u/incarnateofsexx

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A QUEER CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a cyberpunk romance with some action, angst and fluff sprinkled in then this is the ad for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender, although I do lean towards feminine presenting characters. I am a big fan of contrast, so your character being in any way bubbly, excitable, joyous, nerdy etc. would all work super well, but they’re in no way a requirement! Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it!

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my queer oc, Candace. She goes by she/her but is AMAB (not a fan of the terminology but it’s fit for purpose in this context), the concept of gender doesn’t really exist to her, she presents how she needs to in order to fit her goal (most of the time her job) but in her downtime she presents feminine. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you are at LEAST playing a switch, but I do lean towards you playing some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Whilst Candace will initially come off as dominant, icy, brusk and etc. when we get into the intimacy and etc that does not hold up, although that’s all I will say as anything else is spoilers! We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So as you can see from the starter below I’m looking to play as some kind of assassin, bounty hunter, secret agent or otherwise type character, although probably one of the first two. A trained killer, efficient, ruthless and cold. There’s a couple of ‘chekov’s gun’ type things in the reply which should hint in the general direction this plot is angled to head down but it’ll be a mix of action and romance, more so focusing on the latter with the action inserted as and when. I’m looking for your character to play the role of the ‘fixer’, a doctor specialising in body mods and their care/repair/replacement, as Candace has plenty. There are some very interesting angles we can go down relating to body mods, but I won’t go into those too much in the ad so definitely ask me about those as I have a tonne of ideas.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

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Candace knew the smell of blood intimately, be it seconds, hours or days old, the odour was like nothing else. The blood painting the clinical white tiles of the operating room wall directly behind Paris, the blood that had exploded from the gaping exit wound on the back of his head, was approximately 22 hours old, obvious for the most part from the lack of moisture in the splatters, the creeping patterns resembling a spreading rust over the otherwise immaculate grid of grout and porcelain. Candace was sure that if she were capable of such emotion, she would be feeling a deep loss, or perhaps even grief. She did feel loss in her own way, but it was a feeling closer to irritation than anything resembling sadness, as if she had misplaced a particularly effective cleaning kit, or damaged a useful device. She had, in a sense; her fixer was dead, and that was a problem. Paris had been a good fixer, one of the best she had come across. He knew all of her parts well, even her emotional inhibitors, which no other fixer seemed to be able to repair or modify at all without risk of further damage. The two things he had never been able to touch were the anger blocker, damaged in a job gone awry years ago, but oftentimes that proved to be a boon rather than a hindrance, and the inhibitor dampening love and attraction. The latter was fortunately undamaged and whole, but Paris always joked Candace must have been a ‘true romantic’ at heart, much to her distaste, as supposedly the was the biggest by almost double, and beyond his capabilities. Candace reasoned it was nonsense, the emotion was childish and nonsensical in her eyes, and the prospect of it residing so strongly in her baseline makeup was nigh on incomprehensible.

The scene had been crafted to resemble a suicide, but to Candace’s eyes it was an amateurish farce at best. A gun lying on the floor in front of Paris, turned to an angle that would have been impossible from where he was sitting, exit wound consistent with a shot fired from much further away than a self administered point blank barrel pressed to skin, and the most embarrassing piece of evidence of them all, traces of fingerprints that were not Paris’s remained on the metal of the handle and trigger, highlighted stark against the smooth metal under Candace’s enhanced gaze. A frankly embarrassing attempt at deception from a party that had little to no experience in such things. Candace had very little idea as to who would not only kill Paris, but also stage it as a suicide. He had always been a forgiving and competent pusher, even allowing her leeway and credit on a payment when a client had withheld funds for a completed job. However, it was not as if fixers displayed a list of all arrears and clients on a wall for all to see, so it could have been for even a small transgression or mistake.
Candace’s cranial processor pushed the musings to the back of the queue, now bringing up why she had actually arrived at the fixers in the first place. She glanced down at the gash in her side, examining it again in a small mirror near Paris’s operating bench. It was a trivial thing really, but she did not carry any kind of repair equipment for her skin, hence her visit. Fortunately, she had watched Paris perform this procedure on her enough times to complete it herself with little issue, she simply lacked the equipment. Taking a nearby antibacterial swab she cleaned the mixture of blood and bright turquoise coolant that ran through her veins from the edges of the wound. The two liquids were immiscible, and so the coolant often sat in a film on the bright red oxygenated blood, the surface tension separating their bright shades like ethanol and water. She examined the flesh beneath for a moment, checking that the thick, translucent blue, muscle-enhancing,  subcutaneous armour was still intact before taking the small wand from the side, untangling the wire that connected it to the nearby hub and ran the heated tip across the opening in a smooth line. She winced as the superheated tip made contact with her skin before her pain inhibitors kicked in, turning the sharp feeling into a distant memory as she sealed it closed in a controlled motion. Her purpose for visiting fulfilled, she discarded the tool, gave a final glance to the corpse slumped in the chair, and took her leave. She needed a new fixer.

