Actually the word choice is very crucial here. I didn't think he was saying that my choice and decisions were wrong, I just didn't want to be lumped in, even accidentally, with the kind of people he is talking about. His poor choice of wording implied that all straight men looking to play smut feel the way he was describing, when we do not. I felt it important to clarify because I don't feel that way. If he had added the word 'some', as in 'some straight men', or specified in some other way, there would have been no need for me to comment.
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My name's Cliff. I'm a 31-year-old guy who had been roleplaying on the internet since the ancient times of AOL chat rooms. I'm a huge nerd and I like EDM and posting cats on my tumblr. I'm also a crazy cat lady, so I post a lot of picture of my own cats on tumblr.
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You are correct, it does not. But you did not specify that in your post. You simply said "straight men looking to write smut with someone else".
Straight men looking to write smut with someone else don't do it merely for the artistic quality of the prose they're writing. It's a fulfillment of a sexual fantasy. If they're straight and their writing partner is a man that might break the spell of sexuality of the whole thing, because to them it's only exciting if it's written with a female writing partner. They fantasize about the idea that what they're writing is also turning the female writing partner on. Because they're straight, it simply isn't interesting to them to write that kind of content with a roleplayer they know to be a guy. It defeats the entire purpose.
That isn't sexism. It's heterosexuality.
Dude, speak for yourself. I don't know about the rest of the men on this site but I could be playing the raunchiest kinkiest smuttiest dirtiest 1x1 ERP and for some reason I don't feel like my sexuality takes a ding if my RP partner turns out to be a man too. You're right that this is a fantasy but I'm not having any fantasies about the other player it's all about the RP itself and the characters. There's no 'breaking the spell' or 'lost interest' if my partner is a man, as long as the characters are straight. Maybe we have a very different idea of what the purpose of these RPs is and I agree that it might not be sexism, but what you're saying sounds a lot like homophobia instead.
Maybe I'm the odd man out that I can still get into it without feeling like my sexuality is being questioned but don't act like you're the mouthpiece for all straight men on this forum. I don't give a flying fuck if my smut rp partner is a guy, a girl, or an alien (tentacles preferred please.)
Cheers!
I really like this idea, and I was going to submit a CS for the captain, but if @Sypherkhode822 is just going to straight up insult characters and promise to do so in character as well, this is not the type of game I want to be involved in. Trying to backtrack and blame "nitpicky pretentiousness" instead of apologizing? Please.
@Drache I really liked your CS. The wing was a neat concept and I'd have loved to see it in action.
@Drache I really liked your CS. The wing was a neat concept and I'd have loved to see it in action.
With the attention of the crew, including the captain, whom Kira gave a succinct nod to, the first mate decided to show off a little with her fiddle. She began dancing around, stomping her feet to the beat. When a second player joined in, she increased the tempo of the tune a bit.
When she reached the end of the song, she stopped suddenly, raised her arms, and bowed. However, she did not revel in the excitement for very long, for she quickly tucked the fiddle back under her chin and began another shanty. It would be another familiar to the sailors, and without waiting for any of them to join in, she began to sing. Her voice and accent were not the best for singing. Anyone unfamiliar with the words would have a hard time understanding her, and her surprisingly deep voice hit notes lower than most women could.
Wot shall we do wif a drunken sailor?
Wot shall we do wif a drunken sailor?
Wot shall we do wif a drunken sailor erleye in tha mornin?
At the chorus she played loudly and danced around while the sailors around her sang. Boots stomped and hands clapped. She led the next verse, her voice booming over the deck with an almost gravely quality.
Pu' 'im in a longboa' 'til 'e's sober!
Pu' 'im in a longboa' 'til 'e's sober!
Pu' 'im in a longboa' 'til 'e's sober erleye in tha mornin!
Kira's fingers deftly danced across the fingerboard, not missing a note as she stomped and kicked around during the next chorus.
Pu' 'im in tha scuppers wif a 'ose pipe on 'im!
Pu' 'im in tha scuppers wif a 'ose pipe on 'im!
Pu' 'im in tha scuppers wif a 'ose pipe on 'im erleye in tha mornin!
