ROLEPLAY THINGS
⟢ | intro
Okay so, to start off heres a little introduction! Remi, I’m a transmasc, 18+, write semi-lit to just two or more paragraphs, and I have quite the variety of ocs and possible new ocs (Im very flexible with characters).
⟢ | requirements
Important things first, please be older than 18 to reply as I am 19 and many of my ideas come with nsfw themes linked into them!
Please be patient when it comes to replies, I am a busy man and have adhd so I may get distracted and forget to reply! As well as I have a job, so replies may vary during those times.
Be open to short, three or so paragraphs, replies every now and then. I get burnt out pretty quick when always having to write out a lot, especially when I’m not feeling it. Although I mostly always mirror, I do sometimes tend to scale down on how much I write.
Open communication!! I can’t stress this enough, I would love to be able to talk out of character no matter what its about!
⟢ | genre, pairings & more
My all time favorites are horror, romance, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and fantasy! As for pairings, I strictly only do M/M or M/NB. Im open to trans characters and others, I don’t discriminate, especially with how Im trans myself! On the topic of characters, some of my characters may be stereotypical. As stated previously, I have a big variety of characters and some may have some stereotypical elements. On top of that, if we do include nsfw, in terms of intimacy between our characters, I would prefer to write it out from a sub pov (sub bottom, sub top, or sub switch). Though Im flexible when it comes to that as well.
⟢ | pairing ideas
siren x deaf pirate
merman x pirate
single father x babysitter
servant x king
killer x investigator
killer!cop x cop investigator
vampire x immortal human
rival cowboys (their horses are in love)
hero x obsessive!villain
hero’s ex sidekick x villain (something like the sidekick was neglected/used by the hero!)
arranged marriage + human x vampire
arranged marriage + enimes to lovers
priest x demon
satanic!priest x angel
injured!werewolf x human
injured!nonhuman x human
injured!soldier x human
injured!anything x human
soft/sweet vampire x human (thinking something like a character whos the sweetest person you’ll ever meet and he turns out to be a blood thirsty vampire..)
artist x oc that came alive (im thinking something like the artist got a magical book and drew the oc in it, which made the oc come to life, ignore how unrealistic this is)
monster x scientist
spiderman variant x deadpool variant
+ a bunch more
^ plots can be altered to your liking
⟢ | random oc info
Some of my ocs aren’t 100% done, so if you ever ask me to see a description it may take some time! Especially with how my ocs adapt to the plot quite a lot and many things may be altered so they fit the plot!!
Im not a artist, many of my ocs will have faceclaims from pinterests or picrew (with the artists stated)!
( this is pretty lengthy, i apologize—)
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A Coming Out Story?
An old pride piece that was a discord server exclusive for our pride event lol
Massy stared at the rainbow flags that were thrown across the floor, but mixed within them? A plethora of various other identities. He pulled his legs up onto the couch, leaning against the arm with a huff as he narrowed his gaze.
It was that time of year again. When Leo would throw his flags everywhere and declare it was Pride month again. And Massy hated it.
Everyone had a set identity, everyone knew who they were. And in a way, Massy felt like he was supposed to know as well.
With a huff, his face became half buried within his crossed arms. He kicked a flag off of the couch, but his gaze shifted when a large green hand caught it.
“Hey, you watch out where you’re kicking stuff. Leo will throw a fit if you’re caught disrespecting the trans flag,” Raph laughed, carefully setting the flag down on the coffee table.
“Who cares what Nardo believes? If he didn’t want things getting stepped on, or broken, he wouldn’t have left them laying around the floor like this. Honestly, it’s almost more disrespectful.” Donnie spoke as they walked past Raph, tapping away at their screen. Massy had half a mind to ask what Donnie was up to, to distract himself from the mess that is the living room.
But he caught sight of the two magnets attached to the metal shell that the softshell wore and he kept his mouth shut. A white, purple, and gray flag with a black triangle was mounted right above one that was purely yellow, white, purple, and black.
