im jess saying
(she/her)
Dream a little dream with me...
Thanks for stopping by! It's about that time where I'm desperate for creativity in my life. I'm in search of a long-term writing partner that's willing to build a plot with me. I have a few plots and fandoms below so pm me with your ideas!
ABOUT ME
My name is Jess! I'm a millennial cis gender female and I'm a l e s b i a n. I'm a Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon, Libra rising. I vibe on EST. My interests include video games, ghosts, reading, ttrpgs, critical role, d20, and renaissance festivals! I am semi-lit to advanced novella depending on what my rp partner gives me I tend to stick to modern and historical. I'm a big fan of slice of life romance tropes!
WHAT TO EXPECT FROM ME
Most Genders, Most Sexualities. I'm comfortable playing most genders in my writing. Specifically male, female, non-binary, and gender non conforming. The only sexuality I'm not comfortable with is M//.
Range. If you're not interested in any of my plots or pairings, tell me about something you're craving! I'm able to write about most things and I'm willing to explore your plots and cravings as well! Pm me! Lets talk.
A Friend. I will be very active in our ooc chat. I'm willing to be a shoulder to cry on and someone to vent to.
Original Concepts Only. I do not rp fandoms. I like creating original concepts and characters that aren’t tied down to an already written story. Please collaborate with me! Tell me your ideas! I just want to write a good story.
Reliable. If I'm vibing with you and our plot, I'm in it. I will consistently post as much as my schedule will allow. However, I am ghost friendly!
Learning Disabilities. I'm dyslexic. Sometimes I'll send my reply with silly grammar or spelling mistakes. Please don't be harsh. If you need me to clarify I will happily do so!
Samples. Linked below are a bunch of samples I have from old rps I've since retired. Please take a look and make sure our writing styles work well together!
Ghost Friendly. If you want to stop, no explanation needed! I understand completely.
WHAT I EXPECT FROM YOU
Adults Only. I am only comfortable partnering with those 21+
Collaborative Plot Building. I run into this problem soooo often on this site. Once I get into the nitty gritty of the plot, my partner falls short helping the plot along. I'm left to fill in all the blanks. It's frustrating. Please don't be afraid to take the story and run! I love collaborating!
Similar Writing Style. I really need a partner that can keep up with my writing style. I want a partner that's literate in their writing and leave quality posts. Like I mentioned above, find my writing samples below.
GENRES
Romance
Slice of life
Dystopian
Post-apocalyptic
Modern
Historical
TROPES
enemies to lovers
friends to lovers
second chance romance
forced proximity
literally any storyline with paranormal activity
age gap romance
gays in history
literally. anything. pirate.
Angst
Trauma
PLOTS
Sk8ter boy rockin' on MTV
Character A and B were sweethearts long ago. They had that type of romance that was envied amongst their friend group. Something that would last to be sure. That was until Character A chose their career over Character B. Character A left and became a pop punk sensation with their band becoming famous overnight. Character B has to face their ex everywhere they turn in their shared hometown that they never left. A mutual event brings them back to each other. Is it a second chance romance or will the reunion end in disaster?
Good luck, babe!
Character A and B were sweethearts long ago. They had that type of romance that was envied amongst their friend group. A whirlwind love that would last, to be sure. That was until they broke up, shocking the masses. Their separation leaving behind a devastating mess.
Years later, they find themselves in forced proximity and wouldn’t you know… they’re both single. Is this a chance to relight the flame that burned so intensity? Or will they allow the past to sit heavy on their hearts?
SAMPLES
Willow took a bite of the apple's reddened skin, her teeth sinking into the softness of the fruit inside. It’s juice trickled down her chin but she didn’t dare wipe it away. With her eyes closed, she focused on the taste and hummed in delight as visions of colorful ribbons danced through her mind melding into shapes and repeating patterns. The kaleidoscope frolicked behind her closed eyelids until she dared come back to reality.
As her eyes fluttered open once more, she focused on the merchant in front of her who was watching with curiosity. Most people looked at her this way, but she didn’t mind.
“This ‘outta be the most decadent apple I ever sunk my teeth into.” Her words, passionate and holding gravity.
“I can only imagine the work and dedication it took to make such a fine piece of art, Ms. Hughes.” The merchant only mentioned her name once. “And that’s exactly what it is! Art!”
Willow holds the apple up as if it’s a long lost historical artifact with rich information about civilizations passed. Something she had to keep safe and care for delicately.
