[center][color=LightSeaGreen][b]~ Hi there! n__n ~[/b][/color]

You can call me cactus, but I'm actually also a [b]marshmallow[/b]. Welcome to my roleplay search thread thing. Take a look around, make yourself at home, and if you want to RP with me, send me a PM! I don't always remember to check the threads so please, please, please PM. <3 

[color=LightSeaGreen][b]Some dumb rules:[/b][/color]
- Roleplay is fun. Fun is [url=http://www.billboard.com/files/styles/review_410/public/weird-al-mandatory-fun-410.jpg]mandatory[/url].
- 18+ writers only, please and thank you. Mature themes possible and likely. <3
- Your characters should also be 18+. I'm 27 for fuck's sake and it just gets weird to even RP with younger characters.
- OOC chat is a must, whether we talk about the RP or not, it just helps to communicate about stuff. If we're already having a convo and one of us has a problem with the RP, it's then much easier to say, "Hey, cactus, wtf?" than to message someone out of the blue after not talking for six weeks. Also, making friends is fun. And what did we say about fun? ([i]You: ... it's mandatory?[/i]) Yes. Good. :'3 Moving on.

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[hider=What I hope for and what you can expect]

Who really knows what they want in life? Fuck, I don't, but I [i]do[/i] have some thoughts on roleplaying....

I'm looking for [b]advanced[/b] roleplayers. To me, "advanced" means that you like to [b]write[/b], you put thought and effort and detail into your posts. Your characters have personalities; they have traits, quirks, and flaws; sometimes they take over your posts and run in a completely different direction than you planned. To me, advanced is not a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gv0H-vPoDc]word count[/url], but a mindset. I like to write my posts as long and detailed as I can without getting gratuitous or flogging a dead horse. Sometimes I get gratuitous anyway if I'm feeling my oats. <3 #sorrynotsorry

See below for a sample intro post of mine. My posts aren't always as long as this example, but this will give you a feel for my writing style and stuff. This is from an arranged marriage, MxM, medieval-fantasy joint featuring a blind playboy prince and his sister's mystery fiance.

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"... and so I've decided to marry your sister off."

Lorenzo's jaw hung slack in amazement. His father had been threatening for his entire life to depose him as the heir to throne of their fair kingdom of Sessaly, though usually in jest or in anger. Lorenzo had never once suspected any truth behind it, and now, not only was he being deposed but Tatianna was being [i]married off[/i] to some foreign clown who would take his place!

Tati had been despondent for days, having locked herself away in her room since she heard the news, refusing food, water, or even to speak to anyone. She had even refused Lorenzo, which was exceedingly rare, for the two were very close and it was almost always Lorenzo who could get her to open up and, after divulging her troubles, crack a smile. He'd been terribly worried about his little sister and was appalled that this news had been kept from him and the new husband and his family were to arrive [i]today![/i]

"Dammit, Father, you-- you can't [i]do[/i] this! [i]I[/i] am the rightful heir to Sessaly and--"

"And blind," King Jeffrey interjected coldly, "and a bachelor to boot. You're [i]twenty-five[/i], Lorenzo, with nary a woman in sight, and... oh, my boy, you can't even [i]read[/i]."

Lorenzo's lips pressed together in fury. He found himself unable to speak lest he say something foolish, but his heart brimmed over with rage. True, he could not read [i]as such[/i] since he could not see the words printed on the page, but that spoke little of his actual intelligence! People had misjudged and underestimated and mocked and derided him his entire life, even his father, but to use this as an excuse to depose him--!

"Some of the, er... council... think that... well, they suppose the accident might've affected your cognition, son. The court sees you flitting about, attending parties and charming everyone, but scarcely a serious thought ever crosses your lips--"

"Why shouldn't I be merry?" Lorenzo insisted. "Why should I spend my days with my head down and--"

"Which is [i]precisely[/i] why I have decided to let Tatianna take over. She is quiet, studious, serious... and she can [i]read[/i]," which was as good as saying 'She's not blind like you,' "and what's more, there is no question of her reproductive ability, either."

