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1x1 Partner Search!
Intro/Things to Know:
Hi! I go by Rain and I've been role playing for four years, creative writing for about ten. I absolutely adore romance and angst, and tend to lean a lot into that in my role plays. I have a wide literacy range, though I mostly try to match the length and style of my partner's writing. When it's up to me, I do around three or four paragraphs in third person.
As for the characters I play, I write both female and male characters! I do not write transgender or nonbinary characters, but if you wish to do so as my writing partner, I'd love for you to! In terms of behavior and such, I'm able to write out a multitude of different personalities.
I'm very big on communication and love OOC talk, but it's not necessary in any way. Ghost friendly! Of course I'd prefer a warning first, but I will try my very best to be understanding of any situation you may face!
I hope to hear from you all soon!
WARNING: My replies are relatively slow at the moment. While I will be able to respond to OOC messages everyday, I cannot say the same for IC messages, though I will try my best. Thank you!
Intro/Things to Know:
Hi! I go by Rain and I've been role playing for four years, creative writing for about ten. I absolutely adore romance and angst, and tend to lean a lot into that in my role plays. I have a wide literacy range, though I mostly try to match the length and style of my partner's writing. When it's up to me, I do around three or four paragraphs in third person.
As for the characters I play, I write both female and male characters! I do not write transgender or nonbinary characters, but if you wish to do so as my writing partner, I'd love for you to! In terms of behavior and such, I'm able to write out a multitude of different personalities.
I'm very big on communication and love OOC talk, but it's not necessary in any way. Ghost friendly! Of course I'd prefer a warning first, but I will try my very best to be understanding of any situation you may face!
I hope to hear from you all soon!
WARNING: My replies are relatively slow at the moment. While I will be able to respond to OOC messages everyday, I cannot say the same for IC messages, though I will try my best. Thank you!
What I Expect:
~Be over fifteen, please. I'm not comfortable with anything less.
~Patience. I get pretty busy often, but I still try to respond as much as I can.
~Willingness to work together! I can't create the entire story alone.
~More or less match my length (as I will do for you), but as always, quality>quantity.
~Kind/respectful when we speak OOC, even if it's only for planning.
~Mutual understanding of situations/schedules.
-Willingness to compromise if we have different preferences (this goes both ways).
~Ability to speak up! I can't read your mind, so if something is bothering you, I'd very much like to be told so I can fix it.
~Mutual enjoyment in writing and planning the plot!
~Be over fifteen, please. I'm not comfortable with anything less.
~Patience. I get pretty busy often, but I still try to respond as much as I can.
~Willingness to work together! I can't create the entire story alone.
~More or less match my length (as I will do for you), but as always, quality>quantity.
~Kind/respectful when we speak OOC, even if it's only for planning.
~Mutual understanding of situations/schedules.
-Willingness to compromise if we have different preferences (this goes both ways).
~Ability to speak up! I can't read your mind, so if something is bothering you, I'd very much like to be told so I can fix it.
~Mutual enjoyment in writing and planning the plot!
Writing Examples:
The sun just hardly peaked over the mountains and the clouds, leaving the sky filled with hues of orange and swirling red. Mae sighed, dragging herself along a cobblestone and soil-covered path. Life bustled all around her, despite the early hour. Songbirds chirped and a small smile adorned her weary features, reaching her clear, light brown eyes with ease. Half of a head of wavy, dark hair was pulled back in a loose manner, skin glowing with the brightness of youth and joy- a contrast to her floral dress, which was worn and sullied with age. Yet, she did not let such things bother her, her own anxieties much larger, and her presence exuding only warmth and welcome.
An empty basket rest hooped around her arm. She was heading into town for the day to collect a few things which she needed: ingredients, fresh flowers (which she had fully intended to find on her own, in a special little patch of forest she'd discovered a few years ago), and fabrics to sew and sell new pieces of clothing. She needed to make a profit, after all, and that was how she managed to survive all of this time alone. "Good morning," she spoke, voice gentle. The old woman to which she was speaking seemed pleasantly surprised, quickly straightening out her appearance and her cart of goods. The two exchanged a few words, and Mae picked up two apples- only two, with the knowledge that they'd perish if she took too many- and paid the woman her due of copper coins, despite the pleas to take one free of charge.