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A week had passed since Candace had discovered Paris’s body, and she had begun to grow desperate. She had been on four assignments, seemingly gaining an injury or two during each one, and she had visited six fixers. All dead, their demise a day or two before she’d found them. The work was unmistakably done by the same person or group, all the corpses and facades just as slapdash as the first. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t even need to enter the building to know whether one was alive. The disabled defences, the damaged door mechanisms and that all too familiar scent of dried, old viscera. Her anger and frustration levels had been slowly increasing throughout the time she spent searching, now near breaking point as she continued her search, on the way to a seventh, hopefully the last. Multiple cuts and splits in her skin, a damaged left eye, torn internal wires, out-of-place pistons in her calf, and her most recent injury, a ruptured adrenaline conduit, were interfering with her work, and she couldn’t afford any more setbacks. 

This fixer, a woman, came highly recommended by one of her shadier contacts, so her expectations were not high, but upon arriving at the small unassuming building, she was pleasantly surprised. Multiple defences, although rudimentary and cheap, seemed to still be active, and as far as she could tell none of the entryways seemed breached. This was a good sign, and she wasted no time approaching the entrance. No smell of blood, good. She waited patiently as she heard the almost imperceptible buzz of a biometric scanner, then the near-silent clicks of turrets deactivating. She raised a hand and pushed a thumb against the buzzer, activating the intercom. “Candy. I have an appointment.” She used her street name most of the time, hesitant to provide the full moniker to anyone she did not trust, and that amounted to no one. Her words were like the shots she took, sparing, efficient, snapped off and precise.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A QUEER CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a cyberpunk romance with some action, angst and fluff sprinkled in then this is the ad for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender, although I do lean towards feminine presenting characters. I am a big fan of contrast, so your character being in any way bubbly, excitable, joyous, nerdy etc. would all work super well, but they’re in no way a requirement! Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it!

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my queer oc, Candace. She goes by she/her but is AMAB (not a fan of the terminology but it’s fit for purpose in this context), the concept of gender doesn’t really exist to her, she presents how she needs to in order to fit her goal (most of the time her job) but in her downtime she presents feminine. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you are at LEAST playing a switch, but I do lean towards you playing some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Whilst Candace will initially come off as dominant, icy, brusk and etc. when we get into the intimacy and etc that does not hold up, although that’s all I will say as anything else is spoilers! We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So as you can see from the starter below I’m looking to play as some kind of assassin, bounty hunter, secret agent or otherwise type character, although probably one of the first two. A trained killer, efficient, ruthless and cold. There’s a couple of ‘chekov’s gun’ type things in the reply which should hint in the general direction this plot is angled to head down but it’ll be a mix of action and romance, more so focusing on the latter with the action inserted as and when. I’m looking for your character to play the role of the ‘fixer’, a doctor specialising in body mods and their care/repair/replacement, as Candace has plenty. There are some very interesting angles we can go down relating to body mods, but I won’t go into those too much in the ad so definitely ask me about those as I have a tonne of ideas.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

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Candace knew the smell of blood intimately, be it seconds, hours or days old, the odour was like nothing else. The blood painting the clinical white tiles of the operating room wall directly behind Paris, the blood that had exploded from the gaping exit wound on the back of his head, was approximately 22 hours old, obvious for the most part from the lack of moisture in the splatters, the creeping patterns resembling a spreading rust over the otherwise immaculate grid of grout and porcelain. Candace was sure that if she were capable of such emotion, she would be feeling a deep loss, or perhaps even grief. She did feel loss in her own way, but it was a feeling closer to irritation than anything resembling sadness, as if she had misplaced a particularly effective cleaning kit, or damaged a useful device. She had, in a sense; her fixer was dead, and that was a problem. Paris had been a good fixer, one of the best she had come across. He knew all of her parts well, even her emotional inhibitors, which no other fixer seemed to be able to repair or modify at all without risk of further damage. The two things he had never been able to touch were the anger blocker, damaged in a job gone awry years ago, but oftentimes that proved to be a boon rather than a hindrance, and the inhibitor dampening love and attraction. The latter was fortunately undamaged and whole, but Paris always joked Candace must have been a ‘true romantic’ at heart, much to her distaste, as supposedly the was the biggest by almost double, and beyond his capabilities. Candace reasoned it was nonsense, the emotion was childish and nonsensical in her eyes, and the prospect of it residing so strongly in her baseline makeup was nigh on incomprehensible.

