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Imagine trying to equate thinking ACAB is the same as being racist. Y’all live in a cute bubble I’m jealous 🤧
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Can I have it switched to :

icy hot

please?


About Me


I am a 20 something that has been in the roleplay scene for at least 10 years. I started off contributing baaad writing to equally baaad stories. I like to think I’ve come a long way, but definitely still have room for improvement!

I would consider myself an advanced writer, or High-Casual. Post length is the lesser judge of that than putting quality into a post, and having a dynamic character that can grow as the story advances. With the former I am very flexible, I’m usually in the 4+ paragraph range but sometimes writing a lot isn’t what’s best for a scene. So as long as there is some effort into the post I’m cool!


I have some barely formed ideas in mind but I much rather build a story with my partner than provide you some preset stories and pairings. I will throw out some ideas and fandoms in a “box” for you though so you can kind of judge if we’ll be a match off of that! I play male and female characters and smut doesn’t bother me but I’d rather not do something smut-driven, and all characters will be of age unless they are the supporting cast. I also try to stay away from playing canon characters unless it’s an AU setting and then I might be down for it.

I don’t have a preference where the roleplay is held but I do prefer discord for OOC and organization.


About you

⤍ 18+ (21+ preferred but not that big of a deal)

⤍ Able to communicate about loss of interest, extended leaves , etc. Instead of just ghosting. I’m super understanding about this in particular so please don’t leave me hanging.

⤍ Be Creative, engaging and have fun. A person good at writing is meaningless if they aren’t having fun while doing it, I’d rather work with an improving writer that’s excited in OOC and shares ideas, hcs, and what not than someone just putting up posts because they committed to something.

⤍ Matches my energy/effort.

⤍ If you’re interested PM Me and tell me a little about yourself and what you’re looking for/interested in!



𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖐

enemies>lovers, demons, post-apocalyptic, kdrama inspired, vampires, witches, politics, angst, historical, arranged marriage, urban fantasy, high fantasy, love triangles, royalty, gods and goddesses, Lore Olympus, idols.




ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷| ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟷


The early part of the morning, when the dew glistened in the light of a descending moon and the playful breeze whispered goosebumps along your skin, was Mirai’s favorite time of the day. This had been the only consistency awarded to her in this life, and in the beginning years she resented that fact. The mornings used to feel so lonely, she’d start her training as early as possible and it was always by herself… back then everything she did was saved for the company of one.

Ever since she seized fate in her hands and twisted it to suit her own will to live, things had gotten noisier. The people that used to see past her were staring at her now, and all this attention should have made her feel less lonely, but it didn’t. They weren’t looking at her to acknowledge her, they stared in fear, or awe, or some weird combination of the two, and saw their expressions reflected in her dark red eyes. They fussed and threw celebrations, demanded she come and share her story to the young kids, the ones without siblings and sat front row to the Ascension of the ones with siblings. The World at war did not affect the Nagaichi, battlefields, and death were in the essence of their genes and the latter controlled by their whims. They boasted of their missions, drank to the enemies they had slain and prayed for the peace of their lost comrades.

The early part of the morning, before the birds sang their songs and the streets were crowded with shinobi and civilians alike, was the time of day Mirai felt the most at peace. What had once been considered lonely, was now a haven for her mind.

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“Do your best today, your mother and I will be cheering you on from here, and I’m sure your brother-“

“Is wishing I’m struck by lightning? Hmmm... but I guess that’s the fate he met. Save your words, I’ve no use for them. If that’s all-“

“Mirai!” The sharp snap of the Kōkina drew her leveled gaze to the woman’s face. The clan heads sat across from her, they had summoned her for tea as a farewell, and as they ate up her time she could feel more and more people lining up outside of this room, waiting for something… for her?

“I apologize Kōkina.” The tone of her voice gave away nothing, to some it’d seem like a mask for inner turmoil, but it to her it was the truth.

“Do not call me that, I am-“

“The Kōkina of the Nagaichi. The guardian of the Jubokko, and the one that oversees the ascension of all the chosen ones. Everyone knows who you-“ Mirai was unable to finish her sentence, the stinging of her cheek silenced her voice.

“Kagura! Please calm yo-“

“You may leave now Mirai, best to not be late. The chuunin exams measure more than your abilities, best to not let a repeat of what happened on the field occur to today. Unless you want to remain a measly genin for even longer.”

Mirai stood up, a quirk at the corner of her lips as her clan head simmered with abhorrence. With a formal bow she made her exit into the cheering crowd. They made it sound like some kind of hero’s send-off, and the sounds of their cheers echoed in her head even as she stepped foot onto the training ground.

“First one. Of course.” Her voice was followed with a sigh and found the comfort of a tree near her Sensei to wait for the rest of the baggage to show up.
b o o m


Unknown location, 3/3

Tch. I can’t believe we’re already working with those bastards.”

