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• The Unruly • ( themaybreeze x badfool )

“One would need to act like a child to need a babysitter. If that’s how you would like to conduct yourself, then you would be correct,” quipped the King, who leaned forward in his seat, fist gripped atop his knee and fingers practically twitching at the insubordination. The king was not inept in sensing the tension swim through the room, a dreadful sensation of insecurity with which Thorne was becoming all too familiar. It was one thing to clash attitudes while they were alone, that is if one excluded Hywel and the smattering of silent guards and maids at the ready, but to lack decorum and order before the members of his courts only served to make Throrne’s blood boil. Never did he account for his only son to grow into a delinquent in his eyes.

Each irreverent gesture, each roll of Griffin’s eyes, every wayward comment that Thorne considered as a revolt to his rule was like one cut after the next, each one stinging more than the last. Thorne believed foolishly at one point that Griffin might outgrow the incessant need to oppose and contradict him once he cleared into his twenties, but by then the Prince had only learned how to sharpen his tongue in newer, craftier ways to insult or mock his authority.

Even now, as Thorne had practically gifted Griffin a beacon of protection and survival in the form of his head guard, a gesture that should have earned him the highest respect and reverence, was reduced down to nothing but a punishment in Griffin’s eyes. It was a typical reaction, one that didn’t surprise Thorne in earnest, though his agitation over Griffin’s immediate resistance was always searingly fresh regardless of how many times he’d displayed such a strong opposition to his father’s whims and demands.

“To what end?” Thorne asked in a manner that mocked the audacity of his son’s question, his voice echoing throughout the grand throne room, and he narrowed his eyes down upon the Prince with an all too familiar rancor. Each guard lining the great hall dared not to glance over to the pair of them, their eyes militantly focused ahead despite the tension clouding the room, the strife between the Prince and the King was practically palpable, though no less expected.

“I am loaning you my most esteemed soldier and already you act ungrateful. I have lords offering me hefty bids for him, all of which I have denied and will continue to deny. You act as though it is a chore to be so privileged.”

Without a moment to allow for rebuttal, King Thorne motioned his hand curtly in the direction of his son. It was a minute gesture, nothing more than a flick of his wrist, but it was as if by instinct Hywel knew the cue. He bowed his head wordlessly to his master and left the side of the King before descending the steps in but a few long strides.

If Griffin did not want to approach his father’s throne any further, then he’d have his head guard meet him at the starting step where his son had paused, as though to cross the threshold beyond Griffin’s boundary and impose himself through Hywel by proxy.

Hywel obeyed and observed every command no matter how subdued with a credence and devotion unlike any other soldier under Thorne’s command. He positioned himself beside the prince automatically, scanning his stare downward at Griffin. There was a levity to the look, an idle amusement that was not worn on his lips but rather in the depth of his eyes. To those who could identify the subtle smugness behind the expression, it was perhaps more infuriating than an outright grin.

Thorne sighed, “Times are contentious, Prince Griffin. I have it on good authority that there are traitors lurking amongst our neighbors, treaties and alliances be damned. I can’t afford to be negligent and allow you to parade about. You can leave any… philanthropic adventures to our patrons. Hywel will mentor you in the art of defense and offense so that you may develop a stronghold unto yourself. Consider this a worthy investment of all of our time.”

• The Unruly • ( themaybreeze x badfool )

Mairwen nodded, but otherwise wasted no time of the Prince’s, their goodbyes were often hasty yet no less insincere. Once again, she receded down the hall opposite to the direction of where Griffin had been escorted. It was a brief encounter, yet it weighed on Mairwen’s mind nonetheless to have shared the summons. To call upon Griffin on behalf of the King was a task that harbored no true pride for her as a stewardess, the only comfort in doing so was in the subtle warnings she was able to offer him regarding his father’s state of mind.

As Griffin grew out of his childhood and into young adulthood, the Stewardess was almost always privy of Griffin and King Thorne’s strife and had witnessed firsthand the verbal lashings cast upon the young Prince on many occasion. She was not unaware of Thorne’s ill temper, and while she was admittedly compliant to his whims and upheld his irrational standards, there was a softness and quiet compassion reserved for Griffin that was otherwise absent for his father. Perhaps an ounce of pity, though none of these sentiments were ever worn on her tight-lipped face but rather through unspoken pardons she’d granted Griffin over the years.

