DreamingBlackbird
currently: simping for dodie
DreamingBlackbird's Partner Search
Hey peeps! The name's DreamingBlackbird, an 18-year old idiot who wants to get back to writing and roleplaying again. College is currently pulling at my hair and giving me the shock of a lifetime, but I figured there was no better way to alleviate stress than to get back to the hobby I once set aside in favor of...getting unnecessary eyebags.
The hobby, my friends, is roleplaying. That said, I've been doing it for about six years or so, and just recently I've returned to this site after some months-long hiatus--so to those that I may have ghosted, I apologize, I didn't mean to, and if y'all want to write with me again then feel free to hit me up.
What I can offer:
- Dedication! Though admittedly this is something that we both need to have to take full effect. I love plotting, and I love gushing over characters, and marveling in the world that we could create.
- Fun! Okay this is subjective of course, but I'll try my best to make the RP fun for both of us.
- Content! I average about 300-500 words a post, sometimes less and sometimes more. It's not really about the writing length and more about giving my partner something to work with to keep the story going. That said, sometimes I like putting in small details in posts--be it about our characters, the world, the plot, and whatnot
- I also have Discord, if that's more your cup of tea.
- Frequency: I'm a stay-at-home college freshman. Although online classes suck, they do provide the advantage of having more free (and flexible) time. I won't guarantee anything, but if I had to estimate I'd say I can whip up one response every 4-5 days or so? Don't be afraid to remind me though, and I'll always try to give a heads-up!
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(this was one of my longest ones, and should by no means be a measure of my usual reply lengths but rather a display of my usual writing style)
Breathe...
Cold, heavy rain beats down on a limping figure, the smell of petrichor and blood mixing up an awful stench amidst the forest air. Thunder rumbles overhead, its arrival followed by a flash of lightning that momentarily illuminates the surrounding area. For a moment, panic surges through Saoirse's being as she instinctively ducks down, resisting the urge to scream as her wounded leg scrapes against the cold ground. Somewhere in the distance, she could still hear the voices of the Crownsguard, loud and angry and evidently getting closer with every second. She needed to run, now.
But where?
Just breathe.
Body trembling, Saoirse forces herself to crawl despite the pain. She didn't have the time to gauge exactly what injuries she had sustained, but her leg was burning like a thousand hells and she could feel an arrow sticking out of her side. The world was a blurry mess, and it was getting harder to breathe and think with every passing second. Right now, Saoirse knew only one thing--she didn't want to die.
Not that it made her situation any less easier.
Breathe, Saoirse.
It wasn't long before she could clearly hear the clanking of metal--the footsteps of the Crownsguard, about a dozen of them slowing down and approaching her. She knew fully well that they were taking their time, letting her feel as much pain as possible before they would give the final blow. After all, she had nothing and no one left to fight with--dying and hopeless, left to scramble in dirt to satisfy the populace's immense hatred for her kind.
"That's right, cursed roach," she could hear the grin in the guard's voice, gleeful and sadistic. "There's nowhere to run now, ain't there?"
Oh, the hatred. It had always been there, even before the reign of the new king. A society mistrusting of mages--perhaps even jealous of what they were capable of--was a dangerous thing to encourage. And yet, when a new monarch took over, the hatred quickly amplified. Houses were burned, families were broken, lives were lost--and all because they possessed abilities that the world was yet to fathom. Correction: abilities that the world would never fathom, now that the mage populace was close to zero.
Close to.
"Wallow in the mud where you belong." It took a second for Saoirse to see the metal boot closing in, and the next thing she knew pain was shooting up her face, the kick forcing blood out of her mouth. It didn't take long for another guard to kick her in the stomach, close to where the arrow had embedded on her side. Then came another kick, and another, and another, metal colliding with flesh and bone. Saoirse forced herself to stay awake, to feel the pain rather than sleep and never wake up again.
Breathe. Just breathe. Breathe, Saoirse. Breath. Breathe. Breathe.
