Crychimera
LOVER OF LOVE
Hello everyone! I’m Chimera, a transmasc agender Canadian astro [were]canine lover with an eleven years passion in writing. I usually write 350-1000+ words and my interest in genres are action / adventure, science fiction, supernatural, paranormal, meta fiction, and general / urban fantasy, with selective focus on crime, slice of life, and horror.
I’m looking for long-term roleplay partners who are okay with having low effort casual 1x1 interactions, as my activity is often low from having prioritized focus on myself with my life and creativity projects. However, I’d love to establish friendships with my roleplay partners and be able to chat about not only our characters and roleplay stories, but also our interests and lives in general. I love making graphics, playlists, and pinboards, so if we connect well, I’d be more than happy to make them for our roleplays and characters!
Do note I am selective with choosing my roleplay partners because I don’t have much energy and time to have one on one interactions with a certain amount of folks, so I'll likely not accept the interests if I feel our writing styles and / or personalities are uncompatible.
If you’re interested in interacting with me, do not post this thread— pm me instead and please give me something beyond the “I want to roleplay with you” kind of message. Let me know your alias and other important details you’d like me to know about you, what ideas / concepts that I mentioned here interests you, and if you have any ideas / plots in mind you’d like to share so that we have something to work with lacking awkwardness!
Thank you so much for checking this interest thread out and I look forward to making many fun stories and friendships with those wanting to write with me!
GUIDELINE
* I will eventually add a gallery for my original characters available for roleplays, so keep an eye out for that if interested!
MEDIAS
MUSIC
TROPES
WORD BANK
PROMPTS
WRITING SAMPLES
I’m looking for long-term roleplay partners who are okay with having low effort casual 1x1 interactions, as my activity is often low from having prioritized focus on myself with my life and creativity projects. However, I’d love to establish friendships with my roleplay partners and be able to chat about not only our characters and roleplay stories, but also our interests and lives in general. I love making graphics, playlists, and pinboards, so if we connect well, I’d be more than happy to make them for our roleplays and characters!
Do note I am selective with choosing my roleplay partners because I don’t have much energy and time to have one on one interactions with a certain amount of folks, so I'll likely not accept the interests if I feel our writing styles and / or personalities are uncompatible.
If you’re interested in interacting with me, do not post this thread— pm me instead and please give me something beyond the “I want to roleplay with you” kind of message. Let me know your alias and other important details you’d like me to know about you, what ideas / concepts that I mentioned here interests you, and if you have any ideas / plots in mind you’d like to share so that we have something to work with lacking awkwardness!
Thank you so much for checking this interest thread out and I look forward to making many fun stories and friendships with those wanting to write with me!
GUIDELINE
- My writing partners must be over eighteen– preferably over twenty one. I’m over twenty one and I do not feel comfortable interacting with minors. This doesn’t need to be said, but must nevertheless, any form of bigotry and prejudice will never be tolerated. I look for writing partners who are content to be friends as willing to have ooc conversations and not just strictly roleplays. Having that connection built really helps me with the muse and general interactions while I feel more comfortable interacting with my writing partners overall.
- As this is a personal preference for my comfort, please do not reach out if you have an interest in the following medias: Harry Potter, Attack on Titans, Vivziepop’s works. I prefer not to interact with those who enjoy these contents that I don’t agree and feel comfortable with their themes and creators. Additionally, do not reach out if you’re into dead dove themed contents and use / support AI usages.
- I prefer writing original characters as I tend to write characters who are masculine or non-binary more than feminine. I only write canon characters with those I'm close to, but as headcanon and canon-divergent based. Whether my writing partner would like to write a canon or original character with me, I don’t mind either, although I have a higher interest towards the latter. I have my created characters— most are aligned to their own original lores / universes that I’d like to follow as closely as possible, but depending on the plots and settings, I can write their alternative counterparts or create new characters on the spot! I generally do not do doubles+ but if the plot is interesting, I may do so.