After all, she had on more than one occasion allowed the Prince to sneak back into the castle without stirring up a fuss directly to Thorne, who made it explicitly clear to report any type of insubordination or opposition to his commandments as both a king and a father. At the time, Mairwen merely stood tall over the adolescent, arms crossed and surly eyes narrowed at the boy to drill him on his whereabouts no louder than a whisper. She’d huff and say her piece about the necessity to be wary beyond the castle walls, and always made a point to chastise him on the state of his return, especially if he had been jaunting about the meadows or pastures unattended.

But Griffin was older now, and while he had acquired certain autonomies and privacies, he was not fully exempt from the King’s attempts to stifle the rebellious streak in him. So long as he was King, Griffin’s father saw to it that his word be made law, and the more the Prince resisted the more bitter Thorn had grown, resentful that his only heir dared to challenge his authority so publicly. They still had not recovered since Griffin’s last outburst in the royal courts, as however many weeks ago it had been.

Thorne had tried his best to impose curfews, to double Griffin’s studies, and he’d even call upon his advisors to propagate favor towards his regime through bribery and incentives, if only he’d pledge allegiance to both the Crown and their forces loud enough to the courts — yet nothing managed to persuade him.

So when the heavy doors had been pushed open and the Prince strode obstinately into the belly of the throne room, Thorne was already anticipating whatever little mutiny his son had planned against him, and instinctively his expression soured.

“Seeing as I had tried to summon you hours ago only to be told you were nowhere to be found, what choice did I have but to wait out your woolgathering? Dare I even ask where you have been since the morning?”

Thorne skipped any attempt at pleasantries. He did not stand from his throne to greet his son, he merely rapped at the edge of the armrest with impatient fingers before he held up his hand altogether so as to silence any excuses or argument.

“I am still making reparations from your last outburst at council, so do not push your luck today and listen to what I say. You may throw a fit on your own time.”

The King did not rest his hand down, but merely redirected the gesture to the man standing beside him at his right shoulder. Hywel, the King’s head guard and right hand stood all but perfectly statuesque, one hand resting idly on the hilt of his sword and feet planted firmly on the polished tile. His militant posture did not falter when Thorne spoke his name aloud, and all the while his two dark eyes surveyed Griffin from the moment he stepped into the throne room.

The guard wore no emotion, nothing aside from the vigilant and signature stare that often bore down on whoever moved to approach the King, be it a foreign diplomat or his own son.

“I am appointing Hywel to you, as well as a new curriculum. This time I intend that it be followed. He will be at your side going forward, not just to serve but to mentor you as well. Do not try and squander this arrangement, Griffin. He still reports to me.”

• The Unruly • ( themaybreeze x badfool )

“Highness,” a voice crooned into the entryway of the palace.

An older stewardess, one of a small handful palace agents tasked with keeping the establishment prim and orderly, had eyed Griffin with the same speculation as perhaps an elder relative passing judgement upon a disorderly child caught sneaking back into the household. She smoothed her hands against the creases of her long, linen apron as she made her way towards the Prince, her stern eyes more akin to a bird of prey, and her thin lips pressed in a signature hard line. Amongst the ranks of maids and servants, her word was law, and she ensured that the castle ran as smooth as a sergeant’s whistle under the approval and satisfaction of the King. It was more often than not that she ended up delivering crucial notes and correspondences between members of the royal family, as she was able to navigate the large estate’s many avenues with ease.

The senechal, named Mairwen, was a woman in her late fifties, tall and lithe with an austere countenance and pale skin that contrasted her ebony hair, that was slicked back into a tidy bun. Her ocean blue eyes were naturally narrowed, which complimented her sharp tone when giving her commands to the lowly servants under her keep. She had initially been one of the palace’s many maids and, over the span of her decades long career, had crawled up the domestic ranks of lead stewardess through grit and dedication to her craft. Since she was a young woman in the early days of her employment, Mairwen had seen Prince Griffin mature over the years and became well acquainted with his rebelliousness and quirks as a young heir.

The woman offered a customary courtesy that was more a formality for his status than it was out of true humility as she may have displayed for his father, King Thorne. Nevertheless, she never spoke out of place with the Prince or against his wayward inclinations, though her tone was indicative of her disapproval. The Seneschal was a cold woman, but a practical one nevertheless, and she routinely displayed her disfavor towards Griffin’s ‘galavanting’ to heaven knows where.

“His Majesty would like a word, at your earliest convenience.” She informed the Prince tersely, her slender hands folded atop themselves. She stood rim rod straight, sharp shoulders rolled back and stood before Griffin with a posture that could put any soldier to shame. Her eyes scanned the Prince from top to bottom, then back up to lock with his amber eyes, her brows raised with a thread of suspicion. She said nothing about his whereabouts that afternoon, though it was clear that the woman surmised Griffin had wandered well beyond the bounds that his father had implemented. Regardless of what she’d concluded silently to herself, Mairwen daren’t scold the young heir, for he was no longer a child under her keep or that of the handful of nannies employed to keep the heir out of trouble.

