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・Don't post on my wall. i roleplay in rooms, pms if needed.
・I only do thirdpov, multipara. i try to mirror, but find it hard to limit myself to para.
・Don't post on my wall. i roleplay in rooms, pms if needed.
・I only do thirdpov, multipara. i try to mirror, but find it hard to limit myself to para.
・i don't do replies in order. usually reply within 3-4 days or up to week depending on length & muse.
・don't god-mod / power play / read my character mind and please no purple prose.
・I generally don't do romance / unless we've roleplayed for a while or it's a big part of the plot.
・a plot is a must, if you pm me first please have something in mind unless it's for a plot i've listed.
・don't god-mod / power play / read my character mind and please no purple prose.
・I generally don't do romance / unless we've roleplayed for a while or it's a big part of the plot.
・a plot is a must, if you pm me first please have something in mind unless it's for a plot i've listed.
・i'm pretty straightfoward, if i lost muse or i don't want to roleplay with you, i will say so, please do the same!
・if we never roleplayed before, please send me a writing sample so i know what to expect, i have one posted too if you want to check it.
ORIENTATION: STRAIGHT?
FAVORITE GENRES: ANGST, DRAMA, ACTION, ADVENTURE, comedy, ROMANCE IF YOU'RE LUCKY
FAVORITE AUS: UNI!AU, MAFIA!AU, ATLA!AU, SUPERNATURAL
KINKS: noonas
GENERAL CONCEPTS I WANT TO DO BUT NEEDS TO BE PLOTTED –
・cross dressing where one of us pretends to be the opposite gender but we end up falling in love / could be like the drama tale of nokdu
・taehyung having a crush on an older woman who had always seen him as a cute little brother
・vampire!au
・maybe body switching?
very random writing sample
(also what my starters usually look like - if it's too long/short make sure to let me know if i'm the one starting!)
Social events were Sehun’s domain, his battleground. In a way, it was the place he had grown into the businessman he is today. It was the place to get things going, a handshake here, a fake smile there. All charming, promising lies, apple polishing. It was living hell disguised as a party. And so, the only thing logical was to play his role too, put his mask on, and become the devil himself. It was easy, really, for Sehun to just slip into his lavish suit, put his dress shoes on, and erase all traces of himself just to blend in seamlessly with crowd of people he hated the most. Perhaps, to others, parties — as such as the one he was attending at that very moment — were just a fun event, something to break out of their daily, boring routine. But for someone like Sehun, parties were the dull routine. And although it could be fun at times, even he had the days were he wished to be left alone, in the comfort of his own home.
It would’ve been a blatant lie to say Sehun had been paying any attention to the conversation going on — his company for that evening was a rich duke of the Dantes, someone whose earning as well as age, might double Sehun’s easily. On a better day, Sehun would be giving him his undivided attention, forming connection within the other kingdoms is his top priority, after all. But be it the loud, distracting music being played in the background or the fact the old man had been boasting over his prized possession for the past half an hour, Sehun just couldn’t focus. The live orchestra momentarily paused, only to move to their next piece. Sehun could only sigh, defeated, as the cymbales clashed to the beat, stirring what could only be described as the birth of the world’s worst migraine. Never in his life did he wish he was born without ears, than he did at that moment.
“Mr. Lee,” He said the moment the chatty duke had finally opted to shut his mouth and let him slip by a word. A string of crude curses sat at the tip of his tongue, but luckily Sehun swallowed them down along with a sip of his bubbling champagne. Instead, he offered a polite smile, that under any other circumstances would’ve been rather frightening. “Would you excuse me for a second?” He said, clearly having no intention of ever coming back. And while Mr. Lee didn’t seem pleased, who was he to deny the young lord’s request — who at that moment looked like he was a ticking bomb about to explode. The second he was granted to leave, Sehun all but fled out of the great all.
He finished his drink in one swing, slamming the empty glass on a tray of passing by waitress who nearly scampered at the sight of a rather grumpy looking Sehun. His eyebrows pushed together, and his lips pressed into a deep frown — or in other words; the ‘don’t mess with me’ look. Snatching a new drink off the tray, he was off on his way, unsure where he was heading but with his mind set to just get as further away from the crowd as he possibly could. With one hand he hastily undid the first two buttons of his dress shirt, no longer caring if he looked presentable or not.
・maybe body switching?
very random writing sample
(also what my starters usually look like - if it's too long/short make sure to let me know if i'm the one starting!)
Social events were Sehun’s domain, his battleground. In a way, it was the place he had grown into the businessman he is today. It was the place to get things going, a handshake here, a fake smile there. All charming, promising lies, apple polishing. It was living hell disguised as a party. And so, the only thing logical was to play his role too, put his mask on, and become the devil himself. It was easy, really, for Sehun to just slip into his lavish suit, put his dress shoes on, and erase all traces of himself just to blend in seamlessly with crowd of people he hated the most. Perhaps, to others, parties — as such as the one he was attending at that very moment — were just a fun event, something to break out of their daily, boring routine. But for someone like Sehun, parties were the dull routine. And although it could be fun at times, even he had the days were he wished to be left alone, in the comfort of his own home.
It would’ve been a blatant lie to say Sehun had been paying any attention to the conversation going on — his company for that evening was a rich duke of the Dantes, someone whose earning as well as age, might double Sehun’s easily. On a better day, Sehun would be giving him his undivided attention, forming connection within the other kingdoms is his top priority, after all. But be it the loud, distracting music being played in the background or the fact the old man had been boasting over his prized possession for the past half an hour, Sehun just couldn’t focus. The live orchestra momentarily paused, only to move to their next piece. Sehun could only sigh, defeated, as the cymbales clashed to the beat, stirring what could only be described as the birth of the world’s worst migraine. Never in his life did he wish he was born without ears, than he did at that moment.
“Mr. Lee,” He said the moment the chatty duke had finally opted to shut his mouth and let him slip by a word. A string of crude curses sat at the tip of his tongue, but luckily Sehun swallowed them down along with a sip of his bubbling champagne. Instead, he offered a polite smile, that under any other circumstances would’ve been rather frightening. “Would you excuse me for a second?” He said, clearly having no intention of ever coming back. And while Mr. Lee didn’t seem pleased, who was he to deny the young lord’s request — who at that moment looked like he was a ticking bomb about to explode. The second he was granted to leave, Sehun all but fled out of the great all.
He finished his drink in one swing, slamming the empty glass on a tray of passing by waitress who nearly scampered at the sight of a rather grumpy looking Sehun. His eyebrows pushed together, and his lips pressed into a deep frown — or in other words; the ‘don’t mess with me’ look. Snatching a new drink off the tray, he was off on his way, unsure where he was heading but with his mind set to just get as further away from the crowd as he possibly could. With one hand he hastily undid the first two buttons of his dress shirt, no longer caring if he looked presentable or not.
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