- I’m ghost friendly in a way that people can fall inactive ic and / or ooc without giving notifications when I understand we all have lives and ourselves that we must focus on the most, although I do prefer being told there’s no longer interest held in our roleplay threads or interacting with me overall. I want my writing partners to be honest and communicative with me! I’m usually slow to get around on the ic area, so I highly appreciate the patience. I have Discord, but it’s reserved only for those who I feel I’m connected well with, so our conversations stay on pms until I feel comfortable sharing my Discord.
- I prefer realistic or animated / drawn faceclaims over written descriptions as I’m visual oriented; I use realistic more than the latter. I’m good with any styles my writing partners write in as long as it’s not oneliners and AI generated. I prefer for writing replies to be at least 300+ words so I can have something to reply to easily and effectively. My usual style is third and present + past tense and I tend to use graphics ( e.g. headers, icons ) in my roleplay replies because I enjoy having visual aspects in my writings, but I don’t expect my writing partners to do the same. Please do not ever feel obligated to match my writing length, I love to ramble-write!
- I do not accept plots and dynamics based on amnesia, infidelity, friends / lovers to enemies, major gap romantic relationships, and toxic friendships + romantic relationships. I’m not a big fan of excessive / extreme angst for my mental well-being; I’ll be sure to communicate if anything gets too much, but please keep this in mind when plotting / writing with me. I am okay with typical sensitive themes ( e.g. violence, gore, death, mental illnesses, etcetera ); just be sure to treat them with the most respect and research when necessary.
* I will eventually add a gallery for my original characters available for roleplays, so keep an eye out for that if interested!
MEDIAS
MUSIC
TROPES
WORD BANK
PROMPTS
WRITING SAMPLES
⠀The fox and the star sit side by side, admiring the stellar infinity above together. They bond over the flowers and constellations with tales and meanings behind them, adoring the land and sky while painfully wishing for the humanity to leave them alone. Let nature run and soar, be ever most free. In these delicate night exchanges, they learn more about each other with genuine care, although across their conversation, Micah notices how her gaze lingers over their bare upper body, all covered with wounds and bruises and scars. It aches. Micah's serenity does not once flicker from the eyes of the blooming vixen, even when they are being seen. To the world, they look like violent ends and doomed lovers and saints' tragedies.
⠀To Micah, they see their body like the moon with her beautiful craters, only looking after the world in all of her silver crafted strength and softest raw love.
⠀Space distorts and time slows when their new friend speaks to them of tenderness:
⠀❝ ─And I wish I could tell you that the aching was a beautiful rebirth of some magnificent kind. But there is no beauty to be found in this kind of survival. ❞
⠀Silence lives long and heartfelt in Micah who reflects upon the given solace with their focus grasped in own shaky hands, held by their eternal phantom pain and haunting past. One will say that everything has a reason to occur or there is a meaning behind it all. Yet, they can not concur with such thoughts that are more self killing than assuring.
⠀( GOD WILL SAY: THERE ARE ALWAYS GOOD INTENTIONS IN EVERY CHOICE. BUT WHERE ARE MY PURPOSES IN MY CHILDHOOD GORES AND UPHEAVALS? MEANINGS IN MY ACHES AND AGONIES? THERE IS NOTHING IN THE BURNING. I AM NOTHING BUT FAINT SHADOW AND BLOOD AND SHATTERED REFLECTION. HOW I WANT TO BE REAL─ I MOST WANT TO BE LOVED AND BE LOVING. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK? DOES MY ENDURANCE FRIGHTEN YOU, GOD? )
⠀Micah closes their eyes, tears fallen. ❝ I - I - i am still here despite everything... There... there is beauty in that fact, at least. ❞ It has to be after everything─ They clench their hand and place it firm against the chest, feeling their heartbeats. This body, it tells them that they are loved. It thanks them for trying to take care of it. Always. Just as the stars above them will shine brighter while they burn more, saying: I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU─
⠀The sky sings in glints. Hope is everywhere; it is ultimately within Micah even with all of their vivid blood and violent burns. ❝ As long as i am still alive, trying to love the universe as much as myself, I think that will be always beautiful enough to me. ❞ With a smile, they hold their friend's hand, unflinching. Micah falls silent then, watching the sun meet the moon. Love.