“Come on, Donnie. You know Leo is just excited.” Raph elbowed his brother lightly, causing the nerdy one to scoff.
“I would prefer his excitement-”
“What about my excitement?”
A portal opened and Leo came through it, dumping another box of flags onto the floor with a big grin. This time, it was purely green and blue flags. Massy remembered them distinctly as the MLM flag. Leo claimed that it was the best one, Massy wasn’t so sure.
“I think you’re making a mess of our home,” Donnie bit out.
“And I think someone isn’t in the pride spirit.” Leo teased as he plucked up a rainbow flag from the ground and tucked it against Donnie’s goggles as the purple turtle glared at him.
“You have thirty seconds to run before this becomes a hate crime.”
Leo’s eyes went wide, but his grin only seemed to grow as he turned on his heel and sped out of the living room. Donnie watched their phone, counting down the seconds before they chased after him. This left Massy with the largest turtle.
“.. You look sad, Mass. What’s going on?” Raph asked as he moved to sit on the couch next to the boy.
Massy huffed, tapping against the fabric of the couch before he sat up, moving to face the large snapper.
“Everyone has themselves figured out. They get to celebrate who they are and be happy about it. And I’m not.” Massy complained, glancing back down at the array of flags that seemed to stare at him like starter pokemon.
“Oh! Well.. Maybe you should start with identifying what you like? I mean.. Do you like girls?” Raph asked.
And Massy paused, because that was a loaded question. He thought girls can be pretty, and certainly he has found himself swooning over some of the female characters in cartoons he watched as a kid, but he wasn’t sure. So, he answered with a shrug.
“Okay.. Do you like boys?”
And again, the same response. He didn’t know. He certainly wasn’t opposed to boys. He saw a lot of attractive males in the world. But he didn’t know.
“This is.. Tougher than I thought.” Raph admitted, laughing awkwardly as Massy’s eyes narrowed in on him.
“Maybe you’re bisexual? Or pansexual? I mean, if you kind of like both boys and girls, surely you would be in one of those categories?” Raph offered, and Massy mulled them over for a bit.
He knew what they meant. Though he would admit, the difference between the two was still confusing in his mind. But… Maybe he was? Afterall, he didn’t have a particular interest in either gender. Just.. Interest. So.. Bi/Pan Massy. That was the answer. It had to be… But if it were, why did it still feel so off.
“I’m not sure that’s-”
A loud crash came from the kitchen and Raph was on his feet in a moment, making his way over to the doorway to peer inside. Massy hopped up, following the large turtle. He managed to squeeze his way past Raph in order to see what had happened.
An entire shelf had been knocked over in some kind of struggle, Leonardo was soaked from head to toe. Donnie had him pinned down to the tile with the rainbow flag stick being jabbed into the knot on Leo’s mask.
“Stop! That one doesn’t fit my aesthetic!” Leo shouted, but Donnie just kept at it.
“Donnie! Come on, get off him,” Raph instructed as he made his way over. He grabbed Donnie by the shell and hauled them up. But Donnie’s hands gripped Leo’s mask and pulled the slider up as well.
“Hey! Won’t you- Oh hey, squirt,”
Leo seemed to focus in on Massy standing in the doorway. The preteen started to laugh, watching the awkward display that the older turtles had found themselves in. Leo reached up and pinched Donnie’s hand, who released their grasp with a squawk.
“Leo, come help me clean this up!” Donnie shouted, but Leo rolled out of Raph’s grasp and scooped Massy up into his arms.
“Sorry, gentleman. I have favorite duties to attend to.” Leo spoke, sticking his tongue out. Massy laughed more, laying his head on Leo’s shoulder as the hero made his way to the dojo.
Massy seemed to perk up more, he always enjoyed watching Leo train. He wanted to be a ninja too, but he was always told he was too young. It felt ridiculous, especially knowing that he was currently the same age Mikey was when he started fighting.
