daethel
One Time Luck
Hi, hello, lovely people! 
My name is Alex (feel free to call me Daethel if you want, it’s a nickname I’ve been using for years on the internet), I’m 23 and from the GMT +2 timezone! (Central Europe)(I don’t discriminate, feel free to message me even if the time difference between us is enormous. I like to make friends all over the world!)
I’m looking for new people to write with, long-term, multi-para, literate to novella roleplay. I really want someone who knows how to use English, someone who loves to write and to indulge themselves in the characters and the world we can build together. I really, really want to write with someone who is excited about the stories they write, about the world the characters live in—I love, love, even need for the story to make sense and I love to plan the big moments of it; though surprises are so much fun too!
I won’t write with minors, so be 18 or over.
What I can offer:
- MxM roleplay.
- Long, detailed, thought-through replies. I usually write around 500–1000 words, could be more or less depending on the situation. Sometimes it can be only two paragraphs, sometimes seven or ten or even more.
- Very good grammar. I want the same thing from you though. (I wouldn’t call my use of English perfect, tenses are still hard for me to wrap my head around, but I'm trying. I’ve been writing in English for maybe two or three years, but I feel like it could be worse haha.) I strongly prefer people who know how to separate their paragraphs, don’t use ‘they’ instead of ‘their’ by mistake and things similar to this; English may not be my first language but I don’t want to get a headache while trying to decipher someone else’s words. Also, I'm a sucker for details, I don't personally like the replies being only about what the characters are saying—what they are feeling and seeing is just... ah, such good food. Give me all of it.
- I love to talk OOC! Be it about the characters or us; I’m always on a lookout for new friends and perhaps we’d find that we have more in common than just roleplaying! I’m also that kind of a roleplayer that hears a song that fits our characters and sends it to you; I love to talk about the plot, characters, headcanons, variable possibilities, little snippets of their interactions that might never happen but feel applicable for them. I also love making playlists, moodboards, doodling the characters. I would love to write with someone who gets similarly enthusiastic about the story that they write.
- I write in 3rd person, past or present tense.
- I would prefer to write on Discord (it’s great to be able to make different server channels for ooc chat, roleplay, music,… you get me), but I'm okay with writing here.
- Angst, Hurt/Comfort, DeadDove, all of this jazz. I don't get triggered by almost anything and I tend to traumatize my characters (because that's just who I am).
Roleplay, original characters:
To be fair, I’m not craving a specific story idea at the moment; just generally looking for more people to write with. There are certain tropes that will always get me going though;
- fantasy (high, modern, medieval,… yes.) Give me all the elves and faes and knights in shining armor. (LoTR, Skyrim, DA, Witcher, DnD inspired—or something entirely our own) !!
- something to do with vampires. What exactly I do not know, but I am truly a sucker for those blood-obsessed little freaks)
- something LoTR-esque (it’s been my hyperfixation for over a decade now.)
- forbidden love
- cowboys/western settings
- something dark and twisted—kidnapping/Stockholm or Lima syndrome (or both)/forced relationship/forced pregnancy/abuse/that kind of stuff/toxic relationship in general
- xianxia/wuxia/danmei inspired stories !!
- generally stories with imbalances/differences
Roleplay, fandoms:
- Genshin Impact (Zhongxiao, DainKae, Haikaveh are probably my favorite ships, could be persuaded into something else)
- Lord of the Rings (angbang are my favorite ship, would do anything though, original characters as well)
- DnD—I’m unsure if I should’ve included it in a ‘fandom’ paragraph, but anything generally DnD-esque will pique my interest
-> which also means Baldur’s Gate 3.
- Final Fantasy 7 — it’s been a huge hyperfixation of mine as of lately and I would love to write anything with the canon characters (Zakkura and Sefikura ships preffered, though Sephiroth and Vincent are also a very good combo… Eh, I’m up for anything, really.)
- Wuthering Waves (I have spent so, so, so much time playing it lately and I love it a lot.)
Including a writing sample (I would love to see one from you as well, to make sure that our writing styles mesh nicely):
TW: ED, mentions of bruising by someone else's hand, slavery of sorts (7.12.23')
If anything piqued your interest, it'd be lovely to hear from you!
Please, feel free to message me privately and we can talk!!
My name is Alex (feel free to call me Daethel if you want, it’s a nickname I’ve been using for years on the internet), I’m 23 and from the GMT +2 timezone! (Central Europe)(I don’t discriminate, feel free to message me even if the time difference between us is enormous. I like to make friends all over the world!)
I’m looking for new people to write with, long-term, multi-para, literate to novella roleplay. I really want someone who knows how to use English, someone who loves to write and to indulge themselves in the characters and the world we can build together. I really, really want to write with someone who is excited about the stories they write, about the world the characters live in—I love, love, even need for the story to make sense and I love to plan the big moments of it; though surprises are so much fun too!
I won’t write with minors, so be 18 or over.
What I can offer:
- MxM roleplay.
