

---

He manages to stagger into the washroom before he vomits again. He’s hit the light, somehow, and it pierces his eyes. He never remembered the lights being this bad, before; were they? He doesn’t think they were, but he can’t remember anything about before.

After being sick for what feels like the hundredth time today (is it still today? Is it tomorrow? Yesterday?) he lays his head to rest on the floor. The cool linoleum is soothing to his burning skin.

He thinks he sleeps there. It’s dark outside the next time he opens his eyes, but the lights are still on in the bathroom.

Those fucking lights.
God they burn! He can’t get used to this. He won’t --

Somehow he manages to gain enough strength to turn them off, before he falls asleep again.

---

He wakes up in his bedroom. Othello takes pride in being a brave man, but he actually starts a little, when he realizes he has no idea how he got there.

---

He’s outside in some nameless terrace, surrounded by tall garden lamps and sweet smelling trees. It is maybe twilight, with only a fait orange glow in the horizon. He has a faint feeling of growing importance, but he’s misplaced his pen, and can’t possibly move on without it.

There is a figure in the distance that beckons to him. He can’t make out any features but it is tall and lithe and reminds him of Demetrius. He feels compelled to follow it, to discover its purpose, but he needs to find his pen.

The figure grows impatient. Othello tries to move, but he finds his legs rooted firmly to the ground. He glances at them; his boots have become one with the earth. He can feel the figure becoming irate, and his heart picks up pace. It begins to move towards him, floating like petals on a breeze. Othello grasps at his boots, desperately trying to release his legs; he needs to move, to flee, to escape before the figure consumes him. He panics, screams, feels his body begin to turn to stone. His skin burns as the world collapses around him. He feels like he is on fire. The figure is before him now, livid; it screeches his name, and reaches out with a clawed hand, ready to grasp his throat and choke the life from him --

Othello begins to cry.

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up --




---

“Wake up. Othello, wake up.”

Othello strangles the voice. He puts both his hands around its insipid neck and squeezes as hard as he can. He thinks he can feel the life go out of it, its last breath fall on his skin, when --

“Othello!”

He wakes up. Someone has their hands on his shoulders. He’s sitting up in bed, and there is no vertigo waiting for him. It’s been such a long time since I could sit up like this.

His eyes focus on the hands, and then the face that belongs to them. Demetrius is standing there, looking concerned.

Like he has any right to be concerned.

This time his hands are really around his neck -- his lying, pulsating neck – and he squeezes with all the strength his spent body can muster. Demetrius’ eyes are wide and frightened as he stares up at him. Othello wonders if his eyes will pop right out of their sockets if he squeezes even harder.

“You liar! Fucking liar!” He’s seething with some kind of barbaric rage. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, you little fucking liar!”

Demetrius makes a little sound in his throat. His mouth is gaping. He gasps. Sputters. Blood comes pouring out of his eyes and ears and his teeth fall out of his mouth and Othello laughs and laughs and laughs and--

Pop—

Demetrius shakes him again. He’s yelling now.

“Othello, can you hear me? Are you all right?”

His eyes and ears are clean and free of blood, and his teeth are still in his mouth.

“What? I don’t know –“

“What happened here? Everything is a mess, and there’s – well, puke – you got sick. Everywhere, it looks like...”

“Sick?”

“I cleaned most of it up, but my god, Othello...”

How many days has it been now? How many days has Demetrius left him here in his new, monstrous body, left him to combat his way through the sickness and delirium and pain --

“Your fault,” he croaks.

Demetrius looks confused.

“What’s my fault?”

“All of this.” Othello reaches up to claw at his face but Demetrius grabs his hands and yells at him, like a stupid dog.

“What the hell are you talking about, Othello? This mess? I wasn’t here –“

“You weren’t here!”

Othello shrieks, and clocks Demetrius square in the jaw. He staggers backwards and hits the wall, before falling down onto his knees. Othello breathes hard, livid, more furious than he’s ever been in his life. He can literally feel that rage pulse in his veins and he wants to rip off his fucking liar head.

“All right. You’re mad,” Demetrius murmurs, bringing a tentative hand to his jaw. He rubs at it, and Othello hits his hand away. He’s crawled down into the space between the bed and Demetrius and is staring at him, heaving like a wild animal. He may very well be a wild animal right now. He doesn’t even know what Demetrius did to him, that night, because he wasn’t there to explain it in the morning.

“I’m sorry,” Demetrius says. “I know I said I’d be there, but –“

Othello hits him again. He’s all over him now, breathing and screaming and sobbing and muttering incoherent words. He claws at his clothes and tears his skin with his teeth and nails and now Demetrius is shouting, begging him to stop, and then --

He kicks him, sending him flying backwards into the bed.

Othello hiccups.

“You crazy fuck!”

You left me alone.

“What is your problem, Othello!?”

You said you’d be there, when it was all over.
“Why did you leave me?” Othello manages to sound more like a kicked puppy than a vigilante when he finally speaks. His sudden movements have left him feeling weak and ill. He slumps down on the mattress and buries his head in his hands.

Demetrius reaches forward and puts a hand on his head. Othello doesn’t bother pushing him away.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I was scared ... I thought maybe I made a mistake, and killed you or something ... oh god, Othello, there was so much blood.”

Othello remembers the blood. It was all over the bed as well as his hands. It was stuck in his hair and on his clothes. He opens his eyes and looks around him; Demetrius has changed the sheets, as well.

“Why couldn’t you come back? I was so scared...” Othello doesn’t know if he’s saying this because it is the truth, or if it’s because he wants to manipulate Demetrius back into caring for him. He feels disgusting, but justifies it by reminding himself that this was all his friend’s fault.


“I didn’t want to come back and find you dead,” Demetrius murmurs. “Or... or worse. Eve –“ Othello growls at the name of Demetrius’ lover, “- she said that sometimes people, they... I don’t know, transform. I didn’t want to see you like – like a monster.”

“Well, I’m not a monster,” Othello snaps. “Or am I? I wouldn’t know.”

“No, you’re not. Look at me,” Demetrius asks. When Othello doesn’t respond, he reluctantly adds, “Please?”

Othello lifts up his head and stares at his friend with contempt. He gets his first good look at him since he woke up; there are deep circles under his eyes, and his lips are chapped, like he’s been biting at them. His skin is pale and clammy and his hair is dishevelled. Mostly, he looks guilty, and it’s this defeatist appearance that keeps Othello from punching him once more.

“You look all right,” Demetrius says after a moment’s contemplation. “A little pale... and your pupils are big. Did – did you have any nightmares? Because I had a lot of nightmares when it first happened...”

“I don’t know,” Othello lies. He had terrible dreams, but he’s having trouble separating them from reality at the moment. For all he knows, this could be a dream, and he could still be sleeping fitfully, alone, with Demetrius far away with Evelyn, planning their summer wedding.

“Oh. Well, did you manage to eat anything? Even some water?”

“What do you think? I was puking every goddamn hour! I could barely stand up! I was hallucinating! Fuck, maybe I’m still hallucinating. I kind of wish I was, because that would mean I could kill you and not go to jail,” Othello roars scathingly, revelling in the way Demetrius recoils from him at the threat of violence. He never would have before; did he think now, because he was a monster, he would actually kill him? Did he not know any better?

“Sorry. That was a stupid question,” Demetrius mutters timidly. He refuses to look Othello in the eye. “Do... do you want something to eat now?”

Othello laughs mercilessly. “You know what I want? I want to lock you in this fucking room, give you some acid, and see what you do while I leave for three days. Then I’ll come back and act like I did nothing wrong.” Maybe he is being unreasonable. Othello doesn’t care.

Demetrius slams his fist down on the bed. He looks wild and untamed, and for the first time since he came to him in the dead of night three days ago, Othello sees the gleam of disease in his eye.

I’m sorry! What more do you want me to do!? I am fucking sorry, okay? I’m sorry I – I fucking infected you, and then took off like the coward I am. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to look after you when you needed me. I’m sorry.

Demetrius breathes heavily, wrought with distress. Othello looks away as the silence stretches between them. He knows his friend wants nothing more than his forgiveness, and perhaps it is because he is feeling benevolent, or because he feels the man is now satisfactorily penitent, but Othello reaches out to him.

“Hold me.” He speaks the request quietly and looks at his hands. “Don’t say anything. I don’t want to hear it. Just stay here and let me sleep...”

Demetrius breathes a sigh of relief. He takes Othello’s hands and holds them in his unnaturally cold, clammy grip.

“Okay,” he agrees. “Okay.”

Othello shuts his eyes and, for the first time since Demetrius’ mouth was on his neck, siphoning the life out of him, sleeps peacefully.
 
