#looking for roleplay parters

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🖤 Seeking Dangerous Games & Forbidden Alliances! 🖤

Are you a 21+ Transformers: G1 enthusiast craving a dose of intrigue, forbidden romance, and ethically gray Decepticon shenanigans? Look no further! I'm searching for RP partners to delve into the shadowed corners of Cybertron with my original character, Singularity.

🔥 Meet Singularity - Decepticon Femme Fatale: 🔥

Appearance: Sleek black and captivating purple, an Arabian horse in alt mode. Elegance meets danger.

Personality: A master manipulator, a collector of dark secrets, and a devotee of Lilithra. She's prideful, sadistic, cunning, and always seeking the next power play.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. She's all about her desires, no matter the cost.

Relationships: Singles (Multiship). She's searching for those who have ambition and a thirst for power. But don't get to close, she only likes to win.

Background: Born of the upper class, raised in luxury, but drawn to forbidden magic, manipulation, and power. She's hungry.

What I'm Looking For:

Experienced 21+ RPers.

A love for Transformers: G1 canon characters. Bonus points for Decepticons!

No limits on themes! I'm open to exploring mature themes, smut/NSFW content, and dark/triggering storylines.

Hetero Ships/Romantic Content. (That's the only one that I can do)

Creative storytelling and collaborative world-building.

If you are a Transformers G1 character you get bonus points!

What kind of stories are we talking?

Forbidden romances filled with betrayal and passionate entanglement.

Political intrigue within the Decepticon ranks, where alliances shift and loyalties are tested.

The hunt for dark artifacts and ancient powers.

Psychological warfare, mind games, and manipulation – both giving and receiving.

A taste of everything in the dark corners of the G1 universe.

Sound enticing? Here's how to join the fun:

Send me a message!

Tell me about your favorite G1 character or potential RP ideas.

If you have questions, ask them.

I am looking for partners with G1 canon characters (primarily Decepticons). Let's get to playing!

You can find my rule via the link below

RULES Short Bio Below

🔥 Singularity - Decepticon Femme Fatale 🔥

Faction: Decepticon. Expect chaos, intrigue, and a touch of dark magic.

Alt Mode: Arabian Horse. Graceful, yet undeniably powerful. A blend of elegance and potential danger.

Color Scheme: Sleek black and captivating purple – a color combination that whispers of secrets and forbidden power.

Do you dare to meet Singularity?

Born from the upper echelons of Cybertronian society, Singularity is more than just a Decepticon; she's a master of manipulation, a collector of dark secrets, and a devotee of Lilithra. With a 5,000,000+ year history and a penchant for extravagance, she moves through the Decepticon ranks with an air of aristocratic superiority and an insatiable hunger for power.

Physical Age: 5,000,000+ (Eternity has only sharpened her edges.)

Gender: Female.

Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Status: Single (Multiship - because one is never enough to satisfy her hunger)

Beneath the Surface:

Skills: A master of dark magic, interrogation specialist, adept in stealth and espionage, skilled in the arts of persuasion and seduction. Prepare to be charmed... or ensnared.

Personality: Prideful, Sadistic, Cunning, Charismatic, Secretive. She's a chaotic neutral force, driven by her own desires, and finds amusement in the psychological torment of others. She is the perfect Slytherin!

Traits to remember: INFP, 4w5, Melancholic, Scorpio. (These are just to give you a deeper look at this complex individual)

Weaknesses: A phobia of losing control, which is her greatest fear. She struggles with narcissistic traits. And don't even think about tech, that will be her ultimate end.

What Lies Ahead:

Goals: To achieve ultimate power within the Decepticons (through her dark magic, of course), indulge in luxury and, to gain the attention of powerful male allies to leverage their power for her benefit.

Conflicts: Internal struggles between craving emotional connection and her manipulative tendencies. The Decepticon politics, and the threat of rivals.

Relationships: While primarily solitary, aligned with Shockwave or Starscream, rivals are a dime a dozen. She is always looking for the next one to be romantically intrested in (a weakness of sorts.)

Intrigue and Plot Ideas (for your consideration):

The Artifact: Singularity seeks a powerful artifact that amplifies her dark magic. But she must navigate a web of deception where her allies are also trying to get it.

A Decepticon Game: Her desire for a particular Decepticon leads her into dangerous games, creating turmoil in the Decepticon ranks.

Forbidden Romance: A secret relationship with a rival Decepticon, where manipulation and influence intertwine.

Unexpected Connection: A surprising connection with a naive Autobot that forces her to question her motives.

Ready to play a dangerous game? If you're over 21 and looking for a partner who loves to explore dark themes, complex characters, and intense dynamics, send me a DM. I'm seeking partners who enjoy playing canon characters and original characters.

[broken-heart-in-a-jar]

Anyone know where to find a "roleplay partner finder" blog for minors?? The only blogs I can find are all like 18+ or 20+

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Say my Name, As if it’s Drowning in the Tide - Jayce x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: But Jayce is weak. So unbelievably weak. And the voice of temptation in the back of his mind insists you will never want him the same way he does you. It’s cowardly, and it’s spineless, and it goes against everything he’s ever been taught to value. Yet none of it seems to matter when he looks at you, bare in front of him, hair wet and sticking to your skin in heavy curls like a siren in the stormy sea. He’d sell his soul if it meant having you, and in more ways than one, he is.

Pairing: Jayce x Reader Modern AU, one-sided Viktor x Reader

Word Count: 6K

Warning: Explicit

Tags: Hate Sex, Emotional Roleplay, One-sided Attraction, Grinding, Dry-Humping, Premature Ejaculation, Coming Untouched, Switch!Jayce, Rough Kissing, Biting, Shower Sex, Angst, One Bed

Notes: I love my pathetic son Jayce, so I needed to make him just a bit wetter and sadder for… reasons. This is a two-parter, because it was looking too heavy as a one-shot and the second part still needs a bit more attention. I need to stop having too many multi-chapter projects at the same time before I go insane. Anyway, enjoy ❤️!!

(Chapter 2/End)

You tap your fingers on the wooden countertop, trying to remain calm despite the growing pressure inside your skull.

“And you're sure there's not a single other room left ?” you ask with a tense smile, your teeth grinding against each other almost audibly.

The receptionist gives you yet another blank stare. She's hardly older than seventeen, probably helping out her parent's business, and clearly not paid enough to care about whether or not you stay or go.

“No, ma'am, there are no other rooms available for the duration of your stay,” she repeats robotically. It's as if you've been stuck in the same dialogue tree for half an hour with a badly programmed NPC. “We're a family-owned business, and we only have ten rooms available at once. Your reservation was for a single bedroom, not two.”

