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I'm 35, I require characters AND players 21+.
I've been F E A S T I N G on fucking horror for weeks now, and I am really interested in some weird dark comedy horror romance flavored nonsense. Monsters, scary stories, Halloween, A+ acted B-movies. I want some swampy, humid summer nights filled with strange noises. I'm sure I have a list of plots laying around here somewhere, but feel free to bring your own ideas too! I love the collaborative aspect of RP, so let's banter.
I've been F E A S T I N G on fucking horror for weeks now, and I am really interested in some weird dark comedy horror romance flavored nonsense. Monsters, scary stories, Halloween, A+ acted B-movies. I want some swampy, humid summer nights filled with strange noises. I'm sure I have a list of plots laying around here somewhere, but feel free to bring your own ideas too! I love the collaborative aspect of RP, so let's banter.
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M/M ONLY. 21+ PARTNERS AND CHARACTERS REQUIRED.
Hi, hello, I'm quent. I'm 34, I've been doing the thing for more than 20 years.
I am a slow responder (1-2 responses per week), so I'm looking for potential partners that are on the same wavelength. I absolutely do not mind if you respond immediately, but I am not capable of doing so, as much as I wish I could. I'm not particularly picky about length, and I absolutely will NOT mirror length for the sake of it, nor do I expect my partners to. I will write as much as feels right for a scene, sometimes that can get huge and lengthy, but sometimes a brief few paragraphs does the job just fine. I do love depth to characters, the setting, worldbuilding, all that fun stuff, so don't hesitate to blab with me. I love hearing about characters and spitballing ideas with my partners.
I have a list of plot nugs. Everything is malleable here, I'm not strictly set on any particular way to go about any of these ideas.
“Where the fuck did that building come from?”
[sci-fant, monsters/supernatural, eldritch horror, comedy-romance]
Welcome to the Garden, Paradiso, a casino-resort-styled structure that appeared over… a week? No, that couldn’t be right. It was huge, made of imported metal and sheet glass, and impressive titanium alloy skeletons, something like that couldn’t just appear. Construction robotics moved fast, but Jesus-fuckin’-Christ - like It had always been there. Strange-fuckin’-things are afoot at the Circle K, my good dude. Hey, the parking lot is loaded though. It’s probably safe.
“Hi! I’m your neighbor - just wanted to welcome you. House has been empty for awhile,”
[mod-fant, monsters/supernatural, psychological horror, drug/alcohol abuse, violence]
Something changed when the New Guy moved into the wasted out, starved Victorian skeleton of a house. He seems pretty okay, probably. He started cleaning up and working on the house; he seems to do most of the work himself. He seems fucking normal, mostly; looks scary, sort of. Maybe it’s vibes or some stupid shit, but it feels a little eerie. The guy is interesting, though, gotta’ give him that. It’s probably just that creepy fucking house spreading its creep onto the poor guy. He’s definitely, probably fine.
“Man, I’m sorry, you seem really familiar--”
[sci-fant, aliens, romedy, culture clash, potentially thriller/space horror, exotic anatomy]
A stripper/dancer/escort alien runs into a particularly zealous or infatuated client in an unusual place (eating at a donut arcade, buying groceries). I see a lot of comedy here, even if there are darker undertones at play - could possibly become some sort of toxic coupling? Stalking?
“Don’t follow strange noises at night; if they were for you, you’d know,”
[horror, thriller, supernatural, monsters, romance]
There’s something in the dark, wet woods out along where the gravel paths fade into the murk of long grass in deep mud, something that watches and waits. There’s all sorts of lore, there, most of it just made up shit, sure - but there’s no denying, the air crackles; it feels different. Electric. Powerful. Like a deep, measured breath, but rustling, turning, whispering. Is it whispering? It’s the wind, sharpened to a howl by the trees, surely. It’s not distant screaming. You’d know .
“You are safe now,”
[sci-fant, mystery, monsters, horror/suspense, slow burn]
They are rescued - maybe they were enslaved, or kidnapped, or maybe they were pulled out of a terrible accident, given life-saving aid, by a creature who does not have the appearance of your average friendly hero. The rescuer is a demon or fey, with pronounced/significant nonhuman features, and a rather horrific aura in general. The creature seems self aware; he merely remains calm, patient, offering his aid with painstaking care and time. He finds housing for the victim, or otherwise helps them rise up from their trauma, trying very hard not to seem like the Big Scary Villain.
“Fuck yeah! This is an invitation to a halloween gala - look at this, it’s gold filligree and fucking papyrus, real-deal shit! This place has the biggest, best masquerade I’ve ever heard of - you’re gonna’ LOVE IT!,”
[mod-fant, comedy, thrills, slow burn]
A simple invitation to a cool, rich-person halloween party where hundreds of people come dressed in costumes that cost a fortune, and get ripped all fucking night. A BLAST, most say - but it’s more than just a party. It’s a party for really important things, entities, monsters even, where they can let their tentacles out and play catch-up on the last millenia. It can get wild and freaky, but never deadly. Even existential terrors know how to place nice in a neutral place; the host expressly forbids in-fighting, where mortal enemies must ceasefire on the property, and he’s very good about enforcing that rule. A personal invitation is reserved for the host’s closest/dearest friends/acquaintances, but there are hundreds of generic (but still formal) unspecified invitations sent out, each allowing for up to three +1s. Meals are provided for all guests, including those with Special Dietary Restrictions and Requirements.
