Engel

Engel's 1x1 interest check [Mature, Advanced, FxF]

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What Are You Listening To?

Psytrance.

The Soap Factory

Lhingril

I'm awakened by that flower's scent where I hang upside down from the cage's ceiling. They never gave me any form of bed, not that I needed one. Ever since they began running high voltage through the walls of my prison I've slept hanging from the ceiling to avoid rolling around in my sleep, and accidentely shocking myself unconscious when coming in contact with the walls. I'd find this scent of hers a much more pleasant wake up call than the electricity if it wasn't used against me as psychological torture. They must have been so content when they realized they could torture the two of us just by putting us next to each other.

I feel a primal hunger every moment of every day now. Were it that I could look away from her and she'd lose her influence on me, I would, but it's the damn scent she produces. I know I have a similar psychological effect on her, as she sobs and talks in her sleep. To her I'm the nightmare she falls asleep in and wakes up with, as if being locked up wasn't bad enough. I've likely associated that smell to a constant hunger which drives me mad by now. There's a second scent, one which is rage, hatred and fear. I'm not afraid of her, but that second scent inspires caution at least.

The guards don't do much to me anymore, not after I impaled one of them on my leg like he were some doll and not human at all. He provoked me one time too many, but I still suffer for it. They rarely feed me, and whenever they walk past my cage they quicken their steps. I'd lie if I claimed that I was as strong as before, but I still feel fine under the circumstances. I suppose I'm biding my time. I don't have much choice. I'm under constant watch by cameras, and if they were to detect any suspicious activity in my cage I imagine it would be met with extreme measures.

If I were to get out I'd become the nightmare of the whole station, hiding in the dark and the crawl spaces they'd never think I'd fit in. I would try to turn it into a ghostship by killing every guard and worker, slowly though, so that the stories about what I did to this place would become known in the furthest reaches of space too. This is how I entertain myself in here, by imagining all the ways I'd kill everyone and assume control. The other way is studying the flower. I think I know every inch of her body, each leaf, scar and petal. Yeah, I'm so bored that I'm watching a plant wilt away.

There's others than the two of us that's kept prisoners here, but her scent drowns out the rest of them. Perhaps it gives me a sort of peace of mind in that way, as I'm only focusing on one prey and not twenty at once. I hear their whining and crying. I've not once shown the guards any weaknesses like everyone else seem to do daily. I don't have it in me.

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Eldarwen

I float through eternity, free of the chains of time. The concept of time itself feels unfamiliar to this place. I am born. I live and I die, just like time begins and ends in each of these universes. It controls me and everyone else for a moment, then I float through the nothingness of eternity once more. I have godlike powers in some, while in others I'm as insignificant as a fruitfly. There's others accompanying me on this journey, but whenever we met I have to reintroduce myself to them. They forget, but in the dreams I do not.

I wake up in darkness on a hard bed with water in my eyes. There's always water in my eyes after I've dreamt. There's such beauty in the dreams, but when I'm awake there's only horror. I feel her staring at me like she always does in this reality. This reality is just the two of us mostly. It's unnerving to have her stare at me. I used to be afraid of her
gaze, but I believe if she could have hurt me or gotten closer she would have already. We've been here for what feels like an endless amount of time in comparison to the dreams. I've wondered if I should introduce myself to her, and if she would remember me.

They've bound me to this bed, but I was bound to her before that. The pain of her presence made me inflict more pain on myself trying to get away. Eventually they had enough or didn't want me to hurt myself, because maybe they need me for some reason. I'd like being needed again, but not by them. They made me this way. They stole my purpose. The straps struggle against my body as rage flows through me, moving my wooden muscles, and making my flowers produce the only scent I've found keeps the spider at bay.

I think having her cage next to mine means they don't dare to harass me like they used to do. Especially not after what she did to the last guard who punched me. I thought their armor-like skin was supposed to protect them, but I must have been wrong. It was the first time I saw such gratuitous violence. It was also the first time I saw a guard throw up. So I fear what only a fool wouldn't fear, but this is a form of symbiosis. I keep my rage under control and stick to a sweet scent out of respect.

To be honest, what really scares me in here is not the spider, but my own mind and body. My thoughts calls for destruction of this hideous crime against nature that I've been transformed into. I know I should do it, because I've got nothing left to exist for, and yet they're preventing me from doing it. Others have surely perished in this darkness, so why won't they do it to me or let me do it myself. I cried and I begged for weeks, but there was no sweet release. I'm just another prisoner.