"What--! Who-- Father you [i]can't[/i] be serious--" Lorenzo spluttered, his cheeks turning bright red, "who has questioned my... my [i]reproductive[/i]-- of all the ridiculous--"

"Well..." the King began uncomfortably, "to be honest, Lorenzo, most men your age are married, and those that aren't have already sired a passel of bastards amongst the whores and the milkmaids in town... so you see...."

"NO!" Lorenzo cried, now shaking with impotent rage, "As you are so kind to remind me nearly every day of my life, [i]Father[/i], I don't see."

King Jeffrey felt ashamed, but did not budge. Between himself, his advisors, and his wife, it had already long ago been decided that Lorenzo should not inherit the throne. And it wasn't until Tatianna's new husband was confirmed that he could inform his son. And they hadn't had confirmation until that morning, via runner that came ahead of the royal procession.

"Well, our new family arrives today, in a few hours no less, so you had best be ready," the King said wearily. He wanted to comfort his son, to offer some sage advice that would help mollify the young man, but Lorenzo had already turned and begun stalking away toward to door, his anger almost palpable as a black cloud above his head.

"Bartholomew," Lorenzo snapped. His manservant was trailing after him dutifully, and he felt very sorry for Lorenzo, and thought that the King was making a terrible mistake. As the Prince's manservant, he knew that Lorenzo was quite capable and, beneath his playful exterior, was as serious and dutiful as his sister- perhaps even moreso- and would have made a very fine, just ruler. 

"Yes, m'lord?" Bartholomew quickened his pace and opened the door for his master.

"Would you be so kind as to fetch Micah from the stables? I should like to spar a bit before getting dressed."

"Of course, m'lord," Bartholomew said with a bow, and he hurried off to fetch Micah. Micah was one of the finest fighters in the kingdom, famed for his innate skill at wrestling and grappling. Of course, Lorenzo could never hope to beat him, but as a Prince and as a blind person felt it was in his best interests to know how to fight and to practice, and he'd found, over the years, that it was a terrific way to vent the frustrations of his oppressive royal life. 

They met in a small, seldom-used courtyard off the east wing of the castle. Lorenzo knew the path well, but his fingers trailed along the familiar stone walls anyway, just to be sure, since he didn't have his cane. He arrived at the courtyard ahead of Micah and stripped off his shirt and trousers and shoes and stockings and took off the small round black spectacles that hid his mutilated eyes and was left in nothing but his plain white breeches. He began grappling with the air to warm himself up, too furious with his father to wait any longer.

"Alrigh', Lorenzo?" Micah called, grinning broadly as he saw the tall, dark man sparring with shadows. The stable boy was honored to be of service to his Prince in such a capacity and Lorenzo had insisted on being on a first-name basis with one another. It somehow made the playing field more level; Lorenzo [i]never[/i] wanted Micah to let him win and had thought that if the boy called him "Lorenzo" instead of "Your Highness" or some such nonsense he would be more likely to put up a decent fight. It had worked. Lorenzo had never won, but Micah had taught him much, and now the blind prince was a fair enough fighter to at least give the young bull a run for his money.

They wrestled for nearly an hour in the quiet courtyard, with Bartholomew the only spectator. All was silent except for the gentle scraping of bare feet against the cobblestones and the occasional grunt or slapping of palms against flesh. Lorenzo was so angry he very nearly beat Micah that day, but ultimately the young man bested his Prince by virtue of his sight and skill. He wrestled Lorenzo to the ground and finally pinned him to the count of three. Lorenzo stopped struggling and finally felt easy enough to grin as Micah helped him to his feet. Both young men were bathed in sweat and breathless but the match seemed to have done the trick.