Time passed at its own, sluggish pace, the atmosphere shining a vibrant blue by the time her basket was full and her energy mostly depleted. An old, oak door creaked in protest as it was pushed open, the floor doing just the same as Mae walked upon it. Placing everything in its rightful spot in her home, she grabbed her basket once more. The floral arrangement resting upon her dining table had wilted after only a week, and she took great care in returning it to the earth behind her small cottage.
It was a somewhat lengthy journey to her place of intent- about an hour of walking. It was an area of colorful, buzzing aromas and life, and it was breathtaking. Deer prancing through, bees flying around, squirrels and other small creatures roaming to satisfy their own curiosities. The sun peeked through the trees and cascaded down their leaves. Mae sat, back against a particularly large trunk, and placed her belongings beside her. She drew in a breath, and another, washing away her worries with the sounds of nature. The day was still young, the rest of the world still rushing through tasks and necessities, but for now, she would allow herself a moment of respite from it all.
An empty basket rest hooped around her arm. She was heading into town for the day to collect a few things which she needed: ingredients, fresh flowers (which she had fully intended to find on her own, in a special little patch of forest she'd discovered a few years ago), and fabrics to sew and sell new pieces of clothing. She needed to make a profit, after all, and that was how she managed to survive all of this time alone. "Good morning," she spoke, voice gentle. The old woman to which she was speaking seemed pleasantly surprised, quickly straightening out her appearance and her cart of goods. The two exchanged a few words, and Mae picked up two apples- only two, with the knowledge that they'd perish if she took too many- and paid the woman her due of copper coins, despite the pleas to take one free of charge.
Time passed at its own, sluggish pace, the atmosphere shining a vibrant blue by the time her basket was full and her energy mostly depleted. An old, oak door creaked in protest as it was pushed open, the floor doing just the same as Mae walked upon it. Placing everything in its rightful spot in her home, she grabbed her basket once more. The floral arrangement resting upon her dining table had wilted after only a week, and she took great care in returning it to the earth behind her small cottage.
It was a somewhat lengthy journey to her place of intent- about an hour of walking. It was an area of colorful, buzzing aromas and life, and it was breathtaking. Deer prancing through, bees flying around, squirrels and other small creatures roaming to satisfy their own curiosities. The sun peeked through the trees and cascaded down their leaves. Mae sat, back against a particularly large trunk, and placed her belongings beside her. She drew in a breath, and another, washing away her worries with the sounds of nature. The day was still young, the rest of the world still rushing through tasks and necessities, but for now, she would allow herself a moment of respite from it all.
An exasperated groan echoed through a closed floral shop, the sickly sweet aromas wafting through the air. Iris had spent hours reading through manuals and guides on caring for different blooms, but it seemed as if she simply didn't have the favor of Mother Nature on her side. She stared at the wilting baby breaths in front of her with eyes of a dark, stormy blue, pulling a tight band out of her hair. The strands cascaded over her shoulders, falling just past the midpoint of her back in loose waves- a brunette light enough to be considered blonde, yet a blonde dark enough to be considered brunette. A gentle hand, skin slightly tanned from the tender touch of the sun, pushed away the clay pot in which the flowers resided. It would need to be dealt with later, she supposed. There were more pressing matters at hand.
Iris had been assigned as the detective of a new case, and if she could not work towards improving her mediocre gardening skills, she would focus all of her current energy on another task: delivering a body to the town's morgue. The corpse belonged to a victim of violence, murder, and was awaiting an autopsy. She sighed only thinking about it. She was certainly no fan of such cruelties.
The day was young. Blue jays and robins soared through the sky, clouds nothing but a distant memory. The stores beside her floral shop were lively and thriving, some shoppers even showing a moment of passing interest as they walked by. The shop would be opening within the week, and so many things still needed to be prepared. It was already giving her a headache. She shook her head. It was something that had to be done. If she didn't want to appear strange or suspicious, that was. It was not as if she had never gone undercover before. A new name, a new identity, a new life. Until her case was solved, at the very least. This time, she had taken the role of Cecil Lockman- a hopeful, young woman, searching for fulfillment away from home. A woman who had loved nature since she was a little girl, and wished only to spread that same fondness to others. She was bright and cheery, and always cared for others.
Nothing like Iris, who withheld her empathy and kept her attention entirely on work and her own, selfish desires.
The engine of a truck roared to life, the hum of the air conditioning and the low melodies of the radio filling the noiseless void left from being on her own. The body which she intended to deliver to the morgue was already in the back of her truck, wrapped and shaded under the attachable cover of the automobile. It was not such a long distance that a car was necessary to reach her place of intent, about a twenty minute walk, but it was quite secluded. It would be a difficult journey to make without some mechanical aid, especially with a corpse in tow. Slipping on a pair of sunglasses to protect her eyes, Iris backed out of her reserved place on the road, and went on her way.