Engel's 1x1 interest check [Mature, Advanced, FxF]

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Engel's 1x1 interest check [Mature, Advanced, FxF]

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The Soap Factory

I'm good with starting too.

Engel's 1x1 interest check [Mature, Advanced, FxF]

Hello everyone. I'm searching for some roleplay partners to do some 1x1 with.

- I'm an Advanced writer, which means I enjoy writing longer posts and adhere to the standards of advanced RP. I expect my partner to do the same.
- I'm a female, and I rarely roleplay male characters. I've done it and can do it, but I prefer not too.
- I mostly want FxF. Futa could work too depending on the setting and plot.
- I would be able to post a couple of times a week at least, unless I become busy IRL, but I'd let you know then. I would want my partner to do the same.
- I like mature themes in my roleplays, and I'm pretty okay with most things. I'll let you know what I'm not okay with if it's brought up, or just ask me.
- I enjoy discussing plots, settings and characters, so I would prefer my partner to do too and actually contribute to the discussion.
- I can double if you'd want that, but it's not required.
- I'm not a fan of playing canon characters.

- I'd be interested in discussing ideas, hearing suggestions and such for each of these.

The ones with a * next to them are the ones I want the most.

Pairings.
Celebrity x Fan* (I've got parts of a plot so far.)
Hitman x Apprentice*
Gangster x Gangster/something else. (I've got a plot in mind for this one too.)
Mental patient x Nurse*
Childhood friends
Elf x anthro fox
Goddess x Mortal
Author x Main Character
Outlaw x Sheriff
Outlaw x Outlaw
Murderer x Potential victim
Antiheroes*
Faction leader x faction leader

Settings.
Dragon Age*
Metro 2033**
Alice in Wonderland*
The Walking Dead
Virtual Reality
Almost Human
Pokémon
Racing/Car Wars*
Mafia
Pirates
Ghost in the shell
Alien
Avatar

Genres.
Cyberpunk*
Action
Western
Drama
Sci-fi
Music (Punk/Rock/Metal)*
Dark Fantasy
Crime
Noir
Horror*

I'll probably update this over time. Please PM me if interested.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

People who just stop responding to PMs, disappear or come online and still don't respond. I've even tried asking some of them why and rarely got a response. I find it very rude and annoying.

Also, how difficult it is for me to start any 1x1 RP at all on this site, even if I PM others.

Magik Ther Was

Leone was slightly creeped out by Mr. Hillbilly, as he smiled and confirmed that he knew about the napkin, but didn't expand with any explanation of what he knew. She let him keep it or whatever he wanted to do with it. It wasn't long after that she felt a presence invade her mind and talk to her. It addressed them all though. She wondered why he needed to commit such an invasion of privacy if he was going to tell them all the same thing. Leone listened anyway, as he appealed to the dreamer she was when he spoke about how the world was in danger.

When Mr. Hillbilly mentioned a reward and how Smith had the proper opinion of it, Leone frowned. She wasn't greedy as the old man. If she was to do this, she would not want a monetary reward. Heroes should act ouf of selfishness and a love for others, or when it came to the more exciting stories, an interest in fame and legendary status. The man had already concealed everyone else from the group and made sure to keep this meeting a secret. She was curious about if they were supposed to keep all of this quiet, sign some kind of contract for their silence or be killed off if they tried to prove any of it as real to the outside. To prove it could be quite difficult in itself, but if she did she would become famous.

The guy who had called the man Hillbilly first didn't seem to believe a word of what the man had just told them. Leone wanted to believe the man, as it would explain all this magic and why she'd developed powers herself. She'd been chosen by a higher power to be a hero, which any and all would admire. Leone could become a renowned bard unlike anyone else. How many musicians saved the planet, after all. She stood with a silly smile across her face as she thought about it.

"What kind of reward? Only money?" Leone asked eventually when she'd snapped out of her daydream, and tried to keep her voice sounding indifferent. "Are we supposed to keep all of this quiet from everyone else as the world dies?"

She was disturbed when she checked the clock and saw that there was only half an hour until it started, whatever it was. Leone hoped her friends wouldn't spend the entire night looking for her in this city. This may count as an abduction if she had no real option to leave, and her friends would be better off staying out of the trouble she'd gotten herself into here. The police probably couldn't do anything either.

Making no attempt to leave the area, Leone decided to accept this task for now, if only to see if Mr. Hillbilly was pulling a prank on them all, or if she'd actually been chosen to save the world. If he was telling the truth then it was futile to try to run away. If anything it was obvious that there were powers at work here that she could not explain in any other way than that she'd found someone else who knew how to use magic. That alone should be worth hanging around a little longer for.