hellooooooo

i like to go by bread or hanzo (from overwatch)

if possible id like to have something we can talk about. games, movies, drama, whatever. just posting without any ooc can kill the rp
id like it if you told me if you have to leave, or take a break, but otherwise i have no cap on either the time you take to post or the length. it helps if you try to match my length ofc
westerns, adult themes and fantasy are three of my favorite genres. slice of life and fandom are two i'm not willing to play, otherwise everything else is fair game.
i don't care at all about grammar. if i can tell what you're trying to say, i'm fine with your level
id like to rp on disc as i don't check rpg as often but if you prefer we can always do pm

pm me if youre interested

preferred dynamics [+]

almost always mxf; i can do fxf too.
i'm most comfortable with playing female characeters (GIRL POWER!)
i only have like three main characters i'm willing to use in rps (OC) but if you'd like i could always make one

these don't all need to be romance, by the way.
these are only suggestions! we can also just discuss anything

what i want NOW:
vampire cowboy x priest (not specifically christianity because i'm protestant lol)
prince x courtesan
vampire x vampire hunter
werewolf x vampire

rp example [+]

fear threatened to engulf her mind. it lusted to seize, and take away what rationality and thinking capacity she held.
but it wasn't fear she had to worry about.
the garuma.
the knightly personation of the white order. five, all standing tall against what beckoned to threaten their regime.
fearsome in all, especially cowardice.
they wouldn't run.
hasgard, and his peoples were hunting for her head. eton, and budica accompanied him. a mere precautionary measure.
they were certain hasgard would bring back her severed head on a trophy platter, to laugh and spit at.
“hasgard.”
she rips an arrow from her knee, with a flinch.
“you know, pride will only get you so far.”
“pride?” he shakes with conviction, eyes bulging under his heavy brows. his aged hands clench, around his worn sword.
“pride? my days are numbered.
i hold no pride.
i am unlike you, unlike your impulsive and revolting tendencies.”
“that is something you acknowledge with fearlessness. i am surprised,”
“every human does. you are not human.”
she held her breath. a pain in her chest grew, grew to an abnormal amount. it was not the wound.
“what have you done?”
he glances about, his face contorted from disgust to anger fairly quickly. his emotion would surely take hold. hasgard was an furious man who held angry tendencies.
when he'd lash out, he'd make a mistake.
bodies of villagers were strewn about, blood coating her hands and mouth.
at her feet, lay a disembowled man.
“I was… peckish. apologies.” she smiles, fangs glistening. “you will not die painlessly.”
she did not doubt it.
she did not even respond, for he was right. right that she would die.
right that it would be painful and by her basic instincts she feared it. to an extensive degree, unbeknownst to her consciousness.
he knew that.
she was wired like an animal, afraid of humanly vices, humanly emotion.
sin only captivated her which made her all the more detached, all the more less human. dehta had made sure of this.
his grasp was firm and what he willed she carried out without question.
neither eton nor budicia spoke.
it was as if they were so angry, they could not speak.
her nails dug into her palm. how… insensitive. how dare they not voice themselves?
it was quite the guilty pleasure, to hear one talk sullenly or stumble on words with tears.
she got off to the despair, to the cries of mercy. they were nothing of the sort.
she resolved to make them speak. although it was their choice and a fault of character that silence only made her chest heave and teeth grind.
“hasgard. shall we dance?”
he unsheathed his own sword, as his accompanying force mirrored the same.
“as you see fit,” he spat.

........

the sickly smell of her innards reached his throat. it singed his tongue and burnt away whatever was left of his rationality. her lifeless body seized, bile rising in his throat. he didnt bother to hold it in and vomited on the floor, the vision sickening him. his puke was entangled with blood and spit, and before he could expel more inayata pulled him out of the dream, speaking calmly as if drool wasnt seeping from the corners of his mouth.
“there is a way…. i can allow you… to love her again.”
“love??” his mournfulness seeped over his boiling anger.
“...yes.” it sounds uncertain, less confident now. the chittering of its teeth had stopped, unsettlingly.
“i can bring them all… back to you. i am not only of pestilence and war, but rebirth. the shedding of blood in mass brings… rebirth.”
he didn't think he could. the state her body was in was enough to make him collapse.
to see her, alive? he'd go mad.
“ your glimpses… wont go away. unless you let me make them go away.”

if you can't tell, i REALLY like vampires