April_Fools
Just an imp in a harlequin hat
Welcome, Welcome one and all! I'm April Fools, your local roleplaying Jester!
I'm over 30, I go by He/Him, and I'm a flexible and chill guy.
Looking for mostly MxM romantic pairings. I am more open to MxF and MxNB for my Monster boys
I'm an adaptable writer but at a minimum I'd like at least a couple paragraphs and will try to match the energy of writers who like to go up to a novella length. Third-person only.
I'd love for some partners who put in an equal effort in the planning stage, if you'd like for me to plan everything out I'm afraid I'm not the right partner for you.
OOC chatter and becoming friends is all great! I want there to be a comfortable channel of communications so I can make sure we're both having a good time!
I have never ghosted, I will let you know if I'm no longer feeling it or I become too busy.
No minors please. 20 is my cutoff but I'd like to write with somebody 25+
If anything strikes your interest please send me a DM or comment below!
For fandom RP, if we're doubling I will most likely ask for MxM. But for your half I'm comfortable with MxF or MxNB. (I don't think I could pull off sapphic, sorry)
If I'm looking for a certain CCxCC pairing I'll have it listed, otherwise you can just assume I'm looking for a Double unless you're just really wanting to play such a character.
* Next to the character means I want to take that role
Video games:
My Time at Sandrock
Pen
Qi
Baldur's Gate 3
AstarionxGale
Astarion
Gale
Kar'niss
Tales of Symphonia
LloydxZelos*
Zelos
Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Link
Sidon
(I do have a plot in mind for this fandom! Feel free to ask me for details)
Undertale
Papyrus(Platonic)
World of Warcraft
OC's only. I have many troll characters!
Story of Seasons
Matthew
Gray(64)
Maya
Mass Effect
Garrus Vakarian
Otomege:
Even if Tempest
ConradxAnastasia
Conrad Neuschburn
Tyril I Lister
Code Realize
Saint Germain
Cafe Enchante
Il
Misyr
Rindo
*If you know Japanese and play untranslated Otomege this list isn't exhaustive! Let me know in PMs!
Anime/Movies/Shows
Disney Villains
Hades
Gaston
Jafar
Princess Tutu
*Fakir x Ahiru
Ergo Proxy
Raul Creed
Hazbin Hotel
Alastor
Lucifer
Vinland Saga
OC's only
Strikethrough means I'm no longer looking for that specific plotline at this point in time. Plot is kept vague for intentions of being a springboard to make something equally ours.
*I am flexible playing either dynamic unless specified otherwise!
*Sacrifice
Themes: Horror, Supernatural
Town A has always been exceptionally prosperous. Harvests were always bountiful, weather fair, the animals so placid you could walk straight up to a deer, the water clear and beautiful. With so many blessings abound in this small little village tucked far far into the mountains away from prying eyes of the outside world. Time and time again kingdoms, evil lords, bandits, and more have tried to take this land of a Thousand Blessings for themselves but a powerful creature beyond definition slumbers beneath the land. Only kept quiet and sated by a sacrifice offered to it during the full moon of the Summer Solstice. This year.... Muse A was chosen as the sacrifice.
*I Swear I'm Retired!
Themes:Fantasy, Comedy, Soulmates
After defeating the Big Villain at the end of his journey, the Hero simply just wants to settle down somewhere and live a quiet life. After experiencing a lot of hardships they want to pursue the more mundane dream they always had, try to forget all that they lost along the way, and live a simple life. Just on the cusp of having their name forgotten, the Big Villain storms into their life demanding a rematch! Proclaiming they are destined to fight for all eternity! But the hero refuses, "I'm retired."
*Matthew 25:31-33
Theme: Psychological Horror, Madness, Religious
My Role: The Monster
Born under a star of anathema, Muse A was hated from the very day he was born. As a child he was the lowest in the pecking order, as an adult though he borne no scarlet letter of his own the shame he bore drew their eyes. Eyes, everywhere watching him at all times. Hatred came to a head one day through no fault of his own. The livestock of the village have started to become mysteriously ill, the public well poisoned, these strange happenings all attributed their one scapegoat. Driven finally from the only place he's known he wanders what initially Muse A thought to be a forest. Until he stepped into a realm beyond comprehension and found himself face to face with something so powerful, so terrifying he'd rather brave the pitchforks.
*What is your life worth?