But as they made it to the dojo, Leo set Massy down on one of the mats and moved to sit next to him. The slider sat cross legged, hands folded in his lap as his eyes closed and-
“Nooo, wait. Meditating is so lame, come on, slice something,” Massy complained, falling dramatically back onto the mat.
Leo laughed, peeking one eye open to look down at Massy.
“Meditating is an excellent way to find yourself, troublemaker. It centers you, keeps you focused. I would argue that it’s actually the coolest form of training that we were taught by our father.” Leo noted, straightening his back some.
“You’re just feeling lazy,”
“That’s irrelevant.”
Massy huffed, moving to sit cross legged next to Leo, hands folded in his own lap. He looked over Leo for just a moment before letting his eyes close as well.
But he didn’t see anything. No, he had no idea how to find himself. He had no idea where he was. Everything still felt like a confusing whirlpool of different words and phrases that didn’t feel right at all.
But maybe starting out with sexuality wasn’t the best way to start. Afterall, how can you determine who you like if you don’t even know who you are yet?
“.. How did you know you were trans?” Massy asked the quiet of the room.
“Mostly clerical error,”
“Leo..”
“Okay! Okay. It just.. Is a feeling. You feel a certain way in your heart and sometimes it matches your sex and sometimes it doesn’t. For me, it didn’t match. I do not match biology.. But I am still me. And there is nothing that is going to change me.” Leo explained.
Massy opened his eyes to find the older turtle smiling down at him. Massy tries to examine himself in that light.
“I.. Don’t know if I match.” Massy responded. His body wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, not in the way he knew Leo to complain sometimes. But, it did feel like he was struggling to fit into it. Pieces didn’t always line up in his puzzle. Like he was trying to fit two separate pictures together. It just.. Didn’t seem to make sense to him.
Leo grinned, lightly smacking the kid on the shell before pulling out the all too familiar blue, pink, and white flag. Massy let the flag fall into his hands and he stared at it, eyebrows coming together.
“Then congratulations, you’re trans,” Leo spoke definitively before pulling out his sword and swinging a circle around Massy. “Now get out of here, you’re disturbing my meditation,”
Leo’s laugh echoed as Massy fell through the portal and the kid tucked himself into his shell. He tumbled against a hard floor, skidding against it for a moment before poking his head back out. Everything was purple and dark, leading Massy to know exactly where he had landed.
He pushed himself up to his feet and stared at the flag still in his hands. Definition wise, Leo had to be right. If he wasn’t cis, he was trans. In some way, shape or form, because he didn’t identify fully with being a boy. Right? Right??? Massy didn’t know. And he dropped the flag to the floor as he started to walk his way to where he could hear the clacking of a keyboard and angered mumblings.
“This is why I hate this month, there is no such thing as subtlety anymore…” Donnie muttered from their spot in their chair, lounged back and glaring at their large screen.
Massy paused for a moment, but then glanced back at the flag that was almost consumed by darkness. He should pick it up, lest Leo get blamed for something he didn’t do.
“Masaccio, I see you’ve been deposited in my lair,”
Massy turned back to Donnie but the purple turtle’s eyes were still glued to the screen. Massy forwent the flag and made his way over to the desk, grabbing the smaller chair that he had helped design personally for himself.
“Leo said I was ruining his focus,”
“Ha. That’s rich. I don’t believe that he’s focused ever a day in his life.” Donnie mocked before finally tearing their eyes from the screen to lock onto Massy.
“Is there anything you need my help with?”
Massy stared at him for a long moment, rocking in the chair before he nodded his head. Donnie’s eyebrows shot up for a moment but they turned themselves to face Massy, gesturing for him to continue.
“.. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who I like, I don’t even know if I actually like people,” Massy rambled out, crossing his arms over his chest. And Donnie seemed mostly uninterested with the concept at hand.
“Sexuality is.. Complicated. But for the most part, irrelevant. You will find someone you want to click with. I mean, look at me. I don’t find many people fascinating. But, I have had a very select number of partners. Maybe, you just want to connect with someone before you like them. There’s no shame in being demi.” Donnie instructed, holding one of their fingers up.
