#indie fantasy rp

[superscd]

I want - no, I need more long term, in depth ships. The kind of ships that I can’t stop thinking about. That have a real chokehold on you as an rper. Really thought out, headcanoned and plotted ships. Where we obsess over them endlessly. Go back and forth and stay up late just to read one or two more replies. Where you can get so attached to the characters involved that you can feel what they’re feeling, the good, the bad, the ugly. The kind of ships that really make the RP experience. The ones we can really develop, see grow over the months, have long angsty threads of, but also short fluffy or smutty ones as well. Or where we can post a random one liner just to mix things up here and there! Yeah, I need more ships like that. So please, like… message… send a carrier pigeon... doesn’t matter! Because as the great t.swif.t once said… it’s a need.

[intoxfolklorex]

open to males 25+ (historical au. please read my rules before replying. please do not like my starters)

Maisie shouldn’t have been here. She was so close to freedom when she had been caught again and her cousin had thrown her into these cells. She knew the only reason she was alive was because of her position as the youngest daughter of the last king but Maisie never could have thought that would mean that someone that she had trusted to get her out of here would sell her out. Hearing someone else come down and say her name she saw another man and Maisie could only roll her eyes as she heard him tell the guards to go away. “I’m not going to open up to you and tell you everything. The last person I trusted is the reason I’m in here.”

[milkteethss]

open to: m, nb. taboo connections welcome!

it is the evening of your muse and gwen's wedding day. she is a princess from an opposing kingdom and was taken by your muse as the spoils of war, but also to unite the kingdoms. your marriage is supposed to show unity between the two kingdoms which you will now rule together and you are expected to populate the line with heirs as quickly as possible.

gwen's knees knocked as the linens were pulled up over her legs to rest half way up her torso. her ladies were quiet, resigned, as they helped her into the large bed. there was an air of sullenness about the chamber; this was so different from the begging ceremonies she'd witnessed as a child, there was no bawdy singing, no giggles and blushed cheeks - no one was in a hurry. this party instead seemed like one you would find at a funeral. the door swung open and gwen's heavy eyes found the outline of her spouse. she gulped. "m-mi'lord," she stuttered, the word getting stuck in her dry throat.

[lady-crowned-with-stars]

Open to (non mutuals/mutuals): m/f/nb, Connection: any, Setting: fantasy/historical, Line source, Rules/Bio

Do not like my starters

❝Don’t touch me. Don’t tell me how beautiful my eyes are, how soft my hair is, how you love to hear my voice. Don’t. Don’t pretend you are falling in love with me.❞ Gilrin raises her hand as if to swat the other away like an annoying fly; perhaps she would have done so if it not for the way the other was looking at her. She sighs as she puts some distance between them. She cannot afford to be charmed by them, knowing their reputation, the rumours whispered.

[petitsdieu]

☙ @𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒖 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 — an independent original character with some fandom-compatible alt verses (including: dune / star wars, hunger games, the boys / mcu / dc, iwtv / vampire stuff, royal, fantasy ). discord and tumblr. mature content warning. story centered. much love, melrose. ❧

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[caointeag]

She  caught  her  image  in  the  reflection  and  paused.  She  did  not  recognize  herself  anymore.  It  was  not  just  the  scar  or  the  broken  nose  or  the  crudely  chopped  hair.  Her  face  was  harder  now,  gaunter.  There  was  something  dark  and  hungry  in  her  eyes.  Despite  all  the  changes  she  looked  more  like  a  Stark  than  ever  before,  perhaps  no  longer  like  her  Aunt  Lyanna  like  everyone  loved  to  say  but  still...

I  look  like  the  Kings  of  Winter.  The  thought  came  to  Lyarra  as  she  looked  into  her  own  dark  eyes.  She  still  explored  the  Crypts  in  her  dreams,  learning  from  the  ghosts  of  her  long  dead  ancestors  freed  with  the  rotting  of  their  swords.  Perhaps  this  was  a  good  thing,  to  become  like  a  King  of  Winter.  They  had  conquered  all  the  North  and  ruled  for  thousands  of  years  unbroken.  And  now  in  their  sepulchers  and  statues  they  were  immortal,  deathless  in  a  way  only  the  dead  can  be.  Gone  but  still  there,  guiding  them  with  mouthless  voices.  Perhaps  she  could  master  death  too.

𝐂𝐀𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐆  ❄︎  Lyarra  Stark,  first  born  daughter  of  Lord  Eddard  and  Lady  Catelyn  Stark  and  twin  sister  of  Robb  Stark,  King  in  the  North. A ASOIAF/GOT/HOTD Original Character  created  by  Train.  Est.  2019  &  rebooted  2024.  Dark  themes  and  plotting  generally  preferred.  Follows  back  from  @gedwimora

[sheldoney]

“IT’S VERY SIMPLE. Scissors cuts paper, paper covers rock, rock crushes lizard, lizard poisons Spock, Spock smashes scissors, scissors decapitates lizard, lizard eats paper, paper disproves Spock, Spock vaporizes rock, and, as it always has, rock crushes scissors.” credit for promo @manoncomms

Mature themes. 21+ Only. Independent and semi-selective.