Theme: Horror, Gore/Cannibalism, Toxic Relationships
My Role: The Ghoul
In this world it is customary to offer a stranger a piece of your bread. Not only as a sign of hospitality, but to assure your company is no Ghoul. With the inability to consume anything but the flesh of sapient creatures. Most go mad with hunger or slip up and are found out in civilized places. Morgues and cemeteries are kept under heavy watch. But one man manages to flourish despite the difficulties. The Genie they like to call him, as he has the connections to grant miracles. All for a price. One day, Muse A's life is thrown into the bargain. He's given a chance to live, if he's useful. Or become his next meal.
*Hades andPersephoneThanos
Theme: Angst
Muse A was born with a terrible curse. Taking his parents to Hades shortly after their birth, and dragging those around them shortly after. Just a single touch and a human's life quickly withers away by their touch. At first they tried to isolate themselves entirely to save everyone else. And those, concerned for the cursed muse would come into contact. Craving salvation from their vigil of solitude, until at last by some misfortune they all fell too. When they decide to kill the cursed man once and for all, Hades himself makes his appearance. Immune to the fatal touch, he urges the man instead to embrace what he is. But he offers a bet to free them from their terrible curse.
*Long time no see, Nerd
Theme: Childhood Friends, Horror, Fluff
Muse A and Muse B used to be the best of friends. Muse A came from a family of Knight who came to live with his uncle while infighting was going on back home, while Muse B was a child of one of the families many servants. Being the only child of age, the two were inseparable for years. Until things calmed down in Muse A's home and they were forced to return home to begin training and begin their destiny as a knight. Years later, Muse B has detached themselves from the house and found their own life. Thinking for sure they'd never see their childhood friend again. But when a string of strange and brutal murders start to occur, Muse A returns in charge of investigating the on-going incident. Like he'd never left, Muse A bullies and teases his friend like nothing happened. Unknown to Muse B, he is the next target and Muse A doesn't exactly have official leave...
*De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine
Theme: Religion, Horror, Enemies to Lovers
My Role: The Priest
Within the sanctity of a island, a community thrives separated from the wider world embracing their God. For many years the people lived peaceful lives. Until the whispers of a Witches living amongst them cursing people to death, causing crops to die, or snatching children and sacrificing them to their unholy patron. In response a Holy Order of Inquisitors was established to root out and burn these witches. One such inquisitor stands above the rest, ruthless in his methods and feared by all. Having beheaded a man in the streets once on pure circumstantial evidence, bloodying the once peaceful city. Muse B is one such witch, whom in a show of courage confronts the Grand Inquisitor staying their blade from taking the life of another they know to be innocent. But now.... they've got his attention.
I don't have the muse or already have a plot going with these ideas, but I may find interest again later.
*神隠し(Spirited Away)
Theme: Japanese Mythology, Enemies to Lovers
Muse A was always sensitive to the spirits, and often communicated with the harmless ones such as the Zashiki-warashi or the Hitotsume-kozō. Often times the people in their life might think them strange for it but the other world always fascinated them. That is until they learn the reason they are so sensitive is because they are "shokuji", a meal. When Muse A became of age, a tail of a nine-tailed Kitsune came to visit them offering a fantastic gift. A divine arrow(Or your mcguffin here) that would bind their life to a youkai. If the youkai manages to survive a year with the shokuji, they too will be granted a boon.
*I've waited for a Thousand Years
Themes: Fantasy, Soulmates
Muse A lived a sleepy life, in a sleepy town and for all they knew that was all it would amount to. The biggest stir to happen was when the famed royal mage had a tower erected in town several years ago but even that grew boring when he never came out. But life had not been going so well for Muse A recently, a string of bad luck was making their life fall apart all around them. Until one day when the retired Wizard suddenly pushes himself into Muse A's life. Unfortunately that also attracted a lot of dangerous elements into their life as well!
*The Demon King may have a point?
Themes: Fantasy, Political Intrigue, Worldbuilding
All his life, Muse A has been brought up to know that the Monster Empire was pure evil, heartless, and only wanted to destroy the world. The worst of them, was their king who was said to be completely ruthless and sadistic. With the stories of how they'd destroyed villages, razed towns, and ate humans it may have even started a fire in their heart. That is until Muse A ends up trapped behind enemy lines and inevitably caught. The only one actually keeping them alive is the Demon King?!
