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Send New EmailNew Email ReceivedNight WriteAbout MeHey, thanks for coming to my interest page I'm looking for one advanced partner. I started writing back in the days of Neopets forums with lupes, vampires, and Harry Potter.
I usually worked out a post once a day (500+ words). More posts for shorter word count. Most experience and preference for MxF pairings, but willing to try FxF, not interested in MxM.
I gain a lot of enjoyment from fiction writing, character creation, world building, and social interactions between characters. A hopeless romantic at heart, and with very few limits and triggers. I'm motivated by romance in an rp, but the most satisfying romantic dynamics are around slow burns where it naturally develops through the characters. I like to dabble in art, so if our characters/story strikes me enough, I might sketch a scene. Probably some heart warming one.
Roane pulled up his faded tan ram pickup to The Southern Kitchen diner, tires crunching the loose gravel below. The truck was in good condition, relatively new, but was covered in dust, dirt, and its fair share of scratches through the paint. Otherwise, it was clear the vehicle had never been in a wreck, though was used for work often. The truck's engine rolled heavy before it was cut, causing the hulking vehicle to roll back an inch despite the park. Several tanned young men hopped from the back, their boots smeared with dust and dirt, light cotton flannel tops flapping on their descent. Engine quiet, the driver's side door creaked open, heavy metal hinges grinding in protest against one another. A man stepped out with sun-streaked hair, tanned skin, and dark features. His boot cut jeans hugged his hips and dust riding the leather of his western boots. A thick dark brown leather belt cut his outfit in half decorated with a large silver belt buckle engraved with a proudly stranding draft horse.
The four farm hands that came with Roane dispersed, targeting different areas of the little town. Roane himself, however, entered the little diner that his truck had stopped at. On his way to the double sided class doors, he passed a distracted man who spoke fervently into his phone. The two sidestepped each other, absent of each other's otherwise existence. As the two stepped away, they seemed to be perfect opposites. Liam crisp, cut, clean, and with a hairline streaked with silver fox and capital appeal. Roane dirty, tanned, physically robust and capable, complete with a stubborn stubble.
Stepping into the airconditioned building of the diner, Roane strode in long easy steps towards the front receiving bar, taking his hat off with a large tanned hand. The waitress distracted, taking an order from a couple sitting in a booth, Roane let his eyes wander, taking stock of his surroundings. Placing his worn hat next to him, the cowboy wiped his forehead on the sleeve of his airy cotton shirt before clasping his hands together in patience as he caught sight of a new and attractive face.
Roane openly surveyed Shayley, taking in her short and lithe stature, the way she picked her food, and the way her clothes looked like she was begging to start pouring sweat. He took in how her leg bounced with some sort of unresolved displeasure, her face turned to the window with some chagrinned expression. It was too beautiful of a day to let such a pretty lady sallow it with a frown.
Roane was more of a ‘get things done' and 'secretive guy,’ but there was something about this woman that called out to him. Reminded of horses that he sometimes rescued from the glue factory; unwanted, uncared for. Kept for a specific purpose, but once the purpose was fulfilled, their existence became too burdensome. No one really cared if they were killed, at least that's what Roane imagined these owners told themselves. The way Shaylee sat besides herself clenched Roane's heart and he felt compelled to meet this woman and help her from being boiled down… Or whatever it was his imagination told him. Picking up his hat, Roane walked over to the table where Shaylee sat.
“Howdy Miss, I’m Roane Vandrek, a local rancher here. Mind if I sit with you and take your company?”
PLOT STARTERS
A is an astronaut who specializes in a field that is needed by a new penal colony on another planet. To get there asap, A has to fly alone, but to prevent psychosis from isolation, A travels with a comprehensive B AI for companionship. At some point, they get caught in an electrical storm and it messes with B. B can now experience emotions, but isn't used to them. Eventually they make it to the penal colony. Penal colony can take a wide variety of forms as well as the planet itself.Earth has been robbed of its entire human population. The harvesting alien race just randomly found the planet and the inhabitants were adorable. As far as the aliens were concerned, with so many people speaking so many different languages, it all must've been gibberish. This could be recent or have occurred generations ago. Regardless, since then, humans have been dispersed far and wide across the galaxy, but they kept dying. So, in a conservation effort, a new and rising Human Conservation Specialist has gathered some of the rare humans together to learn how to make them thrive for all those planets wanting to own and care for a pet human.MC is on the brink of death- or rather, he died, but YC brought him back to life through federal funding and ingenuity. YC is to make an intelligent super war machine... But there's a problem, sometimes MC is a little TOO human to be just a deadly weapon.
