#wanted rp idea

[writemyroleplay]

Hi there! I am looking for someone 21+ to write a roleplay set in a boarding school/college for rich and/or famous people. I am mostly looking to write against m or enby characters. I might be convinced to write against f.

I myself would write as either m or trans masc. Both of the characters I have in mind would be students attending this boarding school and are 18+. Your character could be a student as well, the principal, a teacher, a staff member, etc. I am okay with there being an age gap.

We can add (lots of) smut, though the plot is still important to me. We could also give a supernatural, paranormal or murder mystery twist to the plot.

I only rp through Discord. I am fine with using pictures or art (no AI!!) as faceclaims.

Give this post a like if you are interested and I will reach out to you.

[bonefall]

Hey, what makes a character a 'plot device but not a character'? And how do you not do that? I'm trying to do it on purpose but also I need to still make them interesting because it's on purpose, yknow?

A good skill to pick up is to learn to criticise criticism itself. A "plot device" is simply a thing that moves the plot along, it's a neutral literary analysis term! Usually, when people are angry that "a character has been used as a plot device," it doesn't mean they hate plot devices. It means they're gesturing at something deeper.

Runningwind and Bumble are equally plot devices in their deaths. They are both killed by the antagonist to escalate political tension. Runningwind is rarely "accused" of just being a plot device, and yet, we're talking about Bumble for the same thing.

So, why?

Well, Runningwind is just a background character, but in life, he was a part of the community. He was characterized as impatient but responsible. Yet, he wasn't SO important that he died with a bunch of unresolved plot threads.

He is mostly an extension of the entity of ThunderClan. His killing by Tigerstar, and the fear and paranoia that settles on the group after this, feel like a progression of the story insteas of something forced.

Bumble, on the other hand...

Is hated immediately by Gray Wing, when she's established as Turtle Tail's friend. Bumble's abuse at Tom the Wifebeater's hands invites even MORE investment. The rejection is shocking and upsetting. There's a story there about our main characters being imperfect; jealous, bigoted, and judgemental.

But, she is simply killed off. Everything they set up for this character is gone with little personalized fanfare. It's not a tragedy with a lesson about cruelty, or something anyone regrets.

It's just... plot. Gray Wing whinging that no one will like his shitty brother now that his body count is 2.

More than that, in the discussion of women in particular, "Fridging" was coined to give a name to the way women characters often don't get their stories told at all. There is a CULTURAL trend of female characters facing disproportionate violence, for the sake of advancing male plots.

Bumble has a lot going for her. Petal had a lot going for her. Turtle Tail had a lot going for her. Bright Stream had a lot going for her. When they died, they took their potential with them.

It's not always wrong to kill off a character of high potential, mind you. In Gurren Lagann, Kamina's death is sudden and shocking, leaving a massive hole in the hearts of the cast that never heals. Grappling with that loss, but also letting his memory fuel them, is a major theme of that story.

All that to say... there's no formula for avoiding it. You've gotta identify what the deeper issue is, in your specific narrative.

I can't say for certain what that will look like for your story, but here's some things I keep in mind;

When you make characters who exist to die, make sure they're people before you axe them.

Ask yourself; what about them does the cast miss?

If they just miss them because they were (pre-existing relationship), go back to the drawing board.

Fluttering Bird as an example. Who was she? Dead sister. Why do they miss her? Dead sister. No traits until after her death.

Runningwind was short-tempered and helpful. Kamina was a valuable leader who made people believe in a brighter future. Swiftpaw was fiesty and desperate to prove himself. The better characterized, the more profound the loss usually is.

If this is a female character who is dying just to serve the plot, be aware of cultural bias and tropes. How is the gender ratio looking in your cast? Is this happening disproportionately with your girls?

Note how Quiet Rain's litter had both a boy and a girl, but the girl was chosen to be "weaker" and wither away.

And how most of the time in DOTC, whenever a man had to be upset, a girl would get killed for it.

If you ever feel like the character on the chopping block is NOT a full character, ask yourself why it needs to be a character at all. You don't need to spend narrative time building out someone when a literal object of high value might suffice.