“You should be proud of your labor. I’d be honored if you’d allow me to take a few more off your hands. Don’t wanna take ‘em all, now! I couldn’t withhold the other patrons from the exceptionally pleasurable experience I just had! That would be downright selfish of me.”
“Oh- well, thank you, Miss. You’re too kind, really.” The merchant stood dumbfounded as other patrons overheard Willow’s soliloquy and rushed over to purchase their share of this life altering fruit.
Willow handed off what the merchant was owed, tipped her hat, and walked away. She took another bite of the apple as she walked, smiling as her taste buds leapt at the opportunity to taste it again.
The funny thing about Willow is that she could sell a glass of water to a drowning man. The way her words sounded like poetry, the passion and depth of her feelings seeping out of her, sometimes unwillingly. She walked through life like a ray of sunshine down a darkened hallway, her heart displayed on her sleeve for the world to touch and ogle. She saw good more often than bad. A silver lining to every situation wasn’t a far reach as long as you kept your head up long enough to look for it. People always said she was fortunate, but what they didn’t know is that she was fortunate because she saw everything as a fortuitous bounty.
Whether it was a passing carriage or the English wind, her hat flew right off her head and danced on the travel pattern from the unidentified gust. She shoved the apple in her mouth and ran after it, smiling and giggling all the while. Any normal person would see this situation as an annoyance. She saw it as a game. As if her hat spring to life and wanted to start playing tag in the middle of the market.
When she finally caught up to her hat, it fluttered about the form of a dark haired woman looking over some tomatoes before it found a home at her feet. For a moment her and the other woman danced together, Willow trying to grab hold of her hat and the dark haired woman trying to get out of the way. Finally, Willow picked it up and brushed it off, setting it back on top of the head with a pat to keep it in place.
“I’m sorry if my hat gave you any trouble ma’am!” Willow said, her mouth filled with apple before she took another bite, swallowing it down hard. “Now you see, Maple always finds trouble. She gets bored so easy and starts playing games with me at the most inappropriate times. I’ll make sure I give her a stern talking to about this I promise! Oh! My hat, that is. I named her Maple after the maple tree I loved growing up. Seemed fitting! They’re the same color after all! And I know what you’re thinking ma’am, how silly that I named my hat. Well she’s an important thing to me and I thought she was deserving of a name! And Maple suited her fine. So’s Maple she became.”
Willow stuck her hand out for a shake, a twinkle shown in her eyes as she did so.
“Since you already been acquainted with Maple here, I suppose I should introduce myself. Name’s Willow Dean, ma’am!”
As her eyes fluttered open once more, she focused on the merchant in front of her who was watching with curiosity. Most people looked at her this way, but she didn’t mind.
“This ‘outta be the most decadent apple I ever sunk my teeth into.” Her words, passionate and holding gravity.
“I can only imagine the work and dedication it took to make such a fine piece of art, Ms. Hughes.” The merchant only mentioned her name once. “And that’s exactly what it is! Art!”
Willow holds the apple up as if it’s a long lost historical artifact with rich information about civilizations passed. Something she had to keep safe and care for delicately.
“You should be proud of your labor. I’d be honored if you’d allow me to take a few more off your hands. Don’t wanna take ‘em all, now! I couldn’t withhold the other patrons from the exceptionally pleasurable experience I just had! That would be downright selfish of me.”
“Oh- well, thank you, Miss. You’re too kind, really.” The merchant stood dumbfounded as other patrons overheard Willow’s soliloquy and rushed over to purchase their share of this life altering fruit.
Willow handed off what the merchant was owed, tipped her hat, and walked away. She took another bite of the apple as she walked, smiling as her taste buds leapt at the opportunity to taste it again.
The funny thing about Willow is that she could sell a glass of water to a drowning man. The way her words sounded like poetry, the passion and depth of her feelings seeping out of her, sometimes unwillingly. She walked through life like a ray of sunshine down a darkened hallway, her heart displayed on her sleeve for the world to touch and ogle. She saw good more often than bad. A silver lining to every situation wasn’t a far reach as long as you kept your head up long enough to look for it. People always said she was fortunate, but what they didn’t know is that she was fortunate because she saw everything as a fortuitous bounty.
Whether it was a passing carriage or the English wind, her hat flew right off her head and danced on the travel pattern from the unidentified gust. She shoved the apple in her mouth and ran after it, smiling and giggling all the while. Any normal person would see this situation as an annoyance. She saw it as a game. As if her hat spring to life and wanted to start playing tag in the middle of the market.