⠀All softly fade in the kindest end.
⠀To Micah, they see their body like the moon with her beautiful craters, only looking after the world in all of her silver crafted strength and softest raw love.
⠀Space distorts and time slows when their new friend speaks to them of tenderness:
⠀❝ ─And I wish I could tell you that the aching was a beautiful rebirth of some magnificent kind. But there is no beauty to be found in this kind of survival. ❞
⠀Silence lives long and heartfelt in Micah who reflects upon the given solace with their focus grasped in own shaky hands, held by their eternal phantom pain and haunting past. One will say that everything has a reason to occur or there is a meaning behind it all. Yet, they can not concur with such thoughts that are more self killing than assuring.
⠀( GOD WILL SAY: THERE ARE ALWAYS GOOD INTENTIONS IN EVERY CHOICE. BUT WHERE ARE MY PURPOSES IN MY CHILDHOOD GORES AND UPHEAVALS? MEANINGS IN MY ACHES AND AGONIES? THERE IS NOTHING IN THE BURNING. I AM NOTHING BUT FAINT SHADOW AND BLOOD AND SHATTERED REFLECTION. HOW I WANT TO BE REAL─ I MOST WANT TO BE LOVED AND BE LOVING. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK? DOES MY ENDURANCE FRIGHTEN YOU, GOD? )
⠀Micah closes their eyes, tears fallen. ❝ I - I - i am still here despite everything... There... there is beauty in that fact, at least. ❞ It has to be after everything─ They clench their hand and place it firm against the chest, feeling their heartbeats. This body, it tells them that they are loved. It thanks them for trying to take care of it. Always. Just as the stars above them will shine brighter while they burn more, saying: I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU─
⠀The sky sings in glints. Hope is everywhere; it is ultimately within Micah even with all of their vivid blood and violent burns. ❝ As long as i am still alive, trying to love the universe as much as myself, I think that will be always beautiful enough to me. ❞ With a smile, they hold their friend's hand, unflinching. Micah falls silent then, watching the sun meet the moon. Love.
⠀All softly fade in the kindest end.
⠀I don't ever deserve it, this respect. The tenderness that makes my skin harden and my visions go striking red with paranoia. if anything, I hate when people still try to reach out to me despite my terribleness.
⠀❝ You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. ❞
⠀Yet, how you still tell me this without hesitation one night. I growl and my arms hold horrible itches that can never go away, no matter how long I scratch them apart even to the point of bleeding. Did Micah tell you to say this to me?
⠀Ire builds in thicker fluids which makes me want to spit─ I fucking want it to be blood. I never understand love. I never think it's a thing I can have. I've lived my whole life fighting, as I only believe I can not ever have the kindness be made beneath my skin instead of the goddamn hands and blades.
⠀I'M NOTHING. What can you see beyond the rage and violence that i have to be for my Cluster? My hands keep clenching into hot fists then letting it all go, only for me to grasp them back again as tighter tensions. You can tell me it is possible for me to have all of this love, but the most terrifying truth about me: I don’t know how to love and be loved─
⠀YOU CAN'T TELL ME I CAN LOVE AND BE LOVED WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO EVEN LIVE. CRUELTY ALWAYS RUNS DEEPER IN THE FRAGILE VEINS AND MEMORIES, THE VIOLENCE SHAPING AS PHANTOMS AND NIGHTMARES
⠀If love is the strongest, why can't I remember most kind memories with my lovers? I AM NOTHING AT ALL. A hollow body. An empty shell. I am sick. I AM SICK. I am sick.
