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as a rper, i am forever oscillating between:

taking things way too seriously and not seriously enough

having too much muse and never having enough muse

writing too much and writing not enough

having way too many headcanons and completely mind blanking

writing a novel in 20mins and writing two sentences in an hour

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Writing Sample #10 - Cadmium & Lawrence

There was a clack as a colorful skateboard's wheels encountered ridged rocks on the dark pavement. The board owner, Cadmium, appeared unfazed as he steadily maneuvered onto the sidewalk. He expertly snapped the board upward into his grasp— his expression bored, annoyed by the creeping chill of winter. I regret not wearing the damn sweater. Cade preferred summer, dreading the first sign of snow. Maybe it was just an excuse for his recent shitter-than-average attitude; perhaps he was exhausted overall. 

Despite his winter aversion, the blonde arrived right on time to his destination— dressed in a neat, uniquely patterned button-up, a design Cade was quickly associated with by detail-oriented eyes. His mocha pleated pants complimented the off-white of his shirt; the blouse was decorated with floral depictions in darker ink. He looked good. 

It was early evening, and while typically, Cade would have preferred to have been anywhere else, he found himself entering the establishment. Well, there they are. He quickly spotted his three co-workers from across the room, already feeling a headache brewing. This place desperately needed to have hard liquor for the sake of his sanity. Cade was unwilling to suffer through this work party sober. He attempted to quell his irritation as he walked over, the skateboard tucked under his arm. 

There he is, looking cuter each day. The thought was almost bitter as Cade's amaranth-colored irises studied one of the three men. Which just so happened to be none other than Oscar Seitaikei. The photography major had yet to come to the conclusion of his attraction to the quiet musician— to be honest, he didn't really care for the reason. Cade found him absolutely miraculous; for now, he didn't mind quietly observing until the decision was made. 

"Cade, you always look so happy to be around us." Lawrence, another co-worker, teased Cadmium as the latter slid into the open seat beside him. 

The raven-haired male's amethyst eyes shimmered in the restaurant lighting, his lips peeled back in a small grin. Bastard. "You're such a tool. Where's boss?" Cade snatched the menu in front of Lawrence, quickly scanning the pages.

Lawrence was amused by Cadmium's typical antics. Raising a thin eyebrow, he chuckled at the blonde's eagerness to become drunk. "Boss couldn't make it— something about a family celebration. I guess she forgot to reschedule." He had confirmed it wasn't an emergency, wanting to build a decent relationship with his kind employer. 

Turning his attention back towards the other two— Oscar and Luka, he realized he had completely forgotten what they were talking about. "What are you guys thinking of ordering?" Smooth. 

Lawrence managed to somewhat relax despite his current circumstances. The business major wasn't exactly friends with the others surrounding the table; honestly, he wasn't sure he even liked them. Whatever his feelings on the matter, the raven-haired male wore a comforting smile, patiently waiting for a response.

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Writing Sample #9 - Patrick (NS//FW)

WARNING: 18+ Themes, Mature Content, M/M

"I can think of a few ways," Patrick's voice was velvety and low, entirely fond of his lover's roughness. He released a soft groan, immediately excited by battling dominance. Fuck, can I not just bend him over now? Patrick's teeth tugged against Izan's soft, honey-tasting lips— his tongue invading his partner's mouth. The alpha broke the kiss, his dark gaze filled with lust as he managed to behave himself. All he wanted was to rip Izan's clothes off.

Patrick knew it was far too risky. The mere thought was an irritating circumstance. "How about my office, hm? You against mahogany..." The brunette's imagination was filled with images of Izan spread across his desk— beyond pleased he had chosen a laptop, allowing such fantasies to exist without complications. Within seconds of the proposal, Patrick was pulling his lover towards the more secluded room of the house. They would still need to be quiet, even if it were farer than the master bedroom.

The office door clicked shut, and Patrick immediately began tearing at Izan's shirt. As his partner's coffee-colored chest was revealed, the alpha pressed Izan against the desk. "You get sexier every day," He flirted with a smirk, tugging his lover into another kiss. Patrick's practiced hands found their way to Izan's thighs, pushing him into his leather chair— his husband deserved more attention than just a quick fuck.

Meanwhile, Patrick moved his lips from Izan's, quickly fishing a nearby handkerchief he just so happened to have recently purchased. "Open your mouth." He whispered seductively, pressing the crisp fabric in-between his lover's lips as a stand-in ballgag. The brunette was far too proud of himself, lowering himself to his knees. "I think you deserve a reward," His tone was far huskier as he pulled at Izan's pants— pulling his top off to reveal his sun-kissed toned chest. Patrick took in his partner's features, his beautiful lips wrapped around the cloth; how is he so damn cute?