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Generic Pairings/Plotlines:
PriestxDemon/Angel
Arranged Marriage/Marriage of Convenience
BullyxNerd
KnightxPrince
PriestxRunaway Convict
Popular KidxAntisocial outcast(College)
Haraguro's
Hidden GenderxBest Friend
Do you have an interest for Monster boys outside Vampires and Werewolves? I do! However these characters are harder to pitch for most generic pairings and plotlines. If any of them interest you please send me a DM with the character you'd like to pair against them and we put our heads together to write a plot!
Name: Varys
Species: Ghoul
Gender Preference: Any
Anyone's first impression with the man is that he is arrogant, toxic, and the very image of an uncivilized monster. Prone to violence, anger, and egotistical boasting. He surrounds himself in all sorts of artistic delights such as art, music, jewelry, anything that he finds beautiful. Men, women, dancers, singers, artists. Adorning himself in beautiful clothes, wearing make up, taking great lengths with his hair, donning jewelry and feather boas. Yet despite his feminine touches he is so overwhelming dominant with everyone he comes across nobody would ever say he's 'girly'. Beneath that arrogant and harsh exterior belies a man who hates killing and wants nothing more than to shed the deal he'd made with the God of Death years ago.
He keeps everyone at arms length, isolating himself intentionally to spare himself the hunger pangs and the temptation from wanting to eat those he is afraid to lose. A romantic at heart who wants nothing more than to treasure someone special with gifts, sweet words, support them sometimes roughly sometimes sweetly to urge them to become the very best version of themselves.
(Can be written to lean toward toxic and brutish or sweet and misunderstood in either direction as my partner's fancy.)
Name: Pan/Peter
Species: Cosmic Horror
Gender Preference: Slight Male Lean
A child of Shub Niggurath devoured at the young age of thirteen his body had spent a long time within the womb of the Old One until his soul was forever changed to grasp the great beyond and know truths that no mortal once could grasp, to see things mortal eyes could not, see and comprehend the vastness of the universe and how small and insignificant his fleeting life was. But his overwhelming desire to cling to the humanity that had been ripped from him so young granted him a form that only looks humans. The seams all obvious the more one looks.
Speaking eloquently like each word was dedicated to a poem he is fanatical with seeing the colors of humanity's darkest and more primal emotions. Hatred, jealousy, lust, greed, but more than anything: Love. He has stood on the sidelines urging people for eons to pursue their dreams, whispering for them to take that temptation that they'd always hung back on. To rescue the scapegoats, the hated. But deep down he desires to be seen, and for someone to tell the words he's wanted to hear all his life. "I'm glad you were born."
Name: Lux
Species: Throne Class Fallen Angel
Gender Preference: Male or Androgynous
Once designated as an Observer, and without a physical form Lux watched the world and humanity for an incomprehensible amount of time. Impartial without emotions, biases, experiences. An eye of the Omnipotent God that was by all means a tool. But then summoned to the mortal plane by a heinous ritual by a heinous man a young and vulnerable form was pulled to Earth. First stealing the body of an animal nearby to possess and manipulate he was slowly but surely changed despite fighting it for as long as possible. Until at last he'd been given a name, grown attached to a human body he'd stolen, and most fatally bloodied his hands with the lifeblood of another human.
Having felt the earth beneath his feet, the brisk touch of the wind, the sting of pain, the peace of a nap on a warm sunny day he'd been corrupted past the point of no return that he'd never be able to return to the Heavens. But the pride of the Fallen Angel is still to allow himself to bend to the human emotions and desires housed in the human body he'd stolen. Will there be one to help him reach the skies once more, or finish his descent as a demon?
In full respect for Sigurd’s anxieties, Ella was always quite cautious about getting closer to him. But, an open invitation snuffed any hesitation. She clambered onto the window-side seat with her legs crossed beside him. Her little body bent forward, so she could look at the pages as well. Reading from upside down proved too difficult for her in the end. The once rambunctious girl held her knees. As expected, hearing him say her name so often made that strange fluttery sensation in her chest reappear. It threatened to make her laugh even when nothing funny was happening!
The story itself was no masterpiece, it was written for young girls after all. About a girl under a fairy tale curse of obedience. Who meets the prince one gloomy day while attending the funeral of his mother. She spoke to him in the tongues of dwarves, ogres, and even the elves! Even managing to win a smile out of the lad who was so sure he had lost it forever. Life didn’t always have plans to keep the two together, she was no princess after all. Forced into home arrest by her mother and made to handle all the house chores. Another chance to meet the prince arrived utilizing an invitation to a magical ball. Yet, her stepmother fearing this sent her away to a finishing school.