The scene had been crafted to resemble a suicide, but to Candace’s eyes it was an amateurish farce at best. A gun lying on the floor in front of Paris, turned to an angle that would have been impossible from where he was sitting, exit wound consistent with a shot fired from much further away than a self administered point blank barrel pressed to skin, and the most embarrassing piece of evidence of them all, traces of fingerprints that were not Paris’s remained on the metal of the handle and trigger, highlighted stark against the smooth metal under Candace’s enhanced gaze. A frankly embarrassing attempt at deception from a party that had little to no experience in such things. Candace had very little idea as to who would not only kill Paris, but also stage it as a suicide. He had always been a forgiving and competent pusher, even allowing her leeway and credit on a payment when a client had withheld funds for a completed job. However, it was not as if fixers displayed a list of all arrears and clients on a wall for all to see, so it could have been for even a small transgression or mistake.
Candace’s cranial processor pushed the musings to the back of the queue, now bringing up why she had actually arrived at the fixers in the first place. She glanced down at the gash in her side, examining it again in a small mirror near Paris’s operating bench. It was a trivial thing really, but she did not carry any kind of repair equipment for her skin, hence her visit. Fortunately, she had watched Paris perform this procedure on her enough times to complete it herself with little issue, she simply lacked the equipment. Taking a nearby antibacterial swab she cleaned the mixture of blood and bright turquoise coolant that ran through her veins from the edges of the wound. The two liquids were immiscible, and so the coolant often sat in a film on the bright red oxygenated blood, the surface tension separating their bright shades like ethanol and water. She examined the flesh beneath for a moment, checking that the thick, translucent blue, muscle-enhancing,  subcutaneous armour was still intact before taking the small wand from the side, untangling the wire that connected it to the nearby hub and ran the heated tip across the opening in a smooth line. She winced as the superheated tip made contact with her skin before her pain inhibitors kicked in, turning the sharp feeling into a distant memory as she sealed it closed in a controlled motion. Her purpose for visiting fulfilled, she discarded the tool, gave a final glance to the corpse slumped in the chair, and took her leave. She needed a new fixer.

.

A week had passed since Candace had discovered Paris’s body, and she had begun to grow desperate. She had been on four assignments, seemingly gaining an injury or two during each one, and she had visited six fixers. All dead, their demise a day or two before she’d found them. The work was unmistakably done by the same person or group, all the corpses and facades just as slapdash as the first. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t even need to enter the building to know whether one was alive. The disabled defences, the damaged door mechanisms and that all too familiar scent of dried, old viscera. Her anger and frustration levels had been slowly increasing throughout the time she spent searching, now near breaking point as she continued her search, on the way to a seventh, hopefully the last. Multiple cuts and splits in her skin, a damaged left eye, torn internal wires, out-of-place pistons in her calf, and her most recent injury, a ruptured adrenaline conduit, were interfering with her work, and she couldn’t afford any more setbacks. 

This fixer, a woman, came highly recommended by one of her shadier contacts, so her expectations were not high, but upon arriving at the small unassuming building, she was pleasantly surprised. Multiple defences, although rudimentary and cheap, seemed to still be active, and as far as she could tell none of the entryways seemed breached. This was a good sign, and she wasted no time approaching the entrance. No smell of blood, good. She waited patiently as she heard the almost imperceptible buzz of a biometric scanner, then the near-silent clicks of turrets deactivating. She raised a hand and pushed a thumb against the buzzer, activating the intercom. “Candy. I have an appointment.” She used her street name most of the time, hesitant to provide the full moniker to anyone she did not trust, and that amounted to no one. Her words were like the shots she took, sparing, efficient, snapped off and precise.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A QUEER CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a cyberpunk romance with some action, angst and fluff sprinkled in then this is the ad for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender, although I do lean towards feminine presenting characters. I am a big fan of contrast, so your character being in any way bubbly, excitable, joyous, nerdy etc. would all work super well, but they’re in no way a requirement! Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it!

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my queer oc, Candace. She goes by she/her but is AMAB (not a fan of the terminology but it’s fit for purpose in this context), the concept of gender doesn’t really exist to her, she presents how she needs to in order to fit her goal (most of the time her job) but in her downtime she presents feminine. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you are at LEAST playing a switch, but I do lean towards you playing some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Whilst Candace will initially come off as dominant, icy, brusk and etc. when we get into the intimacy and etc that does not hold up, although that’s all I will say as anything else is spoilers! We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So as you can see from the starter below I’m looking to play as some kind of assassin, bounty hunter, secret agent or otherwise type character, although probably one of the first two. A trained killer, efficient, ruthless and cold. There’s a couple of ‘chekov’s gun’ type things in the reply which should hint in the general direction this plot is angled to head down but it’ll be a mix of action and romance, more so focusing on the latter with the action inserted as and when. I’m looking for your character to play the role of the ‘fixer’, a doctor specialising in body mods and their care/repair/replacement, as Candace has plenty. There are some very interesting angles we can go down relating to body mods, but I won’t go into those too much in the ad so definitely ask me about those as I have a tonne of ideas.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Candace knew the smell of blood intimately, be it seconds, hours or days old, the odour was like nothing else. The blood painting the clinical white tiles of the operating room wall directly behind Paris, the blood that had exploded from the gaping exit wound on the back of his head, was approximately 22 hours old, obvious for the most part from the lack of moisture in the splatters, the creeping patterns resembling a spreading rust over the otherwise immaculate grid of grout and porcelain. Candace was sure that if she were capable of such emotion, she would be feeling a deep loss, or perhaps even grief. She did feel loss in her own way, but it was a feeling closer to irritation than anything resembling sadness, as if she had misplaced a particularly effective cleaning kit, or damaged a useful device. She had, in a sense; her fixer was dead, and that was a problem. Paris had been a good fixer, one of the best she had come across. He knew all of her parts well, even her emotional inhibitors, which no other fixer seemed to be able to repair or modify at all without risk of further damage. The two things he had never been able to touch were the anger blocker, damaged in a job gone awry years ago, but oftentimes that proved to be a boon rather than a hindrance, and the inhibitor dampening love and attraction. The latter was fortunately undamaged and whole, but Paris always joked Candace must have been a ‘true romantic’ at heart, much to her distaste, as supposedly the was the biggest by almost double, and beyond his capabilities. Candace reasoned it was nonsense, the emotion was childish and nonsensical in her eyes, and the prospect of it residing so strongly in her baseline makeup was nigh on incomprehensible.

