BadUpdate504
Supreme ruler of all things (that I wrote)
-I’ve roleplayed for 10+years (well before I could write worth beans) and I’m looking for a serious long term partner, so if you are prone to ghosting for month or so at a time… (good luck with your search have a nice day.) I have a tendency to lose interest if it takes weeks for someone to post. That doesn’t include time to recover, do life, school work, work-work, emergencies, ect. This should be a healthy relationship.
-discord
-I’m Advanced Literate,3+ paragraphs average; seeking Adv. Your spelling and grammar doesn’t have to be perfect, just understandable. But for the love of god please use quotes around dialogue.
-Quality over quantity. **Just let me know up front what length you’re comfortable with** We need to shoot for a two paragraph minimum though. You need to be able to carry the story line and give me a decent idea of where the scene is heading. Sometimes people can’t do that even if they can write novel sized posts. Sometimes that can be accomplished in half a paragraph, it’s all in what the scene calls for.
-Pairings: MxF or any combination of Nb.
-No mxm and fxf romance. Romance is Not Necessary. I enjoy writing two character partnerships that don’t necessarily lead to kissy kissy. But I do love romance.
-No smut; I’m 27y; Not actively looking for NSFW
-Very flexible, Problem? *tell me about it.* Not working? *let me know, I don’t mind backing up*. Having a tough time reply for any reason, *Come ooc chat with me and we can work it out or just be friendly.*
-I do have a job, mentally health issues & parents who need an increasing level of assistance. I expect to be able to reply AT LEAST once a day. I really would like for you to be able to send something daily too.
-I RP to escape real life... NO Modern or Real life. I am really really craving Cyberpunk right now but anything that can have a form of technology is great too.
-I do not do character reference sheets and face claims and so on. A few of my cooky cutter characters have face claims because I was desperate enough to appease whatever partners I could find. Not particularly interesting in finding pictures for characters I will describe in RP always. If I haven’t written in enough detail, ask for more. Physical appearance is very superficial. That should not be your first impression of my character or my writing.
-plotting... or lack thereof. I tend to want to just jump in after an agreement of characters, a current conflict, setting, and era. I don’t really want to pin point every detail of the world immediately before we actually RP. I want to get started and hash all of that out as we go. That said, I expected my partner to actively add ideas and details and flashbacks to explain and expound. I am an Improv writer. If you have never played with an improv writer, I probably should not be your first.
-Definitely hoping for more people to play male characters in my life soon, but I love doubling so I will happily do the same.
-No triggers on my end; please don’t forget to tell me if you have any!!
-I don’t usually Fandom, describe your universe well enough and it shouldn’t matter? I can do ghost in the shell, Star Trek, Murderbot Diaries, Eragon, or Fallout 4 maybe.
-Time Zone: PST
-discord: my network hates this website. But there is nothing like this website for finding partners. DM for my handle pleeeeease
I have a bunch of ideas but I prefer to get to know you a bit before we start plotting. DM me if you're available! Important stuff I want to know about you: Do you use Discord? (Please send me your handle. I’m Transformation over there.) On a scale of one to five, Five being, that you like to write completely Improv, and One being you like everything planned out no matter what, what number would you assign yourself? How long have you been RPing? How flexible do I need to be when you need to take a break? Triggers? How annoying can I be before I get my ass in trouble? Lol. Don’t read too much into these.
Some key words for wetting your appetite: Storytelling and world building, slice-o-life, partnerships, rejection and reconciliation, rescue, tribal, shapeshifters, talking animals, dragons, dragon riders, dragon human hybrids, sci-fi, cyberpunk, Artificial Intelligence, Cyborgs, Ship/Pilot, autism, ethereal magic, elemental manipulation, telepathy(not mind reading), mind readers, psychic(seeing future.)
Now my biggest problem so far is that people get started with my plots… and then they lose interest and poof. Gone.
No. Tell me every plot idea, interest and vauge idea you have. We will build something together that we both want. I will not do this any other way. I have approached hundreds of people lately trying to get RPs going, (I swear I don’t bite.) And this is the only thing that reliably works. If you can’t plot a story… then you’re not what I’m looking for. Sorry if that’s too frank for you… but out of those hundred, I have 10 active RPs. That’s one in ten. Trust me. It sucks to go through this process over and over again.
When the door slid open energy poured into the room. Serenity was wild-eyed and desperate. Almost before the door was open she suddenly there, like she’d teleported. Stopping only because the ship’s AI warned, *Don’t touch!* via her cybernetics implant her head. Only then did she see his wounds but she was already reaching for him. The suddenly awkward fluster might have been hilarious under different circumstances.
She’d been crying and it had dried. Suggesting that she’d been delayed getting here. She dropped her hands, finding instead an undamaged arm. Taking another step she leaned up and kissed the top of his head, saying “We’ve got you. Your home,” as her head dropped beside his ear.