“So.. I could just like people I’m attached to?” Massy asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Absolutely! After all, isn’t that what any relationship is? You don’t particularly care for anyone, but then you get to know them and they become important to you. That’s how that works.” Donnie waved their hand around, and Massy extended his legs out to rest them on Donnie’s armchair.
“Is.. Is that your stance on gender too?” Massy asked.
“For the most part? Yeah. Obviously, every being is different and one’s gender won’t fit the mold for other people’s gender. It’s statistically impossible. But, at the end of the day, being one hundred percent masculine or feminine is.. Not possible. You can definitely lean, and most people do. That’s how you form the gender binary. But it’s a scale between the two ends and sometimes you find yourself not even on the scale. I actually made this chart that describes gender as more a plane than a spectrum if you want to see-”
“No thanks! I uh.. I think I get the picture,” Massy cut them off as he pulled his legs back and moved to stand up from his chair. The young turtle quickly pushed his chair in, starting to walk away from the genius with his head still spiraling.
“Sure! Just leave before I can go on my detailed exploration of gender and society!” Donnie called after the younger turtle.
Massy just picked up his pace, starting the trek back to his room to attempt to process all that he just learned in such a short timespan. His hands came up to his head as if that would stabilize anything, but it wasn’t much help.
“Hey Massy- Massy?”
Massy kept walking to his room, not caring much that Mikey had just gotten home and was on his heel.
“Hey, kid, what’s going on with you?” Mikey asked, but their voice was laced with far more concern than it was joy. Massy whined as he collapsed onto his bed, grabbing his blanket to wrap himself up with.
Mikey was instantly concerned as he moved closer to sit on Massy’s bed.
“Come here, kiddo. Tell me all about it,” Mikey offered, holding his arms out. Massy peeked out from his blanket hiding spot, tears already filling his eyes. But he moved quickly, pressing himself into Mikey’s side and letting the orange turtle’s arms wrap around him.
“What’s wrong, hun? Did something happen?” Mikey asked.
“I.. I tried to figure myself out so I could actually participate in pride this year. You guys have so much fun and I.. I just don’t know myself. I want to know myself but I don’t. Raph says that I’m likely bisexual or pansexual because I don’t have a preference between genders. Leo says that I’m trans because I don’t feel like my sex matches me fully. Donnie says that I could be demisexual if I don’t have a preference but then he also said that gender is-”
“Gender is a plane?”
“YES! And now I don’t know! Because nothing feels right, but nothing…” Massy chokes on his tears for a moment, pressing his face into Mikey’s plastron as the older turtle rubs his shell.
“Oh, baby.. It doesn’t matter what or who you are,” Mikey offers, pressing a light kiss to the top of Massy’s head. The darker turtle looks up at him, “How does it not?”
“Well, first of all, you’re thirteen. You aren’t supposed to know who you are yet. You haven’t lived enough yet. Sure, people figure themselves out at any age. But there is absolutely no shame in not knowing anything. You have an entire lifetime,” Mikey offered, wiping away Massy’s tears carefully with his thumb.
“And? You may never know. You may just like what you like, feel how you feel. Labels are an easy way to describe and connect to others, but they aren’t required for you to feel prideful and proud of who you are. You are so many wonderful thing, Masaccio, you don’t have to put a label on it,”
Massy stared up at Mikey and he nodded slowly, and finally, that felt right.
“I don’t need a label,” Massy states, and his voice is filled with more confidence than it had been before.
“You don’t need a label,” Mikey responds.
Massy, filled with relief, turns to deadweight in Mikey’s arms. He huffed softly, cuddling into his side while Mikey kept rubbing his shell.
“I would still enjoy a pride flag…” Massy muttered, which caused Mikey to laugh.
“Luckily, you have one,”
By the end of the day, Massy had his own little flag hanging in the living room with all the others. This one was lighter, but it was perfect.
Green, white, blue, and orange.
Massy felt it very fitting.
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