The exaggerated sound of her slowly chewing gum is driving you insane. “She's just doing her job’, you have to remind yourself. It's not her fault, you know that; plus, if there's anybody to blame, it's Jayce.

You turn towards the culprit in question, large shoulders slightly slumped and eyes escaping your glare. Pathetic.

“Seriously, Jayce?” you state in disbelief. “I asked you to do one thing for the trip.”

Jayce visibly takes offence to that, raising one stupidly large hand in objection:

“That's not fair, I was also taking care of bringing the prototype!”

“And I signed us up to the conference,” you hiss back. “I prepared our lecture. I got our bus tickets here and back. I made our itinerary for the whole three days. I even wrote down where we could go to bring back souvenirs for Sky and Viktor!”

You point an accusing finger at him, tapping it against his chest:

“The only thing I wanted you to take care of was the fucking motel. And you couldn't even do that right!”

He throws up both hands in exasperation, rolling his eyes. If there wasn't a minor in the same room, you'd have no qualms about punching him.

“Fine, alright, I messed up, what do you want me to say? ‘I'm sorry I'm such an idiot'?”

You exhale in frustration, throwing him one last resentful look before turning back to the receptionist: “Yeah, that would be a good start”, you scoff under your breath.

He makes a dramatic groan of annoyance behind you, like this entire situation isn't his fault.

The Academy barely gives you enough budget to attend two national mechanical engineering conferences a year. You had originally planned to go to this one with Viktor, specifically because of its location: nice and remote, the air fresh and relaxing, the few roads leading to the major cities surrounded by millennial trees and mountain peaks. The perfect place for a spark of romance to ignite between the two of you.

Unfortunately, Viktor had already scheduled a weekend seminar on the exact same date as the conference. Sky, your fourth and youngest lab partner, wasn't equipped enough to help you present all the complex features of the university's mechanical arm project. Only one other person could.

Jayce fucking Talis, and his magical ability to never do anything right.

“We'll just get our money back and find another place to crash,” he argues, walking up next to you to the counter, resting his weight against it; it creaks disapprovingly. “It doesn't have to be a whole thing.”

“I'm sorry sir,” the teen flatly interjects, still smacking the gum between her brace-clad teeth. Squish, squish. “But we require cancellations to be made 24 hours prior to the reservation. We cannot reimburse you as per the politics you have agreed to on our website.”

You'd probably get more interactive answers from a chatbot. Jayce kneads the lines on his forehead, his practiced megawatt smile starting to crack from fatigue. The girl stares at him with neither sympathy nor sadness; she brings her lips together to form a small pink bubble, letting it burst after a few seconds. Pop.

“Okay, you know what,” Jayce sighs in defeat, “I'll pay for our rooms somewhere else. It's on me. As an apology.”

This would be an excellent time to not subtly sneak in a remark on how he's always using his parent's money to get himself out of the messes he's created, but the teen speaks up again before you get a chance to:

“Sir,” she adds with her irritatingly nasal voice. “You should know the only other motel in the area only accepts new reservations until 9 pm.”

She nods pointedly towards an old grandfather clock on the wall, and the two of you look at it in sync: it's 9:06.

Now you're genuinely hesitating between strangling her or Jayce.

“You really know how to make a guy feel better, huh?” Jayce attempts with a weak laugh, the plastic smile crumbling a little further.

She only gives him a vacant gaze.

Your legs are aching from the long ride in the overcrowded bus, and the arduous walk to the motel with half the disassembled prototype on your back. You've been dreaming of laying down on a bed for the last three hours, and even if another inn was open nearby, you doubt you'd have the will to carry everything there.

“I don't care anymore,” you sigh, massaging the side of your temple to relieve some of the built-up tension. “I'm exhausted, and we need to rest if we want to be any good tomorrow morning. We'll just figure it out upstairs.”

Jayce makes a non-committal sound of agreement; if you had more energy, you'd angrily ask him if he has any better ideas he'd like to share. But you don't, so you just focus back on the unexcited receptionist. Ironically enough, the letters on her cropped shirt spell ‘GOOD VIBES ONLY’.

“We'll take the room,” you conclude, worn out.

The teen barely blinks as she inputs something into her old computer, the vintage monitor buzzing unpleasantly before she hands you two scratched keycards mechanically.

“Room 207. We hope you’ll enjoy your stay at Grizzly Country Motel,” she deadpans.

You mumble a thank you, but she either doesn't hear or chooses to ignore it in favour of going back to her cell phone, like your entire interaction had been nothing more than chasing away a couple of flies.

Jayce at least has the decency to grab both your luggage and his before you both head towards the stairs; if he’s got all those muscles, he might as well put them to use. You feel a pang of annoyance at how easily he carries the bags that you struggled to hold the entire day.

“Don't you think it's weird when they say ‘we’?” he mumbles pensively as you go up the stairway. “It's like everyone who works at a hotel is in a hivemind.”

You can't even find the will to look back and glare at him.

“No, Talis, I was actually thinking about how I'd fix all the problems you've created,” you reply drily.

You reach the second floor, knees buckling. Room 201, 202, 203…

“You'll just take half the bed and I'll take the other half,” Jayce pipes up from behind you, grunting as he pulls the last bag up. “We'll put a pillow in the middle. It'll be like nothing even happened.”

Oh, to be in the mind of Jayce Talis, where the universe is so fucking simple and accountability is a myth.

You hate how he always has an answer for everything, like it’s all so easy for him. You've fought hard to reach this point — to earn your place in the Academy, to be seen as a true scientist, breaking through barriers in a field where women remain the minority. It’s taken blood, sweat, and tears, years of effort that people like Viktor and Sky understand and respect.

Room 204, 205, 206…

But for Jayce Talis, it’s all sunshine, rainbows, and candy-colored skies. His family owns one of the largest metallurgy companies in the country, and has stocks invested in some of the biggest steel producers on the globe. He’s never had to work a single day in his life to put himself through school, never had to sacrifice anything for his dreams. You don’t think there’s a single thing he’s ever actually had to put effort in: he barely studies and still aces all his classes, hardly puts any care into his appearance, yet always looks like he’s out of the cover of the Times’ 50 Most Desirable Men. It’s infuriating to an unspeakable degree.

Room 207.

You tap one of the keycards on the handle, letting out a small sigh of relief when the mechanism beeps joyfully. Today hasn't been ideal, but at least, you're only a few feet away from a soft, comfortable bed.