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am I so obsessed with my recent Inquisitor that I have made him a permanent character?
why yes, yes I am



is he an inquisitor as an OC? no, no he is not
just a dirty elf/spy who hates things like Responsibility and Clothes and Not Peeing Where Other People Can See You

he may have been intended for the DA universe but, like
he is totally usable for any fantasy setting, just gotta fudge around with the details a bit

so
DA = Dragon Age
OF = original fantasy

also got rid of a lot of these questions as they are irrelevant and/or dumb

Full Name: Tahariss Sorrian
Pronunciation: Tah-ha-riss (literally how it is spelt, like...) So-ree-ahn
Nickname/Alias: N/A (yet)
Pet Name: N/A (yet)
Real Age: 23
Age Appearance: Appears his real age, if not a bit older thanks to sun exposure.
Gender: Cisgender male
Orientation: Aggressively homosexual
Birthday: --
Origin: Nomadic clan. DA: Clan was staying near the Free Marches when he was born. OF: Born in a cold, rainy region of the continent, but has spent much of his life in warmer climes.
Preferred Hand: Ambidextrous, slightly favouring left hand. Thanks to this skill he is very proficient wielding two daggers in battle.
Immediate Family: If asked, he would say that his entire clan is his immediate family, but by blood relation he has his father, Thevin, one of the clan blacksmiths, his mother, Nolana, who was one of the clan's hunters, but who died in childbirth with his younger brother, Sowen. Though Tahariss does still harbor somewhat of a grudge towards his brother because of this, he tries his hardest not to act on it, as his mother would have wanted.
Distant Family: His blood grandmother and grandfather on his mother's side are still alive, but ailing. As his father was adopted by the clan and was not born into it, his parents are unknown to Tahariss.
Parenting: He was raised communally by the entire clan.
Upbringing: DA: Like all Dalish, was brought up to honour the old ways of the Elvhen. Both: Distrusts humans. Spiritual. Despite his occasionally barbaric ways, respects his clan immensely. Can seem like a different person depending on who he is interacting with and where.
Race: DA: Dalish elf. OF: Elf
Facial Type: Heart-shaped. High, sharp cheekbones.
Eye Color: Gold, blue ring around irises.
Hair Color: Auburn; more on the reddish side.
Hairstyle: Wavy hair texture. Sides shaved, long on top, almost always pulled back.
Skin Tone: Warm. Deep.
Complexion: Rough and scarred from a life spent outdoors.
Makeup: Wears eyeliner sometimes, for funsies.
Body Type: Ectomorph
Build: Tall and lanky like most elves, but extremely fit and well muscled. Low body fat.
Height: 6'3"
Cup Size: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Birthmarks/scars: Scar across the left side of his mouth; scar over his right eyebrow; scar underneath his right eye. Has a large birthmark on his back above his left hip that looks a little bit like a rabbit, if you squint.
Distinguishing Features: DA: Vallaslin, deep burgundy, covers his entire face. OF: Pretend he has no face paint, ok.
Style: If it was up to him, he would run around naked all the time, but alas, this is not feasible. Whether it be for matters of pride or for matters of practicality, he must wear clothes. For the most part, he wears whatever he is given. However, he knows he looks very good in earthy colours, so he does often ask for his attire to be made with that in mind. He might as well look good if he has to be covered.
Mode of Dress: --
Grooming: He often needs to be reminded to comb his hair. Grooming is not high on his list of priorities, though he does like to feel clean.
Posture: Doesn't have perfect posture.
Wardrobe: --
Equipment: DA: Two unique daggers, crafted of Ironbark by his father. OF: Two unique daggers, crafted lovingly by his father. Daggers are named 'Annia' and 'Laishan'. If asked about the meaning of these names, he will coyly ask you to 'say them out loud'.
Accessories: Both ears are extravagantly pierced. The jewelry he adorns all have different meanings, and were given to him at different times, by different people.
Trinkets: NA
Habits and Mannerisms: Bites his nails when anxious, licks his lips when concentrating, has trouble sitting still so is always moving in some way when not in action (tapping his feet, pacing, or even just fidgeting with his fingers, or the grass, or the leaves... anything within reach)
Scent: Elves produce very little body odour. Often smells like the forest, or the incense his clan burns every evening.
Mood: Tahariss can be very obnoxious. He has a lot of energy and does not always know what to do with it all*, something he has never grown out of. He is also very quick to anger, though he burns out as quickly as he sparks.

*(other than have sex
Tahariss really, really likes to fuck.)
Attitude: Can be quite childish. He doesn't like to take anything too seriously, unless it is particularly grave. He's not the kind of person to start laughing in the middle of a funeral - just the kind of person to make it a contest to see who can pee further off the top of a cliff.
Stability: Volatile, as mentioned. He is also not very emotionally mature. He has never taken the time to understand his emotions.
Expressiveness: Very expressive; despite his job as a glorified spy, he is not very good at keeping secrets from his friends and family, and it often shows on his face. However, when he is in 'business' mode, he almost becomes another person: stoic, cold, professional.
When Happy: Laughs a lot. Eyes bright. Jokes about.
When Depressed: 'This is stupid. Let's hit things.'
When Angry: Though his frequent bursts of anger are never all that intimidating - not if you know him - when Tahariss is truly angry, it is a terrifying sight.
Note: These are generalizations. Different situations will create different reactions.
Favorite Colors: Green, red, orange; autumn colours.
Favorite Animals: DA: Halla, of course. OF: Deer, rabbits, probably some other shit depending on exactly what kind of creatures are milling about.
Favorite Places: (Ex: Fav City, State, or Country)
Favorite Flavors: --
Favorite Foods: --
Least Favorite Colors: --
Least Favorite Animals: --
Least Favorite Places: Anything too posh or campy. Any place that requires him to dress up. Anything too swampy. Though he knows that they have significant meaning, he hates the ancient temples and burial grounds of his people.
Least Favorite Flavors: ---
Least Favorite Foods: ---
Least Favorite Drinks: ---
Languages: English, some level of Elvish
Accent: DA: Typical Dalish accent (Welsh). OF: Also Welsh because idgaf.
Greetings and Farewells: (How does your character say hello and goodbye?)
State of Mind: (Ask your character "how are you" and see how they respond)
Compliment: (Have your character say something nice)
Insult: (Have your character insult someone)
Expletive: Motherfucker, shit bag, cock sucker
Laughter: He has a loud, raucous, obnoxious laugh.
Tag Line: (Something your character says a lot in everyday sentences. Can often be filled with a sound or vocalization. Ex: Lol, dude, uh)
Signature Quote: (Something significant your character says. Doesn't have to be meaningful, just make it memorable.)
Reputation: Even among his clan he is known as a troublemaker.
First Impressions: 'Who is this dirty elf and why is he glaring at me?' Alternatively, 'Why is there a dirty, naked elf sprinting across my property flailing what appears to be a pair of bloomers over his head?'
Stranger Impressions: (If someone was told about the character but didn't know them, what would they think?)
Friendly Impressions: (What do people who are friends or acquaintances of your character think of them?)
Enemy Impressions: (What do people who can't stand your character think? If you can't think of anyone who hates your character, we have a problem.)
Familiar Impressions: (What do people very close to your character think of them? Ex: Family, lovers)
Compliments: (What are some good things other people would say of your character? [heroic, good listener])
Insults: (Would anyone like to call your character a whore, jerk, or stupid?)
Self-Impression: (What does your character really think of themselves deep down?)
Role: (What purpose does your character serve? [mentor, leader])
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Song: --
Vice: Wrath
Virtue: Diligence
Defining Moment: ---
Tropes: (What about your character is stereotypical or cliched? [You can't say nothing. Every character has some kind of cliche in them])
Originality: (What makes your character different from one like them?
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What was he meant to do in this bizarre situation? His nostrils flared as he breathed Mason's intoxicating scent in deep, and every inhale tugged at the strings of his composure. Fane might have been an angel now, but he had never and still did not possess superhuman self-control. The fact that he hadn't yet pounced on Mason like the alpha before him was nothing short of a miracle. Dazed, he stared at the human's flushed face and parted lips for much too long before acting.

"We should get you somewhere safe," he finally said, clearing his throat. "Do you live around here?" Fane wondered if that was something he should know, just like how he knew where Mason was being assaulted, but no matter how he focused, he couldn't summon the knowledge. Apparently he was not omnipotent.

On one particularly deep inhale, Fane sputtered, and turned his face into the sleeve of his gaudy white coat (what kind of clothes were these, anyway? Who wore all white?) Spirits, this was rough. He had almost forgotten what this felt like. He was unaware of his own scent stinking up the alley, strong like cedars.


Of all the things that could have landed Adrien in inpatient care, it was breaking a mirror with his fists.

Such an act felt powerful at the time. Symbolic. He was shattering the reflection that tormented him so, seeking a reprieve from the violent mockery that goaded him day in and day out. And it was a reprieve, it was... just a very temporary one. He didn't notice the blood at first, because as was his normal state on Friday nights (and Saturday nights, and Sunday nights, and lately even Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday nights...), he was numbed to stupor by heroin; there was no initial pain. It wasn't until he stumbled out of his friend's bathroom and into the living room, leaving grotesque globs of bright red blood splattered in his wake, that he realized that something was wrong.

"Adrien! What the fuck did you do?"