⠀I AM NOT I─
⠀( Maybe in a different lifetime, I can have all of the love. )
⠀I don't say anything of this in words or gestures. I believe I should not say anything at all in any ways or this part of the world will shatter by my ugly opening. Revealed vulnerability is the rusted knife cutting through the skin. I don't think you will ever be ready to see what I have to carry with me across my life, more than ghosts and flames and canine teeth.
⠀A harsh sigh leaves my body heavier, twitching erratically like it's begging me for something─ I don't know, it's tired of trying to act like a human that is alive. Anger flickers deeply in me as beating heart. Each time it beats, I only want to devour the sun more. If I can't have love, then the world shouldn't have it either. Not when it can exist horribly as myself.
⠀Not as the universe lacks care about me.
⠀I glance away from you, unsure of how you will react to my silence. I don't think it matters anyway. If the world is against me, then I will fight it like I always have. I don't fucking need its love. Should I even be grateful for your words regardless? I feel more trapped than comforted, bounded in the sickening reminder that I am not meant to be loved. I didn't came to exist in this damaged world so that I could love. I don't know what my purposes are but to use fear so people can cower and pray, letting me with my Cluster roam as freely as possible; unheld, unhurt, UNLOVED.
⠀Violence have made me more terrible than what any of us stars had to face all alone. I still say nothing. I grab a cigarette and light it, inhaling the burns. When I release agony, I flick the roll.
⠀The ashes rise and fade into oblivion like dying stars.
⠀❝ You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. ❞
⠀Yet, how you still tell me this without hesitation one night. I growl and my arms hold horrible itches that can never go away, no matter how long I scratch them apart even to the point of bleeding. Did Micah tell you to say this to me?
⠀Ire builds in thicker fluids which makes me want to spit─ I fucking want it to be blood. I never understand love. I never think it's a thing I can have. I've lived my whole life fighting, as I only believe I can not ever have the kindness be made beneath my skin instead of the goddamn hands and blades.
⠀I'M NOTHING. What can you see beyond the rage and violence that i have to be for my Cluster? My hands keep clenching into hot fists then letting it all go, only for me to grasp them back again as tighter tensions. You can tell me it is possible for me to have all of this love, but the most terrifying truth about me: I don’t know how to love and be loved─
⠀YOU CAN'T TELL ME I CAN LOVE AND BE LOVED WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO EVEN LIVE. CRUELTY ALWAYS RUNS DEEPER IN THE FRAGILE VEINS AND MEMORIES, THE VIOLENCE SHAPING AS PHANTOMS AND NIGHTMARES
⠀If love is the strongest, why can't I remember most kind memories with my lovers? I AM NOTHING AT ALL. A hollow body. An empty shell. I am sick. I AM SICK. I am sick.
⠀I AM NOT I─
⠀( Maybe in a different lifetime, I can have all of the love. )
⠀I don't say anything of this in words or gestures. I believe I should not say anything at all in any ways or this part of the world will shatter by my ugly opening. Revealed vulnerability is the rusted knife cutting through the skin. I don't think you will ever be ready to see what I have to carry with me across my life, more than ghosts and flames and canine teeth.
⠀A harsh sigh leaves my body heavier, twitching erratically like it's begging me for something─ I don't know, it's tired of trying to act like a human that is alive. Anger flickers deeply in me as beating heart. Each time it beats, I only want to devour the sun more. If I can't have love, then the world shouldn't have it either. Not when it can exist horribly as myself.
⠀Not as the universe lacks care about me.
⠀I glance away from you, unsure of how you will react to my silence. I don't think it matters anyway. If the world is against me, then I will fight it like I always have. I don't fucking need its love. Should I even be grateful for your words regardless? I feel more trapped than comforted, bounded in the sickening reminder that I am not meant to be loved. I didn't came to exist in this damaged world so that I could love. I don't know what my purposes are but to use fear so people can cower and pray, letting me with my Cluster roam as freely as possible; unheld, unhurt, UNLOVED.