You open the door, walking in with little decorum. It's small and bare, as you expected: a single window dulled by years of exposure, a box TV taken straight from the nineties, a dingy light fixture barely illuminating a greyed-out wallpaper of a forest scene, and…

“Talis,” you pause. He almost bumps into your back, fumbling with the bags in his arms.

���What?” he asks in confusion, peering over your shoulder. “Oh,” he simply says when he sees the issue.

“Talis,” you repeat slowly, trying to maintain your tone even, despite how badly you want to scream. “This is a single bed.”

Indeed, not only is there only one bed, it's evidently sized for a single person. It's ridiculously tiny. It doesn't take a genius to see that with someone of Jayce's stature, you'd have to practically sleep on top of him if you wanted to share the bed.

“Wait, I swear I asked for doubles for both of us-” he protests immediately.

“It's fine,” you cut him off, despite it being the exact opposite. The headache is getting worse, and you don't feel like arguing with him any more than you already have. “I'll take the bed tonight, and you take the floor, and we alternate tomorrow.”

Jayce puts all the bags down on the carpeted floor, visibly dejected.

“Again, I'm really sorry about this,” he mumbles, and even though you can tell it's genuine, it doesn't make you feel any better. Every ambigious prejudice you might have had against him has just confirmed itself: he’s a spoiled mama’s boy, who isn’t able to navigate the real world alone, and who’ll simply cry when he messes up things for everyone else.

“Whatever,” you grumble, sitting tiredly on the edge of the puny bed that groans painfully under your weight; it doesn't even have the decency to be comfortable. “Just means I'll have to take care of everything if we ever do symposium together again.”

He looks like a scolded puppy, unmoving, eyes avoidant, his large frame blocking the doorway. Jayce is extremely talented at making people pity him, with his huge citrine eyes and perfectly rosy cheeks. It almost makes you hesitate before adding the next words, but bitterness takes the upper hand: “This is the kind of mistake Viktor never makes.”

He doesn't reply.

You can tell that hurt him just as much as you intended with the way his body slightly curves inwards, his fits visibly clenching inside his pockets. Well, good. He's old and smart enough to know actions have consequences. He's supposed to be your partner, not a child you're babysitting.

“I'm…gonna go take a shower,” he hesitantly adds after a few tense seconds. “I'm still sweaty from the bus ride. Is that… okay with you?”

You shrug with disinterest; you know you’re just being petty now, but thinking of everything that could have been, had it been Viktor on this trip and not him, is leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

“Fine by me. I'll take mine right after.”

He waits a moment, like he's expecting you to add something else; maybe extend the olive branch. When you don't provide, he sighs, making his way to the bathroom door and closing it behind him.

You let your body fall back on the mattress with a heavy ‘oomph’. It's not as uncomfortable as it first seemed; it's firm, but the covers are soft, and the single pillow feels nicely fluffed. A couple might actually be pretty cozy in this bed, one body on top of the other, their libs entangled lovingly. It could have been you and Viktor.

Viktor.

Viktor, and his honey-coloured eyes. Viktor, and his teasing smile that makes your heart skip a beat. Viktor, and the way his long fingers twirl in his chestnut hair when he's focused, the way he absentmindedly licks his bottom lip when he's lost in thought. Viktor, and-

“Hey, um,” Jayce's booming voice from the other room interrupts your reverie. “C'mere for a sec?”

You groan loudly, squeezing your eyes shut. Maybe if you pretend he isn't there, he'll disappear all on his own.

“No, seriously,” he insists.

No luck. You get up lethargically, cursing the man under your breath.

“Left side with the red is hot, right side with the blue is cold, Talis,” you ironize. You open the door to the bathroom to see him standing in front of the shower door, thankfully still fully clothed. “Do you need help opening the shampoo bottle, too?”

He glares back at you in annoyance:

“Fuck off. Look.”

He nods towards a paper sign you hadn't noticed tapped on the glass panel, amateurishly plastified with a clear file folder.

[PLEASE DO NOT USE THE SHOWER MORE THAN ONCE A DAY. 10 MINUTES OF HOT WATER PER ROOM]

Well, you were wrong. Jayce Talis isn't just a forgetful idiot with bad luck.

He's a fucking curse.

“The room and the bed, I could forgive,” you start, fuming. But the shower?!”

“How was I supposed to know?!” he yells back melodramatically. “You told me to find something cheap to not go over budget!”

You shove him in frustration, only getting more annoyed when it doesn't make his stupidly huge body move a single inch:

“I didn't mean you should book a fucking dumpster!”

A loud, pointed knock echoing from beyond the bathroom wall silences you both.

Delightful. The neighbours can hear everything.

You move a step away from Jayce, the width of the bathroom not allowing much in terms of distancing.

“Sorry,” you mumble under your breath. You aren’t, but it's that or getting kicked out of the only open motel in miles for a noise complaint. “Yelling isn't gonna lead us anywhere. You can take five minutes, and I'll take the other five. It's gonna be short, but that's probably the best we can do.”

He at least has the decency to look appreciative, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“I can give you the whole ten minutes, to apologize. This is my fault,” he admits. It’s always like this with him, as if his never-ending self-pity cleanses him of any possible wrongdoing. You despise that.

“And have you stink up the whole place smelling like a football locker room? No way,” you scrunch up your nose. Just by sharing a workspace with him, you know Jayce has the hygiene skills of a teenage boy who thinks Axe body spray and cologne make sweat magically vanish; the sheer power of the unholy combination would keep you awake all night.

“Or…” Jayce trails on for a few uncharacteristically long seconds. He's usually more the type to say things before reflecting on them, but he's pinching his lips tightly, clearly hesitant about what he's going to add next. “…We could share the shower?”

You look at him with an expression frozen between incomprehension and disgust: “What?”

“I mean, it's big enough for two people to stand without touching,” he quickly justifies, raising his hands innocently. “I could take the flexible hose, and you'd just go under the showerhead. That way we'd both get ten minutes!”

He's using the overly excited voice he takes on whenever he's giving someone his sales pitch for a new, stupid idea he's had. It might work wonders on most, but you know better than to fall for it.

“So you're that desperate to see me naked?” you sneer.

“I'm trying to be helpful here!” he complains.

If you're being honest, it's not that bad of an idea. The shower is small in width, but it's quite long, making it a very viable option for two people to use at once. If you manoeuver everything right, it'll almost be like you're taking a long, nice ten-minute shower on your own.

“Fine,” you capitulate, making sure to enunciate the word painfully slowly so he knows you're not doing it out of the kindness of your heart. “But if you tell anyone this happened, especially Viktor, I'm cutting off your balls and using them to-”

“Yeah, got it, wouldn't want Viktor to think you like me,” he taunts mockingly, puckering his lips in a false kiss at the other man's name.

