Multiple Settings Sapphic Dystopian and Cyberpunk Adventures [Novella/Dystop/Apoc]

[Luscinioide]

CLOSED, thanks!​

• Introduction
• About Me & Rules
• Looking For
• Writing Example

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  Welcome! d(>_・ ) To save both of us some time, I highly recommend reading the ‘About Me & Rules’ tab first. This contains some important information that will tell you whether we’re compatible or not before you spend a whole bunch of time reading everything else. It may seem like a lot, but I invest heavily into my RPs and want to ensure that my investment is going to work out. Thanks!
  
  When you're ready to interact, please send me a post sample, any plot ideas you have, or any characters you want to use.
  
  
  
  
  
  
• howdy, howdy. (･ω･)b
  
  If ‘Luscinioide’ is too much of a mouthful for you, just ‘Luscin’ will do fine. Or whatever, really; I’m not picky. I’m a fulltime college student with way too many health problems and way too much time on my hands…or so I like to think. A lot of time, but not a whole lot of getting things done. >; D I prefer gender neutral pronouns, but any will work. I have a master’s degree in homosexuality which is totally legit. Super legit.
  
  I am an extensively novella writer at a college student level. My average post length hovers at about 1000 words, but can definitely go way over when I’m feeling it. My style focuses on character introspection, grimdark scene descriptions, and a little bit of snark to antagonize my dumb characters. These days, I write exclusively in dystopian, apocalyptic, or cyberpunk settings. I do not do modern or fantasy anymore.
  
  Da Rules
  • 17+ only. My characters and content often deal with adult themes such as violence, drugs, gore, and other grimdark scenarios.
  • My post schedule is highly inconsistent. I am also not a fast post writer. Please interact only if you are okay with slower posts on around 1-2 times a week, and occasional periods where I may take even longer.
  • Share the workload. I am a very well-versed GM, but this does not mean I want to write a story for you that just so happens to involve your character. Please be prepared to contribute through side plots, NPCs, or otherwise helping to direct the plot.
  • My characters are all premade and can and will be used in other RPs.
  • I am ghost friendly. I’m an anxiety-ridden ho so I get it.
  • Small text and otherwise fancy code that focuses on aesthetics instead of readability is a no-go. I’ve got bad eyeballs and can barely read the basic text on the site as is.
  • Be friendly! I’m here to make friends. I don’t want a strictly transactional business exchange where the only form of interaction we have is posting back and forth. I want to talk to you, share memes, shitpost…my most successful RPs have been with people who I can get along with.
  
  
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  Here’s what I’m looking for!
  
  
  • In you:
  • Someone who can go toe-to-toe with me; I want to be challenged! Give me mega posts, winding, ranting descriptions and a monstrously in-depth world with characters that come to life through your words.
  • Patience! It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon. Let’s savor it.
  • A sense of humor. I’ve got memes. I’ve got shitposts. I hope you do too.
  • Investment. I want someone who’s willing to put in the same amount of effort and care.
  
  
  • Settings:
  • Traditional cyberpunk; think the old school style with 90s aesthetics.
  • Dystopian of any flavor
  • Apocalyptic or post-apocalyptic
  • Grimdark, but with enough comedic relief to make it worth it
  
  
  • Characters:
  • LGBTQ+. All of my characters are, and I love seeing the representation.
  • HOT GAY LADIES HOT GAY LADIES HOT GAY LA-
  • Character dynamics that don’t get along at first but grow to be inseparable while still acting like they’re the bane of each other’s existence
  • Character dynamics that are dangerous solely because there’s two whole brain cells shared between them
  • Did I mention gay ladies yet
  • Big stronk women
• Putting an entire post here would be a hell of a lot to read, so I'll just leave an excerpt that gets my style across well enough.
  
  
  This was the beginning of the end.
  
  Alarms. Flashing lights; red, white, and then black. Screams. A wailing chorus, sung in the language of the dead and the dying. No instruments, save for the hoarse cries of the damned and gunshots' piercing crackles. Haunting. Hell on earth, desperation given form in the echoing pleas of those who would know no mercy. Dripping blood and flesh and viscera, insides turned out and scattered remains. Final prayers, calling out to a God who held no dominion here. There was no one coming to save them.
  
  They flooded the tight halls like a devouring swarm of locust, grossly contorted limbs snapping and cracking and twisting and writhing. Gnashing teeth and wicked talons. Strings of gore and bone that hung from their howling jaws. Insanity. Delirium. These were no longer the people they once knew. Senior Lieutenant Genrich lunged at Doctor Kasimov, ripping her throat out with a frenzied assault. A grisly shower of hot ichor sprayed from where her jugular had once been, and her dying words were nothing more than a sputtering whisper.
  
  Major Belkin made his final stand at the entrance to the research facilities. His right forearm loosely dangled, a fractured fragment of his ulna puncturing through his skin – a casualty to the initial explosion that breached the bunker. He may have not known it, but he was already dead. A single automatic weapon was nothing against the endless, all consuming tide. For each foul fiend he dispatched, three more took its place. There was no end to them, and he must have known that. Before they overtook him completely, the Major took his own life with a single bullet underneath the jaw.
  
  The holding chambers were compromised. An emergency failsafe mechanism, designed to prevent the subjects from becoming trapped in the event that the power grid malfunctioned. Irony at its finest; what was once intended to protect them would now be their undoing. The metal doors released, exposing the helpless inhabitants to the mindless wretches. Soon, they too were gone, leaving pooling splatters of crimson red where they had once been. Women, children, the weak, the old, the crippled. None were safe from death's cruel hand.
  
  They begged for help. Reached out to the fallen soldiers around them, their glassy eyes permanently frozen in terror. They didn't deserve this. She should have put them out of their misery.
  
  But she didn't.
  
  She watched their last moments. Stood and stared at them like the coward she was, letting them be ruthlessly torn to shreds. Twice, her fellow comrades screamed her name. 'Volkov. Volkov. Help us, Volkov. You can't leave us.'
  
  Twice, she ignored them. She told herself that there was nothing she could have done. A lie.
  
  Hidden in the shadows of the observation deck, Lieutenant Colonel Volkov betrayed her platoon and allowed them to die. Out of the twenty-four personnel and thirteen patients, two survived. They stood together, looking over the gruesome aftermath.
  
  Not a single word was spoken between them.
  

 

[Luscinioide]

I really shouldn't take on a third RP right now...but I have a SUPER hot babe idea floating around in my head. If you're someone who's okay with longer post times and interested in some dystopian wasteland bounty hunting shenanigans, please hit me up!! I'm dying to use this hottie p l e a s e