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hello all! 21+ writer (they/them) on the search for active, long-term descriptive roleplay partners. i am currently obsessed with multi-muse, multi-pairing plotlines regardless of general theme! i do all pairing types and trans muses are always welcome!

mini plot wants:

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poly-romantic relationships (open to several ideas with this one! currently thinking; coworkers, a/b/o, supernatural, etc.)

office romances

open to other fathomless plots! i typically prefer these; drama, horror, fantasy, historical, cyberpunk, slice of life, etc.

i am naturally a bit awkward and socially inept but i do genuinely love plotting and getting all excited for rps. i enjoy making Pinterest boards, music playlist, and general memeing with my partners. so if you're interested please like this and i'll send you a dm c:

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I try not to post personal stuff much cause that’s just not me on this account. But I have extremely reaction to the first one. I was judged harshly for blocking people when in a poor mental state or other personal related issues. I am bad at talking to people and get severe anxiety very easily so I’m just doing what’s best for my mental health.

RPC self-care

We all get worn down by life and often we turn to RP for rejuvenation. But more than once I've seen people on here that find themselves burnt out on the RP community itself. With nearly 20 years of role playing under my belt, I thought I'd share some of my favourite self-care tricks.

Block people. You don't have to explain yourself and 'weird vibes' is a legitimate reason. You deserve to feel safe and unbothered in your hobby space, and RP is based on consent. Just like with any recreational activity, you can withdraw your consent at any time and no is a complete sentence.

Turn off anon. This prevents anonymous harassment and gives you great insight into who to block or report if you get non-anonymous harassment.

Drop threads. I know RP etiquette suggests you need to tell your RP partner when and why, and sure, if they ask politely you can give it a go - just know that a pre-written variant of 'not feeling it' is good enough. In my humble opinion, I think dropping boring or vexing threads is everyone's prerogative and doesn't require explanation. Again, no is a complete sentence.

Talk it out. If you like the thread but things took a turn you didn't like, it's time to bring the RP into the workshop. Something like 'Hey I really like our RP so far but I'm losing my spark, can we talk about course correcting where the plot is going?'

Make clear rules and revise them frequently. I'd also advise against spending said rules excusing or explaining why you don't like or want a certain thing - I cannot stress enough how your preferences are not up for debate.

Get comfy chasing. A lot of RP is about inviting others to play over and over and over. Rejection is a part of it. See if you can't find some element of self-care in it - taking rejection well is a great skill to practice in such a low stake environment.

Notice and celebrate the good stuff, instead of digging holes about the bad. Tell your co-players how great they are. Marvel at all the hard work you put into your muses and graphics. Admire your own blog.

Stop. Take a break. Check in with yourself. Do you actually need to face something in IRL? Do you need to rest? A snickers? A walk? Don't bother with posts á la 'offline for the day' - leave your options open to reduce guilt or shame if you want to poke your head back in.

Happy writing. 🌿

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Currently craving dark (🕊️) theme roleplays with both smut/gore involved if possible.

Interested in anything Halloween or spooky themed like cults, witches, supernatural, serial killer, etc.

Also still looking for a multi-muse among us rp! Please pm me for full details if interested.

I’m open to all pairings types with a preference for f/f atm but absolutely love m/m and m/f (trans/nb are more than welcome as well 💕)

I prefer to be a switch than strictly top or bottom but can discuss. I’m also open to doubling up!

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Writing Sample #8 - Chilled (Alt. Version)

The low hiss of oxygen tanks had always been a peculiar noise to Chilled, who, despite being stuffed inside an astronaut suit for nearly a week, still somehow had the brain power to reminisce on the events. The tall, stark, white-haired male stepped inside his personally assigned shuttlepod— his gloved fingers tapping the smooth, empty space of the control panel. His orders from the woman in charge of the previous space control area were clear— if not a bit aggressive; Chilled would ride within the small rocket until he reached his destination. Such was a dwelling for people from around the globe, a space community built on the foundation of coming together to rebuild.

Well— that wasn't entirely true. Chilled's planet had been gone for seven years, from where he began training within the commandeering Space Force. A program that taught him diligence and secrecy, opening his mind to the lurking unknown that exists beyond the surface of what humans believe possible. The memories of what he had been shown— been through flittered past his dark eyes, a heavy exhale escaping from his lips. There was a sputter from his suit's internal hardware; the unworn, vintage white spacesuit attest to his both luck and poor timing. He felt the sudden surge of energy, the preparations for take-off having been completed as his chest lurched forward. It felt as if his spleen was leaving his body, what little of his soul left being sucked into the ether.

Chilled had always imagined time in space would feel slow, yet, in his experience, he felt as though the days flew by. Perhaps it was due to his missions and several brushes with death… He lived through a different lens than the hermit gamer who surrounded himself with goofy companions he had once been. They were long gone or dead, graveless and strewn about in pieces across the galaxy. The pale-skinned man's cloudy eyes welled with tears, forcing them away as he felt the slowing of his pod. The spy was shocked by the quickness of his arrival, gathering his things and thoughts as a loud noise sounded before a release of pressured air. The tall man climbed outside the pod and dropped to the ground with his several bags either grasped in hand or thrown across his shoulder.