It's the first time you've agreed to an idea from Jayce, and you're already regretting it.

“Just shut up and get in the fucking shower,” you spit out, going back to the main room without sparing him another look. “Face the wall and call me when you're done. There’s no reason for this to be weird.”

—

He’s hard.

Very obviously and undeniably hard.

Jayce has been splashing his face with cold water for the last few minutes, to no avail. He's tried every technique he can possibly think of: running in place, breathing exercises, imagining his abuelita naked, nothing is working.

The only thing he can visualize is your body, completely bare in that shower, only a few inches away from his. The water pouring down from your hair to your shoulders, to your breasts, and then alongside the curves of your thighs, and your ass-

“Shut up,” he mumbles to himself in the empty bathroom.

It's not a secret to anyone that Jayce likes you. Neither is it a secret that you're utterly uninterested and only have eyes for Viktor, except perhaps for Viktor himself. It's kind of unfair how two-thirds of Viktor's lab partners are in love with him. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get it, and that his eyes never lingered on that little mole above Viktor's lip for longer than they should have. But damn it, he wants you. He wants you to want him. Is that such an unfair thing to ask for?

You've got so much fight, so much fire in you, and he gets dizzy off the smouldering look in your eyes whenever you disagree with him. And disagree, you do: he wants to use lithium batteries, you want to use sodium. He wants to focus on reducing energy intake for the prototype, you want to focus on adding new components to it. He offers to order pizza for the group after a long day of work, you'll hear of nothing but sushi.

It drives him insane, but less in a way that makes him despise you, and more in one that makes him angrily rub his cock raw every night at the thought of that angry pout on your lips.

“-ayce! You alive in there?” comes your voice from the other room. He groans in frustration. This is a spectacular disaster in the making, and he's sitting front and center for it.

He's made his own bed and now he has to lie in it.

“You can come in!” he yells back with a noticeable crack in his voice. Not a great start.

His heart skips a beat when he hears the door creak open and close. The rustling of clothes being taken off one by one, the sound of pants dropping on the tile floor, and the unmistakable click of a bra being unhooked.

The door to the shower slides, and he feels you enter the confined space. It's ridiculous how close you are to him; he can smell the sweat off your skin, the faded scent of your perfume. His cock gives a small twitch and he glares down at it in betrayal. ‘Not now!’

You don't say a word as you turn on the faucet, the old plumbing in the walls hissing slightly before water starts to pour down on the both of you. He's not usually one for the cold, but it's refreshing, washing away the feeling of stickiness on his skin. He hums under his breath in delight; maybe it'll actually just be an awkward but relaxing shower, in the end.

The temperature rises slowly but surely, from cool to tepid, tepid to lukewarm, and then… it stops. He waits a few more seconds, throwing a discreet glance behind him to find you haven't fully turned the faucet on the hot side.

“Could you… put it warmer?” he asks, clearing his throat.

“It's plenty warm enough as is,” you reply flatly.

Now you're lying just to go against him; it's barely any warmer than if he was bathing outside in the lake.

“Why would you even fight for the hot water if you're not gonna use it?” he mumbles.

You moan dramatically in complaint: “Fine, princess, I'll bump it up.”

He sees your hand reach for the faucet, grab it… and bring it less than a centimetre closer to the warm side.

“Seriously?” he asks in disbelief.

“Yeah, seriously, now start washing your greasy hair before there's no hot water left at all,” you scold him, like he's nothing more than a snivelling toddler, and not a man twice your size.

Alright, enough is enough.

“What are you-” you protest at his sudden movement, his bicep pressing up against your shoulder.

“I'm turning the hot water on so I don't die in here,” he snaps back, trying to get a feel for the faucet while still looking away from you for the sake of modesty.

“Absolutely not, stay on your side!” you admonish him angrily. You attempt to push him back, pointedly refusing to look in his direction as you blindly slap his arm away. “Wait, Jayce-”

It happens too fast for either of you to figure out what's happening. One minute you're back to back, a respectable distance from one another, and the next you've both slipped, his arms boxing you into the narrow side of the shower with your legs bumping together.

Your eyes are locked into his for a few long, painful seconds. Neither of you are moving. You're trapped in a precarious game of jenga, where you can't even see which parts can safely be removed without you collapsing on each other.

“Whatever you do,” you exhale slowly. “Don't look down.”

You visibly regret your words as soon as you say them; you must have forgotten it’s Jayce you’re talking to.

He immediately looks down.

You put an arm up over your chest with an indignant yelp, and he quickly defends himself:

“Why would you tell me to not look down? That's like saying ‘Don't think of an elephant’!”

You're staying silent, your lips into a tight line, but he's certain you're thinking of an elephant right now. He smiles boastfully and you shoot him a deadly glare, before looking away to the side. It's the first time he's ever seen that awkward little blush on your cheeks without the conversation being about Viktor. That's a win in his book.

“It's fine,” you repeat once more like a broken record, and it’s definitely more meant to reassure yourself than to keep up a pleasant conversation with him. “I'll just… squish back against the wall while you close your eyes, and I'll direct you back to the other side. No problem.”

You sound less convinced than he's ever heard you before. He must have succeeded in turning the faucet to the side during the whole debacle, because the water has grown noticeably warmer, clouds of steam starting to form in the air. The atmosphere inside the shower is shifting ever so slightly.

He doesn't want to move.

He doesn't want to close his eyes.

The colour of your cheeks has grown darker from the heat, your lips slightly parted around every audible respiration.

“Would you wanna stay like this… if it was with Viktor?” he asks breathlessly.

You look back at him with genuine confusion, and he's honestly just as surprised as you are.

“What?”

“I…” It's getting harder to think. All his blood is rushing south, leaving him dangerously light-headed. What is he saying? “I… asked if you'd stay like this if it wasn't me in the shower. If it was Viktor.”

Your frown deepens. Your eyebrows always do this cute little thing where one furrows just slightly more than the other, but he's never gotten to observe it from this close. He lets his thoughts travel into dangerous territory. Do you wear that same expression when you're on your knees, sucking some other guy off? Would you look like that for Viktor?

“I don't see how that's relevant,” you retort harshly, but your gaze is elusive. You can't hide from him, not when his face is merely inches away from yours.

“Humor me,” he requests again.

“Fine, yeah, I would! Are you happy now?” you snap, eyes locking back into his with fiery resentment.

You're embarrassed.

He's never seen you rattled like this before. The energy in the shower is electric, now, coursing through his veins like a drug. ‘There will never be another moment like this’, the voice in the back of his head provides, syrupy sweet. It’s without a doubt the worst idea he’s ever had in his life, but he can’t stop the words from pouring out of his mouth.