"Good game, lad," Lorenzo said, slapping Micah jovially on the shoulder. Micah laughed a little and shrugged, unwilling to admit how close Lorenzo had come to beating him and unaware that Lorenzo knew. "I thank you kindly for coming up here on such short notice. I am having... er... [i]difficulties[/i] with my Father, and I need to be, er... on my [i]good behavior[/i] for a, er... diplomatic meeting this afternoon." 

"Alrigh'," Micah said again, laughing in bewilderment. He had no idea what Lorenzo meant, but the Prince looked considerably calmer than he had before, so Micah understood that his job was done. "Usual time tomorrow, then?"

"Aye," Lorenzo agreed. "Until then." He waved, and headed off in the direction of his own chambers to prepare to meet Tatianna's new husband.

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Tatianna had been roundly scolded by her mother that morning for her childish behavior. As a woman of twenty, she had [i]no business[/i] locking herself up in her room and hiding from the world like that. But Tati was more than stricken over being married off to some goon from another kingdom; she had a love of her own and the thought of marrying anyone else made her heart shrink in terror and grief. But her mother had coaxed and goaded her out of the room, bathed her, and gotten her dressed, though she still refused to eat.

Tatianna was uncommonly lovely, with long, flaxen hair, enormous brown eyes, and a cherubic little mouth perfectly suited to simpering and kissing (but more often than not pressed into a hard, uncompromising little line). She was quite short and already very slender at the waist with strangely wide hips and bust. But today, even her best-fitted dress hung a bit loose over her body and she was too dejected to stand straight. The usual serious beauty of her face was clouded with sadness and her brow was low, her skin pale and almost grey as she waited in the throne room to receive her new husband.

Lorenzo knew that he was the polar opposite of Tati in nearly every way. Where she was short and frail, he was uncommonly tall and broad-shouldered and, given his penchant for physical activity, quite strong. She was serious, studious and quiet; Lorenzo was jovial and given to frivolity. Tati preferred to dress in modest, muted clothes, while Lorenzo left it to Bartholomew to help him dress as flamboyantly as possible. Where Tati was blonde and fair, Lorenzo was dark; he had shoulder-length black hair, his complexion tended swarthy, and before the accident all those years ago his eyes had been sparkling and black. 

Now his eyes were scarred over with strange masses of corded scar tissue. He had been (rather unkindly) advised by his father to don the dark glasses, since some found Lorenzo's deformity off-putting. Lorenzo supposed he could understand. At first he had resented the glasses, but Bartholomew had informed him, and quite correctly, that they lent Lorenzo an air of mystery and eccentricity which was quite befitting of his gregarious personality, and now, dressed all in black, so tall, with his black hair and black glasses and black cane and fine white gloves, Lorenzo did indeed cut an intimidating and impressive figure. 

Lorenzo strode in to the throne room, now clean and resplendent in his favorite black brocade, embroidered all over with delicate gold leaves. He'd never seen the outfit himself, but he had been told by Bartholomew that it was a formidably ostentatious look. And though he could not see himself now, Lorenzo certainly felt formidable, as he took his place beside the throne and put his hand on Tati's shoulder. Her small, cold hand rested gently over his, and he could feel her trembling terribly. Lorenzo wanted to take her in his arms and give her shelter and solace and hear her troubles, but now was not the time, for the new family, whose name they did not yet even know, were being shown in.

Queen Merriwether wore a gown so voluminous and lacy and pale pink that she resembled a walking cake. Her complexion was fair like Tati's and her figure was rather plump and comfortable, squeezed by a corset into an appealing hourglass shape. And it was she who came forward as the two young men and their entourage entered the throne room.

"Welcome!" she cried, throwing her arms open, "My dear boys, [i]welcome[/i] to our fair Kingdom of Sessaly! [i]Do[/i] come in!" She embraced both of the young men in turn, first Richard, then Daniel, clutching them tenderly to her ample bosom. Then she turned, with one hand lightly touching Daniel's shoulder, and swept her arm back toward where Lorenzo and Tati stood together, and where Jeffrey sat on the grand-looking, bejeweled throne. King Jeffrey smiled welcomingly at the young men, but could not help feeling a secretly guilty at seeing his daughter look so dejected. And she did. Tatianna, who usually put on exemplary manners at court, simply stared at the two newcomers with hollow eyes and a solemn mouth. 

