1x1 discord rps [novella]
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1x1 discord rps [novella]
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Posted 2021-11-21 16:19:16 (edited)
hello there!! my name is vin/vinnie and i go by she/her pronouns. i have been roleplaying for ~9 years at this point and have a plethora of stories that i've written on the side. i kind of got out of wrap with the whole roleplaying thing, but i was able to jump back in about 6ish months ago- and i wanted to try out 1x1 roleplays again! i am quite talkative outside of the roleplay itself- but forgive me, i'm a little bit shy. requirements. grammar/literacy - i prefer to write in third person in past tense- and while it's always fun to experiment, i kindly ask that my partners do the same! first person can be tricky to expound upon because it limits the 'knowledge' of the author- and present tense limits the storyline as well as the story-telling abilities. with that in mind, i am usually quite literate and enjoy writing large samples. however, i don't particularly mind semi-literate partners. just know that i match my partners!! this, of course, don't apply to situations dependant upon my or your response- such as dialogue or fighting. frequency/communication - i am a fulltime student with free hours usually late in the evening. this means that i am only really able to respond about once a day- and if only once a week, during the weekends. if you expect daily and multiple posts consistently- i am unfortunately not the partner for you! that being said, i do get fatigue spells and pushing it only makes it worse. this means that i might take breaks- and i'm fine with you doing the same! all i ask is that you notify me :) side characters - i love side plots!! it's always fun to be imaginative and realize that our main characters are not the only people in the universe. and so, while i don't mind playing multiple characters- i ask that you be willing to do the same! romance preferences - i am a killer for romance- and i'd love it if you were too. however, i am really only comfortable with doing mxf- preferably the female roles. though, to be honest- i don't really mind the tiny details. i could do either or! drama - as i mentioned above, i really do enjoy the lovey-dovey stuff! but with it, i like a little bit of angst- spice, if you will. that being said, i ask that you are okay with such themes, as i do include mature themes in my roleplays. fandoms. red dead redemption (rdr) supernatural (spn) - preferable! attack on titan (aot) maze runner beastars ⭸this list might grow- but this is about all that i can think of right now… don't be shy to ask be about certain fandoms though!! settings. fandoms didn't interest you? that's fine! take a look at these extra setting ideas - ⭸organized crime ⭸medieval ⭸apocalyptic - this one steals my heart roleplay example. Emerald melted into mauve tides as the ocean dug its talons into the coal-black sands of generations before. Even through fruitless labors, it unburied no treasures– only the washed-out footprints of those who walked before them. It was simple- so incredibly simple. And while mundane expectations sprawled across the landscapes of her mind, patterns such as this always remained disappointing. Their lackluster ridges were yet a reminder of the mold which it refused to escape– the one predestined before the earth stretched upon her untimely dawn. And yet, without it– even in its mild manners and distinguished excitement, it was, perhaps, necessary. Though, still, necessity had grown dull and tedious within its own rights– nipping at a girl who's judgements were misplaced and weakened as day dissipated into night. Terror curved her lips into a hideous form, wrinkles piercing their edges with rosy intent. A burn swallowed all that was left within her throat– replacing emotions with waves of volcanic discomfort. The words, though symbolic in nature, drew their keen way about the dips of her hippocampus– clinging to its surface like sweat against her forehead. It was overwhelming– a feeling that could only be collated with the sweetest of stars in the expanse of the heavens. So delicate in figure, but bursting with flames reconciled and old. Her pools, in their hues of warm, spring growth, bore into the male with a sense unparalleled. 'Is this what you really wanted?' The echo of every syllable bounced throughout her mind– sending a cold, harsh flicker of unease to trickle down her spine. Her answer to such a retort was convoluted– strained in every sense of the verb. Want was an unnecessary term in a situation as this– need was much better suited for any and all mannerisms in which he might be addressing. She had desired nothing– only required for the thirst in which her existence thrived to be extinguished; eliminated. She had minimal consideration for the beings which breathed around her. Their moments were futile– only the dim spark of a match before age curls its death-like grip about it. Her's, on the other hand, were eternal. Not in their literal duration– but in their viewpoint. 