Scanning the area, Chilled noticed other pods locked into place, each veiled by glass with electronic devices attached in flashing colors. He was a new arrival, meaning others aboard were acquainted with one another. The spy couldn't determine if this was good or bad news. He walked down into a hallway that forked at the end, noticing a slip of brunette hair. Rounding the corner, he saw a taller-than-average woman tinkering with a control panel she had peeled from the wall. She had a focused expression on her narrow face, grease stains smudged on her cheek. "Please work, the party is soon…" She paused, drawing out the word, tilting her head towards Chilled's direction in a snap. It surprised the new arrival, who caught ocean eyes staring intensely into his own.

He broke eye contact as he gazed towards the panel, studying the wire layout as his practical mind pieced the mental puzzles together. "Here," He grabbed the tool she was holding gently, the pink-suited woman raising a brow as he turned his attention to the panel again.

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Mavis couldn't believe the sheer confidence the human male openly wore like a badge of honor. She was almost disappointed that the devious human wasn't a new alien companion despite the prominent suspicion that seemed to loom over the white-haired man. It partially made the monstrous being paranoid; his attitude unsettling in a way the dark-haired beast couldn't communicate. She certainly did not trust this one.

"Here." The woman blinked as she returned to reality, her lurking bloodlust stirring in the pit of her stomach. Mavis noticed the man was holding out her tool, waiting with an almost bored look on his face to acknowledge his handy work. The alien looked at the panel, her eyes widening as she saw the newcomer had quickly completed the repair.

To her surprise, Chilled had turned to leave, but not before Mavis cried out. "Mavis! That's my name, rude!" She sounded playful but more frustrated towards the end as she gazed back towards the man's labor. Her anger heightened, slamming the panel back on as she let out a slight growl. "Fucker."

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Finnian adored move-in days, for that was also shipment days. Restocking was always the chef's favorite day of the month, despite the manual labor it placed him under was certainly a pain. Unlike standard restocking days, it also came with someone new to the crew, which was appreciated for companionship and entertainment in their current situation. "Why are you so excited about all… this?" His careless, pushy friend pressed, nursing her first glass of wine for the evening. Orange shrugged his shoulders as he stripped another box of its outer coating, opening it as he reveled over the fresh ingredients organized within.

"Refreshes my creative juices. Plus, food is good for the soul. At least, I like to think it is." He sounded relatively wholesome in his explanation as he expertly stripped mean from the bone, placing the fragments aside to keep for other possible needs upon board. "And Enzo said it's tradition, though he didn't explain further than that." He wasn't the type to argue; Finnian enjoyed showing off his skills in an apron.

Narissa shook her hand as if his suggestions were flies to be swat, "Nonsense, the man just wants a party. I mean booze, food, maybe attractive company?" She flashed that beautiful, gleaming smile of hers. "I mean, who would deny such a treat?" Finnian could hardly argue with the scientist's logic. Red always seemed to know more than she led on; perhaps that was her authentic charm.

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Disclaimer: Chilled, once again, is based off of a social media personality named ChilledChaos’s among us bean. I tend to lean towards a less unhinged personality compared to the typical gameplay. This is not me representing the streamer/nor does the character appear like the streamer.

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🍂 An Updated, Long Overdo Welcome

⊹ Hello! My name is Piper/Leaf, I am a twenty-one, literate to novella styled roleplayer/writer. I am on the constant search for new partners to concoct a world with.

As a socially awkward person, please excuse me when it comes to socialization, it's not my forte but hey we try. I am mainly a fathomless roleplayer with limited fandoms.

For fathomless I will do nearly any kind of roleplay aside from Idols/Gang/Pregnancy plotlines as they don't particularly interest me. As far as favorites, those are as listed: Fantasy, D&D, Horror, Historical, Murder Mystery/Whodunnits, Stalker/Yandere, Slice of Life(when in the right setting), and many others! I also really enjoy adding in dark themes, however, if curious please message me directly for details.

As far as Fandoms, I will list them below!

Among Us (This is more of an idea than fandom, pls dm if interested)

Baldur's Gate

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Octopath Traveler I, II

Valorant

League of Legends

Six of Crows / Grishaverse

Arcane

Huniepop (All games)

RWBY

I'll update this listing if any new are added! I do work a fulltime job so I attempt to post around 1-3+ times a week. I will do any gender pairings and have a preference for f/f or m/m. I will NOT only play a singular m/f pairing where I am playing the masculine role as I am both queer and a woman so I prefer to have at least one or the other.

If you have any questions please let me know! Writing samples are all over my page. Thanks for reading!

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Writing Sample #7 - Jeong

A blank slate, the flipping open of a novel's freshly printed pages, the simple, humble beginnings of a new era. Calloused hands swept cautiously through several waves of naturally curled locks, followed by a short exhale. The man studied his features in the mirror, anxious hand tapping on the leather casing of the vehicle's wheel. Not a hair out of place, suit fitted to the nines… Then he froze suddenly, realizing he had forgotten an item in his early haste. Jeong could picture his bento box delicately arranged with several freshly prepped ingredients for his lunch. Perhaps it was an omen on his first official day of new work, the world's signal that this project was doomed before it had even begun. In his astute confidence, the man only appeared to be unnerved for the sake of his appetite. Jeong was a well-practiced graphic artist, recognized as an individual with great skill and an even better work ethic. At least, that was the stellar reviews several of his employers seemed to rate him. Their only complaints with Jeong stemmed from the same vein—his inability to socialize or have a relationship with anyone. It wasn't as though the man despised people; he couldn't often care to acknowledge them. Jeong became focused on becoming exceptional, honing his craft while trying to stabilize his life to live comfortably.