But Ella was resourceful and overcame obstacles like ogres and a house arrest. She even rejected the prince's heartfelt proposal! All for the sake of the one she loved.
Her mind did wander as he spoke, what did he mean by, "that’s convenient"? Was it a bad thing? A sign of poor storytelling that Ella neglected to notice? Part of her had been on pins and needles the whole time watching for signs of approval from Sigurd.
Sigurd was smart and mature like an adult despite being only a few years older than her. Was this the difference two years made? He was amazing.
Ella still got emotional when she read books. Got loud when she felt unheard. Became sensitive when somebody pointed out her flaws.
Maybe in two years-
No, three! She would be as mature!
With those thoughts in mind, Ella lay down on her side. It was dangerous, she could already feel the temptation to fall asleep right here but that would be a waste! She was finally able to see him again.
“You have a soothing voice Sigurd. It might be my favorite voice in the whole world. I know you don’t like to talk a lot but, I could listen for hours.”
There was that precious silence. A beautiful contrast to the music that wrapped itself around him after his playing that crystallized what kind of world he’d been. Or so he thought. There was in it’s place something foreign, clapping? Sawyer lowered the bow, first glancing out the window. But that wasn’t where the noise came from. They were nowhere near the field. Was there some childish teasing going on in the hallways?
The aspiring musician froze that moment his eyes caught his stealthy audience. His whole body froze, not even his breath passed through his lungs. He was not supposed to be here. An intense heat rushed to Sawyer’s face.
Shit. Shit. I thought I locked the door!
Wait? Doesn’t this man have any taste? No, he must be here to mock me.
For all his earnest applause, it only made Sawyer put himself more on guard. This was a trap. Willing his body to move once more, he put his instrument back into it’s case. Now that he had a closer and longer look at the man he recognized him. The delinquent sneaking into the back of History. Bold, considering from how often he could answer the professors questions when called upon.
A carefree spirit. How annoying. The worst kind of person to find me.
“Good evening! I apologize, I didn’t even see you there! Nobody uses the Music room this late in the day and the professor’s usually don’t lock up until eight.” Sawyer smiled, a princely expression that betrayed all the paranoia and suspicion circling in his head. It was almost instinctual the way he took a step back when Elijah approached him.
A gesture he tried to smooth over with a feigned and exaggerated shyness where he’d brush his hands against his cheek, then his hair. A nervous glance, they way his feet pointed at him even when he could not bear to look at him. A flattering rejection. Or so he hoped it would seem.
Don’t touch me.
The blush, that was still real. He could hardly understand the light in his eyes, nor the excitement. His playing was amateurish. Any decent critic would have a field day tearing him down. Flattery. This was flattery. Sawyer dispelled the tightness in his chest with a cough.
“A year and a half.” He answered his previous question. Following up with one of his own. “Any chance I could convince you to keep this a secret from everyone? I confess I’m a rather shy performer. Truly, I never thought I was ready for an audience by any stretch of the word.”
From the comfort of his chair, Ku’vahn held a magic orb in his palm. Divination magic was never his specialty, until some hundred years ago when it seemed as though everyone had come to rely on him to solve the mysteries of the world. An expensive hobby, and the clients themselves are entirely thankless in the end. The nature of humans, he had ultimately ruled it as. The preparations for the festival were going ahead as planned.
Ku’vahn never cared to attend before. Such excitement, people, the bustle didn’t appeal to him. None of it could compare to the solitude of his library. Surrounded by the faint smell of old books. Accompanied with a hot drink, and whatever current obsession that gripped him to ease the endless tedium that was his existence. He was alive, but not living. Like a living fossil, that in its peak was something large and terrible. But that old dinosaur was nothing more than a lame and massive creature bowed low by age. A shell of its former self, and still terrifying.
But today was different. Thellen was well into adulthood, carving his own path for his life. There was always that temptation to break down and see him at that instant when his will was weakest. But past failures kept him strong. For the price of failure was far too heavy to bear. He had last time, this time it was no longer an option. The face might not be the same, nor the name, but there were many contradictions to his memory. But nobody ever remained the same.
Not even somebody as unchanging as himself.