“I could show you what he's into,” he almost whispers, the deafening sound of water hitting the ceramic flooring almost too loud for him to hear himself.

He knows that you've heard him with the way your eyes widen, your breath hitching in your throat.

“I mean, guys, we talk,” he explains, the words now coming out of him like the rambles of a madman. He’s in too deep to back out: it’s sink or swim. “About the stuff we like, the stuff we dream about. I could tell you what he's told me, and you can practice. On me.”

An eternity passes before you speak again, mouth just barely agape. But you're not yelling at him. You're not slapping him in the face. In fact, you're not even frowning; the expression you’re wearing is oddly vulnerable and open, like you're seeing him in a different light than you ever have before.

“You're fucking gross, Talis,” you breathe out slowly. “You really think I'm that easy?”

This*,* whatever this is, is so fragile he’s scared of shattering it by being too loud. Like he’s talking to a wild animal.

“I don't,” he promises in a low voice. “But I think you're smart, and dedicated, and you wouldn't let an opportunity to know something so personal about Viktor pass you by.”

The steam has fully blurred the glass panels around the both of you, and it feels like you're inside one of those snow globes Jayce's mother used to bring back for him from her travels when he was a kid. It's weirdly ethereal, warm and cold, frozen out of any known space and time. He’s never heard you stay silent this long, and the anticipation makes his throat burn.

“Fine,” you finally say. “But if you tell anyone-”

“Yeah I know, you'll cut my balls off,” he lets out with a small laugh, slightly delirious. He's half convinced he's dreaming. “Are we good?”

You nod without a word, shifting your head to the side slightly to avoid his gaze. He hesitantly brings a hand to your chin, holding it like you're made of glass. You don't recoil at his touch, so he gently presses it upwards, making you look at him again.

“Viktor likes it when people kiss him softly,” he smiles shyly, his heart beating as loudly in his chest as it did for his very first kiss. It’s like he’s watching a movie, like none of it is truly real. He closes the gap between the two of you slowly, waiting for you to pull away; but you don't. Your lips meet his, and it's everything he could have ever wanted.

You taste of rainwater and cherry chapstick. You’re soft in the way described by jazzy love songs, smooth and electric, a puzzle piece that just feels so unbelievably right. He wants to wrap his arms around you, hold you so tight this never has to come to an end, leave marks on your skin no shower could ever get rid of.

But he doesn't. He can't.

This is a fantasy that’s only animated by mutual gain. It’s not the climax of a romance film where the hero finally gets to kiss the heroine under the rain.

But God, does he want to pretend it is.

You pull away first, and he doesn't miss it: the millisecond where your eyes open and you look at him like he's the one you want to be kissing. The almost imperceptible moment where you're still imagining you're kissing Viktor and not him, where your irises shine brightly with so much happiness and love.

But it's already gone, like it never even happened, and you quickly wipe your lips with the back of your hand. You’re not in a beautiful London street amid a gentle downpour with your soulmate: you’re in a cramped shower in a motel, with a guy you don’t even vaguely care for.

“You should shave your stubble. It's annoying,” you mumble.

‘Viktor doesn't have one’, the sentence heavily implies. It stings, but he's not about to back off just from that either. Not when he's been given a chance like this.

“Viktor also likes it when kissing is a bit of a fight,” he adds, sounding much too eager and desperate for his own liking. “Biting, tugging hair, that kind of stuff.”

It's not a lie, per se; he's only ever seen Viktor kiss someone once, when they were undergrads. It was an end-of-semester party, and Viktor had had way too many vodka red bulls for a man of his stature and health. Jayce had found him on a couch, limbs entangled with a stranger who seemed equally as drunk, and absolutely devouring their face off.

Viktor had asked him to never let him near caffeinated cocktails again the next morning.

You look slightly skeptical, analyzing him for any signs of deception; it looks as though you find none, because you're the one who initiates this time, and there you are, the fiery woman he's fallen head over heels for.

You're going to war on him, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip, savagely shoving your tongue in his mouth, one hand entangled in the hair at the back of his head while the other ferociously holds his throat in place, nails digging into his heartbeat. He responds eagerly, letting you mistreat him, encouraging you with muffled groans.

It hurts, and he wants it to never end. He can taste blood in his mouth, the metallic tinge making him dizzy, and he's so hard he could cum if you just touched his dick with a finger. He whines pathetically when you break the kiss for air, disoriented, a strand of saliva connecting you both still.

“A-aouch,” he can only manage to say jokingly.

You lean back against the tile wall, slightly breathless; you wipe away drops of red on your lip, smudging them down towards your chin, the look of a feral animal in your pupils. He feels his already rock-hard cock twitch. Hot.

“This is about what Viktor likes, not what you like. Toughen up, Talis,” you spit back.

Before he has time to formulate a reply, you're back on him, and now he's incapable of stopping himself from humping your thigh like an animal. You don't refuse him or push him away, even mercifully angelling your hip to the side to give him easier access. There's nothing but you, all over him, inside of him, tearing him apart and putting him back together. It's absolutely pathetic, and he knows it, but he can feel his release arriving in the pit of his stomach. He's wanted this for so long, there's just no way to delay it anymore.

It only takes a few more seconds before his orgasm hits him hard, the wave of pleasure making his whole body still as a plank, while you're still sucking harshly the vein on the side of his neck. He cries out once, broken and wanton, barely recognizing the sound of his own voice.

He comes down from the high in time to see the last of his cum painting your hip white before it gets washed away with the water. You detach yourself from him unceremoniously, putting some distance between your bodies with a frown.

“Did you just…?”

There's no room for pretending here. He's just had one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of his life from nothing but a fucking kiss from you. It's like he's a teenager all over again, face redder than a tomato and eyes escaping yours guiltily.

“You came. You came by just making out with me,” you repeat, visibly caught halfway between incredulity and mockery.

“I just haven't gotten laid in a while, that's it!” he justifies vehemently. He needs to change the topic quickly, or you’ll never let him live this down. “I'm always busy at the lab doing the paperwork you always skip out on!”

That thankfully seems to take your attention away from his premature accident; he's never been so grateful for your short temper.

“Seriously? You’re going to bring that up right now?” you bark, shoving him in the chest angrily.

He can still turn this around. He might not have much control over his first release, today ridiculously so, but he's been blessed with excellent stamina and a very short recovery period. Jayce is good at selling himself with speeches, and even though you're usually immune to anything that comes out of his mouth, he's willing to cheat this once and use the one chink in your armour he knows about.