'Forever' was inane without truly living it– without drinking every second through one's own sleepy eyes. Otherwise, what worth does it even have? If not your own life, then who's? Tendrils of guilt twisted about her shivering pupils– though their extent was short-lived, as her eyelashes were swift to pluck them from their positions. A smile nestled within her jaws as her brow deepened in its furrow. Her face became a picture of disbelief– joy too dissipated to control what grief that was too far subsided. "What else would I have wanted, Dean?" Each syllable fell in a breathy timbre– as though their oxygen had been snatched through the man's depleting tone. "This was my– our goal. We've waited so long to get to this moment– to be able to stand here." Her cranium began to shake in an incredulous manner, sunken through his verbal beatings. "This wasn't how we were supposed to do i–" "Who cares?" Her fingers, snowy through taught skin, reached outward– gingerly begging to run their path along the painted canvas which was his face. How lovely was he– to now be utterly shaken through disgust. It was an emotion she had often seen plastered upon his face– often wavered in her direction. Even in her disdain for the look he often gave her, it was familiar– comfortable, even, in the correct circumstances. But here– it was nothing but heart-wrenching. Reaching this moment was to be monumental– perhaps, mostly on her part– but his own orbs were meant to convey the same, shared relief and excitement. She would do most anything to grasp the feelings such a look would provide for her– the ripple of consolation and adoration. Though, even now– she was unsure of how such a thing would even be obtainable. Without her touch even gracing his features, the man seemed to snap backwards– repulsed by even the idea of her palm smoothing out his doubt. The discretion sculpted upon her lips hardened and cracked, shifting into a ripple of confusion as her fingers slid towards her own side once more. "Who cares?" The words had appeared to have lost their intent– the shrouded cloak of shadowy objective which devoured them dripping into the gravel beneath her toes. They were nothing but vain ash– the quiet remnants of something once great– but not any longer. She hadn't anticipated that. Truly, she hadn't anticipated anything. The woman hadn't been betting on loyalty as though it were some figmented horse with a race banner secured across its back– she had believed it, storing any and all credence within her upon his shoulders. And yet, with his lack of responsibility– with his distrust gallivanting before her, she didn't quite feel betrayed– or, really even left behind. No– it was neither of those sugary embraces which impressed against her cold neck– it was despondency which nibbled at the cavity within her chest, creating a harsh grating against the strings of her heart. No amount of discouragement could displace the emotions she succumbed to in that very moment– at what point had this all become so self-absorbed? Her peridot quarters traced the outlines of the boy in momentary distress. Only silence evolved at the rims of her lips– and even that denied the opportunity of kissing the dark's candied form. He was right– and yet, even with such an acknowledgement, she couldn't help but repudiate such terrible whispers. His accuracy aimed to deconstruct her success– it was the singular thing in the grand universe of endless possibilities and things beyond age blocking her path of wrathful glory– like a speck of dust relating to a massive sneeze. To agree would be acceptance. To defy would be emancipation. What had she done? When did the opposing offers begin to sound so delightful in their own right? And most importantly: why could she not differentiate the benefits of choosing between her family and herself? In previous years, she would have, without a note of hesitation, dove into whatever mannerisms savored those around her. And yet, before her, in tangible distance, was the very occasion she had dreamed about. Though now, in the mangled absence of light, the lines had begun to blur into one another– forming an amalgamation beyond her own recognition. She had tripped into humanity's classic trap once again. Fiery spews of infernos had withered within the reach of the omniscient and pansophical spite of jet-black expanses. The cycle had continued. Selfishness had persevered. if you're interested- go ahead and send me a dm on discord with a little bit about you and an rp example! my tag is him#6283 |
 vinniee #34530 |
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Posted 2022-08-02 10:41:15
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Aurora #66390 |