The scene had been crafted to resemble a suicide, but to Candace’s eyes it was an amateurish farce at best. A gun lying on the floor in front of Paris, turned to an angle that would have been impossible from where he was sitting, exit wound consistent with a shot fired from much further away than a self administered point blank barrel pressed to skin, and the most embarrassing piece of evidence of them all, traces of fingerprints that were not Paris’s remained on the metal of the handle and trigger, highlighted stark against the smooth metal under Candace’s enhanced gaze. A frankly embarrassing attempt at deception from a party that had little to no experience in such things. Candace had very little idea as to who would not only kill Paris, but also stage it as a suicide. He had always been a forgiving and competent pusher, even allowing her leeway and credit on a payment when a client had withheld funds for a completed job. However, it was not as if fixers displayed a list of all arrears and clients on a wall for all to see, so it could have been for even a small transgression or mistake.
Candace’s cranial processor pushed the musings to the back of the queue, now bringing up why she had actually arrived at the fixers in the first place. She glanced down at the gash in her side, examining it again in a small mirror near Paris’s operating bench. It was a trivial thing really, but she did not carry any kind of repair equipment for her skin, hence her visit. Fortunately, she had watched Paris perform this procedure on her enough times to complete it herself with little issue, she simply lacked the equipment. Taking a nearby antibacterial swab she cleaned the mixture of blood and bright turquoise coolant that ran through her veins from the edges of the wound. The two liquids were immiscible, and so the coolant often sat in a film on the bright red oxygenated blood, the surface tension separating their bright shades like ethanol and water. She examined the flesh beneath for a moment, checking that the thick, translucent blue, muscle-enhancing,  subcutaneous armour was still intact before taking the small wand from the side, untangling the wire that connected it to the nearby hub and ran the heated tip across the opening in a smooth line. She winced as the superheated tip made contact with her skin before her pain inhibitors kicked in, turning the sharp feeling into a distant memory as she sealed it closed in a controlled motion. Her purpose for visiting fulfilled, she discarded the tool, gave a final glance to the corpse slumped in the chair, and took her leave. She needed a new fixer.

.

A week had passed since Candace had discovered Paris’s body, and she had begun to grow desperate. She had been on four assignments, seemingly gaining an injury or two during each one, and she had visited six fixers. All dead, their demise a day or two before she’d found them. The work was unmistakably done by the same person or group, all the corpses and facades just as slapdash as the first. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t even need to enter the building to know whether one was alive. The disabled defences, the damaged door mechanisms and that all too familiar scent of dried, old viscera. Her anger and frustration levels had been slowly increasing throughout the time she spent searching, now near breaking point as she continued her search, on the way to a seventh, hopefully the last. Multiple cuts and splits in her skin, a damaged left eye, torn internal wires, out-of-place pistons in her calf, and her most recent injury, a ruptured adrenaline conduit, were interfering with her work, and she couldn’t afford any more setbacks. 

This fixer, a woman, came highly recommended by one of her shadier contacts, so her expectations were not high, but upon arriving at the small unassuming building, she was pleasantly surprised. Multiple defences, although rudimentary and cheap, seemed to still be active, and as far as she could tell none of the entryways seemed breached. This was a good sign, and she wasted no time approaching the entrance. No smell of blood, good. She waited patiently as she heard the almost imperceptible buzz of a biometric scanner, then the near-silent clicks of turrets deactivating. She raised a hand and pushed a thumb against the buzzer, activating the intercom. “Candy. I have an appointment.” She used her street name most of the time, hesitant to provide the full moniker to anyone she did not trust, and that amounted to no one. Her words were like the shots she took, sparing, efficient, snapped off and precise.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A QUEER CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a cyberpunk romance with some action, angst and fluff sprinkled in then this is the ad for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender, although I do lean towards feminine presenting characters. I am a big fan of contrast, so your character being in any way bubbly, excitable, joyous, nerdy etc. would all work super well, but they’re in no way a requirement! Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it!