Now, Prince Griffin was a young man with a mind and conviction of his own. He was not the same young boy with whom Mairwen had been first introduced, and she remembered a point when the Prince was simply too small to go unaccompanied past the castle gates on his own (and any request to do so was able to be promptly denied). Despite having surpassed her in height long ago and being a man of good stature and physicality, Mairwen interpreted Griffin’s adventurousness as an invitation for misfortune no differently as though he were still the same young child.

In her eyes, it was only a matter of time until something, or someone, snatched the opportunity to harm the Prince— and, by proxy, threaten to shatter the lineage of the King. After Griffin had grown through his adolescence and past the need for a constant nanny or basic chaperone, it became abundantly clear that independence and personal freedom was at the forefront of his desires as a young adult coming into his own. Even now, at twenty four years of age, there was still turbulence and discord over what freedoms and permissions Griffin was granted under the rule of his father, who still had the utmost authority.

It was at this point when a palace guard had caught up to where Mairwen and Griffin stood, having spent some better part of the last half hour in search of the Prince and was somewhat winded in his attempts to locate him. The guard cleared his throat as a formality before speaking, bowed to both the Prince and nodded to the head Stewardess so that each individual was addressed appropriately.

“Good afternoon. Highness, your Father, His Majesty requests–” the patrol guard began, but was promptly cut off by Mairwen with a sigh and a flit of her hand to indicate that the spiel was unnecessary.

“He has been informed already,” the Seneschal said flatly with an edge of exasperation. She turned her eyes back onto Griffin, one brow knitted upwards and lips pursed ever so slightly. It was a subtle yet signature look that was often reserved for Griffin whenever he was summoned by King Thorne, and while she often disapproved of the Prince’s intrepid nature and free spiritedness, she did prefer to forewarn him if and when Thorne was particularly vexed by Griffin’s antics.

“Your father did not say the nature of the meeting,” she told Griffin before there was even a question as to what the briefing was about and whether or not Thorne was potentially displeased with his son (or simply that the King merely wanted an ear in which to prattle).

“Now that his Highness has been made aware,” snipped Mairwen to the guard, “Perhaps you may escort him to his Majesty’s study. I behoove that it is done sooner than later.”

The guard nodded curtly, if not obediently to the Stewardess. He repeated the same dutiful gesture to the Prince, and extended his arm in the direction of their destination.

• The Unruly • ( themaybreeze x badfool )

First/Given Name: Hywel

Age: 32

Physical Appearance: Tall, athletic and well-toned/muscled. His complexion is swarthy and tan both from genetics and from his time outdoors. He has dark brunette hair that waves naturally that is often if not always pulled back so as to not obstruct his line of vision. Hywel has dark brown eyes that compliment the same depth of his hair, both of which can appear black in low lit settings, a strong jaw, and a roman nose. He has scruff cropped close to his face and kept tidy, and a few facial scars that indicate his many years of military training and various missions tasked upon him by the King.

Desirable Traits: Patient / Direct / Loyal / Determined / Brave

Undesirable Traits: Blind-Devotion / Militant and Imperialistic / Ignorant / Stubborn

Faceclaim: Pending

Bio: Hywel is King Thorne’s Head Guard. He is a trusted asset to the King and the nobility as a whole, having been employed under the royal family since his teenage years. Hywel enlisted himself into Thorne’s military at age fifteen after he claimed he was two years older, and has been employed by the family ever since. First tasked in a low ranking position of assisting officers, Hywel later served five years as an aide-de-camp to lieutenants and high ranking officers of the King after intercepting an assassination attempt upon Thorne, earning both his Majesty’s recognition and trust. Once the King’s former head guard had fallen too ill to be of service Hywel was then appointed the role. Over the years, Hywel earned the favor of the King for exposing treason and conspirators, whether it was by a foreign interloper or conspiracy amongst his own men. For the past decade, Hywel has been at Thorne’s side to protect and shield him from attempts at assassination or deception from his councilmen. He also works as a second pair of eyes and ears for Thorne, reporting anything and everything that could benefit the King.

Despite his roots in a neighboring country / foreign kingdom, Hywel earned the trust of the King by denouncing his heritage and proclaiming life-long loyalty to the Crown and His descendents. Because of this, Hywel made an oath to never marry, have a family, or be otherwise distracted from his station as head guard, an oath that has remained intact since swearing into Thorne’s inner circle.