“Do you want to know what Viktor likes or not? Because I haven't told you anything about what he wants in bed,” he tempts you in a tone of indifference.

Your silence speaks volumes; he's got you again. Yes, it's incredibly manipulative, and when this is over he's going to spend hours turning over in his bed and despising himself. He’s always believed in doing things the fair way, the right way, and that one day he’d manage to lower your defences and etch a place into your heart all of his own merits.

But Jayce is weak. So unbelievably weak. And the voice of temptation in the back of his mind insists you will never want him the same way he does you. It’s cowardly, and it’s spineless, and it goes against everything he’s ever been taught to value. Yet none of it seems to matter when he looks at you, bare in front of him, hair wet and sticking to your skin in heavy curls like a siren in the stormy sea. He’d sell his soul if it meant having you, and in more ways than one, he is.

What kind of man does that make him?

That’s a thought he’ll just have to keep for later.

Taglist Darlings: @soniiyi , @mischievous-piltovan, @urfavlarry , @luv-urself-first, @girlidkthinkofsmth , @starflesh-moth

[presentmic317]

Hello everyone! I am in search of a new roleplay parter, or multiple!

I am looking for a Good Omens Roleplay, Specifically the pairing Aziracrow.

My literacy is semi literate to literate, and I roleplay in third person past tense only! I prefer my roleplay partner to write at least 2 (or more) decent paragraphs and roleplay in third person as well. I don’t respond to two sentences or one little paragraph, as it makes the roleplay very stale and uninteresting in my opinion.

As for plots/genres, I’m open to a lot of different ideas! I specifically love hurt/comfort, fluff, slice of life, and suspense/thriller. I also roleplay NSFW but it is not required. I do require you to be 18 or older if NSFW is apart of the roleplay.

I can Roleplay as either Aziraphale or Crowley, however I do have more experience with Crowley. I also love headcanons, so feel free to tell me about them as I have a few of my own. I Roleplay mainly on discord since that is honestly easiest for me to navigate.

I am very flexible when roleplaying, so if you ever feel that the roleplay isn’t something you’re enjoying please talk to me! I want it to be a fun, inclusive roleplay and not one sided. I am always willing to hear your thoughts, and fix anything that is a problem.

I have a few different plots/AUs in mind, but if you have any I am always open to suggestions! If you are interested please feel free to comment on this post or DM me!

[anchanted-one]

Koth Vortena Theories

I think it's well-known by now that I'm a massive Lana Beniko fan. But one character I don't talk much about as much, though I like him a lot as well, is Koth Vortena, arguably one of the biggest missed opportunities of SWTOR.

This is going to be a big post about Koth Vortena, unsung hero of Zakuul.

Apologies for the bad drawing.

So here's what little we know about Koth.

He's against harming civilians. To the point he'll walk away from leaders he finds too cruel and/or tyrannical. Sort of resolved in the game. His loyalty increases over time if you're Light, and evaporates if Dark.

Like most Zakuulans not in the know, he is a devotee of Valkorion. This is never resolved.

He has a conflict with Senya that goes nowhere. She cryptically tells you to keep an eye on him, as he has already betrayed one master. But this warning is only relevant in the most obvious way (see point 1). A Lightsider wouldn't have to worry at all. Not to mention, Senya is also a defector. So we don't know where her venom comes from. Her accusation that Koth abandoned his post flies in the face of her later statement that the Knights of Zakuul should've rebelled once Arcann slaughtered the Scions (who are way more legitimate targets than the civilians of Denon)

He is still loyal to Zakuul itself. If you are Lightsided (i.e. he stays with you past KOTFE) he is the only one who advocates for Zakuul. Even Arcann and Senya don't.

All of these paint a rather incomplete story.

I know KOTFEET got more rushed as time went on, but Koth's story is the one that stands as the most obviously abandoned.

The biggest nonresolution is his devotion to Valky. And by extension, the Eternal Empire's adherence to Valkorionism. The citizens of Zakuul still believe in Valk by the end of KOTET, and we have no reason to believe that they're any closer to figuring out the truth.

I recall that in cut content, there was a discarded accusation from Senya about his ambitions. We also know that KOTFEET was supposed to be a three-parter, with Arcann being the big bad for KOTFE, Vaylin for KOTET, and Valk for Part III (KOTIE? KOT Immortal Emperor?).

One theory I had was that Koth might have become a new host for Valkorion at the end of KOTET. Willingly or otherwise, perhaps depending on player choices. And that perhaps his eyes would be opened at the end of III, which would end in an Echoes of Oblivion-esque way.

The second theory is related to another piece of cut dialogue, this one from Vaylin. She tells Arcann "Thexan isn't our only sibling," or something similar. Now, the obvious implication is that the Player Character is this mysterious missing sibling, but after a quick look at this reddit post's summary, I had a different theory. A very tinfoily theory.

(Quick summary: this post compares the Imperial family to the Zakuulan pantheon. Valk is Izax, Senya is Scyva, Arcann is Esne, Vaylin is Tyth, and Thexan is Aivela. Which leaves Nahut, the god of apathy or the hated son)

Maybe that other sibling--or half-sibling, per my tinfoil hat theory--was Koth Vortena. I don't know if it was confirmed that it was the Outlander for sure, but this kinda clashes with the roleplaying aspect of the game. And the species. Our player character is definitely not a hybrid.

Maybe at some point, Valkorion had another mistress who bore him another son, but who got exiled with him for some unknown offense. Possibly, before the twins were born, as Koth appears to be a bit older than Arcann.

Reasons why I was thinking about this now.

He is the only other major Zakuulan we frequently interact with. While it still makes sense that he's an ordinary guy, it could've also meant that he was going to play a significant role in the future of Zakuul.

Senya's dislike of Koth would be a little more understandable if she always saw him as a threat to her own children's legitimacy, and couldn't let go of it even after all this time. It also goes with her accusation about his ambition. Koth might not know about his parentage, as his in-game reason for hating Senya totally makes sense. She was Arcann's loyal Knight who hunted him and his crew, and nearly killed them on at least a few occasions. But then, he might just as easily resent her for believing that she was the reason why his mother was cast aside, even if she had nothing to do with it.

Again, his unflinching loyalty to Zakuul no matter its inner darkness. His continued mission to keep it safe, even after KOTFEET. He is an excellent candidate for the new leader (emperor/king) of Zakuul, had it not been instead given to... who's that other guy? Doesn't matter.

This theory actually goes well with the 'Maybe Koth was meant to be Valkorion's new vessel' angle.

Combining both theories, here's what Koth's originally intended story might have been like, but got cut because it was seen as racist.