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my queer oc, Candace. She goes by she/her but is AMAB (not a fan of the terminology but it’s fit for purpose in this context), the concept of gender doesn’t really exist to her, she presents how she needs to in order to fit her goal (most of the time her job) but in her downtime she presents feminine. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you are at LEAST playing a switch, but I do lean towards you playing some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Whilst Candace will initially come off as dominant, icy, brusk and etc. when we get into the intimacy and etc that does not hold up, although that’s all I will say as anything else is spoilers! We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So as you can see from the starter below I’m looking to play as some kind of assassin, bounty hunter, secret agent or otherwise type character, although probably one of the first two. A trained killer, efficient, ruthless and cold. There’s a couple of ‘chekov’s gun’ type things in the reply which should hint in the general direction this plot is angled to head down but it’ll be a mix of action and romance, more so focusing on the latter with the action inserted as and when. I’m looking for your character to play the role of the ‘fixer’, a doctor specialising in body mods and their care/repair/replacement, as Candace has plenty. There are some very interesting angles we can go down relating to body mods, but I won’t go into those too much in the ad so definitely ask me about those as I have a tonne of ideas.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

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Candace knew the smell of blood intimately, be it seconds, hours or days old, the odour was like nothing else. The blood painting the clinical white tiles of the operating room wall directly behind Paris, the blood that had exploded from the gaping exit wound on the back of his head, was approximately 22 hours old, obvious for the most part from the lack of moisture in the splatters, the creeping patterns resembling a spreading rust over the otherwise immaculate grid of grout and porcelain. Candace was sure that if she were capable of such emotion, she would be feeling a deep loss, or perhaps even grief. She did feel loss in her own way, but it was a feeling closer to irritation than anything resembling sadness, as if she had misplaced a particularly effective cleaning kit, or damaged a useful device. She had, in a sense; her fixer was dead, and that was a problem. Paris had been a good fixer, one of the best she had come across. He knew all of her parts well, even her emotional inhibitors, which no other fixer seemed to be able to repair or modify at all without risk of further damage. The two things he had never been able to touch were the anger blocker, damaged in a job gone awry years ago, but oftentimes that proved to be a boon rather than a hindrance, and the inhibitor dampening love and attraction. The latter was fortunately undamaged and whole, but Paris always joked Candace must have been a ‘true romantic’ at heart, much to her distaste, as supposedly the was the biggest by almost double, and beyond his capabilities. Candace reasoned it was nonsense, the emotion was childish and nonsensical in her eyes, and the prospect of it residing so strongly in her baseline makeup was nigh on incomprehensible.

The scene had been crafted to resemble a suicide, but to Candace’s eyes it was an amateurish farce at best. A gun lying on the floor in front of Paris, turned to an angle that would have been impossible from where he was sitting, exit wound consistent with a shot fired from much further away than a self administered point blank barrel pressed to skin, and the most embarrassing piece of evidence of them all, traces of fingerprints that were not Paris’s remained on the metal of the handle and trigger, highlighted stark against the smooth metal under Candace’s enhanced gaze. A frankly embarrassing attempt at deception from a party that had little to no experience in such things. Candace had very little idea as to who would not only kill Paris, but also stage it as a suicide. He had always been a forgiving and competent pusher, even allowing her leeway and credit on a payment when a client had withheld funds for a completed job. However, it was not as if fixers displayed a list of all arrears and clients on a wall for all to see, so it could have been for even a small transgression or mistake.
Candace’s cranial processor pushed the musings to the back of the queue, now bringing up why she had actually arrived at the fixers in the first place. She glanced down at the gash in her side, examining it again in a small mirror near Paris’s operating bench. It was a trivial thing really, but she did not carry any kind of repair equipment for her skin, hence her visit. Fortunately, she had watched Paris perform this procedure on her enough times to complete it herself with little issue, she simply lacked the equipment. Taking a nearby antibacterial swab she cleaned the mixture of blood and bright turquoise coolant that ran through her veins from the edges of the wound. The two liquids were immiscible, and so the coolant often sat in a film on the bright red oxygenated blood, the surface tension separating their bright shades like ethanol and water. She examined the flesh beneath for a moment, checking that the thick, translucent blue, muscle-enhancing,  subcutaneous armour was still intact before taking the small wand from the side, untangling the wire that connected it to the nearby hub and ran the heated tip across the opening in a smooth line. She winced as the superheated tip made contact with her skin before her pain inhibitors kicked in, turning the sharp feeling into a distant memory as she sealed it closed in a controlled motion. Her purpose for visiting fulfilled, she discarded the tool, gave a final glance to the corpse slumped in the chair, and took her leave. She needed a new fixer.

.