- Long, detailed, thought-through replies. I usually write around 500–1000 words, could be more or less depending on the situation. Sometimes it can be only two paragraphs, sometimes seven or ten or even more.
- Very good grammar. I want the same thing from you though. (I wouldn’t call my use of English perfect, tenses are still hard for me to wrap my head around, but I'm trying. I’ve been writing in English for maybe two or three years, but I feel like it could be worse haha.) I strongly prefer people who know how to separate their paragraphs, don’t use ‘they’ instead of ‘their’ by mistake and things similar to this; English may not be my first language but I don’t want to get a headache while trying to decipher someone else’s words. Also, I'm a sucker for details, I don't personally like the replies being only about what the characters are saying—what they are feeling and seeing is just... ah, such good food. Give me all of it.
- I love to talk OOC! Be it about the characters or us; I’m always on a lookout for new friends and perhaps we’d find that we have more in common than just roleplaying! I’m also that kind of a roleplayer that hears a song that fits our characters and sends it to you; I love to talk about the plot, characters, headcanons, variable possibilities, little snippets of their interactions that might never happen but feel applicable for them. I also love making playlists, moodboards, doodling the characters. I would love to write with someone who gets similarly enthusiastic about the story that they write.
- I write in 3rd person, past or present tense.
- I would prefer to write on Discord (it’s great to be able to make different server channels for ooc chat, roleplay, music,… you get me), but I'm okay with writing here.
- Angst, Hurt/Comfort, DeadDove, all of this jazz. I don't get triggered by almost anything and I tend to traumatize my characters (because that's just who I am).
Roleplay, original characters:
To be fair, I’m not craving a specific story idea at the moment; just generally looking for more people to write with. There are certain tropes that will always get me going though;
- fantasy (high, modern, medieval,… yes.) Give me all the elves and faes and knights in shining armor. (LoTR, Skyrim, DA, Witcher, DnD inspired—or something entirely our own) !!
- something to do with vampires. What exactly I do not know, but I am truly a sucker for those blood-obsessed little freaks)
- something LoTR-esque (it’s been my hyperfixation for over a decade now.)
- forbidden love
- cowboys/western settings
- something dark and twisted—kidnapping/Stockholm or Lima syndrome (or both)/forced relationship/forced pregnancy/abuse/that kind of stuff/toxic relationship in general
- xianxia/wuxia/danmei inspired stories !!
- generally stories with imbalances/differences
Roleplay, fandoms:
- Genshin Impact (Zhongxiao, DainKae, Haikaveh are probably my favorite ships, could be persuaded into something else)
- Lord of the Rings (angbang are my favorite ship, would do anything though, original characters as well)
- DnD—I’m unsure if I should’ve included it in a ‘fandom’ paragraph, but anything generally DnD-esque will pique my interest
-> which also means Baldur’s Gate 3.
- Final Fantasy 7 — it’s been a huge hyperfixation of mine as of lately and I would love to write anything with the canon characters (Zakkura and Sefikura ships preffered, though Sephiroth and Vincent are also a very good combo… Eh, I’m up for anything, really.)
- Wuthering Waves (I have spent so, so, so much time playing it lately and I love it a lot.)
Including a writing sample (I would love to see one from you as well, to make sure that our writing styles mesh nicely):
TW: ED, mentions of bruising by someone else's hand, slavery of sorts (7.12.23')
Wuming did just as he was asked; he straightened, his hair framing his pale face—it was long, much longer now that it was neat and tidy, unlike yesterday, when the Emperor tugged on it and messied it up. The teal color of some of the hair strands was down to his waist and Wuming, with one learned movement, threw all of it back over his shoulders, making sure it wouldn’t get in the way of their breakfast.
He wished he could just put it up in a hairdo; but he had none of his things here (no one had expected him to stay the night), and he didn’t want to ask unnecessary questions. No one cares that his hair was a hindrance for him—he didn’t mind his hair long, no, but without being properly able to take care of it as one should… it was terribly annoying. Nonetheless, he sat down onto the cushion opposite the dragonlord and looked down at the cup. He tried not to look at the hands of the Emperor; the hands that gave him bruises yesterday and yet, today, they looked almost gentle.
He reached out for the cup with his own hands, the robes slipping down his arms—exposing his delicate wrists, now purplish black. He didn’t comment on it, not a single muscle in his face twitched; he simply drank a bit from the cup before putting it back down onto the table. ’Delicious’, he thought for himself. ’Much better than the tea that we get.’
“I’m okay. Slept much better than… than I would normally. Thank you,” Wuming nodded (not thinking about the fact that normally he’d sleep on the floor, huddled with other slaves), keeping his eyes mostly down, either on the table or the Emperor’s torso, as if trying to memorize the gorgeous fabric. It felt uncouth to look into the face of the Emperor; as if he were to get thrown to the wolves for doing so.
His fate probably wouldn’t be such—but Wuming was not one to tempt it.