She didn’t know if *home* was the right word. But she didn’t figure home could be any other place for him. Serenity remembered how he’d been happy at the party her first night here and couldn’t imagine he’d rather party elsewhere.
(1/3)
She made herself comfortable on the edge of the bed. His hand in her lap in her far hand and the other on his arm and wrist. When they were done with their greeting she told him, “Nothing important’s happened here. The fightings moved out of this sector. Just a distress call or two was the only excitement. The flight crew has me playing poker most every night.” She knew if she didn’t keep taking her throat would tighten up and she’d break. Besides she knew her voice would be soothing even without checking his biometrics. “I’ve done every battle sim any of us could think of so there will not be any more surprise malfunctions,” she tried to assure. Serenity had run them more to keep herself distracted and put her worried energy into something productive. Most of the sims she’d run by herself... every day. She’d been playing music and reading books constantly to keep herself from thinking otherwise. Slept hardly at all. At this point she wasn’t listening to herself and realized she was telling him that she’d been playing That Sound Bite every night on a loop until she could sleep. Suddenly embarrassed she explained, “The clip I saved from,” she had to clear her throat, it was a soft noise, “the night before the rendezvous.” She glanced at him to see if he recalled. Only then did she seem to register his condition.
Then bow was breaking, she couldn’t hold in the misery of the last two months, eyes dropping she turned her face away as the heat poured down her face. “Sorry. I’ve been missing you,” she explained it wasn’t about his injuries. At least not entirely. She’d actually been telling herself he was in his cabin the whole time, just resting up. That he wasn’t in a slave camp being tortured, just in here letting her run things for him. Now the fantasy fell apart.
(2/3)
She would have been at the airlock had Nessa and John not stopped her. They explained he would be in rough shape but she hadn’t believed it. That he wouldn’t want her to see him that way and that she had to wait. She relented but they’d been called to a skirmish and by the time he’d opened the door for her she’d been needed on deck. She’d spared Kory and Nessa because she, John and the AI could compensate well enough. She’d gotten here as fast as she could. “Tell me **this,** was worth it. That you wanted to do this,” she demanded now. Voice rough and raw.
But she knew he couldn’t answer. How could he? “No more Marcus.” Serenity whispered.
“No more camps.” Admiral Tal could stick it up her ass. Serenity would have done it for her. She could have shot the admiral at that moment if she’d been on board to shoot.
(I’m very flexible and interested In almost anything. Dm me for more details)
-discord
-I’m Advanced Literate,3+ paragraphs average; seeking Adv. Your spelling and grammar doesn’t have to be perfect, just understandable. But for the love of god please use quotes around dialogue.
-Quality over quantity. **Just let me know up front what length you’re comfortable with** We need to shoot for a two paragraph minimum though. You need to be able to carry the story line and give me a decent idea of where the scene is heading. Sometimes people can’t do that even if they can write novel sized posts. Sometimes that can be accomplished in half a paragraph, it’s all in what the scene calls for.
-Pairings: MxF or any combination of Nb.
-No mxm and fxf romance. Romance is Not Necessary. I enjoy writing two character partnerships that don’t necessarily lead to kissy kissy. But I do love romance.
-No smut; I’m 27y; Not actively looking for NSFW
-Very flexible, Problem? *tell me about it.* Not working? *let me know, I don’t mind backing up*. Having a tough time reply for any reason, *Come ooc chat with me and we can work it out or just be friendly.*
-I do have a job, mentally health issues & parents who need an increasing level of assistance. I expect to be able to reply AT LEAST once a day. I really would like for you to be able to send something daily too.
-I RP to escape real life... NO Modern or Real life. I am really really craving Cyberpunk right now but anything that can have a form of technology is great too.
-I do not do character reference sheets and face claims and so on. A few of my cooky cutter characters have face claims because I was desperate enough to appease whatever partners I could find. Not particularly interesting in finding pictures for characters I will describe in RP always. If I haven’t written in enough detail, ask for more. Physical appearance is very superficial. That should not be your first impression of my character or my writing.
-plotting... or lack thereof. I tend to want to just jump in after an agreement of characters, a current conflict, setting, and era. I don’t really want to pin point every detail of the world immediately before we actually RP. I want to get started and hash all of that out as we go. That said, I expected my partner to actively add ideas and details and flashbacks to explain and expound. I am an Improv writer. If you have never played with an improv writer, I probably should not be your first.
-Definitely hoping for more people to play male characters in my life soon, but I love doubling so I will happily do the same.
-No triggers on my end; please don’t forget to tell me if you have any!!
-I don’t usually Fandom, describe your universe well enough and it shouldn’t matter? I can do ghost in the shell, Star Trek, Murderbot Diaries, Eragon, or Fallout 4 maybe.