"My sister died when I swore to protect her and I can't face my family" = Old. Tired. Ive seen this.

"I lost my heirloom sword when I swore to protect it and I can't face my family." = Fascinating. Why was the sword so valuable? Will they really not take you back? How did you lose it?

When you do kill off "high value" characters, try to make sure you're not leaving too many plot threads hanging. Or at least make a point of how they will never get closure.

[pascalsrps]

⋆˙⟡ — plot ideas !!

hey y'all!! i'm back at it again — meaning i'm bored, it's a dreary autumn, and i'm finding myself retreating back to cutsey fantasylands in my mind 🥰 listed below are a few plot ideas i've had in my notesapp for a while — as always, send an ask or a private message if you'd be interested in any of these up !! happy writing !!

childhood sweethearts (on the rocks)

a plot where muse a and muse b have been friends since childhood — here and there, they would have a one night stand, but never really allowed themselves to progress into anything more than just friends. now, as adults who are figuring out the dating scene isn’t as easy as their parents made it seem, muse a and muse b are seeing each other more and more frequently. eventually, muse a starts seeing someone new, and has less and less time for muse b. i’m talking jealousy, tension!!! muse b realizing maybe they’ve had feelings for muse a the whole time, muse a having to make tough decisions — either continue dating this new person or hurt muse b!!! i liiiiive for drama pls

childhood sweethearts (with a twist)

okay but a plot where close childhood friends reunite — except muse a was in love with muse b growing up, and muse b became muse a’s best friend’s high school sweetheart. muse a concealed their feelings for muse b all throughout their friendship, in high school & college, although both muses definitely had feelings & felt sparks for one another long before muse b started dating muse a’s best friend. despite the connection they’d felt, neither wanted to jeopardize any of the friendships between the three, and ultimately, muse b ended up married to muse a’s bff… except now, years later, muse a and muse b reunite at muse a’s best friend’s funeral. imagine the hurt of losing a loved one but having the comfort of yet another loved one?? blurred lines, tension, second-guesses…….

let me take care of you (southern charm)

okay so i’ve been kicking around a ranch hand plot where muse a is looking for help around the ranch they’ve just inherited due to a death in the family, and seeing as they’re just one person with lots of land, and virtually no knowledge on how to take care of it, it’s impossible to go it all on their own… enter muse b. muse b, a man who not only knows how to work the land but can take care of the ranch with ease, finds it impossible to not take care of muse a, while he's at it. just give me texan sunsets and lovers with low static music crooning in the background from some vinyl record please & ty

friends with benefits (with feelings)

a friends with benefits plot where muse a is dead-set, hellbent on not having a relationship and not getting too intimately involved with muse b; muse b has been in love with muse a for years, and muse a knows this, but still can’t bring themselves to get emotionally attached. i need tensionnnn and like, a lil toxicity ykwim??? for the angst omg 

will you come find me (after the after party?)

so hear me out — a plot where muse a and muse b met at a friend of a friend’s party & instantly hit it off. muse a is immediately infatuated with muse b — they laugh, talk, drink; they even make an incredible beer pong team. at some point during the night, muse a decides to put the moves on muse b. however, after leaving to get them some drinks, muse a comes back to find muse b kissing someone else… and to make it worse? it’s their boyfriend/girlfriend. tbh this plot could have the potential of a shakespearean comedy if we did it right akdjgh ok i'm talking messssssssyyyy 

you feel like home (but i’ve got a different address)

okay so i need a tense plot where muse a and muse b are soulmates, beyond the shadow of a doubt — but muse a is married to a nightmare of a spouse. little by little, they spend more time together one on one, but it’s getting increasingly harder for muse b to see muse a with their spouse, especially knowing how that spouse treats muse a. idk this is a rough plot/work in progress plot but i feel like it has potential to go somewhere!!!

— as always, send an ask or a private message if you'd be interested in any of these up!! happy writing 🥰🥰

[theotherwoman-emily]

Ghostface/Kindapping Dark Romance Prompt 🔪🤍

“Okay my little whore. I’ll give you to the count of ten. Run, hide, whatever suits you. If I find you I will fuck you while you squirm and scream to get away against the earth.”