Despite his proximity to the King, Hywel has had limited interaction with Griffin over the years and is a man of little words unless spoken to. Despite this, he considers Griffin as an extension of his father, the King, and thereby is just as loyal to protect and defend Thorne’s legacy, even if there is little common ground between himself and the Prince. Hywel finds the Prince to be naive in his worldview, though he has never belittled him for his empathy. From afar, Hywel is somewhat charmed by Griffin’s emboldened personality and ability to speak his mind, though this is more out of personal amusement than it is in any sort of true agreement. Griffin’s strong will and passionate personality are all things Hywel sees as potential and promise in a future ruler.

Bad's MxM Search. I'm back on RPG again! Looking for long term literate!

Hi, everyone!
My name’s Ro — I am F/31. I am back from a writing hiatus and am looking for 1x1 partners for a long term, story-format RP. I am ideally looking for 25+ partners, so I'd appreciate knowing the age of my RP partners for comfort's sake.

If we were ever partners in the past and you wanted to reconnect, please reach out! I felt bad about disappearing, and am absolutely down to get something started again.

About me and what I am looking for:

I have been role playing on and off since the mid 2010’s. I’ve done roleplays spanning over years, and I love a good slow burn plot ff romance is involved! I am looking for people within my age range who are able to chat OOC about our plots, plan ahead, and create structure while still adding our own little twists and surprises. I love to brainstorm with my partners and toss around ideas, create playlists and mood-boards, and just plain geek out over a shared story. Most of my most successful and fun roleplays required a bit of pre-setup, so patient partners is preferred in order for a good payoff!

I also am a writer that uses a decent amount of side characters and additional 'cast', I'd love a RP partner that is also into writing a variety of characters that can support the plot as well.

So, without further ado...

Themes in a roleplay I enjoy:

•MxM preferred as it's just the type of pairing I'm used to writing. I also write NB characters, and generally will have some LGBT representation in my plots. If that isn't your thing, please move along.

•Low fantasy worlds or AU worlds resembling earth and past eras with our own fictional lore

•Themes surrounding fictional religion or religious characters that are positively / negatively impacted by their religion

•Phantoms / specters / hauntings (whether "real" or not)

•Surrealism / Uncanny Valley

•Curses / characters who are trying to create or break a curse

•War / political tension / enemies to lovers

•Dream travel / time travel / reality bending / hypnosis

•Royalty / Dictatorships

•Bodysnatching / “monsters” / Body Swapping(?)

•Escaped criminals / wrongly accused / Cat-And-Mouse

•Slow-burn romances / Forbidden Romance

What I am NOT looking for:

•Anime / manga / fandoms - We can absolutely get inspiration from a piece of media if we collaborate together or merge some concepts together, but I am not looking anything set in a pre-existing piece of media or fandom just because I prefer writing my own characters.

•Smut roleplaying — I am fine with mature themes but not looking to write smut or for non-platonic RP partners. I am 100% OK with making friends online and chatting OOC / getting to know my RP partners on the other hand. Not looking to flirt with anyone on here.

•NO AI. I am not a fan of AI in any creative capacity and do not use it in my plots/writing.

If any of this seems interesting to you, and you’re looking to invest in a long term roleplay, hit me up and let’s see where it takes us! I’m pretty open minded and am upfront if a theme doesn’t work for me, so don’t be afraid to DM and say hi! Tell me about yourself, what you're looking for, and let's see if we mesh! (:

MxM: Slow-Burn, Horror, Mystery, Dark-Comedy, Surrealism, Royalty, Low Fantasy, and More! Looking for Long-Term writing partners! (1x1)

Sneaky Bump!

MxM: Slow-Burn, Horror, Mystery, Dark-Comedy, Surrealism, Royalty, Low Fantasy, and More! Looking for Long-Term writing partners! (1x1)

Tentative bump!

MxM: Slow-Burn, Horror, Mystery, Dark-Comedy, Surrealism, Royalty, Low Fantasy, and More! Looking for Long-Term writing partners! (1x1)

Hi, everyone!
My name’s Ro — I am F/31. I am back from a writing hiatus and am looking for 1x1 partners for a long term, story-format RP.

If we were ever partners in the past and you wanted to reconnect, please reach out! I felt bad about disappearing, and can't promise daily responses, but if you're OK with that and are also 25+, I'd love to connect as a writing partner.

About me and what I am looking for:

I have been role playing on and off since the mid 2010’s. I’ve done roleplays spanning over years, and I love a good slow burn plot ff romance is involved! I am looking for people within my age range who are able to chat OOC about our plots, plan ahead, and create structure while still adding our own little twists and surprises. I love to brainstorm with my partners and toss around ideas, create playlists and mood-boards, and just plain geek out over a shared story. Most of my most successful and fun roleplays required a bit of pre-setup, so patient partners is preferred in order for a good payoff!