"You all deserve to die!" And with that exclamation came a finality, a last kick to Saoirse's chest that throws her backwards. There was a sickening crack, and then silence save for the weakening patter of rain. For a while she lay there motionless, fingers digging down the dirt, teeth gritted, body shivering from the cold and the pain and the heaviness of it all. But mostly, it was from anger and fear, emotions she knew she was sharing with these ignorant, ironclad men. Anger and fear--two things that have driven her to run since the start of the slaughter.
Run.
Slowly, Saoirse forced herself to stand up. It was a difficult thing to do, what with bleeding scars and bruises all over her body, but she managed. She had to. She didn't want to die. She was afraid of the very thought, as much as she'd told herself time and time again to be brave.
"Lo and behold, the roach still stands!" Their voices were mocking now, almost laughing, and one of them approaches her with the same sinister grin she'd felt not long ago. Saoirse raises a hand, weak sparks of magic flickering off of it, but nothing comes out. Instead, the guard grips it hard and pulls her closer to him, leaning in for a whisper. "Let's just get this over with, shall we?"
She heard the sibilant ssshing! before she felt the cold metal stab through her abdomen, and whatever numb pain she'd been feeling earlier comes back anew. She could hear the guard laughing as he lets her go, the momentum making her body fall down.
It doesn't hit wet ground, however.
She had landed on solid concrete.
The spell had worked...Sure, the world was still a blurry mess and she was feeling ten kinds of pain at the same time, but the spell had worked. She'd escaped them...for now.
I need to--
Then everything went black.
Some points to note:
- This probably goes without saying but please refrain from one-liners. One or two paragraphs is generally my minimum, so long as it gives me something to work with. Details in posts are also very much appreciated! I like to know what your character is thinking, what mysteries they hold, what the world looks like in their eyes, anything!
- I've played a range of characters before, from knights of an unknown land to your typical stressed college student who just needs coffee to survive. That said, I also love working with multiple characters, and although it's not a requirement on your end I'd appreciate it if you're up for it too!
- Romance isn't a must, though I do enjoy it.
- This isn't a strict enforcement, but it'd be preferable if you were 16+. I just find it comfortable to roleplay with others close to my age.
- Gimme a ten-letter word! Now!
- I am very fond of character development. Let's develop various relationships for our characters! Give them joy, give them pain, let them suffer but also let them smile! That! Sort! of! Stuff!
art | angst | angst | angst | anti-heroes | dungeons and dragons | fantasy | slice-of-life | found family | road trips | shenanigans | superheroes | journeys | casual stuff | high school | music | survival | we keep getting into near-death situations why | i didn't want this but you already dragged me into it so | slow descent into madness | you're stuck with me now | preliminary heartbreak | h a l p
(I just typed whatever came to mind so it's definitely incomplete/inaccurate but hey, better to start at something right?)
Some character dynamics and short blurbs we could play with:
Want some sprinkle of fantasy?
- A superhero and a supervillain
- Alternatively, their sidekicks who love to talk behind their backs
- Alternatively alternatively, their children who are Not Supposed to Talk to Each Other but hey why not
- Anything in D&D, really
- Royal siblings running away from their burning kingdom wheee--
- Or! The runaway royal and their bodyguard, who take refuge in another kingdom after theirs was taken over
- Or or! The runaway royal heir and their bastard sibling
- Magic and melee duo
- Newbie and veteran duo
- A clash of the mundane and the supernatural because why not
- A maybe-ghost and the only person who can see them
- Alternatively, someone who can see ghosts (preferably your character), and the ghosts they help out
- P I R A T E S
Want some good ol' realistic stuff?
- Strangers on a road trip!
- Alternatively, strangers on a road trip but also running from the law!
- And they were roommates
How about a pinch of both?
- Oh my God they were roommates but also an apocalypse just started and they gotta stick together now
- One's an immortal, one's a reincarnation. Why do they keep running into each other?
- Siblings/Twins are on a race to find their eccentric parent/s and why said parent/s disappeared
- Lab rats who've escaped or are planning to escape
- Revolution against a dystopian government
(I'm honestly just typing down what I -would- like to roleplay. I've never actually done any of these)
Genres
- I'm very big on Fantasy and Modern/Real life settings. Or a clash of the two!
- Post-Apocalyptic settings come next
- Honestly though I'm down for any genre--the ones at the top are only those I've had experience roleplaying the most.