Exiting his car, the young adult walked to the fantastically structured art studio. As he walked casually, memories glinted in his eyes, slowly taking in the astounding architecture of the building. Unlike his previous jobs, something about this office was quite welcoming to Jeong; he wasn't sure if the gorgeous windows that spanned walls in some of the private offices or different details that encapsulated beauty. Entering the office, the dark-haired man said his few gentle good mornings as he paced deeper inside. There was light morning chatter as he passed several rooms, paper already littering the floor— likely from the previous night. Another department handling a separate project was drawing near the deadline for a significantly famous comic book line. It was a time of the year when dark circles and soft snores became normality for specific areas of the office. Jeong paused as he grew closer to the room for the new graphic novel, noticing several people crowding the door that seemed to be closed. He took in the surrounding faces, acknowledging those he had worked with previously. It was only then Jeong noticed a slip of auburn hair, caught off guard by the intensity of the color. He didn't recognize the woman as she faced the opposite direction; however, she still caught his attention for longer than most people could admit. It was long enough wonder that it caused the tanned male's brow to crease in questioning his waver.

Only then did the door to the room open, a strict manager's face appearing in view as she spoke. "Good morning, everyone. Please find your appropriately assigned desk; in five minutes, we will begin." She exited the room, allowing everyone waiting to filter inside. Jeong stayed till most people had emptied the hallway, searching the leftover desk till he saw the one with his name scripted across the paper attached beside his desk. Taking a seat, he began unpacking his belongings— placing them all in perfect order, arranged in the particular way he preferred. He finished unloading his messenger bag, raising his dark eyes to see the same vibrant red from earlier in the hallway. He still couldn't see her facial features as she faced the employee neighboring her desk. Jeong felt uneasy in his interest, drawn towards this woman despite not fully seeing her or hearing her utter a word. It was a confusion he wasn't familiar with, nor did he want to distract himself from committing to his work. His brain lulled on the previous thought, a questioning he wasn't fond of formulating. Was a distraction more than welcome?

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if you write a strong character, let them fail.

if you write a selfless hero, let them get mad at people.

if you write a cold-hearted villain, make them cry.

if you write a brokenhearted victim, let them smile again.

if you write a bold leader, make them seek guidance.

if you write a confident genius, make them be wrong, or get stumped once in a while.

if you write a fighter or a warrior, let them lose a battle, but let them win the war.

if you write a character who loses everything, let them find something.

if you write a reluctant hero, give them a reason to fight.

credit:@aj-eddy

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Writing Sample #6 - Temenos

 'Twas a gloomy, fog filled night, the teeth chattering ocean breeze rolled across the several hills of the small hamlet bordering ginormous mass of water, its usual crystal clear currents tinged with inky blackness that dared to engulf any soul that trudged into its waves. The thin pine leaves shook as if frightened by an unwelcome guest who had unceremoniously spun onto its shores. Beaches that contained glittering sand with bustling streets built by ambitious people with exhausted brows– toiling daily, counting mere dimes in their coin purses. It was on one portion of said beach was a bizarre little shop erected; home to a strange man elected the "oddity merchant" by his neighbors.          That merchant was named Temenos Saintistel. Standing behind his ornate cherry wood desk, which had originally had been his father's, the merchant stood with an ache throbbing on his abdomen. "Now, I told you to stay off your feet youngin'." An older woman with coarse blonde hair with sparse strands of gray stood with a frustrated expression, hastily procuring several vials of peculiar ingredients of several varieties and placing them before her. 

        "Sorry to worry you, ma'am." One of his strong, well worked hands was tightly gripped on the side, his face tensed in exasperation of the pain twinging throughout his entire upper half of his body. His onyx colored hair was messy–parted incorrectly in several different directions, victim to his cream panama hat that sat upturned at his fist. Temenos's other hand slid up to rub the back of his head while feeling increasingly awkward despite the waves of agony rolling across his skin. 

        One of the shutters shook in a distraught manner, causing both occupants to jump in surprise. "Oh my!" The woman, who was named Castii had previously warned the merchant of the building's abysmal structure. As a locally born apothecary, she had gotten quite skilled at understanding a properly built home and was well acquainted with assisting in knowledge of repairs. Shaking her head, she murmured quietly to herself as she sprinkled different amounts of individual ingredients into her mortar, grinding down everything added with the pestle. "Now you use this three times a day and it will calm that rash. And don't you dare go back into those waters when its so dark, have the whole town acting like fools!" The male winced in response to her brutal wording, acknowledging he had royally goofed up an opportunity.