A week had passed since Candace had discovered Paris’s body, and she had begun to grow desperate. She had been on four assignments, seemingly gaining an injury or two during each one, and she had visited six fixers. All dead, their demise a day or two before she’d found them. The work was unmistakably done by the same person or group, all the corpses and facades just as slapdash as the first. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t even need to enter the building to know whether one was alive. The disabled defences, the damaged door mechanisms and that all too familiar scent of dried, old viscera. Her anger and frustration levels had been slowly increasing throughout the time she spent searching, now near breaking point as she continued her search, on the way to a seventh, hopefully the last. Multiple cuts and splits in her skin, a damaged left eye, torn internal wires, out-of-place pistons in her calf, and her most recent injury, a ruptured adrenaline conduit, were interfering with her work, and she couldn’t afford any more setbacks. 

This fixer, a woman, came highly recommended by one of her shadier contacts, so her expectations were not high, but upon arriving at the small unassuming building, she was pleasantly surprised. Multiple defences, although rudimentary and cheap, seemed to still be active, and as far as she could tell none of the entryways seemed breached. This was a good sign, and she wasted no time approaching the entrance. No smell of blood, good. She waited patiently as she heard the almost imperceptible buzz of a biometric scanner, then the near-silent clicks of turrets deactivating. She raised a hand and pushed a thumb against the buzzer, activating the intercom. “Candy. I have an appointment.” She used her street name most of the time, hesitant to provide the full moniker to anyone she did not trust, and that amounted to no one. Her words were like the shots she took, sparing, efficient, snapped off and precise.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A QUEER CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a cyberpunk romance with some action, angst and fluff sprinkled in then this is the ad for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender, although I do lean towards feminine presenting characters. I am a big fan of contrast, so your character being in any way bubbly, excitable, joyous, nerdy etc. would all work super well, but they’re in no way a requirement! Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it!

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my queer oc, Candace. She goes by she/her but is AMAB (not a fan of the terminology but it’s fit for purpose in this context), the concept of gender doesn’t really exist to her, she presents how she needs to in order to fit her goal (most of the time her job) but in her downtime she presents feminine. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you are at LEAST playing a switch, but I do lean towards you playing some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Whilst Candace will initially come off as dominant, icy, brusk and etc. when we get into the intimacy and etc that does not hold up, although that’s all I will say as anything else is spoilers! We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So as you can see from the starter below I’m looking to play as some kind of assassin, bounty hunter, secret agent or otherwise type character, although probably one of the first two. A trained killer, efficient, ruthless and cold. There’s a couple of ‘chekov’s gun’ type things in the reply which should hint in the general direction this plot is angled to head down but it’ll be a mix of action and romance, more so focusing on the latter with the action inserted as and when. I’m looking for your character to play the role of the ‘fixer’, a doctor specialising in body mods and their care/repair/replacement, as Candace has plenty. There are some very interesting angles we can go down relating to body mods, but I won’t go into those too much in the ad so definitely ask me about those as I have a tonne of ideas.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Candace knew the smell of blood intimately, be it seconds, hours or days old, the odour was like nothing else. The blood painting the clinical white tiles of the operating room wall directly behind Paris, the blood that had exploded from the gaping exit wound on the back of his head, was approximately 22 hours old, obvious for the most part from the lack of moisture in the splatters, the creeping patterns resembling a spreading rust over the otherwise immaculate grid of grout and porcelain. Candace was sure that if she were capable of such emotion, she would be feeling a deep loss, or perhaps even grief. She did feel loss in her own way, but it was a feeling closer to irritation than anything resembling sadness, as if she had misplaced a particularly effective cleaning kit, or damaged a useful device. She had, in a sense; her fixer was dead, and that was a problem. Paris had been a good fixer, one of the best she had come across. He knew all of her parts well, even her emotional inhibitors, which no other fixer seemed to be able to repair or modify at all without risk of further damage. The two things he had never been able to touch were the anger blocker, damaged in a job gone awry years ago, but oftentimes that proved to be a boon rather than a hindrance, and the inhibitor dampening love and attraction. The latter was fortunately undamaged and whole, but Paris always joked Candace must have been a ‘true romantic’ at heart, much to her distaste, as supposedly the was the biggest by almost double, and beyond his capabilities. Candace reasoned it was nonsense, the emotion was childish and nonsensical in her eyes, and the prospect of it residing so strongly in her baseline makeup was nigh on incomprehensible.