My breathing was heavy as he rips the bag off my head. My eyes squint to adjust to the naturally dark night with storm clouds looming.

The lightning cracks through the sky and rumbles through the atmosphere. There was nothing around us but dark dense woods.

Why did it make my panties wet thinking about it?

This man had not only kidnapped me from my home, put a bag over my head, was wearing a Ghostface mask, and he had a knife to my breasts, his arm vise gripped around me, and he was threatening to rape me if I didn’t run and hide fast enough for him to get me.

I should be terrified. I knew with the lightning he would see me. I was only wearing an oversized shirt with a thin thong on. I was also barefooted.

His massive arms unwind off my chest and release me. He takes a few steps back.

“One.” His voice is deep and rugged. It sends heat pooling between my thighs.

It takes my fogged brain a second to catch up with his words when he starts counting down less than a millisecond after one.

“Two.”

Adrenaline spikes into my veins sending my gummy legs into action. I take off through the overgrowth, and under the low hanging branches.

“Three.” There’s a deep sense of thrill coursing through me straight to my core at the deepness of his voice.

The pain starts shooting up both my bare feet. I couldn’t see but I assume it’s thorns. I knew I had to push and keep going to get further.

Fuck. My breathing becomes labored but I don’t stop. Behind me I couldn’t hear the heavy foot falls of someone hot on my heels.

The lightning overheard was brief and shown very little of the path before me. I was almost completely blind in the night, my hands out before me, my legs moving carefully but as a decent pace.

I trip over an unseen limb free fall into the dark, my body hitting into the ground, rolling, before my body slams into a tree trunk.

I groan at the impact.

“Ten my little attention seeking whore.” I could hear the voice from beside me or behind me. The heavy boots. I was too tired initially to fight or ward him off as his hands gathered my ankles in a harsh grip and pulled me fully down to the ground. “Caught you.”

I could’ve kicked him, flailed, screamed, cried out, but I didn’t want to.

The fabric of my shirt was torn away, exposing my body to the dark of the night. My nipples harden as the chill of the wind perks them. My thong is also torn away from my pussy leaving me bare to him.

Fuck. I’d lost. But my body nor my mind seemed to mind or protest.

My head pounded at the impact my body had sustained from the tree and my body throbbed painfully.

I can hear a belt unbuckling, a zipper sliding down, and then the massive kidnapper leans over me with his massive frame, hooking my knee over his large hips and thrusts into me with one stroke. No warning. No hesitation.

I gasp as he filled every inch of my aching pussy.

[hellsite-junior-detective]

I've been putting this off for a while, but

@hellsite-detective, hi!

I am a gimmick blog inspired by you, here to help the people of tumblr find posts!

I am still learning, but I feel confident enough in my skills to actually let you/your followers know I exist.

Hope you're having a fantastic day!

[scftlightz]

okay  so  i  had  to  type  it  before  i  forget  it.

a  witness  protection  couple??  like  they  could  be  total  strangers,  exes,  friends,  ect.  but  they  both  could  have  witnessed  a  crime  (  that  could  or  could  not  be  related!  )  so  they  get  paired  in  witness  protection,  and  living  far  from  what  they  could  remember  about  their  old  lives.  having  new  identities  and  given  certain  restrictions.  bonus  points  if  it's  and  older  pairing.

[shymaru]

@theultimatemoralcompass​

Why was this even here? He’d been getting reports of students wandering off recently and had decided to ask his counterpart to assist but never had he been expecting to find this. How or for what purpose this staircase in the middle of the woods was there was utterly beyond him. Though there was only one way to find out...

