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Final Fantasy VII (and Crisis Core) spin-off! [18+, LFM]

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̶M̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶h̶a̶l̶ My touch is power [LFM, 18+, crime drama]

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̶M̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶h̶a̶l̶ My touch is power [LFM, 18+, crime drama]

Standards for you and me:

• 3rd person narrative
• At least 200 to 500 words on average, 1k+ for setting the mood and introductions of the scenes/characters/other (I wrote posts that were long several google doc pages when I'm particularly inspired)
• 3/3/3, no fluff, no fade to black, words worse than f-bombs being thrown around
• Use of more characters
• Use of realistic art or real life people references (no anime characters or simplistic drawings, I'm a very visual person)
• Use of imagery and music for roleplay (optional for you)

My writing sample

"Brave men of steel… Favored by God for their strength and discipline… How blessed are they to die for such a righteous cause… And in death, they will reunite with Him…"

Blood slowly began to soak into the soil.

Outside of the kingdom's walls, a deathly silence covered the scenery like a heavy blanket.

In the distance, bells from the cathedral slowly began to ring, the song eerily echoing underneath the dark gray skies, ravens chiming in as they flew towards the new gravesite.

Bones, flesh, metal, fur and weak wails were all that was left behind. A weak, trembling hand, soaked in blood, reached towards the sky.

"G…God… Forgi… Me…"

And so the last breath was lost in the cold wind…

"I almost envy them. For I bear the burden of both their ancestors and their children, and their children's children… Nay… I am God's chariot in this cold, rich land…"

The bells were strong and powerful within the walls of the castle, with the maidens of the court huddling and whimpering softly as they clutched on to their terrified children. Any attempt to peacefully console the innocent little beings once the bells fell silent were in vain. They felt the fear of their mothers and gentle maidens that offered comfort and protection, and slowly the silent tension that was building in between those walls started to grow as the faint sounds of battle became louder by the minute. The church bells managed to snuff out the horrifying sounds of war, even inspiring the presence of God, yet when the chiming stopped, the brutal reality had set in once more. Perhaps God was not with them… For if he was… Would things truly be like this?

They broke through all defenses, it seems. Which only means that the battle against those demons is slowly coming to an end, but at the cost of their own lives.

The throne room was a colossal area, dark and cold, graced by the pillars that welcomed the visitors in row towards the lone throne that sat up on the podium. As much as it inspired power and intimidation to all who stepped inside, it also would remind one of loneliness. Once, this place was more lively. They had candles and torches illuminating the cold architecture of the northern ruler. And back in those days, what had felt like a century ago, the halls were graced by the brightest of smiles and softest of voices that made this place feel like a little warmer place. A presence that melted even a king's heart at times.

He had cursed the day he had met her. Because if he didn't know of the life that he had, the life that he had lost, he wouldn't have known any better and living life would be easier. Because now, in the absence of the warmth that he had known, everything is cold, empty, lonely and meaningless.

And that is why, on top of those stairs of the podium, there was a place for one to sit and reign.

Beside the stairs of the podium stood a smaller figure, in an armor that was a little big on his form. He had the stance, he had the confidence, but his blue eyes were set on the lone and elevated figure that sat upon the throne. Benedict's eyes were slightly widened as he stared at his father, pupils slightly trembling as he listened to the king's words. Though his expression remained unreadable, the blond-haired boy's eyes spoke volumes.

And he wasn't alone. Guards that stood still like statues in the room had heavy expressions on their faces as they would eye at each other or just simply stare at their king. Nobody said a word, but the orders were given and they had nowhere to run. There was a sense of finality even before anything had happened within those walls.

One of the unarmed guards stood behind the pillar and in front of one of the many barrels that were assigned to each guard. His trembling eyes were closed, whispering to himself softly as he prayed. And as a man of God as he was, he was holding back tears, knowing what he was about to do if the king gave the final and definite order.

"And I will be damned before I let those heathens and spawns of hell take our God's land. I will take them down with me if I have to."

Hemmet's voice was low and without force, but there was powerful intent behind every word he had said. He glared at the doors of the entrance, eyes filled with determination and anger. Everyone in the throne room was afraid. Both of the enemy and, even worse, of their own king.

The noise from the outside was louder, but it was not the sound of swords clashing or any screams that would end abruptly. As a matter of fact, a very familiar and beloved voice was heard just outside the entrance.

"Go! Move, men! Drag the wounded inside!"

A voice that urged men to hurry and gather around. It had offered a moment of hope to everyone upon hearing prince Nicholas' voice as the double doors were being pushed open. And the moment it gave way, the first figure to enter was of a young man with dark hair and kind eyes. He was adorned in magnificent armor that represented Winthrope and with the sigil of his homeland etched on the breastplate and the battered shield that rested on his back. The man was dirty and exhausted, perhaps even slightly wounded as he pushed his rushing men into the castle, helping out those who struggled to run, but he left no one behind. The sight of him before the guards and maidens was enough to brighten their day and give a shred of hope even in this dreadful time. Even when he was covered in grime, blood and sweat, he was the welcome sight to sore eyes.

On this day, Nicholas was the leader. He was the future of Winthrope, one to take Hemmet's place. And he was beloved and respected by the people, perhaps more than they had loved and respected Hemmet even in his best days. Plenty said that, out of all five children, it was Nicholas who was graced with virtues from both of their parents.

And the moment dozens of soldiers had entered the throne room, both wounded and ready to fight, the doors were barricaded behind them. Not everyone had made it into the castle, but they had the priority to protect the king, no matter the cost.

Nicholas turned around and looked at his father who sat there, with that well-familiar look on his face. The expression that Nicholas abhorred. He immediately frowned as he confidently walked towards the podium, armor clanking with each step. But as he stood next to his younger brother Benedict, Nicholas bowed down before his father, despite the dissatisfaction and the exhaustion. Nicholas was a man of honor. He was the pride of Winthrope. He was the knight that everyone strived to be. Yet his burden was great.
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Themes for this story:

• Complex characters that should be more fleshed out as we go, these will be bad people
• Organized crime and action, some intrigue
• Multiple characters involved
• Forbidden romance, affair, character differences/polar opposites, age gap, enemies to lovers
• Modern day, big town in the USA (Chicago, New York, fictional American city)

The main cast and concept of the story

Your main character
(I'll refer to him as YC)

They don't make men like these anymore in the US. From the late 20s or older in age, a tough, dangerous and rugged man, strong and masculine, someone you just don't wanna mess with. Someone notable in this specific gang that rule over the streets. They're like the rabble, weapons, drugs, sex work, underground clubs - all of the unwanted people of the society will come here to find success and wealth, living a liberated life. The gang could be like a group of bikers or something similar: informal and the types of people that would make you want to cross the streets or at least be in their good graces. They're direct rivals to MC's side.

YC and MC are two different worlds that would clash throughout the story. However, differences attract, which would become a fatal attraction.

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The side character (NPC, but can be playable)
(I'll refer to him as NPC)

This is if you want to deal with a little bit of an "affair" but even if you don't want to take on this role, I suggest you read it as it is relevant to the story.

An ambitious man from an influential Italian family. They're a mafia, while their roots in this business are not running deep, they have been breaking through. This character's father has been friends with MC's father for decades and now they're coming with an agreement to arrange an engagement between their children: NPC and MC. This would not be an easy task as MC is an incredibly difficult woman who wants nothing to do with this engagement and is being forced into this position, the feelings of NPC about both the situation and MC is up for discussion. Regardless, neither of them have enough authority to have much say in this scenario, as there's deeper reasons why this arrangement is created.

He can be a decent man, he can be manipulative and cunning, he could be abusive, there's plenty of choices to go about it, whether he's a side character or story important NPC.

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My main character
(I'll refer to her as MC)

docs.google.com/document/d/1JEOzEMwnM… - This is her brief character sheet.

It would seem like she has it all, a mafia princess. Old money family, conservative, strict and misogynistic, the Beneditti empire was built long before her and even her father, Giovanni. Standards have been set and traditions are followed. It is an elite, it is formal, pristine, Christian on the surface. And MC needs to adhere to these standards. She is no soft woman, she is cold and sharp as a blade, she had done terrible things in order to be where she is today, yet she feels like she has nothing. And after her brother's death, Giovanni could not have illegitimate bastard sons to run the family and he never married again after his wife's death. Without a man to run this family, Giovanni was left with a dilemma: allow his very capable and relatively young daughter to take on the nearly a century old burden or find a man who will continue the tradition.

He couldn't have a woman lead the Beneditti empire. That would be ridiculous. So he decided to mask the weakness as an offering of good faith to his good old friend by introducing an arranged engagement, which would mean that the other family will get some of that Beneditti power in their grasp. Who would pass up on this spectacular opportunity.

MC knows she deserves all the credit and power. And she would never settle for a man. So she needs to be smart and sneaky in the way she deals with this situation. She has few of the men under her authority that answer only to her, but it is far from enough for her to deal with this unfortunate situation.

And it just so happens that strange circumstances bring her face to face with the rival of the Benedittis...

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How does the story start?

I have a few ideas. One is that she is forced to stay over at NPC’s place where she is trapped in some way if you decide to make this character your secondary one. MC is forced to be around him and they can develop an interesting relationship through the interactions, but he is not the focus. He may be romancable with MC, but like I said, he's not the focus, just a tool for the story. In the meantime, she would try to seek men out that she can pay, with the intention to have them under her belt as she's trying to figure out how to get herself out of this predicament (she's not below figuring out a way to kill NPC and his whole family if necessary). As to how she meets YC, I had this one spicy idea. She comes across a "neutral ground" where a lot of criminals of different statuses come to make quick and dirty buck through selling drugs, offering other services and, most importantly, is like a fight club where all the money is. And that's where YC is, coming out of a ring, sweaty and bloody, looking at her with a smirk on his face, recognizing the princess in this shithole of a place, where she does not belong. And that's where the story begins. They are rivals and also enemies, so their dynamic should be "enemies to lovers". Which also means intense gun pointing, hate sex and I am a sucker for intense falling in love.

The second idea is that NPC is actually coming to the Beneditti estate on and off as the arrangements are being made, which would work even better if NPC is just going to be a story important NPC. Meanwhile, there was an incident that involved drugs and the Benedittis men - which is unacceptable, as Giovanni prohibits any dealing or using of substances among his made men. Fingers are pointed immediately at YC's gang, as they're the kings of the drug deal market. Giovanni is willing to start a war, but MC has noticed that something is quite off and she chooses to investigate, which leads to YMC and her meeting up. Turns out that there's a third party trying to sabotage the two biggest gangs in the city so they could do whatever they want to do and claim the streets. And this is where MC sees the opportunity to get an upper hand on everyone to free herself from the shackles of the family and be the queen of the empire she believes she deserves to be, but naturally that's easier said than done as there's many odds against her and YC in the picture could either make that harder or easier for her.

Or we can do a mix of both, which I'd love! Or you have your own ideas and suggestions, which I would love to hear!

Small American town and it's mysteries [18+]

The crispy autumn air welcomed her as a cold caress of old forgotten memories from childhood. The fog of the early morning settled like a blanket between the tree like decorative pillars. The birds from the distance echoed like the song in the playlist she hadn't listened to in years. The small town resided close to the thick forest, the mountains barely visible at this hours. It was like time had never passed in this place. The smell from the bakery, the flower shop sitting at the corner street, small bars with the frequent, old customers, and old gas station that sat at the edge of the town to welcome visitors and those who were leaving for something new and grand.

Time seemed to stop here, with only it's denizens aging and children growing up to either love the piece and old-fashioned lifestyle or aching to leave this place for something new.

Yet all of her memories that came flooding back reminded her of the strange mysteries. Missing people, unexplainable events and reminders not to go into the forest if you're unprepared.

Despite the peace and timelessness of this beautiful little town, mystery seemed to always cloak this place, like the fog that settled in the morning.

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A very simple premise. A small northern town in the US, beginning of autumn and a girl visiting her family after finishing college after living in a big town since high school. She and her life had changed, her memories of this place at some point are heart-warming with a deep sense of nostalgia, but at other points, it's draped in mystery and questions.

I don't have a specific plot for this, but it is meant to be a mystery plot. I definitely like the idea of supernatural or occult stuff going on, but I'm down to discuss ideas. Running into old friends from childhood and coming across adults from her past.

Types of writers and characters I'm seeking

Mainly I'm seeking to pair up against male characters, while I play female roles as I always like to include romantic content, but I'll get into that later on. Your gender is completely unimportant to me, what matters is that we hit it off and creatively match. But I'm also the type who includes multiple characters in my writing, as well.

I will be 30 soon, so I will prefer my partner to be more up in the age range, as well.

Writing

I seek partners with a similar style of writing to my own. My posts are usually multiple paragraphs to novella length long, as I like to get into detail. I love to get into character dynamics and character development. The more complex it becomes, the better.

Now, even if I do post pretty lengthy posts, I don't expect it to be as such for every post, as it takes away from some scenes. Maybe we'll have a few lines when characters are having a conversation or even a battle.

With that said, in writing I prefer quality and detail rather than just length. Things like world-building is always more than welcome, it only may slow the process for me, but if you have no issue with it, then we'll be good.

Here is my writing sample. I'd love to see yours too!

Activity

I am engaged, a cat mom with a full time job and also being a part-time housewife while trying to maintain my real life responsibilities. I have no set schedule for writing and sometimes my energy can be sapped a bit or I am just simply busy. My activity can easily vary, from multiple weekly posts to one post a week to maybe every other week. If I want to do a story with good quality, I will not force myself to do it when I'm not in the mood for it. This is a hobby, if I can't give you a juicy morsel because I'm too busy or having a rough day, I won't rip off the good writing experience from you. So I am seeking someone patient and understanding - as I am too. The greatest writers take hiatuses and breaks from writing their masterpieces. And we, the regular folk, will definitely have those moments too.

With that said, I'm RARELY active during the weekends. So if you don't hear from me during the weekends, don't worry, I'll get back to you on monday.

I'm ghost friendly. Like I mentioned earlier, this is a hobby. It's not that serious, despite being attached, sometimes some stuff are not meant to be. I'm cool with people who ghosted me and come back after a while. I don't take this shit personally.

Mature content

I don't like sugar-coating, fading to black or 'insinuate' anything. This goes for violence, erotica and profanity. I like raw experiences in writing.

That said, when it comes to NSFW stuff, I like to have it in the story BUT I don't want to center it around the story. The more slowburn, the better. I'm not looking for smut centered content. I'm looking for romance when it's appropriate in the story. Don't force anything.

I do love inhuman characters!

Face claims

I like to use then and I'd love for you to use them as well. I just don't like anime/manga-esque faceclaims. I prefer real life references or realistic art. I also like to use images from time to time as well for outfits, environment, music that might set the scene etc.

Maturity

The subtitle should speak for itself. If you don't know what I mean by this, we probably won't mesh well.

Final Fantasy VII (and Crisis Core) spin-off! [18+, LFM]

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Fandom quick search: VtM, Dragon Age, SMT Nocturne, FFVII:CC [LFM, 21+]

Short, sweet and to the point

The whole point of this thread is to make all of my requests non-lengthy and straight to the point. Which means everything is very barebones, barely any foundation set. This is meant for me and my potential partner to exchange ideas from scratch. I may have one or two specific demands, but nothing more.

Me and my standards

Basically everything I offer is what I expect in turn.

• Writing style: Multi-para to novella length, descriptive, 3rd person, open to playing multiple characters
• Characters: My mains are females, but I play side characters of many other genders. I am looking for main male characters to play against, your gender as a writer matters not to me
• Preferences in writing: Immersion, focus on emotional aspects, I want to cry as I write because of how attached I get, great characters
• Adult content: Yes this is a 3/3/3 rating, this also includes difficult themes
• Specific limits: Nothing having to do with descriptive SA/rape, having characters go through it is fine, but going into details is a big no-no for me. I will not have main characters be below the age of 18. I am also not interested in writing with people who are below the age of 21, just my personal preference considering that adult content may be at play.

writing sample

"Brave men of steel… Favored by God for their strength and discipline… How blessed are they to die for such a righteous cause… And in death, they will reunite with Him…"

Blood slowly began to soak into the soil.

Outside of the kingdom's walls, a deathly silence covered the scenery like a heavy blanket.

In the distance, bells from the cathedral slowly began to ring, the song eerily echoing underneath the dark gray skies, ravens chiming in as they flew towards the new gravesite.

Bones, flesh, metal, fur and weak wails were all that was left behind. A weak, trembling hand, soaked in blood, reached towards the sky.

"G…God… Forgi… Me…"

And so the last breath was lost in the cold wind…

"I almost envy them. For I bear the burden of both their ancestors and their children, and their children's children… Nay… I am God's chariot in this cold, rich land…"

The bells were strong and powerful within the walls of the castle, with the maidens of the court huddling and whimpering softly as they clutched on to their terrified children. Any attempt to peacefully console the innocent little beings once the bells fell silent were in vain. They felt the fear of their mothers and gentle maidens that offered comfort and protection, and slowly the silent tension that was building in between those walls started to grow as the faint sounds of battle became louder by the minute. The church bells managed to snuff out the horrifying sounds of war, even inspiring the presence of God, yet when the chiming stopped, the brutal reality had set in once more. Perhaps God was not with them… For if he was… Would things truly be like this?

They broke through all defenses, it seems. Which only means that the battle against those demons is slowly coming to an end, but at the cost of their own lives.

The throne room was a colossal area, dark and cold, graced by the pillars that welcomed the visitors in row towards the lone throne that sat up on the podium. As much as it inspired power and intimidation to all who stepped inside, it also would remind one of loneliness. Once, this place was more lively. They had candles and torches illuminating the cold architecture of the northern ruler. And back in those days, what had felt like a century ago, the halls were graced by the brightest of smiles and softest of voices that made this place feel like a little warmer place. A presence that melted even a king's heart at times.

He had cursed the day he had met her. Because if he didn't know of the life that he had, the life that he had lost, he wouldn't have known any better and living life would be easier. Because now, in the absence of the warmth that he had known, everything is cold, empty, lonely and meaningless.

And that is why, on top of those stairs of the podium, there was a place for one to sit and reign.

Beside the stairs of the podium stood a smaller figure, in an armor that was a little big on his form. He had the stance, he had the confidence, but his blue eyes were set on the lone and elevated figure that sat upon the throne. Benedict's eyes were slightly widened as he stared at his father, pupils slightly trembling as he listened to the king's words. Though his expression remained unreadable, the blond-haired boy's eyes spoke volumes.

And he wasn't alone. Guards that stood still like statues in the room had heavy expressions on their faces as they would eye at each other or just simply stare at their king. Nobody said a word, but the orders were given and they had nowhere to run. There was a sense of finality even before anything had happened within those walls.

One of the unarmed guards stood behind the pillar and in front of one of the many barrels that were assigned to each guard. His trembling eyes were closed, whispering to himself softly as he prayed. And as a man of God as he was, he was holding back tears, knowing what he was about to do if the king gave the final and definite order.

"And I will be damned before I let those heathens and spawns of hell take our God's land. I will take them down with me if I have to."

Hemmet's voice was low and without force, but there was powerful intent behind every word he had said. He glared at the doors of the entrance, eyes filled with determination and anger. Everyone in the throne room was afraid. Both of the enemy and, even worse, of their own king.

The noise from the outside was louder, but it was not the sound of swords clashing or any screams that would end abruptly. As a matter of fact, a very familiar and beloved voice was heard just outside the entrance.

"Go! Move, men! Drag the wounded inside!"

A voice that urged men to hurry and gather around. It had offered a moment of hope to everyone upon hearing prince Nicholas' voice as the double doors were being pushed open. And the moment it gave way, the first figure to enter was of a young man with dark hair and kind eyes. He was adorned in magnificent armor that represented Winthrope and with the sigil of his homeland etched on the breastplate and the battered shield that rested on his back. The man was dirty and exhausted, perhaps even slightly wounded as he pushed his rushing men into the castle, helping out those who struggled to run, but he left no one behind. The sight of him before the guards and maidens was enough to brighten their day and give a shred of hope even in this dreadful time. Even when he was covered in grime, blood and sweat, he was the welcome sight to sore eyes.

On this day, Nicholas was the leader. He was the future of Winthrope, one to take Hemmet's place. And he was beloved and respected by the people, perhaps more than they had loved and respected Hemmet even in his best days. Plenty said that, out of all five children, it was Nicholas who was graced with virtues from both of their parents.

And the moment dozens of soldiers had entered the throne room, both wounded and ready to fight, the doors were barricaded behind them. Not everyone had made it into the castle, but they had the priority to protect the king, no matter the cost.

Nicholas turned around and looked at his father who sat there, with that well-familiar look on his face. The expression that Nicholas abhorred. He immediately frowned as he confidently walked towards the podium, armor clanking with each step. But as he stood next to his younger brother Benedict, Nicholas bowed down before his father, despite the dissatisfaction and the exhaustion. Nicholas was a man of honor. He was the pride of Winthrope. He was the knight that everyone strived to be. Yet his burden was great.

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Dragon Age

I will not go into any detail or demands regarding the Dragon Age wants that I have, but there are few specifics!

One is that I want to base our roleplays on the three games and the events from the games. I am nostalgic about the games and want to relive them somehow.

Two, we can easily have an entire trilogy that we can write with a little number of main characters that can die (like the Warden) to impact the story as we go, or we can just pick one of three game storylines and stick to them.

Three, I don't mind keeping the canon characters or just making an entirely new set of characters for us, I am fine with either.

Four, I would love to have a romancable big Qunari man.

As for everything else, it's up for discussion and I'm open to it! If you want to know what ideas I have about merging stories from the games together in a big, cohesive story, poke me and I'll bombard you with ideas!

Vampire the Masquerade (bloodlines)

Like I have mentioned in the Dragon Age segment, I won't go into any detail, I will just share what I'm looking for.

I am always and forever nostalgic for the Bloodlines game and will forever search for the perfect partner to have a roleplay that is dripping with the vibes and atmosphere of the game, whether or not we play into the plot of the game or not. I love the darkness and brutality of the kindred existence, I love the goth/punk aesthetic and I love everything that the game represented. If you check all the categories of what the Bloodlines game was and you want to have a roleplay in that scene, message me, I will be delighted to discuss it with you!

Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core

Follows the arc of the CC story, just with my character replacing Zack. We can have original characters replace the canon ones, as it doesn't matter much to me. Highly would prefer that your main character that is romancable is akin to Angeal as much as possible, you have no clue how much I love that man and I will forever seek him out in this setting because that thirst was never quenched!

SMT Nocturne spinoff (rated R)

It follows the theme of Nocturne, just not with high-schoolers, it can be either college students or something similar. My character follows the story of the protagonist and she ends up being turned into a demon. However, she had been turned into a succubus, which is why I stated in the title that this is rated R. She is going to mainly deal with other demons of all shapes and sizes, personalities and interests, but her main power is, well you guessed it, sex. As a succubus she persuades demons through seduction and more explicit means, but one of her major powers is that she can steal some powers from demons she has intercourse with. Basically this is for the people who really like to play weird non-human characters with smut in it. I don't care with what kind of abomination you come up with, I'll be down, the more inhuman, the better.

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If anything suits your interest, just send me a DM, if you comment here, it's very likely that I will not see. Just message me and we can start the brainstorming!

Offering VtM characters for VtM fans - let's write some bloody good stories! [MxF, 21+]

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