• Please be aware that my writing speed may be hindered by work, anxiety, ADHD, or a variety of other offline factors.
• At the moment, my schedule is rather sporadic. Due to this, I cannot promise when or if I'll be online everyday.
• In terms of posting speed, you can expect anywhere from several posts a week to one per month.
• I welcome the occasional poke to respond. Constant or hostile reminders will be ignored.

• I'll write anywhere from a sentence to two or three paragraphs. Generally speaking, I aim to match my partner's length.
• I prefer to play male characters, but I am flexible to play female, transgender, and androgynous characters too.
• I've been Roleplaying for about ten years now and have written on multiple platforms (ex: Tumblr, Discord, etc).
• I'm "hit or miss" with romance, but I don't mind it appearing. I'm comfortable with writing MxF, MxM, and FxF.
• I write in third person perspective, but I am flexible to write in first person perspective upon request.
• I prefer to double though I can and will also settle for using NPCs instead.
• I don't care for character sheets, but I'll produce them upon request.

• Slice of life bores me and I have little interest in writing it. This includes high school, college, and campground settings.
• I will not tolerate any form of godmodding, metagaming, or the act of forcing romance onto my characters.
• I only use art, anime imagery, or written descriptions for the physical appearances of my characters.
• There is no room for Gary Stus, Mary Sues, or otherwise boring characters in my Roleplays.
• I will only write taboo or uncomfortable topics with trusted Roleplay partners.
• I have no interest in writing futanari or anthropomorphic characters.
• I have little interest in writing smut, sorry.

• I am willing to hand out my Discord or email to any partner that asks. My inbox is always open as well.
• I consider myself to be an "aggressive" (see: dom) Roleplayer, but I am willing to act passively too.
• I love to plot and discuss with my Roleplay partners! Friendship is a welcome bonus.
• In the case of a hiatus (or semi-hiatus), all partners will be notified.

• An individual that is interested in what we are writing and able to bring fresh ideas to the table.
• This isn't required, but I would prefer to have a partner that enjoys OOC chatter and plotting.
• Someone with relatively decent grammar and who does not Roleplay in script.
• Partners of any writing level, age, and/or gender identity are all welcome.
• Someone who is willing to deal with my sluggish responses.

• Harvest Moon
• Animal Crossing
• Tales Of Symphonia
• Tales Of The Abyss
• Tales Of Innocence
• Tales Of Vesperia
• Tales Of Graces f
• Tales Of Xillia (2)
• Tales Of Beseria
• Fire Emblem: Awakening
• Fire Emblem: Fates
• Fire Emblem: Three Houses
• Pokémon
• Left 4 Dead (2)
• TellTale's The Walking Dead
• Dead By Daylight
• Aura Kingdom
• Soul Eater
• RWBY
• My Hero Academia (Season 1)
• Attack On Titan!
• Supernatural (Season 1-9)
• Warrior Cats

• A plot focused on Pokémon gijinkas.
• A crossover consisting of two or more medias.
• A retelling of Tales Of Beseria, but with a different cast and ending.
• A detective story or otherwise set in the universe of Detective Pikachu.
• An exploration of what occurs with the Twelve Heroes after their defeat of Grima (Future Past DLC).

• Supernatural Creature x Authority (ex: knight, police, royalty, etc)
• Supernatural Creature x Supernatural Creature
• Supernatural Creature x Supernatural Hunter
• Supernatural Creature x Human
• Time Traveler x Future/Past Person
• Online Friend x Online Friend
• Royalty x Commoner
• Royalty x Servant/Knight

• A Roleplay based on these notes.
• A historical forbidden romance set in World War I or World War II.

Lancers [+]

After a brutal nuclear war, the world is left in shambles and civilization crumbles. As old traditions fall away, a particularly strange one arises many centuries later. In an attempt to keep peace between three warring factions (the Wealthy, Poor, and Exiled), it is decided that a tournament will be held every two years. The victor will have access to the least radiated lands and the most resources for two years to follow. Sending six players armed with only a farmer's scythe into an arena, each faction can only hope that they will emerge victorious.​

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alien invasions • aliens • alternate history • androids • angst • anime • apocalypse • AUs • civil war • conspiracy theories • creepy aesthetics • dimension hopping • disabilities • diseases • drama • dystopian • emotional torture • exploration • fictional racism • fictional slavery • folklore • forbidden romance • futuristic technology • history • horror • hurt/comfort • LGBTQA+ • Lovecraft • mental illnesses • mental institutes • multiverses • mythology • nuclear warfare • oppression • political tension • social tension • supernatural • survival • time travel • torture • tragedy • twisted fairy tales • warfare • wild west

Archived character sheets can be found here.

• Ashton Miller

• Hawke Celurian

• Coming soon.