Despite the obvious problems in this story, I feel like this would've had a more complete arc for Koth, and allowed him to have a story of his own that wasn't relegated to the background.

Koth would become a contender for the Eternal Throne after proving his lineage.

He helps the Alliance overthrow Arcann and Vaylin, but perhaps in a more prominent leadership role. Zakuulans disaffected with Arcann would flock to his banner.

He is approached by Valkorion, who manages to escape the Outlander's body.

Koth accepts--perhaps reluctantly--to serve as his vessel. He is still loyal, after all. Perhaps he might request Valkorion not to destroy an Outlander he's grown fond of (and Lana.)

Inside Valkorion's psyche, he gets horrified, finally seeing the man for what he really is. The revitalized Immortal Emperor may be openly harsh and cruel, even to the people of Zakuul, which might be the reason why they also lose their faith in him. Or the Alliance could find proof revealing his true nature.

Inside his own head, Koth helps the Alliance (who at this time might include OL, Lana, Theron, Scourge, Kira, Satele, Marr, Revan, the Exile, the Tiralls, and maybe even others like Dramath) fight and slay Tenebrae/Vitiate/Valkorion. He might survive, or not. If he does, he's the new Emperor of Zakuul, but with only a small portion its once endless fleet. (Perhaps the Alliance was forced to sacrifice the Gravestone to bring it to this state. But there are enough ships left that the Pub and Imp decide not to tangle with them)

I would like you guys' opinions on this!

[king4egon]

hey! a literate roleplayer here, though I tend to mirror my literacy. I am looking for a roleplayer (21+) for a house of dragon roleplay. I’ve been thinking of having aegon ii as my muse, and am open to trying out various ships with him, including ocs and double ups! (I have a male oc which I tend to pair with aemond!)

I don’t have many triggers, and enjoy genres such as fluff, smut, angst, horror, and many more. I don’t have much experience writing for hotd character yet, but I have been writing for quite a few years now! I am looking for a rp partner who is open minded, friendly, enthusiastic and who would be willing to brainstorm ideas with me. I will send a reply at least once a week and expect my rp parter to replay at least once every two weeks. if you’re interested, feel free to reach out to me via tumblr dms, though I’d prefer to rp on discord!

[writtengarbage]

Looking for 21+ roleplay partner(s)

I revived this ancient, dusty blog to find one (or more) rp partners to write some stuff, and possibly, some things with.

General housekeeping: I am, for the most part, looking for oc x oc and prefer fandomless. I will make exceptions for some few and far between fandoms, as well as oc’s in a particular fandom-based world if I’m familiar enough.

I’m PST timezone and have been roleplaying for over a decade. Those are my only reliable credentials.

What I’m looking for:

POV: Third person

Pairings: currently m/m & f/f

Genre: Open to discuss some interests in this department. I am willing to explore if characters and plot are interesting.

Plot(s): I would love to plot with a partner from scratch, but also love to hear any original plots you may have.

Tropes: I love a good trope. And this includes trope pairings as well. Examples enemies to lovers, found family, vampire x hunter, mafia x innocent, demon x witch, etc.

Style: semi-literate to novella. I match my partner and expect that they take some pride in their writing. I’m no Shakespeare myself, but will absolutely try to respond with as much quality as possible. There should be a mutual exchange of enjoyment in our back and forths.

Response Rate: Typically daily, but can be more or less depending upon life and her many trials and tribulations. I will always keep my partners in the loop of an absence or a spam-sesh.

Platform(s): I’m open to most platforms. I typically use discord but can be tutored into whatever platform tickles your fancy.

Extra details: I have very few limits on what I will write and will gladly discuss boundaries and expectations. I like to maintain an open ooc dialogue with my partners to brainstorm and make sure we’re both getting what we like out of our story.

Won’t Do’s: I won’t write furries, vore, or massive age gaps. I also won’t write strictly NSFW rps. ALSO I won’t write a police officer or detective as a main character. I just cannot do it.

There’s more? Of course.

I enjoy world building with my parters and that includes ooc chatting, brainstorming, etc. about our rp. Sharing whatever inspiration strikes, be it music or art is a good fun ol’ time for me.

I’m mid 20’s+ and would prefer if my partner(s) were 21+.

I’m not going to list fandoms I’m familiar with here. We can discuss if you’re craving something. My fandom knowledge is very broad so I tend to be one of those who knows just enough about the periphery of a fandom and not enough to write within that fandom with much justice to the world or characters.

If you like what you see, or have questions…or if you hate what you see and have questions, you can dm me or interact with this post.

toodleoo :p

[bonafidecatladyrps]

LOOKING FOR A ROLEPLAY PARTNER TO: Idea vaguely based on The Crow

If you like me is obsessed with The Crow, I had this skeleton of an idea I wanted a parter to work it out with me. [ MOVIE SPOILERS ALERT]

I was thinking about instead of Eric offering himself in Shelley’s place, they both offer themselves so that no matter what they’re together. “Death” (Man in the tracks) could see that as a way to balance the number of people sent places. Say, for example, maybe too many people are going to “the good place” for smaller acts for the good. Enter the mid-death people (Anya and Bill) to properly test them or take them to let “Death” decide. There’s a lot of possibilities on what to do with that that I’d love to see ideas.

In this I want to Play The female aka Anya but there can be another similar situation they meet that’s on this same limbo. I like playing male characters a lot so don’t worry about biases!

[mrxcreepypastamadness]

???: I know you been waiting for quite a long time now kid.

???: But don't you worry, I perfected everything.

Just to make it special for YOU.

???: I'll see you soon. Things are about to get REALLY INTERESTING NOW.

(Open RP) "Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness"

(Just kidding, it's an RP trailer)

(RP paused by IHY Taffyta.)

IHY Taffyta: Hey guys uh...about that, heh heh... well...we screwed up.

There's no denying it we overestimated and um...yeah...

Anyway, I come here with some good news, so who's ready for the new release-

GV: Ha ha ha! This RP will never come out!👍😏

IHY Taffyta: What?

GV: Have you seen the lack of cast of characters and teasers, these losers never get any work done.

IHY Taffyta: Hey first of all what are you doing here and second of all how do you know??

GV: It's almost a year of delay, and the old RP post contains the cast of characters they're supposed to roleplay as, it's never coming out.

IHY Taffyta: Have you been looking at Twitter again? 😑

GV: You mean X?

IHY Taffyta: Twitter, X whatever it is called! Those children are just children of hate of beggars and bandwagoners, don't tell me you actually believe them.

GV: Then where is it huh? We been stalling and take our time for several days, and it's still not out.

