CactusWren
Gruntiest of the Grunts!
-Please send me a snippet of your roleplaying style. I’d like to see if we’re compatible. I’ll include my roleplaying style so that you could scope out whether you like mine or not.
-I’d also really appreciate it if you could help me plan out the roleplay; I really really love discussing our characters and potential plots/subplots in OOC.
-I don’t mean to be weird, but I don’t roleplay with anyone who is not over 18. I do not roleplay smut, but it’s just... really weird, you know? I don’t like the idea that I’m possibly roleplaying romance between two characters with a kid.
-I use my own art as face claims for my characters.
-I don’t play other people’s characters, just my own.
-Please send me a
if you read this 
-I’d also really appreciate it if you could help me plan out the roleplay; I really really love discussing our characters and potential plots/subplots in OOC.
-I don’t mean to be weird, but I don’t roleplay with anyone who is not over 18. I do not roleplay smut, but it’s just... really weird, you know? I don’t like the idea that I’m possibly roleplaying romance between two characters with a kid.
-I use my own art as face claims for my characters.
-I don’t play other people’s characters, just my own.
-Please send me a
if you read this The streets glistened attractively, reflecting the red, yellow, green from the streetlights. Rain boots and other non-waterproof shoes squeaked and sloshed along the pavement, occasionally skittering toward the building to avoid the splash of water from a passing car. Individuals hunched in a tight ball under their umbrellas and squeezed by uncomfortably, desperate to stay dry.
Suddenly, one of the cars began to veer off the road. Pedestrians screamed and covered themselves with their arms in a futile away to defend themselves, but the impact never came. They slowly looked up over their arms and witnessed a tall dark man holding the car back easily. He was lean but muscular, wearing a white suit with blue down the shoulders. He glanced over his shoulder before carefully moving the car back into the street. He peeked in through the window to make sure the driver was safe.
“Mommy, it’s Alpha Wolf,” a child whispered.
His mask, white with little ears poking up on the edges, covered the upper half of his face. He gave the child a small, polite smile and nodded before turning around. The pedestrians pulled out their phones and filmed him as he launched himself from the ground, making powerful jumps across mailboxes, bus stops and eventually landing on a passing metro transit.
“Show off,” Spear said under his breath, quickly buttoning his shirt up before anyone could see his costume beneath it. He sighed and looked up at the sky, feeling the rain plop on his face. His little hat, turned over and tucked beneath him to stay dry, had maybe a dollar and some pity change from passing pedestrians. Nobody was in the mood to really stop and spend a minute or two for some street performer; they were too busy trying to keep from getting wet.
The rain didn’t look like it was going to let up soon, either.
Spear checked his phone and leaned against the pole that was keeping him mostly dry. He ran his thumb against the screen to see if Lyncis wanted him to pick up any new deliveries for his library; no response. Today must be a sleepy day.
Suddenly, one of the cars began to veer off the road. Pedestrians screamed and covered themselves with their arms in a futile away to defend themselves, but the impact never came. They slowly looked up over their arms and witnessed a tall dark man holding the car back easily. He was lean but muscular, wearing a white suit with blue down the shoulders. He glanced over his shoulder before carefully moving the car back into the street. He peeked in through the window to make sure the driver was safe.
“Mommy, it’s Alpha Wolf,” a child whispered.
His mask, white with little ears poking up on the edges, covered the upper half of his face. He gave the child a small, polite smile and nodded before turning around. The pedestrians pulled out their phones and filmed him as he launched himself from the ground, making powerful jumps across mailboxes, bus stops and eventually landing on a passing metro transit.
“Show off,” Spear said under his breath, quickly buttoning his shirt up before anyone could see his costume beneath it. He sighed and looked up at the sky, feeling the rain plop on his face. His little hat, turned over and tucked beneath him to stay dry, had maybe a dollar and some pity change from passing pedestrians. Nobody was in the mood to really stop and spend a minute or two for some street performer; they were too busy trying to keep from getting wet.
The rain didn’t look like it was going to let up soon, either.
Spear checked his phone and leaned against the pole that was keeping him mostly dry. He ran his thumb against the screen to see if Lyncis wanted him to pick up any new deliveries for his library; no response. Today must be a sleepy day.
-PM me if you’re interested in any of these plots, or if you want to suggest your own plot!!
PROMPTS:
Teacher’s Pet
Shipping preference: MxF
Genre: Slice of Life
My character was your character’s high school teacher— two years ago. Now an adult in college, they meet the teacher in a coffee shop. They chat, ask how life went, and move on. That night, they meet in a club... and attractions take shape, and feelings begin to develop. It does not help that the school your character works at as a teacher’s aid is the same school where their old high school teacher currently works.
Genre: Fantasy
A village is protected by a dragon that lives in the cave in the northern mountains. Every year, sacrifices are given to it in order to thank it for its protection, as well as motivate it to continue protecting their village. The beast accepts all the gifts, and says nothing. A poor family has nothing to give; they offer their daughter to dance for it. The dragon watches on silently, and then says in that quiet, rare voice, “Thank you for your sacrifice. I will take good care of her.” Her family quickly tells the beast that the sacrifice that was offered was her dance, but it has none of it. It tells the family in that chilling, calm voice, that if the daughter does not stay with it, it will no longer protect the village.
Fairytales Really Do Come True??
Shipping preference: MxM, FxF, MxF
Genre: Fantasy, Slice of Life
A girl/guy (your OC) accidentally summons 4 characters from a fairytale book their father used to read to them. Now in their twenties, they feel jaded and reluctant to have to follow through the complete and utter whimsy of these fantastical individuals. Follow along this silly adventure as your character tries to balance everyday life with their new “neighbors” while also trying to find a way to send them back to their stories.
I can either play all boys, all girls, or both.
Doors
Shipping preference: Platonic
Genre: Adventure, somewhat video-game inspired?? Will definitely have some Mystery/Horror to it at some point
Your character falls through an ancient basement door, only to find herself/himself in a different dimension. It turns out that your character is related to a legendary hero who swore to return after she passed away to gather the missing gem shards of the Eternal Pendant; only your character seems to be able to detect them. They will have to journey through many doors and dimensions, and complete quests and adventures in order to acquire every shard. Monsters and antagonists lurk behind every door. Your character enlists the help of a bat queen, a gentlemanly genie, a stubborn knight and a calm psychotic wizard in order to find the shards and save this alternate dimension.
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Genre: Slice of Life, possibly some horror/thriller
Enough said! I would love a simple slice of life story of our characters experiencing high school together, as long as there is some substance to it. That being said, if we could plan out which direction our story should go before we begin, I’d appreciate it!
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