"May I present my daughter, Tatianna, my son, Lorenzo, and my husband, King Jeffrey," the Queen cooed. Lorenzo waved and forced himself to smile brightly enough for himself and for his sister, for though he could not see her he knew well enough that she could not smile just now. He gave her shoulder a squeeze, then, with his cane tucked under one arm, he stepped forward in the direction of his mother's voice and put out a hand to greet the newcomers.

"Tis a pleasure to meet you, my new brothers!" he cried, coming to embrace them as well, first Richard, then Daniel. Then Lorenzo paused with his rather large hand on Daniel's shoulder, his brows knitting in momentary confusion. "Now-- which of you is it marrying my beautiful little sister?" [/hider]

Just write what feels good and comfortable for you that gets your point across. If that means responding to my 15 paragraphs with 4, that's fine. That said, I know it's helpful to set a general expectation for post length. I don't really mind the length of your posts as long as I have something to work with. Generally, 2-3 paragraphs (or more! :D) is what I hope for from you. You can routinely expect 3-5 paragraphs from me on average, or [b]significantly[/b] more, depending on the story and how excited I am about the story. The above is exceptionally long because it was an intro, but I have had roleplays where the posts regularly approach that length.  

Post frequency is not an issue for me, if you can only post once or twice a week, that's fine! If you're going away and can let me know, it would be much appreciated, because RPs have such a high mortality rate I tend to write them off as dead after 4-5 days and that's just sad. I generally aim to post once a day, sometimes more, especially on weekends; sometimes it might be a day or two between posts depending what's going on IRL. Sometimes I unexpectedly am away for longer than that, please PM me if you want cause I won't always know or remember to notify you. This doesn't mean the RP is dead, just that cactus can be an absent-minded spaz.

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[hider=On plots and marshmallows]

PLOT WITH ME. 

PLOT. WITH. ME. 

As per my OOC chat rule, please talk to me about the plot. It generates interest and excitement. You don't have to reveal any twists you might have up your sleeve, but let's keep talking about the RP as we go. I like to gush. I like to plot, and cackle, and rub my hands together. Surprises are nice, too, that's fine! But let's plot story arcs and stuff. It's fun. And fun is what? ([i]You: *groan* mandatory[/i]) Das right. :D

Plot is important. Plot is what makes the RP worth all this time and effort. Without plot, you just have word vomit. And vomit is only fun in [i]very[/i] specific contexts. X) This is (probably) not one of them.

Okay, people, now it's time to level: I'm a complete and total marshmallow. Plot is important to me. Romance is also important to me. They don't have to be love at first sight, it doesn't have to be fluff-fest, but, I love/want/crave romance in my stories. But romance is only interesting with plot, no PWP here, please and thank you.

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[hider= The fun stuff <3]

Okay! On to the [b][color=red]f[/color][color=darkorange]u[/color][color=yellow]n[/color] [color=lawngreen]s[/color][color=green]t[/color][color=dodgerblue]u[/color][color=darkviolet]f[/color][color=fuchsia]f[/color]~[/b] genres and pairings!

I enjoy dark themes, settings, etc., but I can also get down with some light-hearted fluff. It depends, I think, on how you and I mesh and how our characters get along. But my more successful RPs tend to be darker romances that play out like some luscious soap opera.

I can do MxF, MxM, or FxF. Gender and sexuality are all open for me. That said, [b]I generally prefer to play males[/b]. Don't get me wrong, I love women, I enjoy RPing with women and as women, I love a good strong feminist female character. I just, for some reason, gravitate toward male roles. So I don't really mind what type of pairing or genre or what, but in general I like to play mans. :3

[center] [color=LightGreen][b]Pairings and Genres[/b][/color]
(An asterisk (*) means I have plot ideas)
(In all but one of these pairings, I don't have a strong preference for which role I play. We can discuss this further as we're plotting!)
(Of course I'm open to other genres and pairings. If you have a craving/idea just PM me about it!)

