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The Tomboy and The Soft Boy!

All characters and writers must be over 18.

So, I'm looking for someone capable of playing as a "tomboy" kinda young woman to pair up with my quiet, shy soft boy.

She's new to town, and seen as "mysterious" by many of it's residents and those she works and attends class with in particular. Of course, there's a reason for this. But what exactly is it?

My character is William. A soft, shy and quiet young man of 5 feet in height, he is just 18. He lives in abject terror, pain, discomfort and sheer neglect at home. His life is one of despair and hell, though the shy and frightened young man keeps this hidden from anyone outside his home. Skinny, bruised and constantly cold, the blonde wears baggy, slightly torn clothing and broken spectacles. A slight smell of fear lingers around him, though he tries his best to hide this.
He's never had a friend before, and nor has she really. She's had friends, yes, but not a best friend.

Y/C is a classmate of his. She may have picked on how he acts/seems to be, but for whatever reason hasn't ever commented on this.

One particular day, he is sick. He still turns up to class, but is clearly in pain and discomfort. He is suffering badly with a fever, and he ends up fainting in the hall against her. (Either by accident, or her taking him to the nurse?)

She ends up taking him home with her, where she insists on giving him a nice hot bath to soothe his aching body and to help him feel refreshed. This leads to her discovering his scars and bruises, and deciding to take care of him~

So, my only 100% requirement is that she is taller than him! I love the idea of her being heads and shoulders above him (or even more if you wanted to write her as six foot or so.) Everything else can be discussed of course!
I am 18+, as are all characters. I'm only looking for 18+ writers and characters.

So! I am looking for someone able to play as either a female superhero, or a cosplayer. She doesn't need to be Spider-Woman at all. I'm just writing the prompt as such.

If you were playing as a hero, I will be playing as a male civilian. He's her classmate and fully unaware of her heroic alter-ego. Sure, he knows of Spider-Woman and her actions, but not who she is beneath the costume and the mask.

Sadly, his home life is a rather heavy factor towards his shy and anxious personality. He is often beaten and battered by his drunkard father, with a rather neglectful and drug addicted mother to boot. As a result, he is often nursing injuries and bruises though these are sadly overlooked by those who should be keeping out an eye for his welfare.

Despite his timid and quiet personality, if one were to bring up the town's superhero he would often speak with passion and pride about her. About how brave she was, how strong she was. He has a scrapbook with clippings from newspapers, and he draws sketches of her. He looks up to her, and wishes to be as brave as she is one day.

What he doesn't know is that she has seen these injuries. She trails him home at a distance one particular afternoon, and appears in his room that night in full costume. He's still unaware of whom she is, and they spend a few hours talking about her and her heroics. He seems unable to discuss his own situation, but she comes back to see him most nights.

She slowly speaks about her concerns of being a hero, and eventually he's able to discuss his situation. He begins to crush on her, both as her Spider-Woman persona and her civilian personality though he's not aware of the connection between the two. They can trust each other, after all.

And that's all I have thus far.
Hi guys/gals,

Could I please get a name change if possible? I'd prefer OverlyObsessedHockeyNut so it matches the rest of my socials, but I'm happy to take HockeyNut if the other is too long.

Thanks <3

Just, me.

Now,I was roleplaying on *Pokemon Netbattle* of all things. Of course, this was pre Pokemon Diamond and Pearl, so about 2005ish. Making me about 10 or 11 (I only know this as Netbattle never updated for Gen 4 mechanics.)

So, with it being a Pokemon based programme/chat, I of course was roleplaying as a Pokemon trainer. Who was basically a self-insert, but he had *Pokemon*! So of course he was much cooler than me and therefore edgier, so needed an edgy nickname. Sam ShadowSoul.


Anyway, he was apparently the son of Giovanni and Misty because that was an excuse to give myself a shiny shadow Mewtwo and a shiny Sucuine which "I got from my mom b4 she dided and I don't know who my dad is but Mewtwo likes me!" Because of course.

I insisted on getting let into a Roleplay that was way beyond my level at the time, but the mod must have taken me seriously or wanted to humour me because he (bless him) would coach me on how to write and how to battle in the server. I ignored him because I thought I knew best.

By the end of day one, my character had somehow discovered his father, aged 11 years, caught 5 legendaries, got a Shiny Mudkip, made 18 friends and was the champion of all 3 regions and was in "a new region" which was basically me acting like my fucking hometown counted as somewhere to base a region! I even named it after my street and it had 27 badges because what was my house number.

Break My Stride ~ Matthew Wilder
Seven Nation Army ~ The White Stripes
Chelsea Dagger ~ The Fratellis
It Wasn't Me ~ Shaggy
I am A Cider Drinker ~ Wurzels
Sweet Child 'O Mine ~ Guns 'N' Roses
Blitzkrieg Bop ~ Ramones
Jesus of Suburbia ~ Green Day
Norwegian Wood ~ Beatles
Thunderstruck ~ AC/DC
Well, since it's so long since I was last here, I feel I should do this again.

Hi, I'm SammyPanda, or just Sam. I was an active user here constantly until about 2011/2012 when I decided to take a leave of absence. I was back briefly around 2018/2019, but still had spates of being rather inactive when it suited me or when life just decided it wanted to kick me square in the bollocks and leave me reeling around in pain.