⠀Violence have made me more terrible than what any of us stars had to face all alone. I still say nothing. I grab a cigarette and light it, inhaling the burns. When I release agony, I flick the roll.
⠀The ashes rise and fade into oblivion like dying stars.
⠀Across the kind night when their Cluster is free from chains, earlier reunited with the monster in blooming joys and shining comforts, Micah had gently taken their friend over to the world where it lives within their Cluster's mind: The Awakening, a mental sanctuary built out of endless light to hide and rest when the real world would be too much for the small stars to live in while being misunderstood, mistranslated, all unloved.
⠀Only a very few folks outside the Cluster would know such a brilliant internal world as the Awakening can exist─ Micah trusts their friend that she will be just kind to this world. With every bit of their cosmic heart, they believe she will love it whole as with the stellaris system itself.
⠀Loving hand in loved hand, Micah walks with their friend across the opening field. Full of cosmic life, the grasses glow in blue to purple schemes and the cosmos adores the vast nightly sky. There is no human disturbances or the endless burning. No shouting or screaming. Scattered shades and stained bloodlets on the surfaces. There is only light, love, as what the real world should have.
⠀❝ Even to this day, I sometimes feel the world is afraid of me for who I am─ ❞ What I am─ ❝ I try to act and speak like a human, I look like one, but is it ever enough? ❞ It will never be enough for me to simply exist─ ❝ Even to those beyond the natural, as I am part sun and moon and stars, I am still mostly feared─ ❞ IAMUNLOVEDIAMUNLOVEDIAM─
⠀Micah glances away from their friend, their gentle gaze on the starry sky. If she looks at their eyes closely, through the forming tears, she will see they are bearing the saddest constellation, what have always been trying to burn harder and brighter so their infinite stars can be seen as hope instead of the deep loneliness.
⠀❝ I know I am a good person and I know I deserve love... I know all that I was before and am now and will be, but why do I still feel I am not meant to belong to this world that does not love me enough? ❞ Tears roll over Micah's cheeks, with the sky above shifting to darker colour schemes, almost painful to see as influenced by their crestfallen emotions. Their friend still holds them close.
⠀❝ You are not unlovable. There is always something to love. ❞
⠀Words of the deadly and wonderful beauty are given with warm love to the lost stars, everything about her is raw and real. There is the truth: You are always most loved.
⠀Micah stares down at their feet and deeply inhales, trying to survive themself, trying to believe in themself─ I am trying so much with everything of me to remember that I am always worth more than the scars and stars that I exist in─ I can always be more than my endless burning, my existence does not need to be of ashes and stardust─ My hands shake and I let yours go to hold my own, almost like I am praying. Yet, not for God or any other deities but myself. I am asking myself to please be gentle.
⠀I am begging myself to please love myself more because I know I deserve to be loved by myself the most. I always want to hold the five years old me and tell her I am sorry the world failed us every single day and night. I always want to hold the fourteen years old me and tell him I am sorry the world kept hurting us anyway─ I WILL ALWAYS PROMISE WE ARE NOT BROKEN AS THE MISUNDERSTANDING FOLKS AND MISINTERPRETING STORIES SAY THAT WE ARE. WE ONLY NEED TO BE LOVED MORE AND THAT SHOULD ALWAYS BE OKAY─
⠀I hold myself tight, then I cover my face, soon breaking apart into a sob against shaken hands. Through the trembles, they keep clenching and releasing and repeating, self seeking for light, light, love; an ugly language in scattered stars.
⠀❝ Thank you. ❞ I don't hear myself, my focus disintegrated across the dream. Drowning in white noises while the sky colours revert to lighter schemes, my body gets gently pulled to the surface and I sense it being held within the great warm embrace of my friend, our legs against the glowing grasses when I can no longer support my own weight.
