LF literate rp partner :] (closed for now)

LF literate rp partner :] (closed for now)
Posted 2024-05-23 14:24:56 (edited) #1207229 hiya!! ive been writing since i discovered wattpad at like 11 years old but I've taken a break and wanna try and ease back into writing consistently again! some things to know: - only comfy roleplaying with adults as I'm 22 - im 8 hours ahead of wolvden time tho im active for most of the day to do my tasks! ill prolly disappear around 4-5pm WD time :] - sometimes i get burnt out and won't reply a lot. i will try and reply at least a few times a day, one at the very least - I've never done feral rp but im willing to try! im familiar with warrior cats :3 - happy to rp on here or discord, whatever works best for u - im a literate roleplayer and will always respond with at least one paragraph, please do the same - happy to talk/get to know each other before the rp but if u dont want that that's fine too ^^ going ooc during the rp is also fine likes: - romance-wise im only interested in doing fxf cause women <333 (im a lesbian who isn't interested in playing a man. if u wanna play a man that's fine just no romance yknow) - i like horror/gore/fantasy themes but i can also do slice of life stuff - ANGST!!! i love writing angst >:3 hurt/comfort <333 - mature themes are fine as long as its not NSFW - fandom rp but ONLY if its the Owl House betas...i love them so very much would also LOVE to do the owl house oc rp!!!! i love to worldbuild and make lore for the boiling isles let me infodump to you!!!! dislikes: - no trying to force NSFW, im not comfy roleplaying that sorta thing, esp with someone im not close to - ghosting partners, if smth comes up pls tell me!!! i dont mind taking a break!! if ur not gonna be online for an extended period of time, let me know! - short responses. idk how to reply if i only get like 2 sentences what to expect from me: a lot of the characters i play/enjoy writing are deranged women with dark backstories who are a little unhinged >:3 whether or not we do romance, they Will be queer because i like to relate my own experiences in my characters. i don't have a lot of ocs,,,so i may create a character for the rp since im an artist :3 if ur interested then reply or pm me! sorry in advance if i seem awkward at first its the autism 😔 writing example: (from an old fic) It was hard to describe the feeling of truly, finally reaching your limit. But as Amelia Blight sat in her room, lights off (it was past curfew), the constant hum of the underfloor heating the only thing keeping her company, she felt like something had tipped. Something had tipped and now water was spilling over the edges, pooling around her heart, her lungs, and eventually settling deep into her stomach. She felt sick. The floorboards creaked under her weight as she stood up. The alarm clock that sat on her bedside table read 1:05am in bright green numbers. She shuffled over to the other side of her room on feet as light as feathers. Her house was big, sure, but that didn't stop the lightning bolt of anxiety that settled uncomfortably in her chest at the consequences of making sudden, loud movement. A pink bomber jacket was slung lazily over her desk chair, dropped there as soon as she'd gotten home from school that afternoon, and had promptly taken a power nap before her parents arrived home from their business meeting. A shiver ran down her back, silent delight at the plan forming in her mind as she pulled the soft fabric over her bare arms. Her lungs felt like they were filling up with water. It was early January, just after Christmas break. Frost crunched under Amelia's boots as she wove her way down the driveway and through the thick, heavyset gates. They had been opened prematurely for a delivery coming in the next morning so she didn't have to bother fiddling with the codes or worry about accidentally setting off alarms. Her breaths came out as white billows as she walked down the pitch-black roads. She lived a little ways from the town she went to school in but knew that starting her car at this hour was a recipe for disaster. Plus, she didn't mind the walk. The chill bit at her exposed face, reddening her cheeks and nose but she found the sensation to be fulfilling. Grounding. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. Her breaths were coming out short and quick, her throat stinging in the cold. And she couldn't find it in herself to care. She felt heavy and light at the same time, her steps felt like she was shouldering an impossible weight, digging her feet into the small clumps of snow that had gathered around the side of the road. But she didn't pay mind to it at all. Because she had never known any other feeling.	nyakashi 🏳️‍🌈 #133871

Posted 2024-05-23 14:24:56 (edited)