“What is it about that elf that interests you so much…?” Senwen, his apprentice came up the stairs, haggard. A tell-tale sign he had exhausted his mana reserves in the task he’d assigned before.
“Are you saying you can’t see it?” The question was deceptively loaded. For his apprentice had a special sight, and he’d bent forward with a smirk on his face. It would be in fact far more interesting if Senwen didn’t see anything.
The smaller troll shifted , he didn’t like where this went. Not at all. “I can see it. And I have a strong suspicion you already know what. That’s why it bothers me.” His not-so-jubilant apprentice narrowed his eyes. He was a man whose very colors represented the very seaside he was born by. The storm of the ocean glittered in his seafoam-colored irises.
“I don’t see why that doesn’t answer your question then, Senwen. Wouldn’t you do the same?”
A brief silence followed. Senwen pushed his glasses up to rest on his forehead, and rubbed at his face with the palms of his hands. “No. Because I also know how disastrous it’s going to likely turn out. Especially for me!”
The mage threw the crystal ball to the other side of the room. Contrary to one's expectations it’d shatter against the floor; it floated into the air. Returning to its rightful pedestal on one of the enchanting tables that were a part of the mage’s library. Kuvi rose, pacing to the nearby window. He was within sight now. The excitement in his heart was…. Indescribable. He’d hardly slept the night before.
“Then I’ll have to rip out the tapestry that says it’s doomed and weave a better one hm? I’m heading out Sen. You should try to enjoy yourself too. Who knows, maybe there will be some lovely orc ladies out tonight?” It was a teasing question, all too aware of the lanky man’s predilections towards women that could princess carry him. The angry blush on his face was what he expected and with a chuckle, he glided down the stairs of his tower.
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Birras, an armored dwarven man greeted Ku’vhan when he left. He was already in celebration mode with a mug of beer in his hand. He’d been scolded and told to not drink on the job many times. Yet his circular arguments always returned to the fact in his homeland a lunch beer was a worker’s right! You’d need three kegs of the same stuff to even get the man tipsy. Ultimately everyone stopped caring.
“Hmmph. Afternoon, Kuvi. Thought ‘cha might not come out today. Keeping in town?” Any suspicions the king of this land might feel toward him, his ‘generously donated’ guards were more than well aware he harbored no ill intents toward the people here.
“That’s right, I’ve decided to try my luck in inviting a handsome boy to attend the festival with me. I’ve decided to wear my finest, think I got a chance?” Half of him was preening quite like the peacock he was. And his description was false, he could not see Thellen hardly impressed with fine silks embroidered and heavy with gold. No, what he had was simpler. A white undershirt, a dark blue coat with minimal detailing to brighten out the color, and a belt around his waist to show off his figure. The rest simple.
“Don’ ave’ an eye fer kind but aye. Reckon for a troll s’one I wouldn’t be against experimentin’ with. If I drank enough pwahaha! G’luck sire.”
“Mimir guide you.” Ku’vhan waved his farewell, offering his usual blessings by the loa he paid patronage to. At least, recently. The god of knowledge, Mimir. A common and popular patron for scholars and mages alike. One whom students were also quite fond of in the years of study.
Just an easy step of the way, Ku’vahn came to a stop when he saw Thellen in the flesh with his companion. There was a whole treasure vault of memories he’d once kept of the time they’d spent together. Irreplaceable and worth more than all the gold in his kingdom to him. Now sealed for who knows how long, would Thellen even want to see it?
Fate, death, kings, dragons, none of it scared him any longer. But this one man’s opinion was everything. He could not fail. He would not fail. Never again. The troll stepped up to stand beneath the boughs of the very tree the half-even harbored himself within. Normally he’d always spent his time looking down at the people he spoke to. To have to look up was a novel experience.
Even from this angle his heart twisted. He was lovely even from here. He wanted to immortalize it into a painting, a song, a poem. Could any or all them contain the breadth of everything that quelled in his chest like an undying tempest?
“Good afternoon. It seems you’ve got the best seat here in all of Neiru. Pardon the pun but, would three be a crowd?”
It made the simple words he spoke feel so hollow. So placid, casual, and nonchalant when he was everything but. He wanted to shout, to scream, sing! These simple words in their place, dared to not even come out. This was the start of everything after all. A thousand years, and this was the best he could come up with when he got there. When this very meeting had been played thousands upon thousands of times all far more charming than this! This felt like an utter mockery but it was preferable to silence. For their story to continue unopened.
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