        He had appraising a newly arrived glass fixture that was unique in it's creation– jeweled with scripture like markings sprawled upon its conjoined parts, elegant and magical in its appearance. He had noticed a stray chip not previously noticed when browsing in a foreign stall. Pursuing his lip, he had paced the glamorous piece over to the window; and as he raised it he became further irritated by the sudden emergence of the sudden crack. Unraveled with despair, Temenos placed the broken jewelry aside as he noticed an invigorating sight. Tendrils of silvery gray were dancing upon the surface of the bank, a ruby eye lazily glancing upon the surface. In naive excitement, the merchant had burst from his home– calling out in amazement as several nearby townsfolk turned in curious surprise. People ushered towards the shore, several stopping before the water while others bravely pressed further into the water towards the unknown creature. 

        As the villagers approached, the aquatic mass slipped away from view– distracted by the thrill of seeing the new animal was terrifying yet amusing nonetheless. Until suddenly, a tentacle struck through the sand, yanking Temenos down towards the sand in a harsh motion. His body thumped against the sand with a sickening thud, yet, thankfully due to his muscle and overall constitution, he managed to come away with mere scratches and bruises. The worst part of the attack managed to be his torso where the tentacle had wrapped, only dropping him from the unexpected attack of his quick dagger– his last effort drawn feverously as he felt the stir of the ocean behind him. The creature must have been weakened by some sort of previous attack, or perhaps it was an infant of its strange species– as a usual attack from this caliber of mythos would usually be nearly invincible to physical attacks. 

        That sting in his abdomen had been secreted by the tiny appendage, a toxin meant to weaken predators– yet, it was only a guess, unknown to the actual answer he was sought after. Temenos groaned as the pain grew thicker, his head throbbing as he rubbed his eye. "Yes ma'am, I'm terribly sorry Ms. Castii." He apologized to the old widow, unable to meet her sapphire eyes, feeling utterly abashed for his recent behavior. 

        "You better young man, now, I must go. Get yourself to into bed soon– It is quite an abnormal hour to be awake. At this rate, you'll never wed." She scolded Temenos as if she was his mother– despite their actual closeness in age. Unable to get another word out as the woman had swiftly packed during her entire speech.

        The dark haired male heard the soft *click* of his front door, left alone in his home as he sighed. "Man, she could have at least helped me apply it." His pain wavered in his voice as he carefully removed the bandages; washing the wound gentle and thoroughly before moving onto to spread the ointment across his wounds. He hissed in pain as he spread the gel across his flushed skin, cringing as the cool met the pained heat. 

        It was only then, as he finished applying the salve that he realized how beautifully grim the skies appeared to be, the distant lighthouse glowing as it illuminated the beach. Surprise lit his eyes as he saw the collapsed form of a miraculous being among the sand, placed on a raft of driftwood. In seconds his adrenaline pumped as he rushed through the door while hurriedly shoving himself in a strewn about cloak. As he rushed down the stairs of his front steps, he ran adeptly through the sand, sliding down to the shore as he rushed over to the body– letting out a soft chuckle in response as he fully took in the magnificent individual sound asleep.

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Octopath is kind of just my things rn.

i’ve seen people point out that partitio kind of looks like ritsu in his warrior outfit…

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Writing Sample - #5 Chilled

"Aha!" The red haired male yanked a handle, attached to finely manicured wood– cringing inwardly at the horrendous noise that left in its wake. Chilled, the red head, had never quite been good with subtly, wrenching free the last hatch to his belongings. The box grasped in his fingers tips had managed to be the last item he had yet to unpack since his arrival. Between trying understand the labyrinth like layout of his new home and getting to know his what was practically housemates; his thoughts hadn't really deterred back to home. The memorabilia would need to be settled with care, each piece whether from friend or family member catered to his likeness– wooden sculptures, picture books, ridiculous cds that would remind him of his prior life, what he had back home if all else were to descend into nothingness. Not that certainly planned to disappointed– no, Chilled was quite stubborn in his resolution as he decorated the tiny cubbyholes that littered his new living space with the variety of items. His room had been painted red– same as the hair that sprouted from his scalp. For a moment he had wondered if the color would slowly drive mad, then chuckled to himself, acknowledging he was likely past the point of saving. At the completion of his task– he paused as he placed a hand to his cheek, feeling like he had certainly forgotten– Ah, right. The party he was not really "invited" to, Chilled certainly remembered the encounter to be much more.. demanding with White, er... he suddenly couldn't place a name to his tongue as he pictured the several faces in his mind, flipping through them hurriedly as he tried to coerce a name from his lips. "Lucas... Luke.. Luca! Right, right.. I must attend their little get together." He muttered to himself, a habit he had picked up back home while performing his hobbies. Walking over to the reflective door of his bedroom, the young adult peered at himself; running through the list of the few names he had managed to remember while fixing his appearance so that no hair fell from place. Just because he wasn't particularly fond of the other crew members thus far, didn't mean he shouldn't put his best foot forward. Moments later, he left the confines of maroon colored space; surprising himself as he managed to navigate directly towards the cafeteria where the festivities had been chosen to be held. Towards the front, where decorated tables with excellently prepared snacks and booze sat appealingly before him Chilled caught sight of Luca, who he had expertly deducted would somehow center himself towards attention. Something about the blue eyed male screamed cult to the red haired male and somehow, he couldn't decide whether that irritated or intrigued him to learn more. He threw a quick acknowledgment nod towards White, his silver eyes trailed over to the well thought dishes, catching sight of familiar tangerine orbs as Orange, or Mikaele stood happily making conversation with the leader– the previous mentioned white haired weirdo idly chatting back as his attention stayed on the event before him. Chilled certainly didn't feel comfortable in that portion, unprepared to be chided for being a late arrival to this mandatory meeting. "Party my ass, this place looks like a funeral." He muttered inconspicuously, his body aching for the clear glasses of burning liquid that called to him from the surrounded table.

