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Nightwing Appreciator
Hello there!
I'm Alice, a writer from the UK. I used to write professionally but now do it as a hobby whilst I work from home. This prompt is exclusively for MxM pairings. If I were to define my style it'd be Novella, writing only in the third person and past tense. Response rates I'm very flexible around, and I'm okay with pokes to post and such. Very big ooc chatter, I love to get to know all my partners way too much and try to form a friendship together beyond just writing posts to one another. Given I'm a girl IRL your gender doesn't matter to me, you can be a guy, girl or NB as long as you're writing a male character - But I do require all my partners to be over 18 and preferably 21 or over as I'm 23 myself. Romance is a core theme of all my RPs so respond knowing that's what I'm interested in.
I write a collection of Fandoms, and rather than looking for pairings I just state the characters that I write and will bring to the table - I am happy for you to propose another Canon or an OC of your own:
A few original prompts I am interested in at this time:
I'm Alice, a writer from the UK. I used to write professionally but now do it as a hobby whilst I work from home. This prompt is exclusively for MxM pairings. If I were to define my style it'd be Novella, writing only in the third person and past tense. Response rates I'm very flexible around, and I'm okay with pokes to post and such. Very big ooc chatter, I love to get to know all my partners way too much and try to form a friendship together beyond just writing posts to one another. Given I'm a girl IRL your gender doesn't matter to me, you can be a guy, girl or NB as long as you're writing a male character - But I do require all my partners to be over 18 and preferably 21 or over as I'm 23 myself. Romance is a core theme of all my RPs so respond knowing that's what I'm interested in.
I write a collection of Fandoms, and rather than looking for pairings I just state the characters that I write and will bring to the table - I am happy for you to propose another Canon or an OC of your own:
- DC - Richard Grayson. (Major Craving)
- World of Warcraft - Anduin Wrynn.
- Marvel - Peter Parker.
- League of Legends - Ezreal. (Major Craving)
- Honkai Star Rail - Caelus or Aventurine.
- Genshin - Kaveh or Aether.
- Final Fantasy - Cloud Strife or Various FF14 Male Characters.
- Arcane - Jayce.
A few original prompts I am interested in at this time:
- A renowned hero (MC) crash lands on an Alien planet (YC, complete freedom on the Alien).
- A down on his luck dancer (MC) lives with (YC, complete creative freedom) in a bustling Fantasy City.
- A Prince (MC) is displaced and lost after a great battle, in the forest he meets a Naga (YC, also open to other fantasy monstery ideas).
- A fledgling vigilante (MC) meets his nemesis (YC).
- A Struggling Prince (MC) is reunited with an old friend (YC).
There was something captivatingly charming about the words Wrathion uttered, pushing Anduin's believed understanding of their dynamic to the edges of what he had considered. A Dragon having a King scarcely leave his sight was quite the proclamation, obviously honeyed words but their meaning was rich when they settled into the tapestry of their relationship. The blonde's thoughts ventured between the polite; a King and a Dragon ruling over the Alliance and unified Horde as a united Azeorth, to the less clean. He lingered longer on the unclean than a Priest should, at least in Anduin's very Stormwind-oriented perception of what was appropriate. If only it was in Wrathion's power that they may remain bound as such, for Anduin found the burden of King much lighter knowing someone of Wrathion's magnitude stood at his side.
Like he seemingly always found himself doing, Anduin hung on Wrathion's every word as the Black Prince obliged him on his request. They were most certainly talking about far loftier things than they should've been, absent from the conversation was the time lost between Pandarian and now, but Anduin could only look forward and strive for the future which existed without N'Zoth seeking to plant string after string into his mind. The Dragon Isles immediately grabbed at Anduin for arguably all the wrong reasons, an Alliance King should immediately look to such a thing as an opportunity for the *Alliance* yet all Anduin could muster were idle dreaming of walking the Isles as Wrathion's friend. It was safe to assume the invocation of Sylvanas quickly let all such dreams die a dead just like she would desire.
Sylvanas was a problem for Azeroth, but increasingly so for Anduin. With the loss of the Horde's support and his intervention in such a thing he had received growing reports and whispered gossip that the small number of Sylvanas loyalists were retreating from the Horde to unknown locations - Such a thing would not be troubling if it wasn't for various unusual happenings amongst the underbelly of Stormwind. It was all abstract, but Wrathion's own interest in Sylvanas due to her interest in him was double edge blade pressing into him. Alas it could never be simple, they could never muse in delight at a future in the Dragon Isles when Sylvanas and N'Zoth were two violently prominent issues.
