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choi jisu / plotting

nakamoto yuta / plotting

myoui mina / need to reply

lalisa manoban / plotting

lee mijoo / plotting

yang hongseok / 04.17 / heteroual

ooc details

↱ timezone: gmt-4

↱ writing length: tendency to para to multi-para but willing to mirror

↱ preferred pov: 3rd but can do 1st

↱ character orientation: heteroual

↱ genres and AUs of interest: slice of life, drama, romance, angst, some , sports AU, fantasy AU, office/workplace AU

↱ preferrences: /teasing, impact play, , oral, thigh riding, consensual ; in its sum, pretty vanilla but won't mind when things get rough and is an open book

↱ limits: plots involving blood, urine, feces, or feet

 

writing sample (basically about hongseok trying to find a watch):

while his wrist remains among his other extremities, he keeps true to the ground below, diligent in his search for the bejeweled watch. his eyes scatter in lines, jagged as well as adjacent to his footsteps. his irises fixate on the uneven concrete, dividing his steps evenly as the crowd still spills from his peripheral. although every sight was sullied by other pairs of shoes, he remained in his search. but to no avail, not a single one. every inch of ground he covered brought the same nuisances, same imperfections in the pavement, no sparkling metal which adhered to the watch he held dear. his father was a generous yet inscrutable man; letting one explore the confines of his father's mind would mean a daunting trip through an intangible maze with only dead-ends, no exit, yet also no entry. even if his father shined in his eccentricities, hongseok still sought the watch he had left him. hongseok took a detour, resting his stature along a bench as the congested walkway still remain vigilant in its traffic, abiding by no laws other than the flow of ambiguity. he takes breaths - deep breaths - breaths that raise his chest before subsequently lowering it, breaths that either follow each other in rapid succession or spread out at intermittent intervals. the next breath follows an uneasy pattern; it's haggard and sharp, and speaks of the deep cavity in his chest. it's heavy - so heavy that it causes his head to droop down in defeat. he wasn't going to find what he wanted.

 

other notes:

- i generally try to be online when i can but i cannot be on 24 hours of the day of course.

- reply speed is moderate. if it's slower than usual, say longer than a week, i apologize; please communicate this to me.

- do reach out to me should any concerns regarding plotting or character arise. i seek to be as flexible as i can be.

- let's have fun! feedback as to how the roleplaying is sitting for you will always be appreciated. i don't seek to put any stress on length, pov, writing style etc. on anyone. feel free to be yourself.