The scent of pine seeped out of an air freshener hanging from her rear-view mirror, traffic hardly an issue at all. The ride was short, though comforting. She had always been enamored with the way the world seemed to move by so quickly when watching from the window of a car, the way time seemed to slow down and speed up all the same. It was truly a sight to behold.
The GPS hanging from an attachment on her dashboard spoke out in its robotic tone, commanding her to turn into a narrow road. She did so, somewhat wary, but her nerves were soothed when it opened to a considerably large parking lot, accompanied by a building which looked to be recently renovated. It was nice, far exceeding any expectations Iris had. Overgrown tree branches did seem to be a bit of an issue, however, reaching over the entire lot and shading the area. One would hardly be able to tell whether it was afternoon or midnight if not for the rays of light managing to trickle in through the gaps. The tinted frames were removed from her face, the legs getting folded only moments later. She placed them in a small compartment. It was then that she realized the lack of people in the area. There were only two other vehicles in the lot, and she could only assume that they belonged to employees.
Pulling her phone off of the attachment, her clear-coated nails gripped the hunter green, silicone case, she pocketed it and pulled out a burner phone of a much older model. The screen flickered on with great effort and she sent a quick message of her current status, including her whereabouts, to another officer which was stationed in another part of town. The device was tossed into her glove compartment, an obvious lack of care taken in the action.
Dismounting the truck, Iris made her way inside, stare still wandering around. Though the plants in the area were quite clearly given less attention than the main building itself, they were still lovely to see. She allowed a small smile to cross her lips, though she wiped it off just as quickly. She pushed the door open, its unexpected heft posing a bit of an issue. She had to use her shoulder to get it open, and she was by no means lacking in strength. Huffing out a breath, she made her way over to a desk in the front. The internal atmosphere was of great contrast to that of the external atmosphere. It was gloomier, though that was nothing more than what seemed appropriate for such a place. The thought crossed her mind to have brought flowers to brighten up the area and the worker's spirits, but it was too late to turn back. She had already taken the trip there. Perhaps next time, she supposed.
"Hello?" Her voice rang out and she winced at the sound of it, adjusting her volume before speaking again. "Is anyone here?" There was not one person in sight. She checked again that they were a functioning establishment through a quick search on her phone. Yup. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, annoyance obvious in her features. Perhaps they were busy, of course, but it seemed like bad practice to have nobody in front to aid those who needed it. "Hello?" She called out again, stretching the vowels just a little bit more than the rest of the letters in the word. "I need to check in a body." She waited a few moments more before mumbling something to herself, heavily considering leaving and coming back another time.
Iris had been assigned as the detective of a new case, and if she could not work towards improving her mediocre gardening skills, she would focus all of her current energy on another task: delivering a body to the town's morgue. The corpse belonged to a victim of violence, murder, and was awaiting an autopsy. She sighed only thinking about it. She was certainly no fan of such cruelties.
The day was young. Blue jays and robins soared through the sky, clouds nothing but a distant memory. The stores beside her floral shop were lively and thriving, some shoppers even showing a moment of passing interest as they walked by. The shop would be opening within the week, and so many things still needed to be prepared. It was already giving her a headache. She shook her head. It was something that had to be done. If she didn't want to appear strange or suspicious, that was. It was not as if she had never gone undercover before. A new name, a new identity, a new life. Until her case was solved, at the very least. This time, she had taken the role of Cecil Lockman- a hopeful, young woman, searching for fulfillment away from home. A woman who had loved nature since she was a little girl, and wished only to spread that same fondness to others. She was bright and cheery, and always cared for others.
Nothing like Iris, who withheld her empathy and kept her attention entirely on work and her own, selfish desires.
The engine of a truck roared to life, the hum of the air conditioning and the low melodies of the radio filling the noiseless void left from being on her own. The body which she intended to deliver to the morgue was already in the back of her truck, wrapped and shaded under the attachable cover of the automobile. It was not such a long distance that a car was necessary to reach her place of intent, about a twenty minute walk, but it was quite secluded. It would be a difficult journey to make without some mechanical aid, especially with a corpse in tow. Slipping on a pair of sunglasses to protect her eyes, Iris backed out of her reserved place on the road, and went on her way.