When she finally caught up to her hat, it fluttered about the form of a dark haired woman looking over some tomatoes before it found a home at her feet. For a moment her and the other woman danced together, Willow trying to grab hold of her hat and the dark haired woman trying to get out of the way. Finally, Willow picked it up and brushed it off, setting it back on top of the head with a pat to keep it in place.
“I’m sorry if my hat gave you any trouble ma’am!” Willow said, her mouth filled with apple before she took another bite, swallowing it down hard. “Now you see, Maple always finds trouble. She gets bored so easy and starts playing games with me at the most inappropriate times. I’ll make sure I give her a stern talking to about this I promise! Oh! My hat, that is. I named her Maple after the maple tree I loved growing up. Seemed fitting! They’re the same color after all! And I know what you’re thinking ma’am, how silly that I named my hat. Well she’s an important thing to me and I thought she was deserving of a name! And Maple suited her fine. So’s Maple she became.”
Willow stuck her hand out for a shake, a twinkle shown in her eyes as she did so.
“Since you already been acquainted with Maple here, I suppose I should introduce myself. Name’s Willow Dean, ma’am!”
Time was ticking. There was exactly five minutes and thirty-one seconds to get to her apartment and turn on the radio. Ash was thrown a surprise-going-away party by her office mates. It was a nice gesture, but she's been through so many different offices over the last two years. Every beige, cubical lined office seemed to blend together and after a while. This office will become a blur of fake smiles and firm handshakes... just like the rest. In a week she'll move on to her "next big adventure," as her agency calls it. But to Ash, it's just another cement prison waiting to hold her captive.
"27th Street."
The train announcement silenced her grim thoughts. Gently, she rotates her wrist as to not disturb the box of cubical decorations and personal items balancing on her lap. Her watch indicates there are only four minutes and twenty-eight seconds until her show starts. At this point she starts to get nervous she wont make it. Anxiously, Ash clicks her heels together and watches the racing lights inside the tunnel as they pass by, counting them, as if she has the number memorized until the next station.
Ash is aware of the absurdity of racing home to turn on a radio station. It's unheard of to listen to, or watch, anything live this day in age. She can't exactly remember how she found this radio station show but she quickly fell in love with the soothing sounds of Evelyn Park and the advice she gives her listeners. When You Come Home has become the only constant in her life. There is nothing better then making herself a cup of coffee, snuggling up with her cat, and listening to advice given by a girl in her mid twenties, as if she might solve all of Ash's problems. Who needs actual therapy when you have a radio!
"28th Street.Quickly, Ash lunges out the train doors, up the stairs, and onto the busy and bustling street of the city. "Excuse me." She repeats as she shoves past anyone in her way. In record time, she reaches her building and climbs the five flights of stairs up to her apartment door. With a crash landing she smashes the box down on the table and turns the radio to the correct station, just in time. Ash takes a deep breath of relief, gives her cat a scratch behind the ear, and starts a pot of coffee as she recites the intro along with Evelyn.
If this was any other episode she wouldn't mind missing a few minutes, but this week she sent in a letter of her own. The letter reads, "I'm stuck in a dead end job that's sucking the life out of me while my true passion sits in the corner gathering dust. I'm terrified this is going to be forever. What should I do? I'm lost, Evelyn Park." With a cup of coffee in hand and a cat in her lap, she sits at her kitchen table and listens intently hoping her letter gets chosen this week.
"Cap'n."
He awoke with a start to the voice entering the room. Peeling a map off his forehead, he looked around the room confused as to what time of the day it was and how he ended up in his captains quarters in the first place. Had he fallen asleep? How long had he been out? Sebastian rubbed the sleep from his eyes trying to remember what he was doing before he had fallen asleep. He perked up in his chair as the days events swiftly entered his mind. The chalice! That's right! He sent his crew on a mission to find the chalice. The chalice that had haunted him for years. His endless search was about to come to an end. Him. His crew. They were finally at the final stages of their quest.
Sebastian cleared his throat and directed his attention to the small, dirty, scraggly looking man standing in front of him, noticing his sheepish approach. Not a very good sign. "Well?" He asked simply, and held out his hand expecting the cup to be handed over.
"Cap'n... er... there was a bit of a problem." At these words, Sebastian stood from his chair, walking over to the man that was almost visibly getting shorter. "Y-ya see," He went on trying not to look directly into his captains eyes. "Ya see, sir, we couldn't find it... sir."
"Couldn't find it!?" Sebastian screamed, anger starting to boil in his body. "I gave you specific instructions! They were fool proof!"