Anyway, in terms of Roleplay I'm a slice of life writer with a particular love for drama, fluff, comedy and a speckling of romance when I feel my characters need a bit of love and affection with someone they just... click with. I don't always write romance, however! Only if I feel it suits the situation, plot and/or characters.

Outside of roleplay... Let's see.

I'm Sam. 27 from England, with a deep rooted passion for hockey and hating having to be social.
So! I'm looking to explore the concept of little space, and how it can help a person through use of it as a coping mechanism. As such, I’m looking for a best friend for him. I’d prefer to give him someone who can be more motherly to him as a bestie especially for when he is in little space.

Meet James. He's 18 years old, and rather reserved and quiet. He's on the autistic spectrum and though he manages to cope with day to day life on a somewhat regular basis, he does have some coping methods that people might judge him on. He likes to suck on a paci in bed, and loves to snuggle with his favourite stuffie at night too. He finds social interaction difficult and tiring, and he is often rather prone to panic attacks. He struggles daily with anxiety issues, and can be prone to tears if he's overwhelmed.

He does tend to "hyper-fixate" on things, and his current two obsessions are the "Thomas The Tank Engine" series of books/toys (And have been for his entire life) and Pokemon. His favourite food is cereal, and he loves milk. Warm milk, cold milk, chocolate, strawberry...
He just loves milk! He can be a rather picky eater, not liking certain textures due to sensory reasons. As a result, he tends to stick to the same kinds of foods for every meal. He likes his cereal for breakfast, then for lunch he tends to stick to crackers with an apple for desert. And a glass of milk, of course. Dinner, he likes chicken with peas and carrots or green beans. Snack wise, he likes a particular brand of cereal bar and would happily eat an entire box in one sitting!


This word could easily be used by some to describe what James was currently going through, though others might see him as needing to “Man up” or “Get tougher”. But if one were to ask him, they’d likely get no answer.

He had spent the last week sitting on his bed, knees drawn to his chest and chin resting on it as he stared at the wall opposite where he sat. His phone lay on his bed unanswered, and his laptop hadn’t been opened either so emails and Facebook messages were both unanswered.
He closed his eyes a moment, then opened them again as he gingerly rose his left hand to brush two fingers against his cheek. From the cheek to the top of his head sat a large bruise, much darker and more swollen around his eye than anywhere else. The bridge of his nose had gauze and tape across it, denoting that it had been broken. His spectacles were taped on the bridge and across the left arm so they were able to be worn, though sat slightly askew on his face with the hint of a crack forming on the left lens. His top lip had been split open, and one of his bottom teeth had been broken in the impact.

Under his baggy hoodie, his ribs were cracked with dark and nasty bruises running up from his waist and across his chest to the right of his body which was covered in cuts and bruises. The right side of his face was unharmed, having managed to at least protect that. His arms were the same, as were his legs down to the right ankle which was currently wrapped in a bandage to prevent further swelling and injury from where he’d twisted it.

He’d been assaulted the previous Monday on his way home from school without her, mugged by two rather large men for what he had on him. They’d left him battered, bloody and broken in the gutter for a mere $25 and an old wristwatch which was worth $5 at the most. But the physical trauma amounted to nothing compared to how he was feeling psychologically.

The young man was terrified to leave his bedroom and was barely eating or drinking. Food could remain untouched on his bedside table for long periods, and all he seemed to be drinking was the water his dad brought to him. Painkillers were unopened, as if he were punishing himself for the event. He’d shower and use the ensuite bathroom, but that seemed to be all. His bedroom light was always turned off, and curtains drawn as though to shut himself off from the outside world.

As his bedroom door opened and the light was turned on, James looked up. Bags under his eyes and a dullness in his once bright blue orbs were so horribly clear, but as his eyes landed on the woman stood there, they seemed to widen a little before he closed them. He felt ashamed and didn’t want to be seen right now.
No worries.
~~The Three Outcasts~~

(Or How I Learned To Be Myself And Make Friends.)

So, this plot will be a small group one. Just three of us, and shall focus on all three in equal measures.

Our characters are all outcasts, not fitting into any group. Or, so it seems. Instead, they have a friendship group which is much more tightly knot than any other. For they have each other. There might only be the three of them, but being best friends since Kindergarten, the trio is nearly impossible to separate. If they are apart, this is usually forced upon the trio. (For example, Gym. The two girls are together, with my character unable to be with them.)

They actually live together too, in a camper van which is often parked in the forest. This was a purchase made by the three together, so they could move in and live together on the cheap. It sometimes creates tension, with three people in such a small space. But the arguments never last long, and they are making up in mere minutes.

My character, Robby, is 18 and a nerd. He is quiet and reserved, and a real wallflower. If he didn't hang with his best friends, many speculate that he wouldn't be able to be noticed at all. He doesn't speak much in school, usually whispering the answers to questions to one of his friends so they can talk. He is clumsy too, often tripping over or walking into things. Awkward is the perfect word for him.

It's up to you two why your characters are outcasts. It could simply be that one of them dared to talk to the other two, or the reasons could be darker.

Regardless, this will be friendship at the least and maybe romance later on? If so, I could kinda see the trio being in an open relationship with each other.
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