Before Anduin could stew too deeply in the matter of Sylvanas, Wrathion's assault into his personal space, unearthed quite the feeling. His breath was mint, yet his thoughts and feelings were a burning fire. Wrathion had become a keen member of the League of Explorers since Pandaria, for his actions delved into the mines that were Anduin's inner most feelings and presented forth the buried artifact of his crush on Wrathion. Pressed into dirt and stone after the Trial, further lost to the passing of his father, the Black Prince had managed a feat that would make the likes of Brann Bronzebeard cheer in excitement. Wrathion had successful bought the crush Anduin had for him back to life. The laugh Wrathion punctuating the tool used for such a matter should've burst any such bubble, yet it was so quintessentially Wrathion that Anduin struggled not to present further precious ores.
How could such feelings unearth themselves from such a silly thing? Or was it the entire combination of what ailed him? Wrathion had no need suggesting a desire to rid Sylvanas from his tail, yet he suggested it all the same. He was a Black Dragon whose duty far exceeded nursing a faltering Human King, yet Anduin felt he stood at his side in true concern. Wrathion was like a sickness, a sweet sickness that had infected Anduin and burnt away all such bodily defences.
Wordlessly Anduin gripped the hand offered to him, allowing it to pull him to standing. A pretty pink flushed hue sat all over his cheeks, for a Holy Priest could never hide such inner feelings.
"It would seem you have thought much about the future, and a future in which our paths remain intertwined," Anduin replied like it was an astute observation, and not a deflection of his feelings. "I would readily join you in the Dragon Isles, if you would ever have me." He evaded mention of Sylvanas, whilst a party of their efforts would be quite the occassion he desired not to blacken the sweet pinks that bloomed in his thoughts about such an excursion to lands unknown. Oh how he desired for his heart to sing, yet the Alliance King still had a small sum of self control.
Like he seemingly always found himself doing, Anduin hung on Wrathion's every word as the Black Prince obliged him on his request. They were most certainly talking about far loftier things than they should've been, absent from the conversation was the time lost between Pandarian and now, but Anduin could only look forward and strive for the future which existed without N'Zoth seeking to plant string after string into his mind. The Dragon Isles immediately grabbed at Anduin for arguably all the wrong reasons, an Alliance King should immediately look to such a thing as an opportunity for the *Alliance* yet all Anduin could muster were idle dreaming of walking the Isles as Wrathion's friend. It was safe to assume the invocation of Sylvanas quickly let all such dreams die a dead just like she would desire.
Sylvanas was a problem for Azeroth, but increasingly so for Anduin. With the loss of the Horde's support and his intervention in such a thing he had received growing reports and whispered gossip that the small number of Sylvanas loyalists were retreating from the Horde to unknown locations - Such a thing would not be troubling if it wasn't for various unusual happenings amongst the underbelly of Stormwind. It was all abstract, but Wrathion's own interest in Sylvanas due to her interest in him was double edge blade pressing into him. Alas it could never be simple, they could never muse in delight at a future in the Dragon Isles when Sylvanas and N'Zoth were two violently prominent issues.
Before Anduin could stew too deeply in the matter of Sylvanas, Wrathion's assault into his personal space, unearthed quite the feeling. His breath was mint, yet his thoughts and feelings were a burning fire. Wrathion had become a keen member of the League of Explorers since Pandaria, for his actions delved into the mines that were Anduin's inner most feelings and presented forth the buried artifact of his crush on Wrathion. Pressed into dirt and stone after the Trial, further lost to the passing of his father, the Black Prince had managed a feat that would make the likes of Brann Bronzebeard cheer in excitement. Wrathion had successful bought the crush Anduin had for him back to life. The laugh Wrathion punctuating the tool used for such a matter should've burst any such bubble, yet it was so quintessentially Wrathion that Anduin struggled not to present further precious ores.
How could such feelings unearth themselves from such a silly thing? Or was it the entire combination of what ailed him? Wrathion had no need suggesting a desire to rid Sylvanas from his tail, yet he suggested it all the same. He was a Black Dragon whose duty far exceeded nursing a faltering Human King, yet Anduin felt he stood at his side in true concern. Wrathion was like a sickness, a sweet sickness that had infected Anduin and burnt away all such bodily defences.
Wordlessly Anduin gripped the hand offered to him, allowing it to pull him to standing. A pretty pink flushed hue sat all over his cheeks, for a Holy Priest could never hide such inner feelings.
"It would seem you have thought much about the future, and a future in which our paths remain intertwined," Anduin replied like it was an astute observation, and not a deflection of his feelings. "I would readily join you in the Dragon Isles, if you would ever have me." He evaded mention of Sylvanas, whilst a party of their efforts would be quite the occassion he desired not to blacken the sweet pinks that bloomed in his thoughts about such an excursion to lands unknown. Oh how he desired for his heart to sing, yet the Alliance King still had a small sum of self control.
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