The scent of pine seeped out of an air freshener hanging from her rear-view mirror, traffic hardly an issue at all. The ride was short, though comforting. She had always been enamored with the way the world seemed to move by so quickly when watching from the window of a car, the way time seemed to slow down and speed up all the same. It was truly a sight to behold.
The GPS hanging from an attachment on her dashboard spoke out in its robotic tone, commanding her to turn into a narrow road. She did so, somewhat wary, but her nerves were soothed when it opened to a considerably large parking lot, accompanied by a building which looked to be recently renovated. It was nice, far exceeding any expectations Iris had. Overgrown tree branches did seem to be a bit of an issue, however, reaching over the entire lot and shading the area. One would hardly be able to tell whether it was afternoon or midnight if not for the rays of light managing to trickle in through the gaps. The tinted frames were removed from her face, the legs getting folded only moments later. She placed them in a small compartment. It was then that she realized the lack of people in the area. There were only two other vehicles in the lot, and she could only assume that they belonged to employees.
Pulling her phone off of the attachment, her clear-coated nails gripped the hunter green, silicone case, she pocketed it and pulled out a burner phone of a much older model. The screen flickered on with great effort and she sent a quick message of her current status, including her whereabouts, to another officer which was stationed in another part of town. The device was tossed into her glove compartment, an obvious lack of care taken in the action.
Dismounting the truck, Iris made her way inside, stare still wandering around. Though the plants in the area were quite clearly given less attention than the main building itself, they were still lovely to see. She allowed a small smile to cross her lips, though she wiped it off just as quickly. She pushed the door open, its unexpected heft posing a bit of an issue. She had to use her shoulder to get it open, and she was by no means lacking in strength. Huffing out a breath, she made her way over to a desk in the front. The internal atmosphere was of great contrast to that of the external atmosphere. It was gloomier, though that was nothing more than what seemed appropriate for such a place. The thought crossed her mind to have brought flowers to brighten up the area and the worker's spirits, but it was too late to turn back. She had already taken the trip there. Perhaps next time, she supposed.
"Hello?" Her voice rang out and she winced at the sound of it, adjusting her volume before speaking again. "Is anyone here?" There was not one person in sight. She checked again that they were a functioning establishment through a quick search on her phone. Yup. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, annoyance obvious in her features. Perhaps they were busy, of course, but it seemed like bad practice to have nobody in front to aid those who needed it. "Hello?" She called out again, stretching the vowels just a little bit more than the rest of the letters in the word. "I need to check in a body." She waited a few moments more before mumbling something to herself, heavily considering leaving and coming back another time.
Such kind words, so horribly sincere.
Juliette faltered, her heart beating heavy in her chest, her nose burning statically with the beginnings of a downpour of tears. She desired so deeply to believe what she was being told, to fall into the web of a cage which had been set out for her, to bite into the savory-sweet taste of sugar-coated poison and indulge in the way the flavor melted her down to the very marrow of her bones. She wanted to collapse into those very words.
She wanted to, so badly, but she did not.
She loathed the way that only now, after so many years, had the man offered his aid. The way he knelt before her and spewed sentences twisted so intricately that one could not discern their meaning from their empty promises. Juliette shook her head, hardening herself despite the reluctance behind it all. She had to remind herself that, no matter how much of what had been said was true, it was overshadowed by the fact that her happiness was not his priority. Her freedom, which she had so desperately awaited for for so much of her life, was not his priority.
"I do not care for such things," Juliette said, making it apparent that she did not plan nor wish to spend even a moment more of her time in the knight's presence. "I am no princess, and that man is not my king." She stared at the carriage with distaste, finally realizing the reality of what it was, who it carried. She was flooded with sentiments in a moment of time. Some part of her wanted to beg and cry for forgiveness, to grovel and ask to be taken back to the life that could have been. But then, a much grander part of the girl was still grieving the loss of the only mother figure she had ever had, still wondering why she was abandoned with no seeming regret, and she detested her so-called father for that.
Juliette pushed herself as far back as she could against the wooden barrier behind her. She did not want to find herself in another pit of despair, in another mess of pointless sorrow. "That man," she said, venom laid generously on her tongue, "stopped being my father the moment he left me in that awful place." She had made up her mind. She would not go with them, not willingly. "Do what you must, but do not expect my compliance." The knife in her grasp glinted in the light of the sun, both hands holding it steady.