[color=LightSeaGreen][b]Modern[/b][/color]
Doctor x Patient *
College Professor x Student
Celeb x Stalker
Stockholm Syndrome
Love Triangle (or other polygon)

[color=LightSeaGreen][b]Victorian[/b][/color]
Steampunk *
Steampunk Mad Scientist x Someone
Doctor x Patient *
Vampire x Human Slave *

[color=LightSeaGreen][b]Medieval/Fantasy[/b][/color]
Mage x Mage
Mage x Royal/Noble
Royal/Noble x Commoner/Vagrant/Wanderer
Royal/Noble Recluse x Servant

[color=LightSeaGreen][b]Sci-Fi[/b][/color]
Space Pirates
Forbidden/Taboo Alien Love

[color=LightGreen][b]Plot [url=http://michaelprescott.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451574c69e2017c381a07e0970b-pi]Bunnies[/url][/b][/color]
(These aren't really full plots, more like detailed premises. Let me know what you think! Other Stuff will happen in these plots, obviously, these are just ideas to get the ball rolling.)
(If you have a plot bunny PLEASE TELL ME! I am not married to these by any means. Or if you like one of these but have other ideas about it, I'm open to it, just PM me. n__n)
(I don't know why but I have all these frikken plots involving doctors. IDFK.)

[hider= Dr. Munchausen]

Character A has [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Munchausen_syndrome]Munchausen syndrome[/url], a disorder in which they deliberately make themselves ill, injured, or fake psychological trauma. Why they do this is up to whoever is writing Character A - maybe they were neglected as a child, by a spouse, etc.; maybe they're just nuts. Then Character A falls in love with Character B, their (probably very attractive and solicitous and young) doctor. They flirt, but when Character A keeps showing up in Character B's hospital, Character B becomes suspicious, but conflicted, as their feelings toward Character A get stronger and more complicated.

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[hider= Save Me]

Probably somewhat similar to the above. Character A is in an abusive relationship (father, sibling, roommate, coworker, SO, the possibilities are endless~) and winds up in the hospital, where maybe Character B is the one who develops a crush. Character A lands back in the hospital-- are they harming themselves, or still being abused? It's not clear, but the more time A and B spend around each other, the more they're attracted to each other. But Character A's abuser is mentally unstable, so they have to be careful....

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[hider= The Good Doctor]

If you've never seen this film, it's pretty interesting. The premise is that the doctor just moved to town from another country; he's desperately lonely and depressed. He falls in love with one of his patients and deliberately makes them sick so that they can see one another.

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[hider= Behind Closed Doors]

A transvestite living as the opposite gender has to see a doctor for whatever reason, and the doctor has to see them unclothed and discovers their "secret". The transvestite wants this kept quiet (it's up to the writer why) and is afraid the doctor will out them (it's up to the writer why the doctor would/wouldn't disclose). For whatever reasonsa, they keep seeing each other, develop feelings, etc.

This is the only plot I have a strong preference for as far as pairings. I would prefer to play the doctor, and that this be MxM.

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[hider= Dirigibles and Submersibles]

In a nutshell: Steampunk Robin Hood. 

Doesn't that sound fucking awesome.

Our characters go around stealing from the rich and giving to the poor (duh) but in steampunk Victorian era, flying around in dirigibles and pulling off heists and stuff. Maybe even some vigilantism in there, pirate-y flavors, I don't know, PM me and we'll work out something totally rad :D

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[hider= Tainted Love]

A vampire posing as a human recluse hires a servant. The servant finds out that the noble is a vampire, but instead of just killing them the vampire decides that they like the servant and want to keep them around to, y'know, sahk their blahd, and stuff.

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