-Time Zone: PST
-discord: my network hates this website. But there is nothing like this website for finding partners. DM for my handle pleeeeease
I have a bunch of ideas but I prefer to get to know you a bit before we start plotting. DM me if you're available! Important stuff I want to know about you: Do you use Discord? (Please send me your handle. I’m Transformation over there.) On a scale of one to five, Five being, that you like to write completely Improv, and One being you like everything planned out no matter what, what number would you assign yourself? How long have you been RPing? How flexible do I need to be when you need to take a break? Triggers? How annoying can I be before I get my ass in trouble? Lol. Don’t read too much into these.
Some key words for wetting your appetite: Storytelling and world building, slice-o-life, partnerships, rejection and reconciliation, rescue, tribal, shapeshifters, talking animals, dragons, dragon riders, dragon human hybrids, sci-fi, cyberpunk, Artificial Intelligence, Cyborgs, Ship/Pilot, autism, ethereal magic, elemental manipulation, telepathy(not mind reading), mind readers, psychic(seeing future.)
Now my biggest problem so far is that people get started with my plots… and then they lose interest and poof. Gone.
No. Tell me every plot idea, interest and vauge idea you have. We will build something together that we both want. I will not do this any other way. I have approached hundreds of people lately trying to get RPs going, (I swear I don’t bite.) And this is the only thing that reliably works. If you can’t plot a story… then you’re not what I’m looking for. Sorry if that’s too frank for you… but out of those hundred, I have 10 active RPs. That’s one in ten. Trust me. It sucks to go through this process over and over again.
Wr Sample
(So this is me on top of my game. Here my partner threw me a curve ball, I was expecting her to catch him at the ship’s airlock, but her post ended with him waiting for him in his room. Sooo had to come up with a plausible explanation on the fly. This is playing off another novella style writer, don’t let the wall of text intimidate you, I normally match.)When the door slid open energy poured into the room. Serenity was wild-eyed and desperate. Almost before the door was open she suddenly there, like she’d teleported. Stopping only because the ship’s AI warned, *Don’t touch!* via her cybernetics implant her head. Only then did she see his wounds but she was already reaching for him. The suddenly awkward fluster might have been hilarious under different circumstances.
She’d been crying and it had dried. Suggesting that she’d been delayed getting here. She dropped her hands, finding instead an undamaged arm. Taking another step she leaned up and kissed the top of his head, saying “We’ve got you. Your home,” as her head dropped beside his ear.
She didn’t know if *home* was the right word. But she didn’t figure home could be any other place for him. Serenity remembered how he’d been happy at the party her first night here and couldn’t imagine he’d rather party elsewhere.
(1/3)
She made herself comfortable on the edge of the bed. His hand in her lap in her far hand and the other on his arm and wrist. When they were done with their greeting she told him, “Nothing important’s happened here. The fightings moved out of this sector. Just a distress call or two was the only excitement. The flight crew has me playing poker most every night.” She knew if she didn’t keep taking her throat would tighten up and she’d break. Besides she knew her voice would be soothing even without checking his biometrics. “I’ve done every battle sim any of us could think of so there will not be any more surprise malfunctions,” she tried to assure. Serenity had run them more to keep herself distracted and put her worried energy into something productive. Most of the sims she’d run by herself... every day. She’d been playing music and reading books constantly to keep herself from thinking otherwise. Slept hardly at all. At this point she wasn’t listening to herself and realized she was telling him that she’d been playing That Sound Bite every night on a loop until she could sleep. Suddenly embarrassed she explained, “The clip I saved from,” she had to clear her throat, it was a soft noise, “the night before the rendezvous.” She glanced at him to see if he recalled. Only then did she seem to register his condition.
Then bow was breaking, she couldn’t hold in the misery of the last two months, eyes dropping she turned her face away as the heat poured down her face. “Sorry. I’ve been missing you,” she explained it wasn’t about his injuries. At least not entirely. She’d actually been telling herself he was in his cabin the whole time, just resting up. That he wasn’t in a slave camp being tortured, just in here letting her run things for him. Now the fantasy fell apart.
(2/3)
She would have been at the airlock had Nessa and John not stopped her. They explained he would be in rough shape but she hadn’t believed it. That he wouldn’t want her to see him that way and that she had to wait. She relented but they’d been called to a skirmish and by the time he’d opened the door for her she’d been needed on deck. She’d spared Kory and Nessa because she, John and the AI could compensate well enough. She’d gotten here as fast as she could. “Tell me **this,** was worth it. That you wanted to do this,” she demanded now. Voice rough and raw.
But she knew he couldn’t answer. How could he? “No more Marcus.” Serenity whispered.
“No more camps.” Admiral Tal could stick it up her ass. Serenity would have done it for her. She could have shot the admiral at that moment if she’d been on board to shoot.
(I’m very flexible and interested In almost anything. Dm me for more details)