He didn't have an answer to that. Four days later, writhing in a sterile single bed as his body wept toxins from every pore, he still hadn't answered her. Robyn. His only friend who had managed not to drive away, but he was close. She told him that, sobbing at his bedside as she pleaded with him to please, please take the help, god, Adrien, you're going to die. 'Sweetie, you're so thin. You're killing yourself. I love you so much but I can't stay by you and watch you die. Please. If not for me, do it for your mom.'

Shit. Robyn knew exactly what she was doing by invoking his dead mother.

Right now, he hated her. He hated everything. If asked at this very moment, he would probably even curse his own mother's name, and it was well known to anyone who knew him that he was the pinnacle of a mama's boy. The doctor told him that the methadone was supposed to help, but it had been a full day, and his body still screamed. He was still in and out of the bathroom shitting his guts out, and retching bile into a cold metal bed pan. His nose wouldn't stop running, and he'd cried more in the past 36 hours than he had in the past year. 'This is normal. This will pass.'

Fuck normal! He knew that this would happen, because he wasn't a millionaire; there were times in the past year of his addiction that he simply could not find a way to buy a fix, and suffered as a result. But the difference between withdrawal then and now was that there was no light at the end of the tunnel this time, a big neon one in the shape of a syringe. All he had right now was fucking methadone, and it did not do nearly as good of a job keeping the edge off as he had been lead to believe.

When he brought this up, he was told to just 'give it time'. Well, Adrien had never been a patient person even when he was sober; right now the prospect of having to wait to feel relief was torturous. He wanted to die. Such a thought was not uncommon for him, but this time he really meant it. If he wasn't in a place where all sharps were kept very securely away from him, he probably would have tried to off himself by now.

The worst part was, by far, how he had no way of suppressing the flood of mental anguish he had began using heroin to suffocate.

In hindsight, therapy would have been a less expensive and less life ruining option, but Adrien had never been known for making good decisions. His entire life up until this point was a testament to that fact. Here he was, 21 years old - barely old enough to drink in this god-forsaken country - and a whopping 103 pounds soaking wet... which he was, albeit from sweat. All of this because he was too much of a coward to face his trauma head on. Coping mechanisms on top of coping mechanisms, and none of them healthy.

It was hard to tell just how much time had passed by the time the methadone began to soothe his symptoms. At some point, he had finally fallen asleep, no doubt to the relief of both his nurses and his roommate; Adrien was a screamer (in every avenue of life). By the time he woke up, it was the next morning. Day five. He was still jittery, still vaguely nauseated, could still feel the clamorous unease crawling beneath his skin -- but he didn't feel like he was actively dying. That was certainly an improvement; even his jaded, grumpy ass couldn't deny that.

Bleary-eyed, Adrien sat up in his bed, and waited for the room to stop spinning before getting up.






I just need another post to save stuff in cuz the first one is getting cluttered. This is all unfinished, just a place to store thoughts/WIP posts. Don't look at this skree hiss

- Gay male romance/MxM. No yaoi tropes here. I am open to trans male and nonbinary characters, but I'm very picky about it. Regardless of who plays a trans character, I require respect from my partner. I am not interested in entertaining your 'cunt boy' fetish (sorry to be so crude). I am also not interested in focusing on the assigned gender of trans characters. At all. I deal with this enough in my real life. Sorry for this unfriendly paragraph, but I've encountered so much unpleasantness when attempting to use trans characters in the past. :(


I am an old freakin man with bad eyes so I beg you to use default font size in your posts, and if you like to use fancy templates (by all means!), please don't use a teeny tiny little box. Your words are delicious, please let me read them

I write a lot and sometimes use fancy words but honestly I am an idiot with little literary knowledge. As long as I can understand what you're saying I don't really care how perfect your grammar is. I'm just here to write fun stories and torture my characters a little, we don't need to be winning any Pulitzer prizes over here

Speaking of CHARACTERS
  • I am very character-focused. I love writing a rich variety of characters and most of my enjoyment of role-playing comes from developing characters and exploring their relationships. So that's why I ask that my partners' characters are also robust individuals and are not just blow-over bottoms with zero depth beyond their proclivity for getting dicked. Basically if you only write 'ukes' we will not be a match.
  • I am very happy to write as or with trans/NB characters, but this is one of those things that I require to be written respectfully. To put it bluntly, I am not here to entertain someone's cunt boy fetish.
  • I am fine using art or photographs for face claims, or foregoing them altogether and using only descriptions. Just let me know your preference so we can match!

I have few limits. My issues lie less with certain dark topics occurring at all and more with how they occur. Like with my note about trans characters, treat things with respect and acknowledge their gravity. Also I'm really okay with gore. Just, like, reckless amounts of gore.



However, it was much more embarrassing to say than he originally thought, and Luca found himself unwinding his arm from Sebastian, and slowly sitting up. After a beat, he announced, "I'm eating chips in your nest." He unrolled the bag, and fluffed it open. "You gonna kick me out?" If Sebastian was going to be a shit about this, then Luca was going to be, too. Smugly, he tilted the bag towards Sebastian. "Or do you want some too?"


Content Warnings: angst. just a lot of angst. potentially: omegaverse

Not gonna bother with 'Character A' or 'Character B' here, as I have a specific character I want to play for the angel - Fane Vasille (linked under 'characters').

In this universe, there is a strict hierarchy in the afterlife - and guardian angels are near the bottom. It is not considered an honoured role. Fane, as punishment for interfering with the fate of mortals, has been tasked with watching over a particularly downtrodden human.

For added strife, we can make this omegaverse, wherein Fane is an alpha. In all honesty, I would prefer this to be omegaverse, as it's based off of an old, very beloved roleplay of mine that unfortunately needed to end when my partner decided to pursue other things.


Content Warnings: genderbending (kind of), drama

Arranged marriage! With elves. And magic. And adventure.

Again, no character A or character B because I have a character I want to play - Faolan the elf prince. I have minor world-building done for this, but more collaborative building is more than welcome!

Faolan is a disappointment to his family for a multitude of reasons: he can't perform healing magic, he is terribly unathletic, and most embarrassingly of all, he is very, very gay. Unfortunately, he is also the royal family's oldest son, and as such, must be put up with - but all of his shortcomings are forced to be covered up.

Most notably, he is betrothed to a non-elven woman (can be human or any other race). Though this fills him with a sense of dread, Faolan is determined to be the son his family wants him to be, and so he puts on a brave smile and goes through with the wedding.

The catch here is that his bride is no bride at all, but a prince put under a curse by his parents to take the form of a woman. They had no son, but needed this political marriage for the prosperity of their kingdom.

There is such opportunity for fun in this. Again it is based on an old beloved role-play of mine and I am so eager to try this again.

Content Warnings: Omegaverse, knotting, omega oppression, sex slavery/arranged marriage. Potential: sex heavy, age differences, dub-con

Character A is a well-known and renowned figure (celebrity, athlete, prince, what have you), and has been informed that he has received an honorary/celebratory gift for [insert reason that would make sense considering A's status]. Character A assumes the gift will be something like a medal, or perhaps a very nice pen.

But it's not. He is being bestowed with the honor of choosing from the country's finest omegas to be his mate.

Character A is not an asshole. Frankly, he's a bit appalled by the idea that there are still societies that practice this sort of thing. But he is also an unmated alpha, doesn't want to be rude, and isn't getting any younger. He arrives at the glorified brothel, intending just to humour them, but stumbles upon Character B, who is the most beautiful omega he has ever seen.

(Or maybe character A is a huge asshole and is like, sweet, an omega, lOl)

I have a character for this, a character whom I love dearly, so I am asking to play the omega here. I also have done some not-insignificant world-building for this plot, which is included with this character's profile:

Jaculus
there's my boy

On the topic of m-preg for omegaverse/this particular plot:
I am fine if the possibility of male pregnancy exists in a universe. I'm just not on board for our characters conceiving and bearing a child. Infertility is an option, for added strife, or fail-proof birth control. Whichever. I just am really squicked out by pregnancy in general and don't like the element it adds to stories. No interest in playing out a family dynamic.

saving this old shitty code from Subeta until I can get home and save it on my computer

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- Add collapsable pokeball<br>
- Get overlay<br>
- Write story<br>
- Adjust TC images and other minor things<br><br>

<b>Oh brother of mine</b>,<br>

I've always thought we were destined for more, but the obstacles were too hard to face. The day will come when we will look at each other, look at all we have achieved, and know that we did it together.<br><br>

<b>Team</b> -<br>
<img src=http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/311.gif> [<b>Zap</b> the Plusle]<br>
Zap appears very cute but really is the devil incarnate. He will woo you with his adorable face and then steal money out of your wallet. Steal your heart, steal your soul. His best friend is Zip the Minun. The only person he will listen to is Julius, and even then his loyalty is dubious at best. Not very good at battles, prefers to sit on the sidelines.<br><br>

<b>Given to Julius as a present at age 14.</b><br>
<u>Level 40</u> Naughty Nature<br>
- Helping Hand<br>
- Baton Pass<br>
- Fake Tears<br>
- Thunderbolt<br><br>