⠀I keep holding myself like I am holding my burnt dreams and memories with my soft hands, trying to love myself better. ❝ Thank you. ❞ My mouth leaves another deeper gratitude before I place my wet face in the crook of her neck, finding sacred reminder I still am always most loved, even with all of this impossible light etched into my body and soul─
⠀Everything of me and my God shattering stars.
⠀Only a very few folks outside the Cluster would know such a brilliant internal world as the Awakening can exist─ Micah trusts their friend that she will be just kind to this world. With every bit of their cosmic heart, they believe she will love it whole as with the stellaris system itself.
⠀Loving hand in loved hand, Micah walks with their friend across the opening field. Full of cosmic life, the grasses glow in blue to purple schemes and the cosmos adores the vast nightly sky. There is no human disturbances or the endless burning. No shouting or screaming. Scattered shades and stained bloodlets on the surfaces. There is only light, love, as what the real world should have.
⠀❝ Even to this day, I sometimes feel the world is afraid of me for who I am─ ❞ What I am─ ❝ I try to act and speak like a human, I look like one, but is it ever enough? ❞ It will never be enough for me to simply exist─ ❝ Even to those beyond the natural, as I am part sun and moon and stars, I am still mostly feared─ ❞ IAMUNLOVEDIAMUNLOVEDIAM─
⠀Micah glances away from their friend, their gentle gaze on the starry sky. If she looks at their eyes closely, through the forming tears, she will see they are bearing the saddest constellation, what have always been trying to burn harder and brighter so their infinite stars can be seen as hope instead of the deep loneliness.
⠀❝ I know I am a good person and I know I deserve love... I know all that I was before and am now and will be, but why do I still feel I am not meant to belong to this world that does not love me enough? ❞ Tears roll over Micah's cheeks, with the sky above shifting to darker colour schemes, almost painful to see as influenced by their crestfallen emotions. Their friend still holds them close.
⠀❝ You are not unlovable. There is always something to love. ❞
⠀Words of the deadly and wonderful beauty are given with warm love to the lost stars, everything about her is raw and real. There is the truth: You are always most loved.
⠀Micah stares down at their feet and deeply inhales, trying to survive themself, trying to believe in themself─ I am trying so much with everything of me to remember that I am always worth more than the scars and stars that I exist in─ I can always be more than my endless burning, my existence does not need to be of ashes and stardust─ My hands shake and I let yours go to hold my own, almost like I am praying. Yet, not for God or any other deities but myself. I am asking myself to please be gentle.
⠀I am begging myself to please love myself more because I know I deserve to be loved by myself the most. I always want to hold the five years old me and tell her I am sorry the world failed us every single day and night. I always want to hold the fourteen years old me and tell him I am sorry the world kept hurting us anyway─ I WILL ALWAYS PROMISE WE ARE NOT BROKEN AS THE MISUNDERSTANDING FOLKS AND MISINTERPRETING STORIES SAY THAT WE ARE. WE ONLY NEED TO BE LOVED MORE AND THAT SHOULD ALWAYS BE OKAY─
⠀I hold myself tight, then I cover my face, soon breaking apart into a sob against shaken hands. Through the trembles, they keep clenching and releasing and repeating, self seeking for light, light, love; an ugly language in scattered stars.
⠀❝ Thank you. ❞ I don't hear myself, my focus disintegrated across the dream. Drowning in white noises while the sky colours revert to lighter schemes, my body gets gently pulled to the surface and I sense it being held within the great warm embrace of my friend, our legs against the glowing grasses when I can no longer support my own weight.
⠀I keep holding myself like I am holding my burnt dreams and memories with my soft hands, trying to love myself better. ❝ Thank you. ❞ My mouth leaves another deeper gratitude before I place my wet face in the crook of her neck, finding sacred reminder I still am always most loved, even with all of this impossible light etched into my body and soul─
⠀Everything of me and my God shattering stars.
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