She continued for a few more verses, her voice growing steadily more harsh until the end of the song, when she stopped and bowed again, gasping to catch her breath. After a moment she turned to Jharnia and smiled.
"Ah 'ope tha' were to yer loikin', m'dear," she said breathily, her throat scratchy and raw from belting out lyrics. "There's always more where dat came from, yeh?" She glanced over at the captain, and gave the mage a slight bow. "By yer leave, ah fink ah should go see tha cap'n now." With that, she strode across the deck, her boots clomping quietly as she went to meet Captain Blaine.
When she reached the end of the song, she stopped suddenly, raised her arms, and bowed. However, she did not revel in the excitement for very long, for she quickly tucked the fiddle back under her chin and began another shanty. It would be another familiar to the sailors, and without waiting for any of them to join in, she began to sing. Her voice and accent were not the best for singing. Anyone unfamiliar with the words would have a hard time understanding her, and her surprisingly deep voice hit notes lower than most women could.
Wot shall we do wif a drunken sailor?
Wot shall we do wif a drunken sailor?
Wot shall we do wif a drunken sailor erleye in tha mornin?
At the chorus she played loudly and danced around while the sailors around her sang. Boots stomped and hands clapped. She led the next verse, her voice booming over the deck with an almost gravely quality.
Pu' 'im in a longboa' 'til 'e's sober!
Pu' 'im in a longboa' 'til 'e's sober!
Pu' 'im in a longboa' 'til 'e's sober erleye in tha mornin!
Kira's fingers deftly danced across the fingerboard, not missing a note as she stomped and kicked around during the next chorus.
Pu' 'im in tha scuppers wif a 'ose pipe on 'im!
Pu' 'im in tha scuppers wif a 'ose pipe on 'im!
Pu' 'im in tha scuppers wif a 'ose pipe on 'im erleye in tha mornin!
She continued for a few more verses, her voice growing steadily more harsh until the end of the song, when she stopped and bowed again, gasping to catch her breath. After a moment she turned to Jharnia and smiled.
"Ah 'ope tha' were to yer loikin', m'dear," she said breathily, her throat scratchy and raw from belting out lyrics. "There's always more where dat came from, yeh?" She glanced over at the captain, and gave the mage a slight bow. "By yer leave, ah fink ah should go see tha cap'n now." With that, she strode across the deck, her boots clomping quietly as she went to meet Captain Blaine.
Kira was completely unfamiliar with magic, but the name Jharnia called her skill sounded like something that had to do with moving water. Her tactical mind spun for a few moments, imagining what possibilities that could entail, until she was distracted from her thoughs by the mage's demonstration.
Kira watched in awe as the water moved to Jharnia's will, changing shape as she gestured. Her mouth hung open slightly. She had never actually seen a display of magic before, and she continued to stare at the water as it laid back into the bowl.
"An entire ship?" The astonishment in Kira's voice was obvious. "Tha's qui' a skill. Ah'd 'ate t' 'ave t' put et t' use, yeh." Since Kira was in charge of defense of the ship, she sunk back into her thoughts for a bit, scenarios of the Azure Rising being attacked by various imaginary enemies and Jharnia's skill keeping them unharmed.
She was pulled from her thoughts yet again as Jharnia's exotic accent drifted to her ears. She had almost forgotten she was still holding her fiddle. "O' course, m'dear. Ah'm sure e'ryone else 'as been wai'in fer somethin' as well." She winked at the mage and double-checked her tuning.
Satisfied, she drew the bow across the strings, the beautiful sound of the Green Fall Seal instrument floating across the deck and drawing the attention of many of the crew members. Her fingers deftly manipulated the strings as she began to play a familiar shanty with a medium tempo. Her skill with the fiddle kept the notes ringing clearly, audible from bow to stern.
Kira watched in awe as the water moved to Jharnia's will, changing shape as she gestured. Her mouth hung open slightly. She had never actually seen a display of magic before, and she continued to stare at the water as it laid back into the bowl.
"An entire ship?" The astonishment in Kira's voice was obvious. "Tha's qui' a skill. Ah'd 'ate t' 'ave t' put et t' use, yeh." Since Kira was in charge of defense of the ship, she sunk back into her thoughts for a bit, scenarios of the Azure Rising being attacked by various imaginary enemies and Jharnia's skill keeping them unharmed.