Instead, Chilled ignored his brain's plea, forcing his feet forward as he walked onward into the hall– coming to a stop moments before he crashed into Florian, or Peach, someone he had easily remembered, especially considering their unique hair and eyes. Lithe and quick in his reaction, the male was able to catch the other quickly as they tripped– a small smile on his face as he returned his companion to level gravity. "Invisible banana peels, am I right?" He said with a slight grin, sounding utterly dorky as he slowly removed his grasp from Florian's waist, taking notice of the additional alcohol set out on another– thankfully, less occupied table. Jackpot. "And now your savior has seen a prize." Said more to himself than his companion, he circled around the other as he grasped one of the spherical shaped glasses– red in hue as he sipped the burning liquor. The ache eased as he noticed the sole person amidst the large table's space. He had acknowledged Indigo & Violet among the walls with drinks in hand, oddly similar enough that Chilled had managed to forget their names entirely. Perhaps they had been too late in his introductions that his brain had turned off its processing far before he ever saw them. The final occupant sitting alone was no other than Teal, who was named Nico; Chilled had somehow managed to remember a positive percentage– figuratively patting himself on the back as he indulged in another sip before tilting his nearly empty glass towards the lone male. "Cheers to us." He didn't manage to sound terribly excited, yet still friendly enough that it certainly wasn't meant to offend his crew mate by any measure. Chilled finished off his first glass, knowing he wasn't skilled in spacing out his intake of the deadly substance as he busied himself with picking a new glass, looking visibly a bit less tense since his arrival.

DISCLAIMER: Character is based off of Chilled Chaos, who is a streamer/youtube personality; therefore, while this character was made in likeliness of him, it is obviously still fiction writing and not my actual interpretation of how he would react to certain situations.

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Writing Sample #4 - Partitio

Reckless, dumb silly ole me, getting sick after a few drinks. The Shu male looked like hell warmed over– practically a puddle before his sharpshooter friend. It wasn't unusual to Partitio, the soft glimmer in Jesper's stormy grey eyes; he was well aware of his effect on people. While his problem solving and hard-working attitude came from his devote father– the dark haired man was practically a reflection of his Squaller mother.

"You're so stubborn chickadee, and you got my skills of talking kid. But you're good, always stay good, okay Partitio?" He remembered the conversation like it was yesterday; seven years old sitting on a peer with his toes just touching the surface of the vast ocean splitting most of the continent from Novyi Zem. His mother's long walnut colored hair flowing in the coastal breeze while the two watched the sun set, a routine habit the pair had fallen into. In his memories, he had been eating some sort of treat– a honey or molasses candy his mother had purchased off the market for him. At that time, his father was practically enslaved to his occupation, leaving his wife to pick up the slack.

        She spent hours training him– though half of the time Partitio was too busy trying to make friends with the bunnies and frogs they found during their long walks or runs. Yet, as he aged he molded into the charismatic speaker, proving her instruction was actually heard despite his inattentiveness in his first few years. Not only was he adept with his powers and keeping them hidden, the young adult also made sure no matter how many shady characters he came across that he did exactly what she had asked of him. To stay good.

        Certainly his definition of staying virtuous happened to come across in a different manner than his ma would have preferred– especially considering he worked among Kaz Brekker, better known as Dirty Hands in the streets of Ketterdam. Yet, most people who had come into contact with the tanned skin male were well aware that he wouldn't harm a fly; even being likened to that of Robin Hood if determined a criminal at all. Partitio doubted he deserved such an honorable title, humbly acknowledging he was no more than a man who enjoyed his work and company. 

        "A few days? I think this large water skiff is going to lead me to an early grave." The dark haired male enjoyed traveling by skiff– hell he didn't mind carriages on a bustling road. It must have been the sloshing sea along with his gurgling stomach, angry at his careless indulgence from the night prior. He was grumbling, looking akin to a pouting child. "No, I'll recover. Can't let you lot have all the fun." It was a jest as he shot a short grin towards Jesper before cringing at the sight of the flask. 

        After his suspicion was subdued by his friend, he allowed his fingers to grasp the sturdy metal, flicking it up and enjoying the cool contents as they eased his throat. Partitio listened as the Zemeni spoke of sleep, his head throbbing as if it was agreeing. "Shoot– rest sounds like a nice reprieve." His Ravkan roots showed through his accent as he watched Jesper stretch, his breath slightly hitching in his throat as the darker skinned male's muscles shifted; the end of his shirt crinkling up to show his toned muscles. 

        Quickly looking away– almost feeling as if he had witnessed the man indecently, his cheeks flushing a light pink as they always managed to do when the sharpshooter did just about anything. It was rash, the feelings that bubbled for someone who had barely known him– yet he couldn't escape them no matter how much he tried. When he heard the male's velvety voice he nearly jumped before sputtering. "Yeah! Uh you know, I feel a little better since our talk last night. Just nerves and uh– alcohol." Smooth, his inner voice teased him as his hand flew up to his dark curls, staring at his lap while awkwardly chuckling. 

        Gathering his feelings; he raised his eyes to the comforting grey of his companion. "Are you okay?" He returned the question, wanting to make sure he also was able to provide his shoulder– even as his stomach grumbled.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the gif listed above nor do I own most of Partitio, he is an original character made mirrored to the Octopath Traveler II character Partitio due to my great enjoyment of his personality and habits.

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Writing Sample #3 - Magnum

Magnum regularly appeared on the verge of decay, her skin appeared frost-bitten with its slight blue hue. Most of her close friends likened her appearance to that of a piranha. The newspaper writer took this statement to heart, enthusiastic to be compared to such a vicious creature– especially considering her bedridden childhood. 

        She chuckled at Jinx's best suit comment while thankful the other woman had avoided seeing her miniature shrine-like box sitting in the corner of her closet. Magnum had collected photos of the mischievous pair for years; only realizing her eventual crush one sleepless night while drafting the day's paper. The pastel haired female flushed lightly at her companion's comment regarding her clothing. Magnum had never considered her normal attire as noteworthy– dressed in a regular sports bra with matching black underwear, accessorized with her over-sized hoodie and headband pressing her bangs down so they wouldn't fall in her line of vision. 

        The small apartment owned by the young adult woman was messy– trashed by several balled up papers as she had spent numerous hours after the sun set working tirelessly on a proper headline and front page. Magnum's wrist was killing her as she attached her rifle to her back, rolling her shoulders as she mentally prepared herself for the upcoming chaos. It wasn't like she wasn't excited– quite the opposite. Magnum was beyond enthused for the day alongside her best friend, instead, her heart hammered as she reminded herself to stay focused and not allow the blue haired female's usual whims to distract her. 

        "If it was a date I would require flowers– or doll heads painted with your genius art." Magnum couldn't help her amusement, the cyborg feeling great pride as she pressed a button on the back of her neck, activating the several mechanisms on her throat for her filter to begin to purify the air she breathed. The shorter woman struggled with her identity considering her past, feeling less than human for several years as she aged in-between Zaun and Piltover– never feeling perfectly fitted in either. Now as an adult, she was plagued with small insecurities but allowed herself to find a newfound confidence in her uniqueness.  

        Stretching her legs– feeling a slight throb in the back of her knees as her attention turned to the mission laid out before her. "Did you make up a plan or is this a balls to the walls expedition–" She paused as she held her hands up to show dramatic effect. "Jinx styled.." She said with bravado before laughing and opening her door, allowing Jinx through first.  

Credit: I take credit for only the writing, I do not own the gif or the character depicted.

Character depicted above is Rebecca from Cyberpunk 2077's anime.

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Writing Sample #2 - Hotaru

WARNING: 18+ Themes, Mature Content, Beginning of a hook up

Darling, huh? Hotaru would certainly indulge himself in this sweetness–his delight further unraveling as Cersei's cheeks turned the hue of freshly grown strawberries. While the warrior smelled of rainwater, his scent was often described as strong as snow decorated pine trees, with a slight dusting of vanilla. His feminine companion's aroma was similar in its vanilla accents but shrouded with lavender that his head spinning as he craved to bite– just a small taste. Her fingers were gliding on his chest, Hotaru silently praying she couldn't feel his thunderous heart betraying his calm and collected persona. So lost in the enjoyment of his senses, he nearly forgot how to vocalize his feelings when proposed with the woman's question.

        Leaning forward, the man allowed himself to eclipse Cersei as his lips rested by her ear whispering ever so softly in his husky tone. "A fierce lover is many things— someone who meets their lovers every desire, basks in the glory of their name being screamed, and doesn't finish until their lover is limp beneath them flushed with satiated lust." His words were soft and slow, articulating each word as if he were trying to propose the mental image. 

        Alas, Hotaru stood with his belongings slew over his shoulder and an almost lazy smirk adjusted on his features. It only widened upon the woman's acceptance of his invitation. What surprised him further was her sudden graceful movement– the strength behind her grip as she tugged him down so she could replicate his prior move. Her curvaceous body pressed against his own, he felt his hands tighten as his arousal heightened. "I wouldn't last a second more without it, Miss Ravencroft." It was difficult to keep his composure as the pair left the tavern, thankful the rain had calmed to a slight drizzle as they walked to the inn.