I also am a writer that uses a decent amount of side characters and additional 'cast', I'd love a RP partner that is also into writing a variety of characters that can support the plot as well.

So, without further ado...

Themes in a roleplay I enjoy:

•MxM preferred as it's just the type of pairing I'm used to writing. I also write NB characters, and generally will have some LGBT representation in my plots. If that isn't your thing, please move along.

•Low fantasy worlds or AU worlds resembling earth and past eras with our own fictional lore

•Themes surrounding fictional religion or religious characters that are positively / negatively impacted by their religion

•Phantoms / specters / hauntings (whether "real" or not)

•Surrealism / Uncanny Valley

•Curses / characters who are trying to create or break a curse

•War / political tension / enemies to lovers

•Dream travel / time travel / reality bending / hypnosis

•Royalty / Dictatorships

•Bodysnatching / “monsters” / Body Swapping(?)

•Escaped criminals / wrongly accused / Cat-And-Mouse

•Slow-burn romances / Forbidden Romance

What I am NOT looking for:

•Anime / manga / fandoms - We can absolutely get inspiration from a piece of media if we collaborate together or merge some concepts together, but I am not looking anything set in a pre-existing piece of media or fandom just because I prefer writing my own characters.

•Smut roleplaying — I am fine with mature themes but not looking to write smut or for non-platonic RP partners. I am 100% OK with making friends online and chatting OOC / getting to know my RP partners on the other hand. Not looking to flirt with anyone on here.

•NO AI. I am not a fan of AI in any creative capacity and do not use it in my plots/writing.

If any of this seems interesting to you, and you’re looking to invest in a long term roleplay, hit me up and let’s see where it takes us! I’m pretty open minded and am upfront if a theme doesn’t work for me, so don’t be afraid to DM and say hi! Tell me about yourself, what you're looking for, and let's see if we mesh! (:

1x1 Advanced Check! Themes of Low Fantasy, AU, Dark Fiction, War, Royalty, and more within. MxM & LGBT inclusive!

Saturday Bump!

1x1 Advanced Check! Themes of Low Fantasy, AU, Dark Fiction, War, Royalty, and more within. MxM & LGBT inclusive!

Hi, everyone!
My name’s Ro — I am F/30. I am back from a writing hiatus and am looking for 1x1 partners for a long term, story-format RP.

About me and what I am looking for:
I have been role playing on and off since the mid 2010’s. I’ve done roleplays spanning over years, and I love a good slow burn plot! I am looking for someone within my age range who is able to chat OOC about our plots, plan ahead, and create structure while still adding our own little twists and surprises. I love to brainstorm with my partners, create playlists and mood-boards, and just plain geek out over a shared story. I love getting knowing my RP partners and have made some great friends over the years through the writing community.

Themes in a roleplay I enjoy:

•I typically roleplay LGBT main characters (and mainly roleplayed M/M in the past). Open to M/F but prefer queer-friendly writing partners.

•Low fantasy

•Cults / religious groups and conflict

•Phantoms / Specters / Haunting

•Curses / Characters who are trying to create or break a curse

•War / political tension / enemies to lovers

•Dream travel / reality bending / hypnosis

•Royalty / kingdom

•Bodysnatching / “monsters”

•Escaped criminal / Wrongly accused

•Slow burn romance — I am a sucker for some romance in a plot, but nothing too rushed.

What I am not looking for:

•Low effort or bad grammar. Mistakes and typos happen, I absolutely make them in my own drafts, but I want to find people who are intentional writers and aim to challenge and strengthen the writing muscle. I try my best to proof read before posting!

•Smut roleplaying — I am fine with mature themes but I am NOT looking for non-platonic writing partners. Fade to black is fine, implied mature scenes are okay! Mature scenes must be plot driven, but not drawn out and explicit.

•Modern day

•Anime / fandoms

•D&D creatures & classes — I prefer humans or humanoid characters!

•NO AI GENERATED POSTS. I can't believe I have to add this to my interest check, but seeing as how tech has changed over the last 10+years, I feel as though I have to. Please, if you like roleplay and creative writing, absolutely no use of AI please. I want genuine connections and effort.

If any of this seems interesting to you, and you’re looking to invest in a long term roleplay, hit me up and let’s see where it takes us! I’m pretty open minded and am upfront if a theme doesn’t work for me, so don’t be afraid to DM and say hi! (: