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6 yrs ago
When you want to pick up more roleplays but you can't because responsibilities ):
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6 yrs ago
When you’re on constant refresh for replies 😭😭😭
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7 yrs ago
I feel like a pile of steaming dog shit. Will get replies out when I’m feeling a little better.
8 yrs ago
To my partners: Going to have to go on hiatus; life's being a bitch. Apologies.
9 yrs ago
Impromptu vacay! Sorry for any delays to come xx
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It was easy to forget that Sam was gone sometimes. Most of the time it was the absence of things that reminded Charlie; it was in the way that she didn’t smell coffee when she awoke in the mornings, the way he didn’t barrel through the door in the late afternoon when her dinner was waiting for him. The lack of his presence was suffocating, making it hard to breathe when she walked around alone in the barn or when the house settled at night and it sounded like a footstep.
But there were little things, too. Charlotte had never realized how much Sam had tidied objects away after she’d long forgotten and tucked herself into bed. Such a thing was what caused her to curse, her shin catching the edge of the pitchfork she’d hung up hastily the night before in just the right way. “Shit!” Immediately she slid to the floor, grabbing the area of injury and holding pressure as if it would take the pain away.
As if anything would take the pain away.
Tears welled in her eyes as she sat in the midst of the straw and animal shit that littered the barn floor. Sam had been the dependable one, the one who always did what he was supposed to and – what was more – he was good at it. He didn’t get attached to the animals he raised, understood that hard decisions often meant good outcomes, and that each piece of equipment had its own special place. He excelled at anything he set his mind to and it didn’t take him forever to get the job done… although that was, arguably, what had caused his death.
The white farmhouse became increasingly blurry the longer Charlie sat in the floor. It was only when she thought she was incapable of tears that more came and she wiped at them furiously. This stupid fucking farm. Stupid fucking Sam.
She could still see the way that his brown eyes crinkled in happiness when she got angry at him and the way they’d looked up at her, glossy and empty, when she’d found him trapped beneath Sadie. The poor cow had gotten out of the pen and meandered towards one of the muddiest parts of the farm, not that she had known that. The recent rain had caused the normally dry land to transform into a sticky, sloppy mess; a small rockslide from the hill had caused the animal to misstep, falling onto its side.
There wasn’t much else she knew. Charlie assumed Sadie couldn’t get up on her own and that Sam had attempted to help her stand again. She easily weighed 1800 pounds, thanks to the calf growing in her belly, which Charlie guessed had been why Sam had tried to do what he had on his own. She knew she’d woken up around two in the morning and turned over to grab onto her husband when her hands only gripped sheets. She knew she’d trudged out onto the land with a flashlight and boots, checking all the normal places before worry set in.
She knew that when she found him, she couldn’t do anything but stare. When she finally moved, she’d ran towards the beast that trapped him and pushed without any results. She didn’t blink or breathe for what seemed like hours but Sam hadn’t for even longer. When dawn broke, Charlie had made her way back to the house and called 911.
The neighbors had been kind. They’d brought her food, asked her if she needed anything. They were willing to help but Charlie couldn’t let herself take their offers for assistance. Instead she had thrown herself even further into the work of the farm, tending to the cattle that reminded her constantly of her husband’s death and the chickens that followed him around like dogs.
A wet tongue licked at her face, causing Charlie to refocus on the present. The perked ears of a German Shepherd tilted down and concerned brown eyes looked over the human’s features, searching for some sign of reassurance. Charlie sniffed, raising a hand to scratch at the dog. “I’m okay,” she said softly, as if to convince herself as well as the dog.
Jack’s ears perked and he moved away, stalking off towards a new sound that garnered his attention. The woman sighed softly and stood, bracing herself against the pitchfork that had caused her pain. Her brows furrowed as she heard a voice so familiar that caused her heart to begin aching once more. It wasn’t until the whistle started her into movement did Charlie bother peaking her head around the barndoor.
“Luke?” She’d known he’d be arriving at some point but had little idea regarding the details. Jack moved towards the man with a wagging tail, looking up and pleading for affection; Charlie did much the same, wrapping her arms around the man as soon as they closed the distance between each other. It was almost enough to cause her to cry again but Charlie bit back tears as her cheek found the solid plane of Luke’s chest. “It’s so good to see you!” she said when she pulled away, summoning a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“C’mon. Let’s get you into the house and settled. I swear, every year it gets colder earlier. No sense staying out here without anything to do.” Of course, there was plenty to do. She hadn’t seemed to have accomplished anything since Sam’s death but she had managed to keep the animals alive, if only barely. Jake yipped with excitement and moved towards the farmhouse, his tail continuing to wag playfully as he stood by the front door.
The house was old but tastefully restored thanks to Charlie’s decorative palate and Sam’s handyman abilities. Some parts still had a small amount of work but, as a whole, the home was cozy and livable. The old oak hardwood floors creaked as she stepped across them and into the kitchen, grabbing at two mugs. “You want coffee?” she asked, going through the motions regardless of Luke’s answer.
“How was the trip?”
But there were little things, too. Charlotte had never realized how much Sam had tidied objects away after she’d long forgotten and tucked herself into bed. Such a thing was what caused her to curse, her shin catching the edge of the pitchfork she’d hung up hastily the night before in just the right way. “Shit!” Immediately she slid to the floor, grabbing the area of injury and holding pressure as if it would take the pain away.
As if anything would take the pain away.
Tears welled in her eyes as she sat in the midst of the straw and animal shit that littered the barn floor. Sam had been the dependable one, the one who always did what he was supposed to and – what was more – he was good at it. He didn’t get attached to the animals he raised, understood that hard decisions often meant good outcomes, and that each piece of equipment had its own special place. He excelled at anything he set his mind to and it didn’t take him forever to get the job done… although that was, arguably, what had caused his death.
The white farmhouse became increasingly blurry the longer Charlie sat in the floor. It was only when she thought she was incapable of tears that more came and she wiped at them furiously. This stupid fucking farm. Stupid fucking Sam.
She could still see the way that his brown eyes crinkled in happiness when she got angry at him and the way they’d looked up at her, glossy and empty, when she’d found him trapped beneath Sadie. The poor cow had gotten out of the pen and meandered towards one of the muddiest parts of the farm, not that she had known that. The recent rain had caused the normally dry land to transform into a sticky, sloppy mess; a small rockslide from the hill had caused the animal to misstep, falling onto its side.
There wasn’t much else she knew. Charlie assumed Sadie couldn’t get up on her own and that Sam had attempted to help her stand again. She easily weighed 1800 pounds, thanks to the calf growing in her belly, which Charlie guessed had been why Sam had tried to do what he had on his own. She knew she’d woken up around two in the morning and turned over to grab onto her husband when her hands only gripped sheets. She knew she’d trudged out onto the land with a flashlight and boots, checking all the normal places before worry set in.
She knew that when she found him, she couldn’t do anything but stare. When she finally moved, she’d ran towards the beast that trapped him and pushed without any results. She didn’t blink or breathe for what seemed like hours but Sam hadn’t for even longer. When dawn broke, Charlie had made her way back to the house and called 911.
The neighbors had been kind. They’d brought her food, asked her if she needed anything. They were willing to help but Charlie couldn’t let herself take their offers for assistance. Instead she had thrown herself even further into the work of the farm, tending to the cattle that reminded her constantly of her husband’s death and the chickens that followed him around like dogs.
A wet tongue licked at her face, causing Charlie to refocus on the present. The perked ears of a German Shepherd tilted down and concerned brown eyes looked over the human’s features, searching for some sign of reassurance. Charlie sniffed, raising a hand to scratch at the dog. “I’m okay,” she said softly, as if to convince herself as well as the dog.
Jack’s ears perked and he moved away, stalking off towards a new sound that garnered his attention. The woman sighed softly and stood, bracing herself against the pitchfork that had caused her pain. Her brows furrowed as she heard a voice so familiar that caused her heart to begin aching once more. It wasn’t until the whistle started her into movement did Charlie bother peaking her head around the barndoor.
“Luke?” She’d known he’d be arriving at some point but had little idea regarding the details. Jack moved towards the man with a wagging tail, looking up and pleading for affection; Charlie did much the same, wrapping her arms around the man as soon as they closed the distance between each other. It was almost enough to cause her to cry again but Charlie bit back tears as her cheek found the solid plane of Luke’s chest. “It’s so good to see you!” she said when she pulled away, summoning a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“C’mon. Let’s get you into the house and settled. I swear, every year it gets colder earlier. No sense staying out here without anything to do.” Of course, there was plenty to do. She hadn’t seemed to have accomplished anything since Sam’s death but she had managed to keep the animals alive, if only barely. Jake yipped with excitement and moved towards the farmhouse, his tail continuing to wag playfully as he stood by the front door.
The house was old but tastefully restored thanks to Charlie’s decorative palate and Sam’s handyman abilities. Some parts still had a small amount of work but, as a whole, the home was cozy and livable. The old oak hardwood floors creaked as she stepped across them and into the kitchen, grabbing at two mugs. “You want coffee?” she asked, going through the motions regardless of Luke’s answer.
“How was the trip?”
Hey guys! Sorry for the ugly post in advance.
I've had the privilege of having a few partners that have given me some of the best roleplays of my life. However, life has happened and we've drifted apart. If for some reason you're one of them, I'm happy to pick things back up if you want!
Now, I want more. More reason to make my heart ache and my stomach twist in knots for our poor characters.
That being said, I'm happy to play a menagerie of genres. However, I'm not the biggest fan of high fantasy or sci-fi. Slice of life is my jam but there has to be an overarching plot. Mature themes, however, are much appreciated and expected; that is not to say I am looking for a smut- or kink-based roleplay.
I'm looking for someone who can write well. I would consider myself a high-casual or low-advanced writer, which honestly depends on my mood. I will provide a writing sample if you want one and hope that you can give one in return. There's nothing I hate more than plotting and figuring out we won't mesh style wise! As far as length is concerned, I'll mirror my partner, so the more you give, the more you'll get! I can be lengthy, though, and someone who can give me a few paragraphs per reply is right up my alley. I'd like to play over GDocs and PMs here but will entertain Discord and email.
I'm also searching for someone who can put our characters through the ringer. I'm a sucker for emotional roleplays where things just can't go right or our characters are thrown into a lose-lose situation. Tear out my heart, stomp on it, put it back together -- and do it all over again.
Here's the bad news: I am primarily looking to play the female in the below pairings which are mostly hetero. I'm not really looking to double at the moment, though that may change. It also does not mean that the side characters I introduce are of one orientation and one gender. I'll entertain any ideas or plots brought to me! I also have some plots, depending on the genre, that I'll happily share. Primarily, however, I'm looking for the things listed below.
I'm also a sucker for exchanging writing samples so that we can figure out if we mesh and GDocs for a medium.
I'm happy to include NSFW elements as long as it doesn't take over the plot; my limits are the usual including no scat, vore, pedophilia, also including age gaps (+10 years) and anthro things.
PM me if you're interested! And if not, I hope you find what you're looking for!
I've had the privilege of having a few partners that have given me some of the best roleplays of my life. However, life has happened and we've drifted apart. If for some reason you're one of them, I'm happy to pick things back up if you want!
Now, I want more. More reason to make my heart ache and my stomach twist in knots for our poor characters.
That being said, I'm happy to play a menagerie of genres. However, I'm not the biggest fan of high fantasy or sci-fi. Slice of life is my jam but there has to be an overarching plot. Mature themes, however, are much appreciated and expected; that is not to say I am looking for a smut- or kink-based roleplay.
I'm looking for someone who can write well. I would consider myself a high-casual or low-advanced writer, which honestly depends on my mood. I will provide a writing sample if you want one and hope that you can give one in return. There's nothing I hate more than plotting and figuring out we won't mesh style wise! As far as length is concerned, I'll mirror my partner, so the more you give, the more you'll get! I can be lengthy, though, and someone who can give me a few paragraphs per reply is right up my alley. I'd like to play over GDocs and PMs here but will entertain Discord and email.
I'm also searching for someone who can put our characters through the ringer. I'm a sucker for emotional roleplays where things just can't go right or our characters are thrown into a lose-lose situation. Tear out my heart, stomp on it, put it back together -- and do it all over again.
Here's the bad news: I am primarily looking to play the female in the below pairings which are mostly hetero. I'm not really looking to double at the moment, though that may change. It also does not mean that the side characters I introduce are of one orientation and one gender. I'll entertain any ideas or plots brought to me! I also have some plots, depending on the genre, that I'll happily share. Primarily, however, I'm looking for the things listed below.
I'm also a sucker for exchanging writing samples so that we can figure out if we mesh and GDocs for a medium.
I'm happy to include NSFW elements as long as it doesn't take over the plot; my limits are the usual including no scat, vore, pedophilia, also including age gaps (+10 years) and anthro things.
PM me if you're interested! And if not, I hope you find what you're looking for!
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I'm Callie, a 21+ female from EST.
Something about the holidays makes me want to do something slice of life-y, so I'm hoping to find that here.
I'm going to make this short and sweet, but here's a few things about me...
I'm ghost friendly
life gets crazy sometimes, and I hope the understanding goes both ways. With that being said, I'll try to communicate the best I can if something comes up.
I'm mature
I'm looking for 18+ partners - though preferably 21+ - that are comfortable with mature themes. I will say in advance that I am not looking for smut-centered roleplays
I'll give you detailed characters and posts.
I don't always go by word count, but I do write in a doc before I post. I usually give 500+ words and would only ask of the same quality of you... not exactly quantity. I'm currently looking to play the female in a mxf pairing, although I'm open to multiple characters of multiple orientations and genders with the hopes of making more relationships than just the one between our mains.
I can reply a few times a week
More if I'm in love with our roleplay.
Third person
Can write in first as well, but third is preferred.
I have a few generic plots and pairings, ultimately because I want to come up with something we're both attached with. Below are some cravings:
Barista x returning customer
I'm really not sure why this appeals to me, but it does. I'm not terrible attached to this pairing as I have no plot, but would be happy to figure something out.
Widow x brother-in-law
Maybe she was the cause of his accident, or maybe he died from some terminal illness. Regardless, I'd love to explore the dynamic between families in this one.
Nurse x injured vet
This is, likely, as straight-forward as it sounds.
Detective x informant
The world is our oyster. Want to add some fantasy in? Cool.
City girl x country guy
She's visiting her father who abandoned her when she was a child. Meanwhile, he's been taken in and treated like a son.
And a plotter I'm craving:
She's been the babysitter for a few months, taking care of a child whose parents seem a little too old to bear children. When a man appears on her wealthy employer's doorstep, it's hard for her to wrap her mind around the fact that he's the kid's much older brother.
I'm hoping to hear from y'all!
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TL;DR: Looking for someone who can consistently provide quality posts and will help move the plot along for a modern (light, light, light fantasy) pairing/adventure
Forgive the bare bones of this IC ):
Hey guys!
I'm Callie, a 28-year-old she/her in EST.
Kind of looking for something particular, so bear with me.
I've got a certain idea in mind thanks to a recent partner. However, due to our muses that were taken elsewhere, I find myself still in search of someone who can finish this with me. It would include a search for some sort of legendary relic such as the Philospher's Stone, the Holy Grail, or the Shroud of Turin. Finding it will be grueling, and who knows what - or who - is guarding it? I would like to include more mature characters and some themes that may cause some distress, such as grief and other darker themes.
A little bit about me as a partner:
- I'm off for the next two weeks, so I'm excited to get something going. After that, I work an odd schedule with twelve hour shifts. I will not hassle you, but I do like to communicate OOC. Gushing about our characters, thinking about ways to get angsty and dramatic? sign me up!
- I will always reply with at least 500 words per post with descriptions of my character's actions, emotions, and reactions.
- I don't have many limits, and like to include mature content in my roleplays. I don't usually fade to black but, be convincing enough, and you may persuade me.
- I like multiple characters. It doesn't matter to me if you have them or not.
As far as partners are concerned, I'm looking for someone who can be patient as we both go through life and offer replies that are engaging and - hopefully - full of both quality and quantity. I have some ideas regarding what kind of backstories our characters could have, but that's up to negotiation. Like everyone else on this goddamn site, I'm looking for a male main character to my female. Idgaf how you identify in life if you can give me a quality roleplay. There should be some opportunity to double - if you'd like - with LGBTQ+ options later in the roleplay <3 I wouldn't hate to receive a writing sample and I'll give you one in return so that we can ensure we will be compatible with each other's styles.
I hope to hear from y'all soon!
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