Mae cried out, her voice breaking, fraying as if the end of an old, unwanted rope that had never been cut loose. Her scalp throbbed and her hands went up to clasp at the arm that held her. His grip was like iron, his words like acid upon her skin. The world blurred around her, salty drops of sentiment clouding her vision. A thought crossed her mind. A vile thought. 'I want to give up. I want to let him kill me.'
She could hardly manage to shake such notions from her mind. Thinking back on her life, thinking ahead to the future, she still had so many things to live for, so much to experience. She was still in her youth, still searching for love- real love-, a family, a true purpose, a fulfillment, another morning where she could rise and greet the soft drops of dew on the trees and hear the cheery birds sing their lovely songs. She wanted to experience it all, and so much more. She wanted not just to survive.
She wanted to live.
In one swift moment of analysis, Mae grabbed her concealed dagger and cut her hair. It went clean through, luckily enough. The blade was sharp, just as desperate as its holder. Her hair, the same gentle brown that it had always been, now rested in a choppy cut, uneven and obviously done in a second of time. The moment she dropped down, Mae rushed away, changing to a defensive position. If she could not run, she would fight.
Bloody, bruised, and beaten, she stood. A sharp exhale slipped past her lips. The chances of her victory were slim. She knew that better than anyone, but if it was her last selfish act before death came and held her in its frigid grasp, she would fight.
To her very last breath.
She could hardly manage to shake such notions from her mind. Thinking back on her life, thinking ahead to the future, she still had so many things to live for, so much to experience. She was still in her youth, still searching for love- real love-, a family, a true purpose, a fulfillment, another morning where she could rise and greet the soft drops of dew on the trees and hear the cheery birds sing their lovely songs. She wanted to experience it all, and so much more. She wanted not just to survive.
She wanted to live.
In one swift moment of analysis, Mae grabbed her concealed dagger and cut her hair. It went clean through, luckily enough. The blade was sharp, just as desperate as its holder. Her hair, the same gentle brown that it had always been, now rested in a choppy cut, uneven and obviously done in a second of time. The moment she dropped down, Mae rushed away, changing to a defensive position. If she could not run, she would fight.
Bloody, bruised, and beaten, she stood. A sharp exhale slipped past her lips. The chances of her victory were slim. She knew that better than anyone, but if it was her last selfish act before death came and held her in its frigid grasp, she would fight.
To her very last breath.
The familiar chill of dawn hung in the air, blowing through the small town with the aid of the gentle winds. It blew east, as if chasing the very sun itself. The edges of the burning star had just hardly begun peeking over the horizon for the day, casting a shadow over the tall hills of the grassy lands beyond Montclair. An oak door was pushed open, creaking in protest, as it typically did. The crickets still chirped, fireflies mostly retired for the night. A tanned man stepped out of the small, rustic home, wrapped up in a black, long-sleeved shirt and pants of the same cloth and hue. They were obviously older pieces of clothing, worn and slightly discolored with time, but they were comfortable and warm nonetheless. He inhaled deeply, allowing the crisp breath to infiltrate his lungs, excite his bloodstream. The breeze tousled his dark hair.
He went along his typical route to complete his tasks of the morning. He picked up a wooden bucket of pre-mixed seeds and such, and poured it into the feeder in his chicken coup. His gray eyes scanned the area, landing on a soft yellow. It was a chick. He grinned softly, realizing he had missed an egg at some point, and it had hatched into a new creature. Despite the lack of intention, the man thought it was nothing more than a content mistake. He was the type to believe that everything occurred for a reason, even if that reason was not very apparent. Figuring that he would need to decide a name later on, he moved to his pen of sheep. They were due for a shear, their coats fluffy and sullied by the soil on the ground. He sighed simply thinking of the task. It meant a good amount of golden and silver coins to add to his pouch, but it also meant hours of struggle, especially with the more difficult ones. Opening the short gate, the animals slowly made their way out, some needing to be coaxed more than others, and the gate was closed once again. They roamed the lands, one straying a little too far from their designated area.
Following the ewe lamb, he remained silent, not willing to scare her off further. It was a slow-paced chase, but he eventually caught up to her and redirected the creature, watching as she ran off, back to the rest of the sheep. A sigh, and he was ready to return to his tasks, but a sudden sound caught his attention. He spun around. Gazing rather intensely, he scanned the area before him, and it was not long before he found a woman. His first impression was that she was injured, though there were no obvious marks of damage on her wan skin. All he knew was that he could not leave her in such a state. Slipping off his sweater, he laid it atop her body. The cold air nipped at his arms, soaked through his white short-sleeve, but he did not mind. The sun had risen more now, the stars going into hiding behind the veil of celestial brightness. Dew drops clung to the leaves of lively green. Wary of touching the stranger, he called out, his voice soft and gentle.