<img src=http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/470.gif> [<b>Eleanor</b> the Leafeon]<br>
An elegant lady who is known to use her powers of seduction to win in

battles. Very competitive and hates to lose.<br><br>

<b>Bought as an Eevee from a shady 'breeder' in Fortree city.</b><br>
<u>Level 28</u> Sassy Nature<br>
- Razor Leaf<br>
- Attract<br>
- Dig<br>
- Yawn<br><br>

<img src=http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/262.gif> [<b>Rosco</b> the Mightyena]<br>
Julius' loyal dog and companion. He does anything Julius asks and is

always eager to please. He learned Fire Fang after accidentally

swallowing a misdirected flamethrower as a Poochyena. <br><br>

<b>Caught as a Poochyena on the route from Lilycove to

Fortree.</b><br>
<u>Level 30</u> Brave Nature<br>
- Roar<br>
- Bite<br>
- Fire Fang<br>
- Howl<br><br>

<img src=http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/008.gif> [<b>Luke</b> the Wartortle]<br>
A rough and tumble teenage turtle. He's not very bright, and likes to

take out all his aggression physically. He also enjoys

meditation.<br><br>

<b>Traded for as a Squirtle in Fallarbor town for a

Shroomish.</b><br>
<u>Level 23</u> Bold Nature<br>
- Aqua Jet<br>
- Bite<br>
- Withdraw<br>
- Tackle<br><br>

<img src=http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/284.gif> [<b>Lola</b> the Masquerain]<br>
The most docile of Julius' Pokemon. Does as she's told but prefers

sleeping to battling.<br><br>

<b>Caught as a Surskit in Petalburg Woods</b><br>
<u>Level 24</u> Calm Nature<br>
- Ominous Wind<br>
- Gust<br>
- Psybeam<br>
- Bug Bite<br><br>

<img src=http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/607.gif> [<b>Edward</b> the Litwick]<br>
Julius' newest team addition. While visiting Unova with Skyler, he

found it haunting a small inn and agreed to solve the problem for the

innkeeper. Edward appears to have no opinion on the matter of being

part of his team, though has a strange fascination with watching

people sleep. [Julius doesn't know if it is a boy or a girl, but gave

it a he thought was appropriate given its traits.] <br><br>

<b>Caught outside of Striaton city in Unova</b><br>
<u>Level 21</u> Quiet  Nature<br>
- Flame Burst<br>
- Confuse Ray<br>
- Astonish<br>
- Night Shade<br><br>

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It was at least minutely comforting that Sebastian, too, seemed flustered by what had just happened, but not enough for Luca to feel better. There was a faint buzz of arousal over their bond, which he did his best to ignore. Couldn’t they catch a break? The only thing that gave him any reprieve was the fact that the random movie his friend clicked on was one of his favourites, and one with almost no scenes that were liable to make either of them cry. He hoped. God, did he hope.

Even though a not-insignificant part of him wanted to lean back and cuddle with Sebastian, he remained steadfast, sitting awkwardly as he willed his erection away and tried to tell himself that cuddling wasn’t harmless anymore. Well, to him, anyway. To anyone else, it probably made more sense for them to cuddle now, being mates and all; it was definitely strange for two young men to cuddle as friends, but it was just something the two of them did, cultural norms be damned. Now it meant…something else. Something significantly more meaningful. Something Luca wasn’t ready to embrace.

“It’s good you’re hungry,” he said, and he definitely meant that. “I was worried I’d have to force feed you or something.” He laughed rigidly, but he was serious. He didn’t want to, but for Sebastian’s health, he wasn’t above exercising his command to force him to eat. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like it would come to that.

They fell into an awkward silence, filled only with G-rated Disney dialogue as Luca tried to focus on everything but his traitorous rut-tainted body. Every once and a while he’d chance a glance over at Sebastian, unconsciously taking in the little furrow between his brows, the way he chewed on the inside of his lip, the dusting of heat over his cheeks. By the time their door buzzer went off, he was more than ready to put some distance between them.

“I’ll go down and get it,” he said, almost leaping out of bed (now that he was, mercifully, soft) at the opportunity. As he haphazardly pulled an old purple T-shirt over his head, he added, “Don’t worry about pausing the movie. I’ll be back soon.”

No doubt he looked like he just walked through a tornado when he ambled downstairs to the lobby. The uncharitable look on the delivery guy’s face confirmed it. He even saw the guy’s lip curl, but Luca figured that had more to do with the fact that he no doubt reeked of pheromones than anything to do with his appearance. Whatever. He didn’t care at this point. He just wanted his fucking pizza.

He gave the son of a bitch a good tip for having to deal with his rancid self, and hurried back upstairs before anyone else had to see him like this. By the time he got back inside, he was almost salivating. He wasn’t sure he had ever craved something greasy and fried so badly before in his life.

“I’m back,” he called to Sebastian, just in case he hadn’t heard him come back in. “And I’m fuckin’ hungry!” He didn’t even bother stopping to grab plates on his way back to his room. The two of them were essentially animals today; they might as well eat like them, too.

“I got your favourite,” he said as entered his room, setting the boxes down directly on his bed to show that he had truly given up on life. “Hawaiian, extra ham.” He opened one of the boxes to show off the piping hot pizza inside, and once the smell hit his nose he felt his stomach grumble so ferociously he wouldn’t be surprised if it was audible outside of the apartment. “I got two of them. I don’t know about you, but I could probably eat a whole fucking pizza by myself right now.” He wouldn’t…but he could.

“And,” Luca continued, grabbing the bag of breadsticks and pulling one out, “breadsticks. The garlic ones.” The four shakers of dip he ordered were slotted into each corner of the pizza box; he pulled one out and threw it in Sebastian’s direction.

The moment he ripped into the breadstick he was holding, he almost moaned. “God, I love bread,” he said rudely around a mouthful of garlic and dough. “I want to shake the hand of whoever invented bread.” And pizza. Somehow all Luca needed to get his mind off of the disaster that was this entire day was pizza. Hopefully this would provide a welcome distraction to Sebastian, too.

As Julien’s mouth cranked and mind churned with formless, flustered thoughts, there was a not insignificant part of him that begged Nareel to be angry with him. Anger he could reason with; anger he could handle. But it soon became crystal clear that Nareel was not going to get angry with him. Not now. Possibly not ever. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him at the realization, like his body was punishing him for lying about being sick. That nausea only surged when Nareel, much like he had the night before, reached to clasp his hands over one of Julien’s own.

He was so thankful for the din of chattering students when he outright whimpered at the touch. He fought not to pull away like he had been scalded; casual touch like this would never not be overwhelming to him. His lips opened and closed over several soundless rebukes, his mind stuttering like a broken record as Nareel apologized to him. His train of thought derailed altogether when Nareel once again called him sweet, a knot of genuine concern drawn between his eyebrows, and Julien wasn’t certain what he would have done had their teacher not scolded Nareel when she did.

He was left dumbfounded with only Nareel’s lingering, meaningful grin playing in his mind. What had just happened? No one had ever chased after him like this. His disappearing act was always enough to make any reasonable person give up pursuing him. This meant that Nareel was either extremely dedicated to a particularly cruel prank, or he…truly, genuinely, wanted to be Julien’s friend.

And Julien didn’t know what to do with that information.

For all his problems, Julien was normally a very astute student (in the classes he found interesting enough to shut out his demons, at least), but found that he couldn’t focus on the introductory lesson at all. His ears burned, his head ached, and that nausea simmered in his belly, stubborn as a mule. He was acutely aware of Nareel’s presence behind him, and was certain that if he could brave a glance over his shoulder, he’d find the other boy staring at him. He could feel it. He was absolutely positive that as soon as class ended, Nareel would talk to him again, and he didn’t know what to do about the small part of him that actually wanted that to happen.

It was like a tiny ember, a spark of the fire that once burned so brightly inside of him, one that refused to be extinguished by any manner of trauma or illness or fear. One that he had forgotten still lingered in his heart, so dim that it needed a beacon to be seen, and Nareel was a ray of sunlight just bright enough to illuminate it.

If class had lasted any longer, Julien’s demons might have been able to snuff out that lone surviving glimmer of hope, but the teacher dismissed them just in time for Nareel’s voice to scare them off for at least a little longer. Though Julien had put down barely more than a scribble in his sketchbook, he still turned around in his seat, finally chancing a look at the boy behind him. His mouth felt dry as he looked between Nareel and his sketchbook, checking to see if he had drawn anything. Something that he might be able to comment on.

Of course, when he actually needed to trigger his rambling reflex, no words came; he just sat there like a lump, obviously looking like he wanted to say something, but utterly lost for words.

Emile dozed lightly for a few more hours, comforted by the solid warmth of Arros’s embrace. When his eyes next fluttered open, it wasn’t due to a nightmare, but the ache between his eyes fully taking hold. He shifted restlessly and moaned as he roused, rubbing at his eyes like a child. It must have been because of the headache that he momentarily forgot his surroundings, because when he opened his eyes fully and looked up at Arros, he startled.

Their evening together returned to him in a flash flood. All at once he became acutely aware of their entangled limbs, the gentle rise and fall of the prince’s chest, and the press of his morning interest against his thigh. Emile took in a sharp breath and held it for several seconds as he panicked, focusing his gaze on Arros, and fighting the desire to let his eyes wander south.

He’d never seen the prince’s cock in the daylight, after all.

His breath exited his lungs in a forceful, dramatic sigh. As tempting as it was (though he was loathe to acknowledge it), he could not stay here on this chaise lounging with the prince like proper lovers. He had already overstepped his bounds by staying the night with him. It was for the best that he hurry back to his room and scrub the night from his memories – for the both of them.

Where were his clothes? He cast a glance over his shoulder, wincing as even the subtle movement made his ears ring. When he couldn’t immediately find them strewn across the floor, he sighed again, letting his head loll against the arm of the chaise. He couldn’t very well dash back to his room naked; there went his plans of silently excusing himself. He looked back up at Arros, an uneasiness settling in his stomach like a stone as he noticed that the prince was wide awake, and looking right at him.

For a few stressful moments, Emile floundered for words, begging himself to come up with a proper excuse to leave. When, after ten seconds, all he could come up with was, “Well… I should get back to my room,” he felt heat prickle up the nape of his neck in embarrassment. It was unlike him, to be lost for words, to be lacking his signature bite. It didn’t help that his voice was hoarse, and tongue made of ash, no doubt thanks to his drunken suggestion that the prince fuck his throat like a beast in heat.

“I am quite in need of a bath,” he added hurriedly, suddenly acutely aware of the disgusting state he left himself in last night. Neither of them smelled their finest, that was certain. “And I am sure you have wonderful activities planned for me today.” The words were forced, awkward, nothing like the sharp banter that was normal between them, but Emile hoped Arros wouldn’t pick up on it. He didn’t need to grant the prince such leverage to lord over him, that his concubine’s bravado was shaken by a night of incredible sex. If Emile did not have that, at least, then he had nothing.
 
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Desio Soraya
Full Name: Desio Soraya
Nick Name: Dez
Age: 21
Race: Human
Nationality: Kheran
Gender: Cisgender male
Secondary Sex: Omega
Occupation: Beast Tamer


Personality

HEADSTRONG / LOYAL / FIERY / HONEST​

Throughout his life, Desio has often been referred to has a 'firecracker', and the word couldn't be more accurate in describing his character. When his sights are set on something, he will do anything to achieve it. That can range from small things, like saving up for a new piece of jewelry, to something larger - like ensuring that he never end up enslaved like the other omegas in his nation.

He learned independence at a young age, and can be frustratingly stubborn when it comes to accepting help from others. He has a short temper, and can be difficult to tame once he begins a rampage. However, he has a sweet soul, and is always horrified whenever he hurts another being. It is this softness that makes him a natural at beast taming, and easily endears other to him.

He is loyal to his friends and has a strong sense of right and wrong, though his world view can be unfortunately black and white. It is hard to shake him from his views once he decides something, and he holds vicious grudges. Though he is quite guarded, he is also very talkative, and has been known to talk on end for hours without getting tired; this is only exacerbated by alcohol.


Appearance

Hair: Coarse, white, fluffy hair. It is not natural. He bleaches it. Naturally dark brown.

Eyes: Warm brown eyes with flecks of gold, framed by thick, long lashes and well-defined dark eyebrows.

Complexion: Warm skin, freckled from long hours spent in the sun. Unlike the omegas in the temples, who undergo painful skin bleaching, Desio's natural deep skin tone shines through.

Features: Has a round face with a small, flat nose and large eyes. Full lips with slightly crooked teeth. Defined dimples when he smiles.

Build: Stands at 5'9", which is quite tall for an omega but average for a Kheran beta male. Though his job itself is quite physical, he also dedicates time to working out a few times a week to keep up his muscular build. Though it's nothing compared to what true alphas could achieve with a quarter of the effort, he is very proud of his musculature.

Other: As is customary for all Kherans, both of his ears are pierced, but he does not wear extravagant jewelry due to the nature of his job. He wears two simple studs made of gold and emeralds, and learned quickly never to wear any loose jewelry after a gryphon hatchling snagged one of Malia's hoops and tore it from her ear.


On Khera

Khera as a nation is known for producing the loveliest omegas this side of the continent. In fact, the export of omegas and the legal sex trade is what keeps Khera's economy afloat. What this unfortunately means is that omegas are taken from their families the moment that they present, usually between the ages of 13 and 15, and are forced to undergo staunch training and rituals to become the 'perfect omega'. Beauty is absolutely essential, and is considered to the most important trait of an omega - intelligence or strength be damned.

An omega's primary gender is irrelevant, except when it comes to bearing children. Omegas are expected to be the feminine, fairer sex. There are male omegas that are able to bear children, but it is incredibly rare. Because of this rarity, there is a belief that these omegas bear perfect children, and are excellent 'mothers'; they are not sent to stay at regular convents, but rather sent to train with royalty, where they will essentially become a breeding cow for nobility. It is a harrowing fate.

Omega convents/'temples' are overlooked by a high priest, and several priestesses. Omegas live and train there until the day they are sold or given away. Temples also act as brothels, though Kheran officials deny this.

Omegas discover their animal spirit when they first present, and are separated into 'houses' at the temple depending on their vision. All houses are named after star signs, from Aries to Ophiuchus.

Khera's people have darker skin by nature, though omegas are shielded from sunlight almost completely (allowed a total of one hour of indirect sunlight a day) and are forced to undergo several beauty regimes (including painful skin bleaching) that will ensure they stay 'pale and beautiful'. This is considered a beauty standard only for omegas, and insinuates that they are 'pure' and 'untouched'.

As a culture: Outside of the omega trade, the Kheran people are hardworking, boisterous, and spiritual. As a nation they are unfortunately quite xenophobic, but as they rely on outside trade to keep their economy strong, their borders are open to all. The Kheran language is similar to Samoan in sound.

Khera borders the ocean, and outside of omegas their main export is seafood.


Biography

- There are no tests for secondary sex in Khera; it is always a surprise. When omegas present, it is law that they must be sent to one of the Zodiac temples to learn how to be a proper omega. However, Desio did not want this life. Scrappy and determined, he figured out a way to escape the temple, mere days after discovering his animal spirit - the bull.

- He escaped to the neighbouring nation of Bastia at age 14, where he stayed for one year. He learned of (some herb?) which would prevent his heats, an herb that could only grow in Bastia's native soil. However, he was given a stern warning by a doctor that he could not use it irresponsibly, or it would not work.

- He took some of the soil and the herb back with him to Khera to grow. He is very protective over those little plants.

- In Bastia he met Malia, also a Kheran, who took him under her wing. When she returned to Khera, he came with her, where they set up a beast taming business. Malia promised that she would not turn him into the authorities so long as he worked for her. Desio happily, and eagerly, agreed.

- Thanks to his unusual height and perfume brewed by Malia, he was able to pass as an alpha (at least, Desio tells people he's an alpha, but no one has the heart to tell him that most people just assume he's a beta).
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Rinat Zhandos
Full Name: Rinat Zhandos
Nick Name: Ri, Peya (affectionate Kheran nickname roughly translated to 'grey one'; 'pey' meaning 'grey' and '-a' an affectionate suffix, usually used by children)
Age: 33
Race: Vinas
Gender: Male
Secondary Sex: Beta
Occupation: Beast Tamer


Personality

PEACEFUL / ENIGMATIC / PATIENT / FLIRTATIOUS​

Rinat is, before anything else, extremely easygoing. He likes to have a good time, and wants to experience all life has to offer. It is almost impossible to make him angry; he is much more likely to simply walk away long before he ever reaches that point. For ignorant Kherans who were regaled with stories of the feral Vinas, this is baffling to them - but Rinat is peaceful, elegant, and every the mystery.

He enjoys using such mystery - of him and his people - to his advantage; he happily plays the enigmatic foreigner to the amusement of others, especially when it leads to a romp in the sheets. He is affectionate with everyone, and open to love anyone, regardless of race or sex. However touchy he might be, he always respects the comfort of others, and will stop without further question if requested.

He is rather flamboyant in mannerisms and in dress, and his favourite part of visiting a new country is dressing himself in the local garb. He likes to express himself visually, with clothes and accessories. If asked, he will say that he knows he pulls attention simply by virtue of being Vinas; he might as well look good while doing it.


Appearance

Hair: Has short, wispy, silver hair that takes on a lavender hue in the light.

Eyes: Has amethyst irises, and like all Vinas, dark sclera, which many outsiders find quite unsettling. Short eyelashes but strong, very well groomed eyebrows.

Complexion: Rinat has a grayish skintone signature to all Vinas. As he spends most of his time outdoors, it is darker than that of most of his kin, who are sheltered from the elements under the vast canopies of the forest. Has many beauty marks covering his skin, including an array on the left side of his face that looks suspiciously like Orion.

Features: Has a long face with strong, prominent features: high, defined cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a pronounced nose.

Build: Rinat towers over most Kherans at 6'5". He is broad, with wide hips and shapely thighs and calves. He is quite eye-catching, and has become quite used to garnering stares wherever he goes in the country.

Other: Has two long, curved horns protruding from his forehead. Rinat, when prompted, will happily tell others that the size of one's horns in Vinas culture signifies their fertility, something he often uses as a segue into flirtation.


The Vinas

The Vinas are an elegant horned race that are shrouded in mystery to much of the outside world. They are so secluded and fearful of others that they are seldom seen outside of the lush forests they call home. Little is known about them, even to the most dedicated of scholars. They are not welcoming to strangers, and have no interest in striking bargains with other races.

The Vinas first learned their fear of the outside world by old world poachers who would hunt them for their horns. Before that, it is speculated that they were nomads.

On Sex & Gender

The Vinas put little importance on primary sex and all importance on secondary sex. Omegas are seen as caretakers, those who continue the race; betas are by and large the backbone of society, merchants and builders; alphas are seen as warriors and rulers, and are very uncommon. However, unlike Kheran society, omegas are treated as precious jewels; everyone looks out for them, and they receive the best of care and the utmost respect. In fact, most families are lead by an omega, though the Vinas king and queen are always alphas.

Because of this, there aren't really female/male pronouns used in the Vinasrian language. Therefore, though Rinat is biologically male, he does not identify as such. He identifies as a beta, nothing else, but won't get angry if others gender him based on his primary sex. In his time outside of his homeland, he learned that the way of the Vinas is very uncommon.

Language

The Vinas possess the unique ability to communicate with all races regardless of language, the irony of which is not lost on scholars. They are also capable of passing this ability on to others by way of a kiss, though the exchange is temporary.


Biography

- Rinat showed up in Khera one day with only the clothes on his back. Mysteriously, he could speak the language almost perfectly, which is very unusual for outsiders. Most were stunned to see a Vinas in person; it was all but unheard of to see one outside of their settlements.

But Rinat was different from the time he was very small. He wanted to see everything the world had to offer. Much to the horror of his parents, he had a habit of sneaking out of the forests to peer at nearby travelers. No matter how many times he was sternly lectured about how the atsad - outsiders - were dangerous, Rinat's determination never faltered.

It was his goal to leave the forests of Ormur, and he met this goal by the age of 25. By the time he turned up in Khera, he had been to 10 different countries in 2 different continents. He has remained here for three years now, and while he claims it is because he is gathering resources before moving on, both Malia and Desio have their suspicions that he is staying in Khera simply because of the people he met here.



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Jesse De Laurentis



Overview
Full Name: Jesse Camillo De Laurentis
Age: 22, born February 5th, 1976
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Italian (2nd generation)
Occupation: Bartender at the underground gay bar, 'The Swallow'.

Appearance
Hair: Long, thick, and slightly wavy dark brown hair, reaching the tops of his shoulder blades. Takes very good care of it but likes to style it so it looks like he doesn't.
Eyes: Brown eyes with long, thick eyelashes. When he can get away with it - which, with his lifestyle, is most of the time - likes to wear eyeliner.
Build: A willowy 6'0", tall but quite thin with little muscle to speak of. Heroin chic, minus the heroin.
Style: Jesse is effeminate in both appearance and mannerisms and thrives on it. Even when in public, and forced to adopt an adult persona, he does not change his behaviour. This occasionally poses a threat to him, but Jesse, by choice, is rarely alone. Especially fond of sleeveless shirts, tight jeans and leather jackets - all fashionably torn, of course.
Other: Has several piercings: his tongue, right nipple, and lobe, upper lobe, tragus, anti-helix, helix, inner conch, and industrial on both ears.

Personality
Jesse is, by most standards, not a very good person. He is vain and shallow, and has little qualms about taking advantage of others; he uses his good looks to get money - and protection - out of older men, and doesn't care about the reputation it gives him. He has yet to really internalize the fleetingness of life, and still retains the cockiness of youth, thinking he is invincible.

He never learned empathy, though he doesn't lack it on principle; he is theoretically capable of sympathizing with others, but his own needs always come first. He doesn't care about the sob stories of others. He doesn't care that the old man he sleeps with for cash and cocaine is miserably lonely, having lost all of his family to gambling debt; he makes fun of him all the same once he's milked him dry.

The most important thing to learn about Jesse is to absolutely never take him at face value. He has no troubles lying to get his way, and in fact finds lying fun. He's known to make up entire personas for each person he is seeing. He almost never stays long enough for them to see through the façade.

However, he is not entirely without merit. He is hardworking, sensual, and highly intelligent. With discipline and a decent role model in his life, he might even be capable of growing to become a decent human being. There are some in his scene that swear all he needs is a kick in the ass and a wake-up call, and he'll come crawling back to every single person he has hurt with his lies and beg for forgiveness.

Biography
Jesse is a classic example of what happens when you neglect a child. He was the product of an unwanted pregnancy, child of an unwed teenage mother who wanted nothing to do with him. He was left with his grandparents most of the time, but as abuse is often learned, they treated him just as poorly. He was raised by the television, and the kids down the street - kids who threw rocks at homeless men, pulled the tails of cats, and set fire to dumpsters behind local fast food restaurants. Even though he always tried his best in school based on his own merits, the delinquent life seemed to be made for him.

He ended up dropping out of high school at age 15, and leaving his grandparents' house shortly after, moving in with his friends in a ramshackle basement suite with only one functioning toilet and a leaky ceiling. No matter how bleak it was, he loved it. He loved every second of it. He was free to do whatever he wanted - which ended up being sex, drugs, and getting heavily into the rock and roll scene. It was also during this time that he came to terms with his sexuality, along with his gender presentation; he had always felt more comfortable allowing himself to express his femininity, but with his extremely conservative and verbally abusive family, had never been able to freely express himself. Now, on his own, and quickly submerging himself in underground gay culture, he was finally allowed to be himself, and he reveled in it.

Along with his job at his landlord's bar, 'The Swallow', Jesse also - as he liked to call it - 'semi-professionally' followed several locally popular bands, and often bragged about his conquests. It didn't matter to him that some of these men only slept with him because he was pretty; he was thrilled to be a part of their life at all. He started this when he was still underage, and continues such a habit to this day.

 
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  • basics
    FULL NAME
    Uriel (no last name, or even birth certificate)
    NICK-NAMES
    Uri (YOO-ree), Kitten, Pink
    AGE
    19
    NATIONALITY
    Japanese
    OCCUPATION
    Escort
    SPECIES
    Bakeneko (unbeknownst to him)
    SEXUALITY
    Gay
    code by miserableyouth

    playlist (spotify)

    Likes
    Dislikes
    Coffee
    Cartoons
    Drawing
    Karaoke
    Reading
    Playing pranks
    Napping
    Sushi
    Drugs of all kinds
    Zoos/pet stores
    Strong flavours
    Bananas
    Water
    Rich people
    Most humans, on principle
    Browns/earth tones
    Birds

  • appearance

    art by mei

    HAIR
    Thick, wavy, naturally white. Is capable of shifting his hair/fur (ears and tails) into any colour he wants, which is most often a bubblegum pink.
    EYES
    Large, cat-like, amber eyes, lined by long, thick eyelashes.
    BUILD
    Average height, thin, hips a bit wider than is typical for a man. Long fingers and toes.
    PROMINENT FEATURES
    Has small fangs and clawed fingers/toes that he keeps trimmed to a reasonable length.
    STYLE
    Uriel loves clothes, and refuses to see them as gendered. To him, there are no 'men's' or 'women's' clothes; he wears what he likes, and what he thinks looks good. He has two different wardrobes - a 'working' wardrobe and a 'casual' wardrobe, though there isn't that vast of a difference between them. He likes bright colours, flashy patterns, and tight, form-fitting fabrics. He also really loves shoes. Has approximately two 'comfortable' outfits.
    OTHER
    Natural ear colour is white, natural tail colour is black. Hair/fur are both very, very soft.
    REAL LIFE FACE: Takeru Sato

    FELINE FORM
    Larger than an average house cat, but not by much. White with black paws and a black tail. Can still speak in this form, but usually chooses not to (because 'human language feels weird like this').

    Art
    Album: Uriel
  • personality
    'Spirited' would be the polite way to put it - 'obnoxious' would be more accurate. Uriel had no traditional family to speak of, instead being raised by brothel workers, after he showed up seemingly out of no where, with no memories of who he was or where he came from. As a result, he speaks his mind no matter the consequences, and can be very loud. He also knows better than to trust anyone at face value, an instinct that was only reinforced when, at age 15, he was suddenly forced into prostitution by the only family he had ever known.

    He is tenacious and headstrong, and refuses to yield to anyone, no matter how they try to break him. Has some trouble with authority figures, borne from his complicated relationship with his 'mother'. Is a fantastic actor, and a master manipulator. He is a shameless creature, and isn't above playing dirty to get what he wants. He knows how to play up his good features; he knows he is considered 'exotic' and 'adorable' by many, and uses it to his advantage - even if it makes him sick.

    Has trouble processing and healthily coping with his emotions; where he comes from, you either cope or you die, and he quickly learned that the easiest way to cope with his life of trauma and stress was with anger and denial. Because of this, there is a volatile storm of emotion beneath the surface at all times, toiling away like lava in a volcano. It's hard to say when he will erupt.

    He is flirtatious, mischievous, and incredibly sexually charged, though it's questionable how much of it is his own libido and how much of it is conditioning. Sex is synonymous with life and comfort for him. It means survival. When he was first thrust into prostitution, he had difficulty coping with the fact that he was being forced to have sex when he had no desire for it. After talking with some of the other escorts at the brothel, he learned to force himself to adopt a sexual persona - to make his sexuality his own. It was necessary to survive. Now he has difficulty separating sex from his own sense of self. He certainly doesn't understand the concept of not needing to have sex if he doesn't feel like it. It's an impossibility to him, an absurdity. On some level, he genuinely believes that sex is all he is good for.

    Also thanks to his lifestyle, he is loyal to a fault, and is always one to look after his own. He would give you the clothes off of his back if you needed them. This only really applies to those in similar positions, however; he has nothing but disdain for the upper class, or for most humans in general. If he passed by a rich human bleeding to death in the street, there is a good chance that he would walk away without so much as sparing them a glance.

    He falls in love very easily, though he would never admit it - to himself or to others. As far as he is concerned, he has no time or use for love. Love only gets you hurt.
  • history
    Inception:
    As an ordinary house cat - kitten, at the age of eight months - was killed by a little boy - the son of the two adults who had rescued him from a shelter. The little boy was angry that they had moved to America, and took it out on the kitten.

    Was reborn as a bakeneko. Being so young, however, his memories were weak, and was unaware of exactly what he was, and why he was. Wandered all about the city in the dark, hopelessly lost. He shifted into a human form out of confusion, and was promptly unable to shift back out of it.

    Short-form:
    - Showed up seemingly out of nowhere on the stoop of a prominent brothel. Was taken in by the workers there, and thanks to his white hair and the fact that he was considered a 'miracle', was named 'Uriel' by one of the girls.
    - Was raised quite well, all things considered. They homeschooled him and made sure that he was mostly shielded from the harsh reality of prostitution, until he was old enough that they couldn't prevent him from finding out on his own. They fed him and clothed him and put a roof over his head.
    - At the age of fifteen, when he was considered sexually mature, was put to work by the brothel madam.
    - Was immediately popular with clients due to his soft features, ears and tail, and innocence - which did not last very long after being put to work.
    - Hardened quickly, out of necessity. Learned that no one could really be trusted, not even your family.

    'Family':
    Gianna - The brothel madam. Was the most like a mother to him growing up, and in many ways, still is, but his trust in her is shattered. Serves her because he feels indebted to her.

    Annabella ('Bella') - The girl who found him on the doorstep and gave him his name. No longer works at the brothel, but he still sees her frequently.

    Shifters vs Humans:
    - Pretty simple: shifters are treated as subhuman. Most are prostitutes, drug dealers, or are sold into the slave trade. Humans are very willing to turn the other eye when shifters are being abused.

    Other
    Has absolutely zero idea about what he is or where he really came from. He knows he's a feline shifter, but that's about it. Would like to visit Japan some day to learn more about himself, but fears he will never be able to afford it.

    Because he is unaware of what he is, and because he was 'born' so young, he isn't familiar with any potential powers (mostly nefarious) of his kind, other than being able to speak in his feral form.

    Is quite intelligent and surprisingly well read. He speaks bluntly and without much class, which makes people believe he is stupid; the fact that playing dumb gets him better tips also doesn't help.
  • red star information
    PREFERENCE
    Power bottom. Switch; typically prefers to be dominant in bed, but given the right partner, is willing to take a submissive role. Of course, anything is game if he's being paid for it.
    BODY
    No body hair other than a small tuft of white pubic hair framing his penis. Average size, uncut. No body modifications of any kind. Very flexible.

    TURN-ONS
    - Anal (receiving)
    - Rimming (receiving)
    - Virginity
    - Foot jobs (giving)
    - Large cocks (size queen)
    - Orgasm control (giving)
    - Tail pulling
    - Uniforms
    - Wax play (giving/receiving)

    TURN-OFFS
    - Uncleanliness
    - Humiliation
    - Dirty talk (if only because most are terrible at it)
    - Possessiveness
    - Face-fucking

    HARD 'NO'S
    - Violence/abuse
    - Drug use/intoxication
    - Sensory deprivation
    - Toilet play
    - Blood play
  • plot ideas
    PLOT ONE - "PLEASE DON'T BITE"
    Living among humans are what are colloquially known as 'shifters' - human-animal hybrids that are capable of shapeshifting between an animal form and a quasi-human form. Unfortunately, these shifters are not in good standing in society. They are a relatively recent mutation, showing up seemingly out of nowhere only around ~500 years ago. Humans outnumber them roughly 10 to 1, and they face severe discrimination from humanity. Many shifters are forced to become prostitutes, or live on the streets. Most harrowing of all - though it is technically illegal - slave auctions are commonly held underground for the ownership of the prettiest of shifters. It is known by all, but rarely spoken of.

    Uriel is a prostitute, and has been since he was a teenager. For the most part, he is savvy, but all it takes is one slip-up to find yourself waking up on the stage of one of these auctions. He normally doesn't get into cars, but this time he does. Foolishly, of course. So very foolishly. Whatever drug they inject him with knocks him out entirely, and when he comes to, he has no idea where he is - just that he is sore, confused, and very, very naked.

    Though the plot does have slave elements, I'd like to make it clear that I do not want the relationship between our characters to be that of a master/slave. Uriel would make a terrible slave anyway. We can work out exactly the relationship between our characters/the route we want the story to take together (but I think it would be especially fun if your character also happens to be a shifter. At the very least, Uriel would be much more likely to trust him that way). All that being said, I would love to find someone who can punish him in bed a li'l when we get there. :^ )

    Also, Uriel is technically a bakeneko! But he doesn't know that yet. His wee tail has yet to split.

    PLOT TWO - "HOMEWRECKER"
    Alternatively, I've got a less dark, more comedic plot idea involving Uriel being a con-man. He seduces men, pretends he's in love with them, and when he ends up at their place for a fling, he robs them blind. It's dumb, but I think it could be very fun. Perhaps YC is a bit unstable himself, and becomes a little bit of a stalker. Two assholes made for each other.
 
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Clear brown skin, bronzed by the sun, and peppered by the ghosts of dark hair freshly shaven. Chiseled features, chocolate brown eyes, with sharply angled brows creating a severe expression. Thick, short hair, espresso curls perfectly tousled without so much as a styling product. By all means, the figure glancing back at Taliesin in the mirror was attractive, but he despised that face. It had been over a year now, a dreadful year of catching an unfamiliar likeness every time he walked past a reflective surface during the day. Even at night, in the safety of his own home, he was cautious about dropping his human glamour; one could never be too careful, and he could not risk his true identity being discovered. This lusterless guise had become a second skin, one he was all too eager to shed.

But like every morning, surrounded by the rich smell of freshly brewed coffee and putrid cologne, Taliesin had to remind himself that right now, he was not Taliesin Coed, knight of the Unseelie court. Right now he was Everett Cope, the human detective, recently transferred from Belmount into Illbrooke's Special Division, tasked with investigating 'suspicious' supernaturals. He had long since learned that what humans considered 'suspicious' was a supernatural merely existing among them.

That was why he was here, after all. As far as anyone in the department knew, he was an experienced detective, having worked for over a decade in Belmount's special taskforce. It was quite easy to convince these humans of that with the power of suggestion. His true purpose was to act as an agent for his people, to gain insight of their operation to better protect themselves. He was loyal to his queen, and eager to prove that he was more useful than any other knight in her court. That was why he had jumped at the opportunity when it had first been proposed.

He regretted that enthusiasm now, if only slightly. He hated Everett Cope. He hated his understated appearance and the stiff, boring clothes he was made to wear day in and day out. He hated how he attracted human women--and the occasional man--like moths to a flame, clinging to him with repulsive lust in their heavily painted eyes. He hated drinking parties, office banter, late nights, shaving--oh, thorns, did he hate shaving. But above all else, Taliesin hated his weasel of a boss, Chief Stark. It took everything Taliesin had not to drop his glamour and suck the life force out of that miserable excuse of a human every time he was forced into close quarters with him. He embodied everything that the fey despised about man, and now he was forced to be subservient to him. It was torturous.

It might not have been so horrible if Taliesin had an end date for his assignment. At first, he thought it would only be a few months, but it proved difficult to gain the exact insight that his Queen desired. She extended his stay to a year, and the last he spoke with her, she wanted him to stay 'until the near future'. Taliesin knew better than to question his Queen, but he would be lying if he was not frustrated by the ambiguity of it all. It was increasingly unclear what, exactly, she wanted from him; once she had joked that she wanted the heart of the human responsible for the hunting of her people...but Taliesin was sure that was in jest. It had to have been, right? How was he to pluck a human's heart from their chest without drawing even more ire?