The scene had been crafted to resemble a suicide, but to Candace’s eyes it was an amateurish farce at best. A gun lying on the floor in front of Paris, turned to an angle that would have been impossible from where he was sitting, exit wound consistent with a shot fired from much further away than a self administered point blank barrel pressed to skin, and the most embarrassing piece of evidence of them all, traces of fingerprints that were not Paris’s remained on the metal of the handle and trigger, highlighted stark against the smooth metal under Candace’s enhanced gaze. A frankly embarrassing attempt at deception from a party that had little to no experience in such things. Candace had very little idea as to who would not only kill Paris, but also stage it as a suicide. He had always been a forgiving and competent pusher, even allowing her leeway and credit on a payment when a client had withheld funds for a completed job. However, it was not as if fixers displayed a list of all arrears and clients on a wall for all to see, so it could have been for even a small transgression or mistake.
Candace’s cranial processor pushed the musings to the back of the queue, now bringing up why she had actually arrived at the fixers in the first place. She glanced down at the gash in her side, examining it again in a small mirror near Paris’s operating bench. It was a trivial thing really, but she did not carry any kind of repair equipment for her skin, hence her visit. Fortunately, she had watched Paris perform this procedure on her enough times to complete it herself with little issue, she simply lacked the equipment. Taking a nearby antibacterial swab she cleaned the mixture of blood and bright turquoise coolant that ran through her veins from the edges of the wound. The two liquids were immiscible, and so the coolant often sat in a film on the bright red oxygenated blood, the surface tension separating their bright shades like ethanol and water. She examined the flesh beneath for a moment, checking that the thick, translucent blue, muscle-enhancing,  subcutaneous armour was still intact before taking the small wand from the side, untangling the wire that connected it to the nearby hub and ran the heated tip across the opening in a smooth line. She winced as the superheated tip made contact with her skin before her pain inhibitors kicked in, turning the sharp feeling into a distant memory as she sealed it closed in a controlled motion. Her purpose for visiting fulfilled, she discarded the tool, gave a final glance to the corpse slumped in the chair, and took her leave. She needed a new fixer.

.

A week had passed since Candace had discovered Paris’s body, and she had begun to grow desperate. She had been on four assignments, seemingly gaining an injury or two during each one, and she had visited six fixers. All dead, their demise a day or two before she’d found them. The work was unmistakably done by the same person or group, all the corpses and facades just as slapdash as the first. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t even need to enter the building to know whether one was alive. The disabled defences, the damaged door mechanisms and that all too familiar scent of dried, old viscera. Her anger and frustration levels had been slowly increasing throughout the time she spent searching, now near breaking point as she continued her search, on the way to a seventh, hopefully the last. Multiple cuts and splits in her skin, a damaged left eye, torn internal wires, out-of-place pistons in her calf, and her most recent injury, a ruptured adrenaline conduit, were interfering with her work, and she couldn’t afford any more setbacks. 

This fixer, a woman, came highly recommended by one of her shadier contacts, so her expectations were not high, but upon arriving at the small unassuming building, she was pleasantly surprised. Multiple defences, although rudimentary and cheap, seemed to still be active, and as far as she could tell none of the entryways seemed breached. This was a good sign, and she wasted no time approaching the entrance. No smell of blood, good. She waited patiently as she heard the almost imperceptible buzz of a biometric scanner, then the near-silent clicks of turrets deactivating. She raised a hand and pushed a thumb against the buzzer, activating the intercom. “Candy. I have an appointment.” She used her street name most of the time, hesitant to provide the full moniker to anyone she did not trust, and that amounted to no one. Her words were like the shots she took, sparing, efficient, snapped off and precise.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A QUEER CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a cyberpunk romance with some action, angst and fluff sprinkled in then this is the ad for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender, although I do lean towards feminine presenting characters. I am a big fan of contrast, so your character being in any way bubbly, excitable, joyous, nerdy etc. would all work super well, but they’re in no way a requirement! Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it!

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my queer oc, Candace. She goes by she/her but is AMAB (not a fan of the terminology but it’s fit for purpose in this context), the concept of gender doesn’t really exist to her, she presents how she needs to in order to fit her goal (most of the time her job) but in her downtime she presents feminine. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you are at LEAST playing a switch, but I do lean towards you playing some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Whilst Candace will initially come off as dominant, icy, brusk and etc. when we get into the intimacy and etc that does not hold up, although that’s all I will say as anything else is spoilers! We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So as you can see from the starter below I’m looking to play as some kind of assassin, bounty hunter, secret agent or otherwise type character, although probably one of the first two. A trained killer, efficient, ruthless and cold. There’s a couple of ‘chekov’s gun’ type things in the reply which should hint in the general direction this plot is angled to head down but it’ll be a mix of action and romance, more so focusing on the latter with the action inserted as and when. I’m looking for your character to play the role of the ‘fixer’, a doctor specialising in body mods and their care/repair/replacement, as Candace has plenty. There are some very interesting angles we can go down relating to body mods, but I won’t go into those too much in the ad so definitely ask me about those as I have a tonne of ideas.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Candace knew the smell of blood intimately, be it seconds, hours or days old, the odour was like nothing else. The blood painting the clinical white tiles of the operating room wall directly behind Paris, the blood that had exploded from the gaping exit wound on the back of his head, was approximately 22 hours old, obvious for the most part from the lack of moisture in the splatters, the creeping patterns resembling a spreading rust over the otherwise immaculate grid of grout and porcelain. Candace was sure that if she were capable of such emotion, she would be feeling a deep loss, or perhaps even grief. She did feel loss in her own way, but it was a feeling closer to irritation than anything resembling sadness, as if she had misplaced a particularly effective cleaning kit, or damaged a useful device. She had, in a sense; her fixer was dead, and that was a problem. Paris had been a good fixer, one of the best she had come across. He knew all of her parts well, even her emotional inhibitors, which no other fixer seemed to be able to repair or modify at all without risk of further damage. The two things he had never been able to touch were the anger blocker, damaged in a job gone awry years ago, but oftentimes that proved to be a boon rather than a hindrance, and the inhibitor dampening love and attraction. The latter was fortunately undamaged and whole, but Paris always joked Candace must have been a ‘true romantic’ at heart, much to her distaste, as supposedly the was the biggest by almost double, and beyond his capabilities. Candace reasoned it was nonsense, the emotion was childish and nonsensical in her eyes, and the prospect of it residing so strongly in her baseline makeup was nigh on incomprehensible.