MC is a rancher who owns 440 acres of property and two lines of draft horses: Work and show. Some of MC farm hands moved, but the town is so small that replacements can't be found. YC and their partner/fiancé comes to the town on a business trip. During a conversation, they instead stay at one of the guest houses or cabins MC has on property. YC stays busy to try and stay away from their partner as much as possible, so they offer to help MC with their ranch. As a result, they become glued to the hip as they work and explore the property. But YC and their partner hide a dark secret that MC isn't pleased to find out. Eventually, things come to a head.
A is a tinkerer who sells their fixed up or tinked-with wares for a living. One day, A came across an old and junked oil lamp. A takes the junked lamp and tries to clean it, but there's a B genie inside. B can grant 7 wishes and is otherwise tied to whoever owns the lamp until the wishes have been granted. But every time A makes a wish, B's attempts to fulfill them always mess up some how. A and B can't stand one another, so after a few wishes backfire, A keeps trying to ditch B's lamp, but B's lamp keeps reappearing in A's possession. The only way to get rid of B is through willingness to use all of their wishes.A siren was found washed up, only she looked human, and when she woke, as far as she knows, she's human, too... But she acts very odd. This doesn't stop MC from nursing her back to health and supporting her. However, she starts having strange cravings... and sometimes, she seems very, very evil.Lucifer captured YC, but she refused to bend to his will. No amount of torture worked whatsoever... so she was chained, isolated, and alone, against a cold wall in an enclosed tiny cave, held immobile in a way that bit and tore at her wings. Finally, after a few centuries... MC was tasked to break her.
King loves dominating women to the extreme. MC is mute and there's no such thing as sign language. Bodies begin turning up at the castle... even YC's best friend/relative. YC decides to come to court seeking revenge and stop the serial killer.YC runs away to escape political marriage, but she's very sheltered and doesn't know where she's going or what she's doing. She ends up finding her way into her betrothed's kingdom anyways. YC becomes embroiled in a plot that MC was sent to investigate. MC apprehends YC and takes her with him as he travels around the kingdom's outskirts. But things go horribly wrong and they end up having to survive together.Kingdom faces total destabilization, royal family and nobles are slaughtered. MC is the crowned prince and managed to escape. While fleeing, MC comes across Y/C who is apart of a hunting group. The kingdom and the neighboring kingdom fails. Lines are blurred, law and order enforcement destabilized. Orcs are suddenly a thing. Hunting band becomes 'robinhood'-esque and travel from village to village trying to help alleviate the situation.A has been helping B sneak out of the palace for years. Little do they know, B only sneaks out as an excuse to spent time with A without others prying. Eventually, B gets exposed to more life outside of the castle. At the castle however, B has to keep meeting delegates, suitors, or just socialize, and A gets to monitor.MC is on an expansionary warpath trying to reclaim ancestry land. As a key part of the campaign, spearheading and fighting in it, MC is an active participant during travel, encampment, fighting, and seizing. YC has sworn their fealty, and if YC abandons MC, they face treason... or maybe they fall in love, idkPrince kills father and reneges 20+ year old political marriage and betroths sister to a different country. YC must suddenly trek across 1k miles on horseback with a 100+ man procession, her ladies in waiting, not including the commoners and supply wagons that follow. MC is tasked with protecting yours. Epic adventure. A surprise skirmish ensues, almost everyone dies. YC and MC are in enemy lands and have to go on to get to safety. Survival elements.MC is the crown prince, while YC was a child of one of the workers. Adolescent friendships as they are, they were allowed to grow with one another until MC became older. After that, MC found ways to sneak away to play games or rascal around with YC. Eventually, even this is staunched as YC is sent away, trained for war, but YC never died, instead, she became a knight and MC was suddenly thrust into the full weight of royalty and leadership. Years later, YC returns a decorated hero to only to discover that MC is now a cold, tyrannical king.
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