"Hello? Are... are you alright?"
He went along his typical route to complete his tasks of the morning. He picked up a wooden bucket of pre-mixed seeds and such, and poured it into the feeder in his chicken coup. His gray eyes scanned the area, landing on a soft yellow. It was a chick. He grinned softly, realizing he had missed an egg at some point, and it had hatched into a new creature. Despite the lack of intention, the man thought it was nothing more than a content mistake. He was the type to believe that everything occurred for a reason, even if that reason was not very apparent. Figuring that he would need to decide a name later on, he moved to his pen of sheep. They were due for a shear, their coats fluffy and sullied by the soil on the ground. He sighed simply thinking of the task. It meant a good amount of golden and silver coins to add to his pouch, but it also meant hours of struggle, especially with the more difficult ones. Opening the short gate, the animals slowly made their way out, some needing to be coaxed more than others, and the gate was closed once again. They roamed the lands, one straying a little too far from their designated area.
Following the ewe lamb, he remained silent, not willing to scare her off further. It was a slow-paced chase, but he eventually caught up to her and redirected the creature, watching as she ran off, back to the rest of the sheep. A sigh, and he was ready to return to his tasks, but a sudden sound caught his attention. He spun around. Gazing rather intensely, he scanned the area before him, and it was not long before he found a woman. His first impression was that she was injured, though there were no obvious marks of damage on her wan skin. All he knew was that he could not leave her in such a state. Slipping off his sweater, he laid it atop her body. The cold air nipped at his arms, soaked through his white short-sleeve, but he did not mind. The sun had risen more now, the stars going into hiding behind the veil of celestial brightness. Dew drops clung to the leaves of lively green. Wary of touching the stranger, he called out, his voice soft and gentle.
"Hello? Are... are you alright?"
~His voice only grew in volume, a soft wail of melancholic harmony that suffocated the very atmosphere itself.
~What had the potential to be a detrimental storm dissipated into small, insignificant gusts.
~Silence and instinct reigned his senses.
~"Please," she added, staring wistfully at the man that could be both her salvation and her downfall.
~Her tender heart weakened once more and she fought back the urge to grant him the comfort he so desired.
~The vile sentiment squeezed her heart with glass fingers, cracking and piercing each mangled vein it could grasp.
~What had the potential to be a detrimental storm dissipated into small, insignificant gusts.
~Silence and instinct reigned his senses.
~"Please," she added, staring wistfully at the man that could be both her salvation and her downfall.
~Her tender heart weakened once more and she fought back the urge to grant him the comfort he so desired.
~The vile sentiment squeezed her heart with glass fingers, cracking and piercing each mangled vein it could grasp.
Pairings I Do
(Bold = Craving)
(* = roles I will play):
~*F x M
~*M x M
~*F x F
~*F x NB
~*M x NB
~*M x F
I Don't:
~Double-up long-term. I will do it short-term if a small character is introduced, but I heavily prefer not to do any long-term double-ups.
~Make character profiles often. I'm very descriptive in my responses! I'm super up for discussing basics beforehand (and actually prefer to), but I don't make full-on profiles very often.
~Do sexual role plays. I will touch on more mature topics, but nothing sexual.
~Tolerate homophobia, transphobia, or anything of the sort.
Prompts I Want to Try:
(Bold = Craving)
(* = I'd prefer to play, but we can discuss - if none, I have no preference)
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~Shy Tutor x Bully/Class Clown
~Mafia Leader x *Childhood Friend
~*Mermaid x Scientist
~*Siren x Sailor
~Demon x Summoner
~*Prince(ss) x Knight
~Vampire x Hunter
~Butcher/Murderer x *Florist
~Immortal/God x Worshipper
~Doctor x *Mental Institution Patient
~Stalker x Stalked
~*Criminal x Justice Seeker (Knight, Cop, etc.)
~*Human Pet x Animal (Shapeshifting)/Alien Owner
Fandoms I Do:
(Bold = Craving)
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~Helluva Boss
~Haikyuu
~BNHA/MHA
~The Hunger Games
~Hazbin Hotel
~Castle Swimmer
~Your Wings and Mine
~Miraculous Ladybug
~The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
I expect that any prompts including more serious topics be treated with respect.
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