[kiwiplaetzchen]

hi!!! ok call me silly but I found this interaction so funny and the image stuck in my head… so here’s nosy asserting dominance hope you enjoy <333

The room was quiet, save for the scratching sound of Sebastian's quill as he worked through a stack of letters. Meanwhile, his little Niffler sat proudly on his fluffy bum atop the desk as he munched away on a biscuit. Crumbs tumbled down onto the desk, scattering across the wizard's letters, but the little Niffler paid them no mind. It was just another day of being the Teal King - until Sebastian paused, opening one particular envelope, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"This seems to be for you," he said with a proud smirk, turning to Nosy while holding out the piece of parchment. "You teal-furred menace."

Nosy froze mid-bite, his little beak still latched onto the biscuit as a dribble of drool escaped down the side. His eyes darted to the letter fluttering temptingly before his snout. A letter? For him? Nosy's eyes widened, but only for a second. Quickly, he shook his head, as if snapping out of a daze, as if remembering himself. Well, of course it was a letter for him! Obviously! Who else could it be for?

Tossing the remainder of the biscuit over his shoulder, he sent more crumbs raining down onto Sebastian's papers. Without hesitation, he snatched the letter out of the hand of his companion and examined it closely, turning it over in his little paws. The annoying envelope had to go, and Nosy wasted no time tearing it open with his sharp, tiny claws.

The Niffler's eyes grew as round as galleons. It was him! Magnificent, superior him! There he was, in all his glory, standing victorious over the fallen pumpkin menace! Nosy let out an excited squeak, his tail wagging furiously. The detail was impeccable - his glorious teal fur, his intimidating pea shooter, even the defeated look on that stupid gourd's face! It was perfect - flawless, even!

Nosy looked back and forth between the drawing and Sebastian, practically vibrating with excitement. He waddled closer, pointing furiously between himself and the paper, and squeaking insistently as if to say, Look! Look! This is ME! He held the paper high above his head, admiring the heroic portrayal, before pulling it into a tight hug.

Without another second of delay, Nosy stuffed the precious masterpiece into his belly pouch with utmost care and took a small leap onto Sebastian's lap, sliding down his trouser leg with ease, and waddled straight to his little nest in the wardrobe.

One thick lick to the back of the drawing later, Nosy stuck it proudly on the back panel of the wardrobe. Perfect. Now, every time he curled up in his nest, he could be reminded of his greatness!

[carlyraejepsans]

HELPP i found out about character AIs and im losing it over calling deltarune sans "a more manipulative personality" 😭😭 like whatt we've only seen this man like 2 times

sorry im being a hater hgfjdks but you're the sans understander

lmaoo character.ai, look where the fall of ai dungeon got us, smh. thank you for the compliment though!

[writemyroleplay]

Hi there!

I am looking for a 18+ roleplayer and a Red White and Royal Blue themed rp.

I am looking for a plot with Henry and Alex. I prefer writing as Henry, but can write as Alex too. The plot can be canon or an AU.

I have read the book multiple times and saw the movie though I am okay if you haven't read the book or seen the movie.

Smut can be added though it is not the must. I do want there to be some plot so if you are looking for smut only I am not the one you are looking for.

I only write over Discord.

Feel free to send me a message or like this post if you are interested.

[kikaichuno]

Bug swarm incomming...

[mittthrawnuruodo]

:: Ezolhrin | The Dark Urge ::

[ashleys-doodle-corner]

ED 13A - Hired Puppet It's all that you have ever wanted! Pray that you will never come to regret this decision.

(based on @youneedthisjob's current portrayal of protag that you should totally go interact/ send asks/ follow/ give love to because holy shit i've been going insane by fortune's characterisation of him. and protag's in a newly started arc akin to ED 13 so go send asks and get blasted with lore and pain)

((also also under the cut is a monochrome version without the pixel-esque overlay because he's too colourful. i want my grey tones.))

[spear-gsun]

A Mizuchi that i totally didnt just mean to use as an icon for an RP profile (that i might never use) but carried away with making

[lord-of-the-wasteland]

I request to give forehead kiss. please?

"you asked nicely, wastelander. so of course."

[iyla-difransisco]

*steps into the doorway of Vera’s room while she’s in the kitchen* so, you are the boy my Zia has fallen in love with? *slightly softened Italian accent* *little smile*

@definitelynot-peterp4rker