RP Library index! (Come find a large assortment of pairings and genres!)
Hello all~
I am a detailed rp'er and I'm just itching for a good role play.
I like fantasy settings mixed with traditional Japanese ninjas. However separately I can play Naruto universe it's just not my very first choice. (( I still enjoy it very much but my knowledge is a tad bit limited))
I’ve
highlighted bits for you to zero in on what each part is talking about ;3
Role play Character types!
I play everything! Feel free to ask me for what you like.
I love to play
Seme, Seke, Uke, and
Everything in between.
Role play type
I am preferably looking for a Dominant for 1v1 roleplay.
I’m also seeking role-plays that are:
2v2 a dom and a sub for each of us-interchangeable relations optional
1v2 I’ll play a switch and you play a sub and a dom
2v1 You’ll play a switch and I’ll play a sub and a dom
And 1v1 ;D
If you want to see how I write scroll down to the bottom of this post!
Genres/Themes/Categories I like.
-Martial arts, Bangsian fantasy, Old world japan, with a a touch of Yaoi, or just some elegant form of fantasy like elves or Vampires, Chanbara, Supernatural, Adventure; Sengoku era; Romance; Sword and Sorcery,
so0o0o things similar too Peace maker, Yuyu Hakusho, SDK, Ninku, Inuyasha, Samurai X samurai 7, Naruto, Ranma 1/2 ect...
1. Modern
- Regular modern/school/neighborhood/other
- Theater
- Summer camp
- Band
- Circus
2. Eras
- Medieval
- Feudal Era (Japan or similar set in fantasy)
- Fifties
- Pirates/Trade ships in the Victorian era preferably. Or perhaps more fantasy based with the idea like PotC or One piece.
- Victorian- think royalty and grander, Prostitution like the yaoi web comic Tea House, or thieves like Oliver twist( perhaps a bit more steam punk if you like -think FFIX)
- Moving West- Cowboys and Indians.
3. Movies/Television/Books
- Harry Potter or similar setting (Victorian era, Dark ages)
- Robin Hood
- Labyrinth
- The outsiders, The Warriors
- Batman Beyond ( or similar supper hero type modern rp)
4. Fantasy
- Howls Moving Castle
- Spirited Away
- Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji
-Open themed: I'd be willing to listen to any idea/s you may have or interest you would like to share.
Looking for some one to do a high quality role play.
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1. Literacy is a must ((or at least semi lit please ;3))
2. Detailed posts please?
3. Well developed characters/plot that's not entirely devoted to smut.
I'm looking for a balanced rp I like near mirror posts but definitely not one liners the entire time.
Fetishes/kinks/interests-
Light Bondage
S&M
‘Vanilla Sex’
Aquaphilia-Having sex in water, such as in a bathtub, shower, hot tub, or swimming pool
Light Navel fetishism
Spanking
Light Cross-dressing
Ménage à trios- three way
Light Leather fetish
I’ll admit that I’m a redophile~ I like guys with red hair~
Safe-sex
And light biting.
Extremely light age play.
In relation to spanking scenes
I like light heated softer things with general day to day punishments for simple things and conversely I also like slightly darker more dramatic punishments for certain things.
I'm cool with a lot of implements, but I tend not to like canes.
I prefer Discipline over consensual, sensual spankings. But I like them both!
My pairings are in order of preferred to least preferred.
m/m
m/f
f/m
f/f
I like to Sub and Dom.
I play characters in a vast array from manly to feminine so I'm sure I could suit most interests.
I will not play a character that is a blood relative to your character.
For couple/relation ship types I love master/ student, guardian/charge sort of things some times lovers too. I like discipline to be involved every so often.
Feel free to pm me and ask me questions, or post here.
Writing examples.