She was pulled from her thoughts yet again as Jharnia's exotic accent drifted to her ears. She had almost forgotten she was still holding her fiddle. "O' course, m'dear. Ah'm sure e'ryone else 'as been wai'in fer somethin' as well." She winked at the mage and double-checked her tuning.
Satisfied, she drew the bow across the strings, the beautiful sound of the Green Fall Seal instrument floating across the deck and drawing the attention of many of the crew members. Her fingers deftly manipulated the strings as she began to play a familiar shanty with a medium tempo. Her skill with the fiddle kept the notes ringing clearly, audible from bow to stern.
Kira leaned against the rail next to Jharnia, removing her fiddle from the case. She pretended to be checking the instrument when in reality she was checking out the mage. She was a pretty girl, no doubt, but other things besides the conversation at hand were going through her mind at the moment.
Truth be told, it hadn't occured to Kira why the captain suggested she have a conversation with Jharnia. "Fers' ma'e is in charge o' th' defense o' th' ship..." Kira paused for a moment. "Well blow me over," she said, and laughed, pulling the bow from her case.
"Dinnae take me fer a foo, bu' ah dinnae thought t' think why th' cap'n wanted me t' talk t' yer!" She laughed again. "O' course, ah'm in charge o' defense o' th' ship, an' yer th' ship's mage!"
She pulled the bow across the strings and it was frighteningly out of tune. "Oi, bless me." Kira began to fiddle with the tuning as she spoke to Jharnia again. "Bein' yer th' ship's mage an' all, if'n by chance we are attacked, wot can yer do t' aid in th' defense o' th' ship?"
Finally the fiddle was tuned a little more to Kira's liking, and she played a few quiet notes while she looked expectantly at the mage. She was still kicking herself inwardly for not realizing the reason Blaine would have her talk to Jharnia. He did seem rather... aloof?
Truth be told, it hadn't occured to Kira why the captain suggested she have a conversation with Jharnia. "Fers' ma'e is in charge o' th' defense o' th' ship..." Kira paused for a moment. "Well blow me over," she said, and laughed, pulling the bow from her case.
"Dinnae take me fer a foo, bu' ah dinnae thought t' think why th' cap'n wanted me t' talk t' yer!" She laughed again. "O' course, ah'm in charge o' defense o' th' ship, an' yer th' ship's mage!"
She pulled the bow across the strings and it was frighteningly out of tune. "Oi, bless me." Kira began to fiddle with the tuning as she spoke to Jharnia again. "Bein' yer th' ship's mage an' all, if'n by chance we are attacked, wot can yer do t' aid in th' defense o' th' ship?"
Finally the fiddle was tuned a little more to Kira's liking, and she played a few quiet notes while she looked expectantly at the mage. She was still kicking herself inwardly for not realizing the reason Blaine would have her talk to Jharnia. He did seem rather... aloof?
Kira rolled her eyes at the captain after shaking his hand. "Aye, yer gi' used ta et. Ah dinnae loik t' repea'in meself, fair warnin' on tha'." She attempted to speak a little slower, hoping Blaine would catch more of what she said that time.
She walked with the captain, falling behind several times to get a good look at his finely sculpted ass. She knew he was checking her out as well.
She listened intently as Blaine outlined the responsibilities of her new position. They were certainly some major obligations, but Kira was confident she would be able to fulfull them. She took the small bronze key and placed it in one of the pockets of her vest. She would go down to see the armory later, for sure.
When Blaine leaned on the doorframe of the cabin he claimed was hers, she casually reached into her cleavage and produced the key Darshane had given her when she boarded. "Aye, yer scu'lebu' sounds t' be correct," she said as she unlocked the door. "Ah may jes bring me fiddle ou' this evenin'."
Kira watched the captain's rear retreat for a few moments before slipping into her room and inventorying her things. Apparently her drunk self from the previous night knew what was about - she managed to get all her things stashed in her trunk and get it to the ship in one piece. She pulled out her wooden fiddle case and set it on the small table by the bed. She would definitely bring it out as the sun went down, as often as she could to keep the sailors' morale up.