"Yes sir, and we followed 'em perfect, we did... but the cup wasn't there, sir." The man said, looking down at his shoes. Sebastian cursed under his breath and walked back over to his desk, standing still for a moment, lost in his thoughts. How could the chalice be gone? The royal family must have been tipped off by someone and moved it somewhere safe. Now what? What were they to do? He was taken out of his deep thoughts when the man started talking again. "But sir, we have somethin' else for ye." His crew member said, a small smirk forming on his face. "We captured the Duke's daughter. She's here on the ship. We can use her as leverage."
Sebastian turned back to the short, scraggly man towering over him and trying to decide if this was a smart move or not. On one hand, he was going to have to deal with the Royal army in the near future. They were sure to come after their beloved captured daughter. On the other hand, he'd heard rumors about the beauty of the Duke's daughter. It might be nice to have something sweet to look at for a time. Sebastian sighed and decided it was probably his last hope to acquire the chalice at this point. "Fine." He said, seemingly unphased by the information that was brought to his attention. "Bring her to me."
. . .
Sitting in his captain quarters with is chair turned to the wall, he heard a few of his crew members enter the room with a protesting young woman. He played with his hat in his hands until he heard the group settle behind him. A smirk formed on his face as he put his hat on and got up from the chair, approaching his crew members and the young lady. At first glance, it seemed to be that the rumors were true. The young woman was absolutely gorgeous. Sebastian was even comfortable saying she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. This didn't phase him one bit, though. Slowly, he walked forward and approached the dark haired young royal dressed in deep blue that was restrained by his crew members. The smirk never left his face. He looked her up and down, memorizing her body and biting his lip.
"Hello, beautiful." He said simply, flashing a handsome smile.
He awoke with a start to the voice entering the room. Peeling a map off his forehead, he looked around the room confused as to what time of the day it was and how he ended up in his captains quarters in the first place. Had he fallen asleep? How long had he been out? Sebastian rubbed the sleep from his eyes trying to remember what he was doing before he had fallen asleep. He perked up in his chair as the days events swiftly entered his mind. The chalice! That's right! He sent his crew on a mission to find the chalice. The chalice that had haunted him for years. His endless search was about to come to an end. Him. His crew. They were finally at the final stages of their quest.
Sebastian cleared his throat and directed his attention to the small, dirty, scraggly looking man standing in front of him, noticing his sheepish approach. Not a very good sign. "Well?" He asked simply, and held out his hand expecting the cup to be handed over.
"Cap'n... er... there was a bit of a problem." At these words, Sebastian stood from his chair, walking over to the man that was almost visibly getting shorter. "Y-ya see," He went on trying not to look directly into his captains eyes. "Ya see, sir, we couldn't find it... sir."
"Couldn't find it!?" Sebastian screamed, anger starting to boil in his body. "I gave you specific instructions! They were fool proof!"
"Yes sir, and we followed 'em perfect, we did... but the cup wasn't there, sir." The man said, looking down at his shoes. Sebastian cursed under his breath and walked back over to his desk, standing still for a moment, lost in his thoughts. How could the chalice be gone? The royal family must have been tipped off by someone and moved it somewhere safe. Now what? What were they to do? He was taken out of his deep thoughts when the man started talking again. "But sir, we have somethin' else for ye." His crew member said, a small smirk forming on his face. "We captured the Duke's daughter. She's here on the ship. We can use her as leverage."
Sebastian turned back to the short, scraggly man towering over him and trying to decide if this was a smart move or not. On one hand, he was going to have to deal with the Royal army in the near future. They were sure to come after their beloved captured daughter. On the other hand, he'd heard rumors about the beauty of the Duke's daughter. It might be nice to have something sweet to look at for a time. Sebastian sighed and decided it was probably his last hope to acquire the chalice at this point. "Fine." He said, seemingly unphased by the information that was brought to his attention. "Bring her to me."
. . .
Sitting in his captain quarters with is chair turned to the wall, he heard a few of his crew members enter the room with a protesting young woman. He played with his hat in his hands until he heard the group settle behind him. A smirk formed on his face as he put his hat on and got up from the chair, approaching his crew members and the young lady. At first glance, it seemed to be that the rumors were true. The young woman was absolutely gorgeous. Sebastian was even comfortable saying she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. This didn't phase him one bit, though. Slowly, he walked forward and approached the dark haired young royal dressed in deep blue that was restrained by his crew members. The smirk never left his face. He looked her up and down, memorizing her body and biting his lip.