• Maya Reynolds
• Noel Wilson

• Oliver Reed
• Celica Martinez

• Mari Suya

Medium [+]

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It snowed that morning.

Snowfall was considered to be a good omen in Tethe'alla, but Hawke Celurian could not disagree more. It was during cold weather when the birds vanished and so did his entertainment. Little distracted him quite like the small avians that fluttered about just outside his window. Hours spent mulling over military strategies with Polaris was truthfully filled with watching birds glide about. It was also filled with a desire to leave his own cage. This was an impossible possibility, however, and one that was frequently shoved out of sight. Out of sight and out of mind, but not quite. Hawke still yearned for anything other than the throne and perhaps that was why he was so fixated with taking the one that Princess Annabelle sat upon.

He had truthfully never met the princess, but he loathed her all the same. She was just another naive soul that would be crushed in his continuous rise to power. He needed some of the resources that her nation offered and he needed them now. He imagined that no fairy tale wedding would save her kingdom in the end. Although it was almost entirely filled with snow and ice, Tethe'alla was much larger than hers. Both in size and population. Waging war with her country would likely be an easy victory. Or so he had hoped.

Large [+]

_{Location: Homestead -> Red Bridge}

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It was winter when Oliver Reed had gone to sleep and it was still winter when he awoke the next morning.

That didn't stop the mayor from ringing him at an un-goddessly hour, however. The first signs of spring were apparently in bloom and all were invited to see for themselves. Doubtful, but okay. That was still fine with Oliver. He truthfully had little to do today and welcomed the opportunity to leave home for a few hours. Cinnamon and Storm were his only saving grace at the homestead yet even they did little to ease perpetual anxiety. He hated acting idle. Between throwing together a last minute dish and keeping social appearances, it would be hard to get lost in his own head for right now. Winter was hard like that, but spring was alright. Oliver liked spring for the most part. "Yes, of course! I'll be there for sure! I greatly look forward to what bounties our Goddess has blessed us with this year!"

The optimism was as fabricated as his carefully crafted life of lies. These people were fools to be excited by the first sign of flower petals, but who was he to ruin their fun? The least that he could do was throw together a dish of some kind as a peace offering. He was atrocious at baking and fishing, so those options were ruled out. There was other alternatives, however. "Pancakes? Those are easy to make and I'm sure that Ferris would eat them if nobody else did."

"Yeah, pancakes. I'd have to be an idiot to ruin those." The commentary was directed towards an oversized rabbit that was silently moving about the household. The poor thing was probably freezing from this cold - Oliver certainly knew that he was. Winter was literally the worst season to exist and he saw no benefits to it. When the chill came on his birthday ever year, he had grown to dread the coming weeks. Winter slowed certain businesses in Root River, killed crops, and came with snow that piled upon every pathway. He had truly hoped that spring had actually come if it meant returning life to this otherwise desolate town. "Alright, Cinnamon. I'll be back in a few hours with the ingredients. Don't die or anything."

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He hated winter.

At least the thaw was obvious and most of the snow had begun to vanish by the time that he stepped outside. He still wrapped a scarf around his neck and grabbed a white winter coat to stave away the remaining cold. He had half the mind to pop in and see how Ferris was doing so far, but decided against it. The kid had likely already been awake for hours anyway. He was probably deep in the woods or offering a prayer of some kind. He was naive like that, but Oliver couldn't blame him. He was once a believer too and grief had always brought people closer to the Harvest Goddess' message. Helping people was, admittedly, why Oliver had pursued his career as a priest in the first place. He knew that it was probably heresy and he also didn't care. If the Harvest Goddess was real, then she could strike him down with lightning where he stood. Maybe then, he'd actually believe in her existence again. It was these idle thoughts that led him to the local red bridge on the first day of the new year, every year, like clockwork. He had hoped to catch a glimpse of Her, but he had come to terms with the brutal reality. He would never see her as she did not exist.

" Ah. Good morning to you, Miss Peterson!" Speaking of outlandish belief systems, there was the Peterson sisters. They were outsiders like himself, but had only come to the village within the past few seasons. Their food was delicious and he was a regular, but they themselves were rather quite odd. Eccentric, even. He was fonder of Astrid than her sister as the latter had the tendency to flirt with anything that had a pulse. Both believed in a deity or deities that were foreign to Root River, however. This much was reflected in their strange trinkets and accessories that were scattered across their dining hall. It looked like Astrid had her religious memorabilia on her now as well. How strange it was to come across one of them at the site of where the Harvest Goddess was rumored to be seen. Could this be considered heresy for them? "I'm surprised to see you here this early. What bring you to the red bridge today?"

In terms of posting speed, you can expect anywhere from several posts a week to one per month.

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