She got up and left her cabin, locking the door behind her, and headed to the Armory. She would spend most of the day there, taking stock in what Master Cavendish had been so gracious to supply. She made sure everything was clean and in working order before she realized it was already getting late and she still hadn't talked to the mage.
Kira went back to her cabin and fetched her fiddle out of its case. The gorgeous instrument had cost her more than a few pretty pennies, but its sound was absolutely worth it. She saw herself back up top just in time to see the sun setting. It looked truly beautiful shining across the bright blue sails. She looked around the deck and spied Darshane and a dark-skinned black-haired woman who must be Jharnia. And so she approached the woman.
"Yer mus be Jharnia," she said slowly, more than likely butchering the mage's name. "Ah's Kira, Blaine's fers' mate." She would keep forgetting that anyone other than the regular crew members would be able to understand her natural accent.
She walked with the captain, falling behind several times to get a good look at his finely sculpted ass. She knew he was checking her out as well.
She listened intently as Blaine outlined the responsibilities of her new position. They were certainly some major obligations, but Kira was confident she would be able to fulfull them. She took the small bronze key and placed it in one of the pockets of her vest. She would go down to see the armory later, for sure.
When Blaine leaned on the doorframe of the cabin he claimed was hers, she casually reached into her cleavage and produced the key Darshane had given her when she boarded. "Aye, yer scu'lebu' sounds t' be correct," she said as she unlocked the door. "Ah may jes bring me fiddle ou' this evenin'."
Kira watched the captain's rear retreat for a few moments before slipping into her room and inventorying her things. Apparently her drunk self from the previous night knew what was about - she managed to get all her things stashed in her trunk and get it to the ship in one piece. She pulled out her wooden fiddle case and set it on the small table by the bed. She would definitely bring it out as the sun went down, as often as she could to keep the sailors' morale up.
She got up and left her cabin, locking the door behind her, and headed to the Armory. She would spend most of the day there, taking stock in what Master Cavendish had been so gracious to supply. She made sure everything was clean and in working order before she realized it was already getting late and she still hadn't talked to the mage.
Kira went back to her cabin and fetched her fiddle out of its case. The gorgeous instrument had cost her more than a few pretty pennies, but its sound was absolutely worth it. She saw herself back up top just in time to see the sun setting. It looked truly beautiful shining across the bright blue sails. She looked around the deck and spied Darshane and a dark-skinned black-haired woman who must be Jharnia. And so she approached the woman.
"Yer mus be Jharnia," she said slowly, more than likely butchering the mage's name. "Ah's Kira, Blaine's fers' mate." She would keep forgetting that anyone other than the regular crew members would be able to understand her natural accent.
"Aye, yer gorram roi'," Kira said in response to the bosun's question. She took the key to her quarters and stashed it in her voluminous cleavage, then clomped loudly up the gangplank. She spared a few looks around the deck before deciding what to do first. Multiple sailors busy with getting the ship ready to make way recognized her from the previous night, and she shared a few laughs and some familiarity with them. A few were surprised at how much one woman could drink - she had out-drank many of them during the celebrations.
She noted the captain lounging about while talking to... a tiny person? Kira had never met a fairy before, so she was genuinely curious. Unfortunately, she became extremely distracted by the captain himself. He was clearly the most handsome man on the ship, but the margin was enormous. The things Kira could do to that man...
She shook her head. Those thoughts could be dwelled upon later - for now she had to focus. The crew appeared to know what they were doing. The last few had boarded behind Kira, and after a good tongue-lashing they had their orders and were scurrying about. Before she knew it, the ship cast off from the dock, sails unfurling, the bosun shouting to weigh anchor.
Kira made her way to the Captain to introduce herself. "Cap'n!" She saluted him briefly, more a gesture of respect than anything else as they were not members of any navy, then offered a hand to shake. "Me name's Kira Kodera. Ah bin 'ired t' be yer fers' ma'e."
She noted the captain lounging about while talking to... a tiny person? Kira had never met a fairy before, so she was genuinely curious. Unfortunately, she became extremely distracted by the captain himself. He was clearly the most handsome man on the ship, but the margin was enormous. The things Kira could do to that man...