“Trust me we don’t want to be here with you either.”

Venom was met with venom, the tension between the two shinobi was palpable, their teammates shared looks of worry and frustration on their faces. Nothing less could be expected from a group that had been fighting and killing each other only a year ago. Time heals all wounds but for some it’d take more than a year to even scab over these open wounds let alone mend them.

“Enough. We all knew the details of the mission before we accepted. Regardless of the past, what we’re protecting now is the future, for everyone.” The truth was enough to satiate their disdain pulling away from each other like snakes recoiling from a strike. The matter of death and facing it in the future or releasing the past, was something they all agreed on. Grudges of the past needed to be let go, this joint mission would be a success, it had to be.

With the morale returned and the attention of the small force refocused the plan was laid out. The facility was easy enough to sneak in to, for one shinobi it felt almost too easy but that feeling was dismissed for being nervous. The deeper they descended the more sinister the air became, the smells and sounds were horrid. When a vent gave way to the sights even the leader had to look away to prevent from dry heaving.

“What the hell is this?” The anger was clear in the whispered masculine voice of the fighter from before. They were a passionate soul that burned with fury from every scream and plead that filled the room below them. The marking of the hidden grass village was etched into their headband, as was the one that wrapped around the bicep of the leader of the small band of shinobi. The other two wore the symbol of Konoha, in the face of a mutual powerful foe even enemies can become allies.

“We’ve seen enough, let’s go.” They backtracked slowly, and silently just like how they came. Though that wasn’t the appropriate answer to the voiced question, and the man held back eyes glued to the scene unfolding before his eyes.

“We can’t just leave that kid! How many more are there here? Th-they’re killing him, we-“

“Don’t be stupid, it’s a miracle we got in here without any trouble.”

A miracle? Or a missed omen? A near-empty entrance does not guarantee the same conditions on the exit, as the team of five found out, back to back and surrounded by unmarked shinobi. They all wore similar amused expressions, taking a breath in the moment of stillness before they fought against the enemy.

The sun rose unchallenged, as it did every day since the beginning of time. The quiet of the morning was only broken by the cry of a bird as it set across the sky, in its shadow were the trails of blood leading to the facility that echoed the pain of the bird.


Kusagakure, 29/4 Morning

The day is perfect for the Chuunin exams, Kameyo thinks to herself. The sky is pink and orange with the sunset, but a peeking blue promises a bright and sunny day. No clouds have stirred from their resting and no heaviness is settling in the air. It is an average day, as average a day in a shinobi village can be. A bird even flies ahead, cawing a melody as it steers across the village. Kameyo smiles, nothing amiss.

She ambles through town, towards the meeting spot at Training Ground #11, where she is awaiting her eager genin to finally make themselves chuunin. It is almost a formality for them, as they were too young for the last Chuunin exam and Kusagakure had been unable to afford the time or energy to promote more genin when they were battling war from all sides. The group shows promise, if they would only get their heads on straight and stop bickering amongst themselves.

Kameyo sighs when she reaches Training Ground #11. It is a small training ground, usually held for team building exercises and genjutsu practice. Their meeting is more of a formality, a check-in so Kameyo could ensure they have their goals straight, the required items, and know what they are doing.

She glances at the now-blue sky and deduces that it is only ten more minutes until their meeting time. It would be most unwise to be late, she’s rather ruthless on the tardy.
Count me as pretty interested.

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The ways of shinobi had always been founded in death and destruction. The musings of honor and love were landmarks in a journey that inevitably resulted in the slaughter of sons and daughters. So it was in the Warring States Period, before the rise of shinobi nations, and peace was a false pretense that would be used to hide the building of militaries and gathering of tailed beasts. Again a war would break out, a struggle for power, land, a chance to become gods, the desires of men all originated from a place of avarice. Peace again, and then war. The cycle was unending and would be perpetual, like the coming and going of a harsh winter.

A dense forest seemed like a place to hide away from the winters, and it was a great defense. A village grew, home to orphans, elderly and once-powerful figures that were weary of fighting and death. Peace found them in the natural fortress. For a time, they lived rather happily, even as the signs of war grew more frequent around them, and eventually their position seated between powerful foes brought swift destruction upon their happy lives.

The worst of the Second Shinobi World War was brought to an end through diplomacy between the largest hidden shinobi villages.

The grievances of the weak villages went unheard among the world leaders. Instead, civil unrest plagued the places between the powerful countries. In Kusagakure, a leader once praised for treading harmoniously between its seeds and flowers is lost and thus the balance tips as a new Kage rises, and a call for change sweeps the village into a new era.

Let the blood of our foes act as fertilizer for the seeds of our future.

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