[awynter]

AWYNTER ; independent roleplay blog for annelise shawcross also known as anne wynter from julia quinn's a night like this. set in the bridgerton universe. book-based with inspiration from the show. medium-to-slow activity & semi-selective. penned by elfie.

[persephonyed]

i only have 3 drafts left, so consider this an early morning starter call / reverse starter call. give this a like and i'll go through your starters and respond to any i feel drawn to. if i don't have muse for any, then i'll write you a starter and either use someone on your wanted opposites list or come to you for muse preference ! ☺

[intoxfolklorex]

open to males 30+ (please read my rules and her bio before replying. please do not like my starters)

It had been a gruelling three months and Belle knew that things were not going to end anytime soon. One of her closest advisors had gotten her out of her home before her cousin had started a coup but still-- life wasn't going to be easy yet. There might still be people on her side but it didn't mean anything if she couldn't get the manpower she needed to fight for her home and so she was here.... ready to beg if she had to. Which may not have helped, she didn't look as polished as she had before. Thankful that their guard had at least allowed her into the room Belle cleared her throat and looked around. "My name is Isabelle Pierce, I am the eldest daughter of Rhys Pierce and the Crown Princess of the Southern Isles." She paused, "Please... I need your help."

[cursedvessels]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ open to ALL !! relationship: strangers/acquaintances perhaps someone with supernatural connections brought as a safe space for shimi's first human encounter plot ·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ Shimi's first contact with a real human being, face-to-face, and breath-to-breath. Although they've been in human minds, heard about humans, seen possession occur, they've never been given their own human form to possess and, therefore, have never gotten to speak to a human, let alone be in the same room as one...take this with a grain of salt if your muse is supernatural in some way, totally fine if they're only part-human or something of the like... <3 As far as I'm concerned he's really only ever been around other jinn, demons, gods, angels, and creatures like that...y/m could be supernaturally connected/know his kin/etc OR if y/m is just a standard human maybe they've sort of stumbled into this situation whether offered some quick cash in a pinch or something else entirely...up to you!!

Silence spread between them. Silence that felt deeper than the greatest canyon. It sunk into the atmosphere, ate away at any noise that tried to penetrate it. It seemed, for a moment, almost so silent that one could hear one's own heartbeat...and perhaps even the heartbeat of another, the blood moving through one's veins, the heavy pressure against one's lungs as the diaphragm expanded and contracted. Eir eyes locked onto the other's, chin resting neatly against their newly acquired limbs as e eyed them from the other side of the glass--a safe distance. But was the safety for eir sake? Or for the other's?

"I've never been this close to a human before," he admitted in a low tone, the only words to break the silence and yet it hardly felt like breaking it at all. It was almost as though their voice simply...melted away into the same silence that had been bringing the other closer to begin with. It drew them in, made them want to get closer. Lavender hues bore holes into the other's head, studying their internal temperatures, their very soul...What made humans tick? They were trying their very best to understand by o b s e r v i n g. The next question that came was likely a little confusing without context, but Shimi was still learning proper communication.

"What's it like?"

[lunarfey]

the people who consider you weak have not yet noticed the wolf hiding behind your eyes, nor the flames inside your soul. let them think you are weak and do what wolves and fire do best. surprise them when they least expect it. ― nikita gill, wolf and flame. ©

[nomdepen]

open to: m/f/nb ! plot: awkward cutie in a bookstore. that's it, that's the plot :)

Perhaps she was being overly eager, balancing nearly twelve books in her arms while she busied herself searching for another to add to the collection. She hadn’t been to the bookstore in weeks and the newest stock of books was far too plentiful to only choose one. Or two. Or three. In truth, she would consider it a crime if she were to return home with any less than a dozen new volumes, so she didn’t intend to put any of the ones she’d drawn back. Her arms, however, were more than happy to relieve themselves of the weight and before she could shift her weight enough to catch her balance, the stack of books fell to the ground with an awful clatter. Discouraged but far from defeated, Pen knelt down to begin collecting her scattered cluster of tomes. As she reached for one of the heftier publications, all she could do was hope no one had seen her make such a cake of herself.

[sacriiilegious]

OPEN STARTER : anyone, no t*boo please !  MUSE : maekar montfault, twenty-one. he/him, bisexual. prince + dragon rider. harry collett fc. PLOT: fantasy verse. they’re headed to war and maekar learned that your muse had an encounter with the enemy. connection could be anyone !

“do  you  think  it  is  of  good  tone  to  have  you  dancing  with  our  enemies  when  war’s  a-brewing?  what  if  someone  had  caught  glimpse  of  you  two  together?  do  you  not  realize  how  weak  we  would  be  seen  as?”

[reck6ning]

       I AM NOBODY

                                I AM ALL OF US

[godstrayed]

⸻ bleeding   from   the   heart ,   i      can't   handle   my   reflection.   leave   me   to   burn   i   am   crashing   down.   [      ...      ]   a highly private &   mature   multimuse   with   both   original   &   canon   characters   from   various   media. ╱   as   destroyed   by   nic ෆ   (they/them,   29,   cst)