if possible, i'd like to have something we can talk about. games, movies, drama, whatever. if you play rdr2, cyberpunk 2077, any resident evil game or skyrim we are automatically friends just posting without any ooc can kill the rp (i've learned firsthand) i'd love 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. just don't rub your bum on the keyboard or type like a caveman i'd 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, please.
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
i am a chud so i have no clue how secx works. I MIGHT key word MIGHT write it but don't get mad if it's wrong....💔 fade to black is best for me. its all fair game, depends on what is happening though if you aren't sure whether i'll be comfortable with what you have in mind, just ask!
dis"clam"er clam god clammit vomit or something idk
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.
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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 see in you anger. an unbridled, raging anger. let me help you calm it.” his hands brushed her hair back, at her jaw. she stared passively, her gaze vacant. neither of them seemed to be in a stable headspace. “I know you are tired… hungry and in pain. I can clothe you, and feed you. you will not want for another thing in your life.” “You cannot give me that of which I want.” “tell me, and it shall be yours.” “Your head.” he was still. there was no way for him to twist the situation to his advantage, of course. she wasn't to be swayed, and now his odds were significantly lower. he turned to yupen. his hard gaze bore into his skull, hate and malice clear. it was only assumed he shared her sentiments. their silence only shook his wavering beliefs and soon it would crumble beneath him. “you have no choice..” the click of a gun and a barrel was at his temple. he didn't flinch, or much less react. a glance to the warrior and with narrowed eyes spit at his feet. “whatever part of me that would go willingly no longer lives. i killed her, and she is dead.” “you will regret her dying in your stead.” yupen hisses. “you aim to kill me now?” “i have nothing left to lose.”
“...you have a special look in your eyes.” he takes her face, looking intensely. she shakes her head free of his grasp with a steely growl. “one of endless hunger,” he muses. “you both want to understand, don't you?” kaarszt doesn't answer him and yupen was silent. although his rambling only seemed to grow more erratic, she did want to know. it wasn't in her best interest to accept help from someone so volatile. “i'm just like you two.” “you're nothing like us.” my father was a wolf, and my mother was a dog. i was a product of forced copulation. my father shunned me for it and my mother hated me because i was his spitting image.” she bared her teeth, grimacing at the prospect of listening to his sob story. “you cannot tell me you do not feel it either. the pull of a bottomless pit of hunger. you want to feed it. you want to feed yourself.“ “I'll fight it.” his eyes widened, in curiosity. rute’s ears stood up, so large on his head they looked comical. “are you sure that is possible?...” “if you shall kill me, do it now.” “i will not.” the silence was so pliable it was clear he regretted his words. “never, could i.”
Hey, what if we did a western with some mixed in magic for the fantasy, or maybe just races from like dnd but no magic or anything, just different features based on the race, like elves like nature, have pointy ears, good with plants, orcs have a darker green skin, tusks, good with forges and naturally strong, and dwarves are short, bearded mostly, tend to be gruff, good with materials and creating things, ya know like that
When i think of a western fantasy, the first thing i think of is yours and my charachters being the only ones with guns in the world. plus bottomless ammo cause why not. We can haggle the details later in a pm. sound good?