All of this uncertainty and frustration was making him rather waspish. Some of his coworkers had picked up on this, and had started giving him a wide berth. Those that didn't instead bribed him with confections, sweet drinks and alcohol, but he turned all of them down. He could not consume human food, and even if he could, it repulsed him on principle. He wasn't here to be friends with these humans, anyway. He didn't need to be nice to them. He was here to do his job, no more, no less.

And today, as a small bright spot in this miserable existence of his, his job was to welcome the new addition to their little task force. Normally, Taliesin would not be thrilled about this--there was nothing pleasant about needing to handle more humans--but this new member was special. This new member was a supernatural.

Taliesin knew little of them beyond that. It had been the talk of the precinct for weeks now, how they were being forced to accept a supernatural onto their team as some sort of diversity initiative. Yes, the human leaders could not have others believing they endorsed prejudice; that would just be unsightly. Taliesin knew, of course, that this addition was for appearances, and nothing else. They were certainly not going to be welcomed with open arms. But Taliesin was excited to have a non-human on his task force. It would be refreshing, and even if he could not reveal that he, too, was non-human, just knowing that he was not alone was comforting.

Once satisfied with his preening, Taliesin left the washroom, ready and eager to meet this new hire. He was dressed in typical office attire with as much personal flair as he could get away with: tailored grey slacks, black Chelsea boots, and a soft pink dress shirt, the top two buttons left open to expose prominent collar bones and a small obsidian pendant. It was lucky that he worked with the supernatural; he did not even need to lie about the purpose of the warding stone around his neck. All the humans around him simply assumed that it was to ward off unruly 'beasts', when the only beasts he was attempting to repel were humans.

He strode past the working officers, ignoring any prying eyes, and scanned the precinct for his new subordinate. He was almost excited to see who they would be. Perhaps a lycan, massive and strong? An elf, proud and tall? Or another fey, possibly from the Seelie court? Now, wouldn't that be interesting!

Near the front of the building, by reception, Taliesin's dark eyes landed on a rather arresting individual. He assessed them closely.

Unearthly pallor. Piercing green eyes. Sharp canines primed for piercing skin...

Taliesin balked.

A vampire? A vampire? Of all races his supernatural underling could have been, they had to be a vampire? No. Taliesin would sooner take a ghoul as a partner than a vulgar, cretinous vampire. The fey and vampires had a long standing feud, and Taliesin had no doubt that should this vampire know his true identity, they would be just as revolted. No, fey--especially those from his court--and vampires did not consort, certainly not by choice, and in any other situation he would have walked out even if he was forced together by a superior...but right now he knew he did not have a choice. Vampire or not, Taliesin could not let a blood feud interfere with his duty. He would have to swallow his pride and take them under his wing, just as he was instructed to do.

But he didn't have to like it.

"Is this them?" he asked the receptionist, struggling to keep the disdain off of his features. At least no one here would ask questions if he seemed unenthused to be partnered with a vampire. She nodded, glancing conspicuously between him and the vampire.

"That's him. Our vamp," she said, and then, leaning close, added in a loud whisper, "so weird." The corner of Taliesin's lips quirked ever so slightly. 'Weird' was a very polite way of putting it. Taliesin had a much more colourful assortment of words burning on his tongue. With a deep sigh, he strode towards the vampire, stopping in front of him with as neutral of an expression as he could muster.

"Everett Cope," he introduced his charade, extending a firm hand despite himself. "Senior detective. I'll be showing you the ropes. Welcome to the force." Taliesin had picked up many colloquialisms during his time here. It helped him blend in. He was still oddly robotic compared to his human colleagues, but others had just learned to accept that as a part of his personality (which, truthfully, it was; Taliesin was considered quite serious even among his fellow fey). "And you are?"

 
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Onyx

mushroom prince
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Posting Speed
Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada
  • basics
    FULL NAME
    Adrien René Lachance
    COMMON NAME
    Adrien
    NICK-NAMES
    Dre
    AGE
    Adjustable; between 18-26
    NATIONALITY
    French
    OCCUPATION
    Aspiring musician
    SEXUALITY
    Gay
    VOICE
    Gaspard Ulliel
    code by miserableyouth

    playlist (spotify)

    Likes
    Dislikes
    Classical music
    Rock'n'Roll
    Hip hop
    Cats
    Sleeping in
    Partying
    Running
    Losing control
    Arrogant people
    Birds
    Country music
    Most television
    Rainy days
    Being ignored

  • appearance
    HAIR
    Coarse, curly, and naturally dark brown; when affordable, sports dark blue dye. Likes to have it cut close to his head, longer on top, but has been known to shave it all off in a fit of passion.
    EYES
    Grey and sallow. Thick, dark, and rather unruly brows.
    BUILD
    Of average height, but worryingly thin, gaunt, and gangly.
    PROMINENT FEATURES
    Large, crooked nose, prominent Adam's apple, bridge piercing, deep set eyes.
    STYLE
    Has no real style to speak of, though if he were to fit into any one style of dress, it would be 'grunge.' If he could afford it, he'd at least attempt to find designer grunge.
    OTHER
    He is not traditionally attractive in most senses; in fact, due to his run-down appearance, crooked nose from a childhood break that never healed properly, and gaunt cheeks, many would argue he's not attractive at all.

  • personality
    In a word: volatile. Adrien is short tempered, blunt, loud, and insecure, and is terrible at blending into a crowd. Whether it be his shocking appearance or childish excitability, he draws attention like a sponge draws water; while this is a grand trait to command on the stage, it's not as admirable in day to day life. He is not the most intelligent man, and has had continued trouble with education, due to dyslexia and a bad attitude towards the school system. As he moved from France to America at 13, and immediately had issues integrating and attending class, he has picked up mostly colloquial English.

    Though a bit difficult to handle upon first meeting, he is also fiercely loyal, and has a contagious love of life and people. While always suspicious of other people's motives, due to an abusive relationship in his late teens, he is an extrovert and thrives in the company of others. Has a great sense of humor, and loves to toss friendly insults back and forth, but when offense is taken, he knows how to hold a grudge. He does not forgive and forget easily.

    He has an addictive personality, which more than anything else has been his downfall in life. Whether it be drugs, alcohol, music or love, he does not do anything in moderation. When he falls, he falls hard.

    Battered and arguably broken, he has low self-esteem, and has put up a spiked shield around himself. If he feels someone is getting too close, he has the bad habit of pushing them away, and in a vicious manner. It is difficult to earn his trust. Inside, he is soft, with a poor handle on his emotions, and wants nothing more than to love and to be loved.

  • history
    Childhood: Moved from Bordeaux, France to America at age 13, when his father landed a good career opportunity. He resented it immediately; he went to a small, xenophobic school, and never fit in well, earning him bullies at every corner. He was bad at school, and hated English so much he never put in the effort to learn it properly. Unable to cope with the stress, he began taking his anger out on his parents and siblings, who were at a loss as to what to do with him. Desperate, his parents sent him to a therapist, who he refused to cooperate with.

    Teens: In high school, he began falling in with a bad crowd due to naivety, unfamiliarity with the culture, and a desperateness to fit in somewhere. Started to earn a reputation as a 'bad apple,' and bullying soon gave way to avoidance. With his school performance at an all time low, he began forgoing classes altogether, instead choosing to spend time with his questionable new friends, who introduced him to drugs and alcohol. At 15, he was the youngest person in his social circle, though few were aware of his actual age.

    It was at this time that he met a man named Isaac, whose malicious intentions he was ignorant of; he was obsessed with the idea of being with an older man, feeling that it would in turn make him more mature, and command more respect. Unfortunately, he could not have been more wrong. Isaac used substances to keep Adrien compliant; whether it was alcohol or heroin, he was sure to keep him dependent.

    Development of an eating disorder: As his relationship with Isaac continued to spiral downwards, felt absolutely helpless. Felt like his only purpose in life was to be Isaac's lover and became obsessed with him (at 17, was vulnerable in mind in spirit.) Everything he did, he did for him, yet none of it was good enough; was always reprimanded. Fell into a severe depression, where he felt like his body did not belong to him. Like his heart, Isaac possessed his body; he both praised and abused it. When he looked in the mirror, he no longer saw himself, and was disgusted by what he did see. Restricting his food intake was a warped way of regaining control, of trying to regain his 'old' body.

    Even after ending his relationship with Isaac, the damage had already been done, and he continued to suffer from the disease in silence. For so long he felt like his body wasn't 'his,' and now that it belonged to him again, he felt the compulsive need to control it, to make it perfect. It was also a way of cleansing it, to make it 'pure' again.

    Present: *This is all dependent on the role-play in question. This is his 'default' state as a young-adult at 26.

    Weathered and raw, Adrien is still recovering from addiction and disease, and his body and mind show clear signs of this fact. Has replaced his addiction to illicit drugs with a love of music; though he has always loved it, he has now set his sights on success in the industry. Went back and earned his GED, as well as took a course in English to improve his fluency.
 
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Onyx

mushroom prince
Original poster
Posting Speed
Multiple posts per day, 1-3 posts per day, One post per day, 1-3 posts per week, One post per week, Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Evening/Late Night (MST)
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige, Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male, Nonbinary, Transgender, Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, yada yada