#1207229

hiya!! ive been writing since i discovered wattpad at like 11 years old but I've taken a break and wanna try and ease back into writing consistently again!

some things to know:
- only comfy roleplaying with adults as I'm 22
- im 8 hours ahead of wolvden time tho im active for most of the day to do my tasks! ill prolly disappear around 4-5pm WD time :]
- sometimes i get burnt out and won't reply a lot. i will try and reply at least a few times a day, one at the very least
- I've never done feral rp but im willing to try! im familiar with warrior cats :3
- happy to rp on here or discord, whatever works best for u
- im a literate roleplayer and will always respond with at least one paragraph, please do the same
- happy to talk/get to know each other before the rp but if u dont want that that's fine too ^^ going ooc during the rp is also fine

likes:
- romance-wise im only interested in doing fxf cause women <333 (im a lesbian who isn't interested in playing a man. if u wanna play a man that's fine just no romance yknow)
- i like horror/gore/fantasy themes but i can also do slice of life stuff
- ANGST!!! i love writing angst >:3 hurt/comfort <333
- mature themes are fine as long as its not NSFW
- fandom rp but ONLY if its the Owl House betas...i love them so very much
would also LOVE to do the owl house oc rp!!!! i love to worldbuild and make lore for the boiling isles let me infodump to you!!!!

dislikes:
- no trying to force NSFW, im not comfy roleplaying that sorta thing, esp with someone im not close to
- ghosting partners, if smth comes up pls tell me!!! i dont mind taking a break!! if ur not gonna be online for an extended period of time, let me know!
- short responses. idk how to reply if i only get like 2 sentences

what to expect from me:
a lot of the characters i play/enjoy writing are deranged women with dark backstories who are a little unhinged >:3 whether or not we do romance, they Will be queer because i like to relate my own experiences in my characters.

i don't have a lot of ocs,,,so i may create a character for the rp since im an artist :3

if ur interested then reply or pm me! sorry in advance if i seem awkward at first its the autism 😔

writing example: (from an old fic)
It was hard to describe the feeling of truly, finally reaching your limit. But as Amelia Blight sat in her room, lights off (it was past curfew), the constant hum of the underfloor heating the only thing keeping her company, she felt like something had tipped. Something had tipped and now water was spilling over the edges, pooling around her heart, her lungs, and eventually settling deep into her stomach. She felt sick.

The floorboards creaked under her weight as she stood up. The alarm clock that sat on her bedside table read 1:05am in bright green numbers. She shuffled over to the other side of her room on feet as light as feathers. Her house was big, sure, but that didn't stop the lightning bolt of anxiety that settled uncomfortably in her chest at the consequences of making sudden, loud movement. A pink bomber jacket was slung lazily over her desk chair, dropped there as soon as she'd gotten home from school that afternoon, and had promptly taken a power nap before her parents arrived home from their business meeting. A shiver ran down her back, silent delight at the plan forming in her mind as she pulled the soft fabric over her bare arms. Her lungs felt like they were filling up with water.

It was early January, just after Christmas break. Frost crunched under Amelia's boots as she wove her way down the driveway and through the thick, heavyset gates. They had been opened prematurely for a delivery coming in the next morning so she didn't have to bother fiddling with the codes or worry about accidentally setting off alarms. Her breaths came out as white billows as she walked down the pitch-black roads. She lived a little ways from the town she went to school in but knew that starting her car at this hour was a recipe for disaster. Plus, she didn't mind the walk.

The chill bit at her exposed face, reddening her cheeks and nose but she found the sensation to be fulfilling. Grounding. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. Her breaths were coming out short and quick, her throat stinging in the cold. And she couldn't find it in herself to care. She felt heavy and light at the same time, her steps felt like she was shouldering an impossible weight, digging her feet into the small clumps of snow that had gathered around the side of the road. But she didn't pay mind to it at all. Because she had never known any other feeling.

nyakashi 🏳️‍🌈
#133871

Posted 2024-05-23 18:30:45

#1207321

hello pm me!

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LF literate rp partner :] (closed for now)

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