// normal/general post //
Kodora shook his head lightly. "It wasn't meant to be a match." He picked up the staff and gave it to Yori. "If that were cement rather than water you'd have no face right about now." he said gently. Kodora reached out a gentle hand and moved away some of the wet strands with a sense of care. "I would like for you to learn how to fall correctly. I’m sure if you ask Hitomi to push you over when ever you’re not looking she’d be glad to help. It needs to be out of surprise though. Knowing you’re going to fall won’t help much.” Kodora explained. “Make it an instinct to fall the right way.” He said and patted Yori’s back a bit gruffly shedding a smile one the younger boy. “Leg still hurt?”
he asked suddenly with a small smirk. "If it dose then perhaps I could help make it better... that is if you're up for it." Kodora added.
// My best work //
An unsettling silence descended upon the compound as the furious storm began to dwindle in his vigor. The unnatural peace ushered in a soft yet icy fog as the hazy figure of man shifted cautiously through the mist and stinging rain. An outsider, an intruder, he stood cloaked only in mystery and veiled in his obscured, elusive intentions.
He was pale, this strange new guest, weathered and unkempt after a long and weary journey. Beneath a painted mask his crimson eyes pierced the murky surroundings as they fought a growing tide of paranoia; wide and sleepless they bored holes through the very walls. He thought with agitation that a wise man would rest, but refused his spent body any comfort while his target was so near.
Perhaps a wiser man could have seen that he was being sent toward slaughter.
He had been sent to the compound for a simple task: to assassinate the lone survivor of the Demon’s Hall Massacre, Takeo, Goemon. Yet even with the knowledge that these corridors housed seasoned warriors, the realization that surely he had been sent to his death eluded him. What did his employer care for an assassin’s life? It did not matter should he fail or succeed – another would come after him, as others had come before. If he did succeed he could look forward only to death upon his return. This unsuspecting shinobi, however, regarded his orders without hesitation.
As he silently trod across the wooden deck, he felt with a cautious relief that the dark canopy above him shielded his head and shoulders from the probing drops of rain. His form shook violently, his body beset with shivers as a light breeze wove chilled fingers around his saturated neck. He traced along a thin outer path before slipping through a shadowy door frame left unlocked by some absent-minded servant. The silver fox set his dark kitsune mask firmly before his face and stepped bravely into the darkened halls.
His breath caught in his throat as he crept ever more slowly toward the first open door of the hallway. The man peered inside; darkness. Returning to the edge of the corridor he felt his heart race, thundering inside his chest. With each passing moment he spent in his search he knew that his chances of being discovered rose. With swift, muffled footsteps he found himself at a second doorway, and a third. Soon he found himself running down the corridor from door to door, his soft soled shoes making hardly a sound on the hollow wooden floor beneath him.
Nothing! Still nothing. A panic swelled within his chest, his throat tight and throbbing as perspiration streamed down his face and neck. Where was this boy? He must be found quickly…
Before the next door he hesitated, a thought running violently through his mind. A night patrol could be walking the grounds, or even some bemused guest. He could not risk being found, for that surely would be his demise. With a renewed interest in his mission and a blossoming sense of terror he neared the end of the hallway, bounding up a short flight of stairs. Behind the man flowed ghostly white hair, following in his darkened path.
Without a thought, his hand gripped the scabbard of the sword tightly. A sharp corner loomed ahead. As he slid across the floor his foot caught on a low table, hidden from his beady gaze. A vase tumbled to the floor, taking what seemed a thousand moments in its flight, at last resting with a thunderous crash. Again the breath caught in his throat; he felt gagged, choked, as if a strong hand had tightened about his neck.
He was stricken, frozen to the wall as the shatter rang through his ears, over and over. Down the hall, what seemed hundreds of lights appeared around door frames. The man cast wide eyes down to the broken shards, too many to count. His body suddenly felt heavy as his legs seemed to have a mind of his own, stranding him in the waking hallway.
As the first door began to slide open he took to the ceiling, spreading his exhausted limbs across the narrow walls. He held his breath, lest his own warm expiration betray him. Even as he lay, wedged between the walls, he felt a cool stream of fluid run down his neck and across his chin. The water he had carried so far, the water to revive himself and fuel his weary form must have move in his haste and now trickled slowly across the back of his dark shirt. He felt the bottle slide along his shoulder at an agonizing pace. He closed his sad eyes slowly, biting his lip.
He could only hope to dear Kami that no one would inspect the noise.
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