She shook her head. Those thoughts could be dwelled upon later - for now she had to focus. The crew appeared to know what they were doing. The last few had boarded behind Kira, and after a good tongue-lashing they had their orders and were scurrying about. Before she knew it, the ship cast off from the dock, sails unfurling, the bosun shouting to weigh anchor.
Kira made her way to the Captain to introduce herself. "Cap'n!" She saluted him briefly, more a gesture of respect than anything else as they were not members of any navy, then offered a hand to shake. "Me name's Kira Kodera. Ah bin 'ired t' be yer fers' ma'e."
Kira had spent the previous night celebrating in a bar with her new fellow crewmates. There had been lots of drinking and merriment, and she discovered that despite being drunk, she could still play lively tunes on her fiddle. She also involved herself in a fair amount of gambling with dice as the sailors attempted to increase their sign-on bonuses, only succeeding in decreasing them as she won nearly every game.
Today was the day they were supposed to set sail, and she had stayed in an inn close to the docks. She took her time to enjoy a nice, long hot bath before leaving, since she knew it would be a long time before she could enjoy such a pleasure. She had paid a dockworker to make sure her belongings were stowed on board, since everything she owned would fit in a single trunk, save for the clothes she dressed herself in before leaving the inn.
Heavy, ominous clomping of boots preceded her arrival at on the dock. She was dressed completely in black, save for a few silver embellishments on her greatcoat and vest. The vest looked like it was having a difficult time containing her massive bust. Her long brown hair was tied in a thick braid that hung down below her shapely rear, though the shapeliness was somewhat hidden under the coat.
As she approached the gangplank, she saw a horse being led off the dock by one of those fox-looking fellows. Who in their right mind would take a horse onto the dock in the first place? she wondered, making a confused face for a moment before deciding she didn't care anymore. There was a line of men waiting to board, and she recognized a few of them from the previous evening. She figured out the tall gentleman checking names was the bosun before she was standing before him.
"Mornin' bosun," she greeted him cheerfully. "Qui'e teh ge'ou' ge'in' on, yeh? Ah ken yer go' me on yer list, so step i' so's ah kin ge' t' mee'in wif teh cap'n."
Kira spoke quickly, and her accent was absolutely atrocious, typical more of the fishermen that lived along the coast outside of the city. If the bosun understood any of that, she would actually have been surprised. For anyone experienced with it, the accent was not too difficult to decipher, but she was used to people not having a clue what she said. Being used to it didn't make her any less irritated at having to repeat herself, however.
She rocked back and forth on her feet, the heavy boots thunking gently as she waited for the bosun's reply.
Today was the day they were supposed to set sail, and she had stayed in an inn close to the docks. She took her time to enjoy a nice, long hot bath before leaving, since she knew it would be a long time before she could enjoy such a pleasure. She had paid a dockworker to make sure her belongings were stowed on board, since everything she owned would fit in a single trunk, save for the clothes she dressed herself in before leaving the inn.
Heavy, ominous clomping of boots preceded her arrival at on the dock. She was dressed completely in black, save for a few silver embellishments on her greatcoat and vest. The vest looked like it was having a difficult time containing her massive bust. Her long brown hair was tied in a thick braid that hung down below her shapely rear, though the shapeliness was somewhat hidden under the coat.
As she approached the gangplank, she saw a horse being led off the dock by one of those fox-looking fellows. Who in their right mind would take a horse onto the dock in the first place? she wondered, making a confused face for a moment before deciding she didn't care anymore. There was a line of men waiting to board, and she recognized a few of them from the previous evening. She figured out the tall gentleman checking names was the bosun before she was standing before him.
"Mornin' bosun," she greeted him cheerfully. "Qui'e teh ge'ou' ge'in' on, yeh? Ah ken yer go' me on yer list, so step i' so's ah kin ge' t' mee'in wif teh cap'n."
Kira spoke quickly, and her accent was absolutely atrocious, typical more of the fishermen that lived along the coast outside of the city. If the bosun understood any of that, she would actually have been surprised. For anyone experienced with it, the accent was not too difficult to decipher, but she was used to people not having a clue what she said. Being used to it didn't make her any less irritated at having to repeat herself, however.
She rocked back and forth on her feet, the heavy boots thunking gently as she waited for the bosun's reply.
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