Wuming blinked a few times, not expecting the question (it was the only visible physical reaction so far). “I—... no, I’m alright, my Lord. Do not worry yourself with my well-being. In fact, I think I can leave today, after breakfast. Go back to my… freedom.” The last word he said with clear distaste in an otherwise emotionally detached answer.
First when he learned that he was going to be sent to the Emperor as a sacrificial bride for the night, he hoped that his Masters might give him the freedom that he sought after so much—but then he learned what happened to all the other ones before him.
They simply became more desired.
Everyone wanted a piece of the meat that the Emperor once used.
He was never going to be free.
Never.
He felt the anger, the ire bubbling inside of him; but he didn’t let it show on his face. He was not going to go and yell at the Emperor for ruining the rest of his life. He did not choose him, his Masters did.
No, he was going to eat his soup, drink his tea and then go back to the whorehouse.
He picked up the spoon, his hand trembling slightly; and as he stirred it, he finally looked up at the Emperor sitting across him, taking in the face of the man that he would forever curse. Unfortunately, as Wuming knew from before, it was a gorgeous face. Chiseled to perfection with a soft smile and gentle eyes. Wuming only looked at him for a second before looking back down.
It was enough time to remember it.
“I must apologize, my Lord, for I will not eat the duck. We do not get to eat meat back at the… back at the house and I’m afraid I might feel sick after,” he said, finally eating a spoonful of the soup. That was just half of the truth; the other half was that their Masters made sure that all of the pleasure slaves knew that they had to stay lean. They were forbidden from eating meat because it was too fatty; and Wuming could not bear the idea of gaining weight, for he would get punished after.
And he’d be undesirable. Impossible to sell. Good-for-nothing.
Ugly.
Even eating the whole bowl of soup seemed like an enormous procedure; it seemed like it was so much food. ’Eat just this’, he told himself, scooping up another portion, ’you simply won’t eat for the rest of the day.’
He wished he could just put it up in a hairdo; but he had none of his things here (no one had expected him to stay the night), and he didn’t want to ask unnecessary questions. No one cares that his hair was a hindrance for him—he didn’t mind his hair long, no, but without being properly able to take care of it as one should… it was terribly annoying. Nonetheless, he sat down onto the cushion opposite the dragonlord and looked down at the cup. He tried not to look at the hands of the Emperor; the hands that gave him bruises yesterday and yet, today, they looked almost gentle.
He reached out for the cup with his own hands, the robes slipping down his arms—exposing his delicate wrists, now purplish black. He didn’t comment on it, not a single muscle in his face twitched; he simply drank a bit from the cup before putting it back down onto the table. ’Delicious’, he thought for himself. ’Much better than the tea that we get.’
“I’m okay. Slept much better than… than I would normally. Thank you,” Wuming nodded (not thinking about the fact that normally he’d sleep on the floor, huddled with other slaves), keeping his eyes mostly down, either on the table or the Emperor’s torso, as if trying to memorize the gorgeous fabric. It felt uncouth to look into the face of the Emperor; as if he were to get thrown to the wolves for doing so.
His fate probably wouldn’t be such—but Wuming was not one to tempt it.
Wuming blinked a few times, not expecting the question (it was the only visible physical reaction so far). “I—... no, I’m alright, my Lord. Do not worry yourself with my well-being. In fact, I think I can leave today, after breakfast. Go back to my… freedom.” The last word he said with clear distaste in an otherwise emotionally detached answer.
First when he learned that he was going to be sent to the Emperor as a sacrificial bride for the night, he hoped that his Masters might give him the freedom that he sought after so much—but then he learned what happened to all the other ones before him.
They simply became more desired.
Everyone wanted a piece of the meat that the Emperor once used.
He was never going to be free.
Never.
He felt the anger, the ire bubbling inside of him; but he didn’t let it show on his face. He was not going to go and yell at the Emperor for ruining the rest of his life. He did not choose him, his Masters did.
No, he was going to eat his soup, drink his tea and then go back to the whorehouse.
He picked up the spoon, his hand trembling slightly; and as he stirred it, he finally looked up at the Emperor sitting across him, taking in the face of the man that he would forever curse. Unfortunately, as Wuming knew from before, it was a gorgeous face. Chiseled to perfection with a soft smile and gentle eyes. Wuming only looked at him for a second before looking back down.
It was enough time to remember it.
“I must apologize, my Lord, for I will not eat the duck. We do not get to eat meat back at the… back at the house and I’m afraid I might feel sick after,” he said, finally eating a spoonful of the soup. That was just half of the truth; the other half was that their Masters made sure that all of the pleasure slaves knew that they had to stay lean. They were forbidden from eating meat because it was too fatty; and Wuming could not bear the idea of gaining weight, for he would get punished after.
And he’d be undesirable. Impossible to sell. Good-for-nothing.
Ugly.
Even eating the whole bowl of soup seemed like an enormous procedure; it seemed like it was so much food. ’Eat just this’, he told himself, scooping up another portion, ’you simply won’t eat for the rest of the day.’
If anything piqued your interest, it'd be lovely to hear from you!
Please, feel free to message me privately and we can talk!!
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