Multiple Settings Looking for a rp partner!

[wolfbcy]

Hello, hello!


Once again, I’m back from some break and I’m ready to get back into roleplay once more! It’s been a bit since I explored more into roleplaying OCxOC (though I can also dabble in CCxCC or maybe even OCxCC!)


A little about me is that I'm eighteen ooc, I did my fair share in both oc and fandom roleplay, and I can write about almost anything as long as it’s legal! Also I do a lot of male muses and mostly rp mlm pairings.. but i can do sorta ANY pairings? I just got a lot of juice for mlm as a queer man!

I would also prefer it if my roleplay partner is 18+; which is pretty much my only requirement for my roleplay partner, I don’t have that many demands or preferences. Besides from talking ooc about our plot and yapping! (I’m a sucker for ooc conversation while roleplay is happening or just ooc conversations about our muses!) ++ ghost friendly!

Fandoms & Pairings (i’m interested in) :

How to Train Your Dragon
Looking for … Dagur the Deranged, ocs!
Willing to play as… any!

One Piece
Looking for… Sanji, Zoro, Usopp, any!
Willing to play as… Sanji, Ace, any!

DC
looking for… Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Beast Boy, any
Willing to play as… any!

Voltron
looking for… Keith, Lance, Matt, etc.
Willing to play as… any!

Harry Potter/Marauders Era
looking for… Regulus, James, Sirius, Remus, Draco, Harry, etc
Willing to play as… any!

Plus Other Fandoms!

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Jentry Chau Vs The Underworld


It Chapter 1 / 2 (or even the 1990s version!)


Red Dead Redemption


Naruto


Stardew Valley


Aphmau


Marvel


The Owl House


TMNT (2017/etc)


Monkiekid


Umbrella Academy


Semantic Error


Invincible


Dungeon Meshi


Avatar: the Last Airbender


Arcane


Stranger Things


The Wolf Among Us


My Hero Academia


Jurassic World


Inside Job


+ more! You just have to ask and I might just be in that fandom lol!​

Now… onto the oc themes! :

Apocalypse

Supernatural (leaning more into werewolf)

College/Modern

Pirates vs Cowboys/Royals

Arranged Marriage

Fake Dating

Hockey & Skater (orrr.. they can be both hockey players etc etc)

Roommates

And so many other themes!
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Business World (whether its a company owner against another or a worker x worker)

Band

Fantasy!!

Medieval

I actually.. totally forgot my other plot themes but I can figure out any plot when working with someone!​

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Now.. my roleplay example!

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Spoiler: RP EXAMPLE

At the top of the cathedral, a stained portrait of the lord looking down at the long lines of pews. Watching over all those who pray or beg for forgiveness. Remus didn’t really believe in God despite being a priest. He could remember the times his own mother would pray for him every night, begging the lord to help get rid of a “curse” the devil put onto him. From memory, he knew every exact word she would say in her prayer, “Dear fatherly heaven, please refute the curse thy devil has put upon my son. Please, take away any evil spirits that have remained around him. Please, father god, I’m begging you to help my son. Help him find the way to heaven, help us keep you in our hearts. Amen.” It was a nightly thing and he knew she only looked to God for help in search of a better life for him. It just never worked. Maybe, it was because he didn’t have much faith in the lord like he said he did.


His lip twitched slightly as he squinted, staring at the stained painting as he tried to figure out what he could possibly do to make God hate him so much. His back pressed against his alter, taking a moment to think back to his childhood. Just like before, it was the whole reason why he became a priest. His mother would worry about the random outburst he dealt with, when he tried to reassure himself that he was a real person and not just an illusion. It never did help, the scars on his bodies remained as a reminder. It was only later on when his father took it in his own hands to make him see a psychologist. Only then to find out he was diagnosed with a depersonalization-derealization disorder. Remus’s father did everything he could to help him feel better about it, to try and help him. His mother on the other hand did what she always thought would help, pray. Not that Remus cared enough to pay attention. He was too out of it to even realize what was happening most of the time.


That’s when his mother started taking him to the cathedral everyday, even when church wasn’t in session. She would ramble on about how.. “God will help you, moon-pie.. Don’t you worry.” and even sometimes, just sometimes, he’d felt pity for his mother. Remus decided he would try his best to focus on being more normal, even when he didn’t feel normal. He would mask any abnormal emotions he had, he would start reading the bible more often and recite some of the prayers he learned. Though he knew his father was concerned about his well-being, he didn’t say anything.


Soon after, he started researching on becoming a priest. Getting into a religious school and focusing all his academics on it. His mother would’ve wanted it this way with how committed she was to that man. Remus found it amusing that people actually believed in things like God to help them feel like a better person or help their lives. Though, with his own strengths in learning things quite easily, he became a priest pretty fast after wasting four years of his life in some religious school he put half-assed work into. He soon found out that he didn’t need to actually believe in God, he could just pretend to believe. It wasn’t like anyone could debunk his commitment to Christ himself.


So, he faked it as best as he could and that’s where he finds himself now. The only thing that could ever soothe his disorder would be the whiskey he kept in a flask that was hidden underneath his altar. It made him feel more alive than the prescribed pills he had to take every night. Letting out a small sigh, he finally stood up off the altar and made his way around it. The thought of his whiskey flask caused a sudden parched throat; scratching at his stubble that grew along his jaw to his chin, he reached underneath the altar—which was shorter than he was, screw his abnormally long legs—his hands patting absentmindedly at the hidden shelf, up until he felt the cool metal feeling against his fingers, he hooked his finger around the string and pulled it out.


“Finally,” his voice grumbled, unscrewing the cap and taking a long swing. The burn of the liquor went down his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with every gulp. Pulling away with a small grimace, it was always a bitter aftertaste, just like his life. He was about to reminisce some more until he heard a faint creak, his eyes darting up to see the front doors peaked open. His brow slowly raises as the door closes itself with a loud bang, “Who’s there?” He places his flask into his back pocket, making his way down the aisle, he calls out once more, “Show yourself!”


His calls were met with silence. Remus suddenly doubted himself for a moment, maybe he was hallucinating? It was normal if he was but then again, why would he hallucinate something as small as the door opening and closing? Then suddenly, the necklace he wore suddenly grew heated from behind. Quickly, he clasped his nape and turned around, facing a young looking man. “Oh, you scared me..” he laughed softly, his priest persona already switching on. His heart thumping heavily against his chest as his gut warns him to be cautious. “Here to pray?” He hummed out softly, shifting his pocket to hide the flask.​

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