        The walk was quiet– both parties focused on one sole objective. Yet, after procuring a more private room at the establishment it didn't take mere seconds of them walking in for Hotaru to fling his things into a forgotten corner before scooping Cersei and pressing her against the door. Hotaru wanted to waste no time getting lost in his counterpart's beauty as he tilted her chin with his rough hands, starring into her beautiful sapphire eyes. "After tonight, I worry I may never forget you Miss Ravencroft." A tad bit romantic, a small bit cheesy the man commented this before he pressed his lips against hers. 

        Her lips were like pillows against his own– she tasted like honey and his body ached for more of her. With assertive hands, Hotaru guided his fingers to her thighs locked around his waist, squeezing the woman's plush skin as he lightly nibbled at Cersei's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Once granted his tongue was playful yet dominant against hers while shifting them to the bed. He practically tossed her onto the sheets while his golden eyes glinted in the inn's numerous candle's glow. 

        Despite the gnawing need to rip into her clothes, Hotaru slowly unbuttoned his own, shedding the outer layer as his bare chest was unraveled. Littered with scars, his defined muscles reflected his devote attention to his physical health. "I hope you like the view." He was charismatic, winking as leaned in kissing Cersei again while winding his hands in her raven colored hair. His scandalous hands were moving under her clothes, her bare skin warm and perfect in his grasp. 

        Breaking their kiss, the warrior tugged gently at the woman's tunic with a sly smile. "May I?" As heartless as Hotaru might have been– he was never a barbarian, allowing himself to get lost in his lover's body without outright harming her or making her feel like an object. No instead he pressed his lips against her bare neck, slowly inflicting slight bruises with his teeth as he waited for her approval or denial. Cersei may have been a stranger in a random bed, but tonight he was her queen, and he would worship her as such.

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Writing Sample #1 - Levant

Levant's skin was perspiring in the scorching early sun, head spinning as he silently worried his brains had melted during his travels– prepared to be split open and scrambled in preparation to make an excellent breakfast of gray matter. His lightly tanned complexion sparkled in the sun's rays as he studied the map clutched in his sweaty hands. A light hum could be heard within his short vicinity as he compared his surroundings with the nearby landmarks.

"Marker forty-three of forty-six to Pyreridge." Mumbling to himself, Levant took note mentally as he scanned the corresponding totem. While the Solaris region wasn't quite as far from Pyreridge as most of the large cities were, the solari male found it difficult to imagine trekking back and forth for any sort of constant business.

Hailing from a region where heat and sand consistently slipped into the cracks of their homes– most townsfolk didn't bother with windows due to wanting to live closer with the sun and nature. This caused Levant to struggle with the descending temperatures, slowly coming to the realization that when he came to his ability to fight off a simple sickness, an example being he would catch a common cold if a stiff breeze hit him the wrong direction.

His arrival at Pyreridge was mainly filled with awe and curiosity as he deliberated the structure of the large, multi-storied buildings hosting several families and nobodies trying to find their way in the world. Within a few steps, barren chills began to clamor to his spine as he retrieved a heavy winter coat he had bought on a small village he had passed through who warned him of the sudden drop from his typical tropical paradise heat.

It felt abnormally calming to have a change of scenery as more spells of numbing winds pass over him. The air swirled with an almost winter-like crispness as Levant pulled his overtly large cloak tight around his body, shivering slightly as wind licked at his bare skin. His investigation in his surroundings came to an abrupt end as he saw a man standing on the outskirts of the town, denim brow tightened in concentration. Closing the distance, the dark haired male found himself peering around the other's form speaking up suddenly as he practically disregarded the stranger's personal space as he breathed over the blue haired adult's shoulder.

"Hello there, tampering with something? You don't seem to be repairing anything from what I can see." Ever the aggravating, Levant questioned the other man's expertise in the obvious magical field. It was easy for Levant to spot sorcery considering his ability to create it by his own will. It was difficult for him to explain to someone without any experience in casting. Instead, the scholar typically called them fractals of light that seemed to surround a person or area.

Said individual was surrounded by several throngs of such sparkles along with the invisible barrier he was clearly attuning. Before the other man even spoke Levant had another question for him as clearly displayed his displease in his environment. "Say– I have no idea how you all go about your every day in this weather, one might perish under these sub-zero circumstances." Complaining Levant pulled his coat closer to him, his nose and cheeks turned pink as blood rushed to keep him at an average temperature.

Perhaps he would find solstice through this mage. Levant was obviously a Solari considering his tanned complexion and dark eyes. He had little issue being accepted in most cities, instead only suffering from the assertiveness people often carried upon first meeting. Most of his kind were cruel and harsh to those who were considered outsiders- while Levant treated everyone equally with disrespect yet framed it with a charming grin to accompany and save him from all manners of retaliation.

DISCLAIMER: Gif is not my own, writing and Levant are the only things created by me.