Sooo, these are some plots I have at the moment, in case the pairings don't take your fancy and all. Some more will be added from time to time!
PLOT #1
tags: mystery, escape, who, what, where, why, question marks everywhere, tune in to find out
You wake up in a prison cell, with no memory of how you got there and with nothing on your person except for some really painful handcuffs tightly bound to your wrists. Oh, and there's someone with you too--except they're a skeleton and can't exactly help you with your current dilemma. No one seems to be guarding the hallways; in fact, the whole place looks like it's been abandoned long ago. What exactly happened here? Or more importantly, what exactly happened to you?
(Honestly this can go a lot of ways. I want to see where this is gonna lead to--your character may slowly remember how they ended up in the cell, or I could be the one to slowly reveal it to you, based on what you do. Things go on from there. This is slightly based on Stoneshard, a game.Actually we can also do this in a D&D dice-rolling manner, solo campaign and whatnot)
PLOT #2
tags: magic, how to get away with hiding a fugitive, adventure eventually, but first they gotta be sneaky
M1 is a mage, one of the remaining few being hunted down in the kingdom of Sterling. Their life at this point is basically just about running away and trying to survive--and when they do stop to try and take a breather, blam, they end up apprehended by the Royal Guard and almost get killed. Almost. Thankfully they manage to escape at the last minute, but that's just about it. They eventually fall unconscious from their sustained injuries, and the last thing they see is another figure approaching them as darkness closes in.
They were so sure they were going to die.
Enter M2. Middle-child of the General (aka the King's biggest suck-up), and all around troublemaker of Sterling. Their reputation dictates them as a disgrace to their family, the black sheep, the bastard, and so they're the only one in their family not included in the Royal Guard and even more so not actively hunting down mages. Funny enough that they end up discovering one in the woods. Injured. Dying. Most obviously in need of help.
So that's exactly what M2 does.
PLOT #3
tags: dystopia, fugitives, on the run, drive just drive!
(based on a post in Tumblr)
M1 was just supposed to be a passerby. One of the many witnesses of the heist, supposed to be hoisting up a phone and taking a video of the chaos like a typical 21st-century citizen. They simply had the misfortune of being in their car while it happened. And so M2 comes in, a total stranger carrying a sack full of money. They had just managed to evade the police, successfully sneaking over to the only non-cop car in the vicinity. Realization hits M1 like a wrecking ball. A thief is in their car. A thief who had just single-handedly pulled off the greatest heist in all of history--at least, it would have been if someone didn't catch them in the act and called the police.
"Drive! Fucking Drive!" M2 screams, and M1 hits the pedal without hesitation, effectively becoming an accomplice to a crime they didn't commit.
(I was thinking this could either be a typical criminal x citizen, but I think it has potential to be put in a dystopian setting? with the heist being some sort of act of rebellion and M1 getting dragged into it because they accidentally became M2's--a rebel's--getaway driver? Actually craving more for this kind of twist but didn't want to get too exposition-y :3)
PLOT #4
tags: gods, hosts, this can only end well can it?
Gods.
The Greeks had them, the Norse had them, the Romans, the Africans, the Americans...the whole world had them. Keyword: had. Now they're just memories of the past, ancient manuscripts that are considered fiction rather than reality. The gods are dead, most would say, and for a long time that was considered the truth. That is, until a man announced on live TV that he was the vessel of Zeus and promptly summoned lightning to prove it.
Turns out the gods aren't really dead.
Simply reincarnated. Simply mortal. Simply human. Or at least, partly human. They've lived inside human hosts for hundreds of years, gifting them with abilities that may or may not have affected the course of human history. At first it had been subtle--polymaths were the vessels of gods of wisdom, the greatest military leaders were the hosts of war gods, so on and so forth. Nothing supernatural, simply above the average human. Sure, there were times a god fell out of line (the Bubonic Plague, for example, was the fault of an illness god's vessel), but mostly the gods have resorted to hiding.
Now they're done with that.
Interested? Send me a PM!
(I find it more organized, but if you can't send PMs yet then feel free to reply to this thread!)
(I find it more organized, but if you can't send PMs yet then feel free to reply to this thread!)
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