IHY Taffyta: You do realize that we're just RPing this for free and for fun right? But there are actual people with lives and schedules to not entirely to Friday Night Funkin RPs?! Those twitter people and beggars don't care about the RP project, they won't even try it themselves, you got alot of nerve on saying this to me.

GV: Yeah but the old RP chapter 1 was never used.

IHY Taffyta: GAHHHH!!! I HAD IT WITH YOU! 😡

*Both IHY Taffyta and GV are fighting each other*

Vanellope?: ENOUGH!

*Both IHY Taffyta and GV looked up to their boss in confusion*

Vanellope?: You two are annoying me...I'll take care of this myself.

Vanellope?: I know you're watching this, little rat.

And I know you been waiting for me.

Vanellope?: But do not fret, cause I'm closer than you think.

We will settle this once and for all...

Vanellope?: LIFE IS JUST A GAME, SO DO YOU WANNA PLAY?

*Evil laughter*

"Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness

Backstory:

"In the early 90s a deal was made by a popular rockstar named "Dearest" and a hivemind in the video game market named "Genivive", both had a monopoly on the industry, with Dearest partering with TobiKomi they earned millions of dollars each year.

Until one day, when Dearest had enough money, he betrayed and abused Genivive and sealed her in one of of his many creations in the arcade machine. Genivive remained sealed away on the arcade machine for over 50 years before finding out that not only Dearest had retired, but that he has a family and a daughter.

Genivive learned that DD's son-in-law was really good at singing, Genivive knew that was her chance to take revenge on him for breaking their deal so, Genivive sent herself over to Dearest's house to take away the most important thing to him."

"I'M COMING FOR YOU."

HALLOWEEN 2024

*IHY Taffyta entered the chat*

IHY Taffyta: So, how is that?

GV: Halloween?! Ugh, you gotta be joking me Taffyta!

IHY Taffyta: We should be able to make it this time! We almost have everything done and-

GV: What if you don't?

IHY Taffyta: ...... Hold on give me a second;

(Gonna send in logo twice...)

HALLOWEEN 2024

MAYBE NOVEMBER OR DECEMBER

IHY Taffyta: There, better?

GV: Much better.

[prpfz]

hello! ✨ i'm 24, NB [she/they] and looking for a 21+ partner for a dark to dead dove mxm fae roleplay. i want something heavy on power imbalances, dubious consent (and the lack there of), threats of violence, and a dose of dehumanization. my character is a fae prince who is self-centered, hedonistic, sadistic, and an opportunistic cannibal. i love the idea of playing him against a captured human or other supernatural creature in a horror based romance. i'm definitely wanting more plot than smut, maybe 75/25 split. i prefer replies to average in the 3-5 paragraph range. i work full time but can normally manage 2-3 replies a week. i roleplay exclusively through discord. i enjoy world building, sharing playlists, and ooc chatter between replies. i use realistic faceclaims but don't require you to do so. i have very few limits and would prefer a partner with an open mind as well. i do not roleplay with cishet men anymore, sorry! like and/or reply to this post and i'll reach out if i'm still looking for a parter c:

give a like and anon will get back to you

[autisticgenderworm]

Hi everyone! Still looking for roleplay parters for LotR, and FMA now too! Dm me if you’re interested :3

[canonrpfinder]

🦑🩷hey! 20 year old here, looking for a smutty Squid Game roleplay.

I was hoping to do a Hyun Ju (player 120) x Young mi (player 095). I’d be playing as Hyun Ju.

I like the idea of a little bit of build up and romance, and them both being relatively shy about things. Also I’d be down to involve some hurt/comfort type stuff.

I usually write on discord but I’m open to writing on tumblr as well. I’d consider my writing style semi-literate, I write about 10-25 mobile lines depending on how much my roleplay parter writes.

YOU MUST BE 18+

Like this post and I’ll dm you! :)

✒️

[rphunter]

🦑🩷hey! 20 year old here, looking for a smutty Squid Game roleplay.

I was hoping to do a Hyun Ju (player 120) x Young mi (player 095). I’d be playing as Hyun Ju.

I like the idea of a little bit of build up and romance, and them both being relatively shy about things. Also I’d be down to involve some hurt/comfort type stuff.

I usually write on discord but I’m open to writing on tumblr as well. I’d consider my writing style semi-literate, I write about 10-25 mobile lines depending on how much my roleplay parter writes.

YOU MUST BE 18+

Like this post and I’ll dm you! :)

,

[presentmic317]

Looking for another Good Omens Aziracrow Roleplay! I will link my old Roleplay post below, as the rules haven’t changed and I am still open for almost any plot.

Or you can look at my pinned post on my profile. I don’t mind playing Aziraphale or Crowley, whichever you prefer! Feel free to message me here or my discord directly, it’s .__kawasaki__.

[findyourrp]

hey there! 19 transman here looking for someone 18+ to do some brainstorming for potentially dark, supernatural based plots.

it’s been so long since i’ve been able to write as much as i’ve been wanting to, as i’m coming out of a years long writer’s block. my goal is to find someone literate to novella, that is craving some worldbuilding and character focused plot development. i enjoy writing like i’m writing a novel with my roleplaying partner. i prefer m/m or m/nb pairings, but i’m not opposed to doing a m/f.

• having some ideas for a werewolf x vampire storyline based in either a victorian era or old western era. perhaps muse a is a gruff, isolated hermit of a werewolf and is retired from an investigative unit. his old department asks him to come in on a special case involving… odd murder cases. they then introduce muse b, they could be the suspect, or the parter settled to help muse a investigate. regardless, they do NOT get along.

•a villain x hero where the system is completely corrupt; the hero isn’t truly the hero, and perhaps the villain has some sick obsession with him/the system the hero works under. i would love to add some darker elements to this (ie, stalking, dubcon, etc.).

of course i always encourage other ideas if you have any. i don’t do double ups at this time only because i work a lot and don’t want to stress myself out over multiple characters.

if you’re interested please like this post and i’ll reach out to you! ✨

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[king4egon]

hey! a literate roleplayer here. I am looking for a roleplayer (21+) for a house of dragon roleplay. I’ve been thinking of having aegon ii as my muse, and am open to trying out various ships with him, including ocs! I don’t have many triggers, and enjoy genres such as fluff, smut, angst, horror, and many more. I don’t have much experience writing for hotd character, but I have been writing for quite a few years now! I am looking for a rp partner who is open minded, friendly, enthusiastic and who would be willing to brainstorm ideas with me. I will send a reply at least once a week and expect my rp parter to replay at least once a month. if you’re interested, feel free to reach out to me via tumblr dms, though I’d prefer to rp on discord!