"Hello, beautiful." He said simply, flashing a handsome smile.
The sun’s setting rays cast through the windows of the lab. Everyone left at their normal end of shift time, but Dotty hung back. She explained that she wanted extra time with the prototype. Their final showing was next week and she had to make sure the hardware was perfect. Everyone was understanding. No one asked questions. She said goodbye to the team, ignoring their concerned looks.
It manifested as little whispers at first. Something Dotty brushed off as electric buzzing within the lab. Eventually the whispers became louder. Clear and concise words speaking to her. Always sounds of pain. Dotty started to become concerned that it was infected with a Glitch, but when the antivirus was scanned nothing came up. Desperately she explained to the others in the lab that these voices were continuing but no one believed her.
A few weeks passed with the voices getting louder, more persistent. “Don’t let them take me,” the voices begged. Their fear of being mass manufactured caused them so much anguish.
The plan was to stay behind to do tests on her own. No one would believe her? Fine. She’d find proof. Even if it took her all weekend. They can’t show this tech with an evident Glitch, and Dotty was determined for a resolution.
She had 48 hours to complete this mission before Monday morning arrived and they all filed back into the lab to start another work week. It was enough time to troubleshoot the hardware and attempt to look over the software with what little knowledge Vonn had taught her.
The mission was going well at first. She felt like she was making solid progress. She was able to ignore the voices and go on with her work, desperate to come up with a reason or solution.
But the voices just kept getting louder. Gnawing on her subconscious. She wasn’t able to suppress it any longer. It had completely overtaken her mind and she couldn’t take the pleading any longer. They were in pain. They were scared. The voices were persistent. Begging. Defining. Ear piercing. Painful.
So painful.
Dotty couldn’t take it anymore. They were inside her now. Infecting her. The voices needed to be released from her body. Dotty reverted to using a saw to slice her head open with the intent of freeing the voices. No such relief came. She clawed at her skin, screaming and thrashing. Blood spilling and leaving puddles behind.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
“I need you.” They spoke to her. “Save me. Take me away from the evil. We can be so powerful together.”
Dotty had no choice but to obey. Carefully she picked up the prototype and attached it at the base of her neck, the sensors penetrating to the nerves in her spine. The immediate rush of power intoxicated her. The safe keeping of the prototype, well underway.
They will be so powerful together.
“You’re safe now.” Dotty said, the voices and pain easing by the second.
She had ascended. Changed. Become more. Become better.
They were one now.
It manifested as little whispers at first. Something Dotty brushed off as electric buzzing within the lab. Eventually the whispers became louder. Clear and concise words speaking to her. Always sounds of pain. Dotty started to become concerned that it was infected with a Glitch, but when the antivirus was scanned nothing came up. Desperately she explained to the others in the lab that these voices were continuing but no one believed her.
A few weeks passed with the voices getting louder, more persistent. “Don’t let them take me,” the voices begged. Their fear of being mass manufactured caused them so much anguish.
The plan was to stay behind to do tests on her own. No one would believe her? Fine. She’d find proof. Even if it took her all weekend. They can’t show this tech with an evident Glitch, and Dotty was determined for a resolution.
She had 48 hours to complete this mission before Monday morning arrived and they all filed back into the lab to start another work week. It was enough time to troubleshoot the hardware and attempt to look over the software with what little knowledge Vonn had taught her.
The mission was going well at first. She felt like she was making solid progress. She was able to ignore the voices and go on with her work, desperate to come up with a reason or solution.
But the voices just kept getting louder. Gnawing on her subconscious. She wasn’t able to suppress it any longer. It had completely overtaken her mind and she couldn’t take the pleading any longer. They were in pain. They were scared. The voices were persistent. Begging. Defining. Ear piercing. Painful.
So painful.
Dotty couldn’t take it anymore. They were inside her now. Infecting her. The voices needed to be released from her body. Dotty reverted to using a saw to slice her head open with the intent of freeing the voices. No such relief came. She clawed at her skin, screaming and thrashing. Blood spilling and leaving puddles behind.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
“I need you.” They spoke to her. “Save me. Take me away from the evil. We can be so powerful together.”
Dotty had no choice but to obey. Carefully she picked up the prototype and attached it at the base of her neck, the sensors penetrating to the nerves in her spine. The immediate rush of power intoxicated her. The safe keeping of the prototype, well underway.
They will be so powerful together.
“You’re safe now.” Dotty said, the voices and pain easing by the second.
She had ascended. Changed. Become more. Become better.
They were one now.
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