Hi, hello, I'm quent. I'm 34, I've been doing the thing for more than 20 years.
I am a slow responder (1-2 responses per week), so I'm looking for potential partners that are on the same wavelength. I absolutely do not mind if you respond immediately, but I am not capable of doing so, as much as I wish I could. I'm not particularly picky about length, and I absolutely will NOT mirror length for the sake of it, nor do I expect my partners to. I will write as much as feels right for a scene, sometimes that can get huge and lengthy, but sometimes a brief few paragraphs does the job just fine. I do love depth to characters, the setting, worldbuilding, all that fun stuff, so don't hesitate to blab with me. I love hearing about characters and spitballing ideas with my partners.
I have a list of plot nugs. Everything is malleable here, I'm not strictly set on any particular way to go about any of these ideas.
“Where the fuck did that building come from?”
[sci-fant, monsters/supernatural, eldritch horror, comedy-romance]
Welcome to the Garden, Paradiso, a casino-resort-styled structure that appeared over… a week? No, that couldn’t be right. It was huge, made of imported metal and sheet glass, and impressive titanium alloy skeletons, something like that couldn’t just appear. Construction robotics moved fast, but Jesus-fuckin’-Christ - like It had always been there. Strange-fuckin’-things are afoot at the Circle K, my good dude. Hey, the parking lot is loaded though. It’s probably safe.
“Hi! I’m your neighbor - just wanted to welcome you. House has been empty for awhile,”
[mod-fant, monsters/supernatural, psychological horror, drug/alcohol abuse, violence]
Something changed when the New Guy moved into the wasted out, starved Victorian skeleton of a house. He seems pretty okay, probably. He started cleaning up and working on the house; he seems to do most of the work himself. He seems fucking normal, mostly; looks scary, sort of. Maybe it’s vibes or some stupid shit, but it feels a little eerie. The guy is interesting, though, gotta’ give him that. It’s probably just that creepy fucking house spreading its creep onto the poor guy. He’s definitely, probably fine.
“Man, I’m sorry, you seem really familiar--”
[sci-fant, aliens, romedy, culture clash, potentially thriller/space horror, exotic anatomy]
A stripper/dancer/escort alien runs into a particularly zealous or infatuated client in an unusual place (eating at a donut arcade, buying groceries). I see a lot of comedy here, even if there are darker undertones at play - could possibly become some sort of toxic coupling? Stalking?
“Don’t follow strange noises at night; if they were for you, you’d know,”
[horror, thriller, supernatural, monsters, romance]
There’s something in the dark, wet woods out along where the gravel paths fade into the murk of long grass in deep mud, something that watches and waits. There’s all sorts of lore, there, most of it just made up shit, sure - but there’s no denying, the air crackles; it feels different. Electric. Powerful. Like a deep, measured breath, but rustling, turning, whispering. Is it whispering? It’s the wind, sharpened to a howl by the trees, surely. It’s not distant screaming. You’d know .
“You are safe now,”
[sci-fant, mystery, monsters, horror/suspense, slow burn]
They are rescued - maybe they were enslaved, or kidnapped, or maybe they were pulled out of a terrible accident, given life-saving aid, by a creature who does not have the appearance of your average friendly hero. The rescuer is a demon or fey, with pronounced/significant nonhuman features, and a rather horrific aura in general. The creature seems self aware; he merely remains calm, patient, offering his aid with painstaking care and time. He finds housing for the victim, or otherwise helps them rise up from their trauma, trying very hard not to seem like the Big Scary Villain.
“Fuck yeah! This is an invitation to a halloween gala - look at this, it’s gold filligree and fucking papyrus, real-deal shit! This place has the biggest, best masquerade I’ve ever heard of - you’re gonna’ LOVE IT!,”
[mod-fant, comedy, thrills, slow burn]
A simple invitation to a cool, rich-person halloween party where hundreds of people come dressed in costumes that cost a fortune, and get ripped all fucking night. A BLAST, most say - but it’s more than just a party. It’s a party for really important things, entities, monsters even, where they can let their tentacles out and play catch-up on the last millenia. It can get wild and freaky, but never deadly. Even existential terrors know how to place nice in a neutral place; the host expressly forbids in-fighting, where mortal enemies must ceasefire on the property, and he’s very good about enforcing that rule. A personal invitation is reserved for the host’s closest/dearest friends/acquaintances, but there are hundreds of generic (but still formal) unspecified invitations sent out, each allowing for up to three +1s. Meals are provided for all guests, including those with Special Dietary Restrictions and Requirements.
If you didn't read the title in Mrs. Doubtfire's voice, then I highly recommend rewatching it.
Hi, I'm quent, I'm 34, I've been writing/RPing for something like 23 years. I am of ambiguous gender and love gothic swamp monster horror. I supervise a medical dispensary in the southern US and I really dig cool music. I found this place randomly, and so far I'm digging it, too.
Hi, I'm quent, I'm 34, I've been writing/RPing for something like 23 years. I am of ambiguous gender and love gothic swamp monster horror. I supervise a medical dispensary in the southern US and I really dig cool music. I found this place randomly, and so far I'm digging it, too.
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