The scene had been crafted to resemble a suicide, but to Candace’s eyes it was an amateurish farce at best. A gun lying on the floor in front of Paris, turned to an angle that would have been impossible from where he was sitting, exit wound consistent with a shot fired from much further away than a self administered point blank barrel pressed to skin, and the most embarrassing piece of evidence of them all, traces of fingerprints that were not Paris’s remained on the metal of the handle and trigger, highlighted stark against the smooth metal under Candace’s enhanced gaze. A frankly embarrassing attempt at deception from a party that had little to no experience in such things. Candace had very little idea as to who would not only kill Paris, but also stage it as a suicide. He had always been a forgiving and competent pusher, even allowing her leeway and credit on a payment when a client had withheld funds for a completed job. However, it was not as if fixers displayed a list of all arrears and clients on a wall for all to see, so it could have been for even a small transgression or mistake.
Candace’s cranial processor pushed the musings to the back of the queue, now bringing up why she had actually arrived at the fixers in the first place. She glanced down at the gash in her side, examining it again in a small mirror near Paris’s operating bench. It was a trivial thing really, but she did not carry any kind of repair equipment for her skin, hence her visit. Fortunately, she had watched Paris perform this procedure on her enough times to complete it herself with little issue, she simply lacked the equipment. Taking a nearby antibacterial swab she cleaned the mixture of blood and bright turquoise coolant that ran through her veins from the edges of the wound. The two liquids were immiscible, and so the coolant often sat in a film on the bright red oxygenated blood, the surface tension separating their bright shades like ethanol and water. She examined the flesh beneath for a moment, checking that the thick, translucent blue, muscle-enhancing,  subcutaneous armour was still intact before taking the small wand from the side, untangling the wire that connected it to the nearby hub and ran the heated tip across the opening in a smooth line. She winced as the superheated tip made contact with her skin before her pain inhibitors kicked in, turning the sharp feeling into a distant memory as she sealed it closed in a controlled motion. Her purpose for visiting fulfilled, she discarded the tool, gave a final glance to the corpse slumped in the chair, and took her leave. She needed a new fixer.

.

A week had passed since Candace had discovered Paris’s body, and she had begun to grow desperate. She had been on four assignments, seemingly gaining an injury or two during each one, and she had visited six fixers. All dead, their demise a day or two before she’d found them. The work was unmistakably done by the same person or group, all the corpses and facades just as slapdash as the first. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t even need to enter the building to know whether one was alive. The disabled defences, the damaged door mechanisms and that all too familiar scent of dried, old viscera. Her anger and frustration levels had been slowly increasing throughout the time she spent searching, now near breaking point as she continued her search, on the way to a seventh, hopefully the last. Multiple cuts and splits in her skin, a damaged left eye, torn internal wires, out-of-place pistons in her calf, and her most recent injury, a ruptured adrenaline conduit, were interfering with her work, and she couldn’t afford any more setbacks. 

This fixer, a woman, came highly recommended by one of her shadier contacts, so her expectations were not high, but upon arriving at the small unassuming building, she was pleasantly surprised. Multiple defences, although rudimentary and cheap, seemed to still be active, and as far as she could tell none of the entryways seemed breached. This was a good sign, and she wasted no time approaching the entrance. No smell of blood, good. She waited patiently as she heard the almost imperceptible buzz of a biometric scanner, then the near-silent clicks of turrets deactivating. She raised a hand and pushed a thumb against the buzzer, activating the intercom. “Candy. I have an appointment.” She used her street name most of the time, hesitant to provide the full moniker to anyone she did not trust, and that amounted to no one. Her words were like the shots she took, sparing, efficient, snapped off and precise.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A QUEER CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a cyberpunk romance with some action, angst and fluff sprinkled in then this is the ad for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender, although I do lean towards feminine presenting characters. I am a big fan of contrast, so your character being in any way bubbly, excitable, joyous, nerdy etc. would all work super well, but they’re in no way a requirement! Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it!

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my queer oc, Candace. She goes by she/her but is AMAB (not a fan of the terminology but it’s fit for purpose in this context), the concept of gender doesn’t really exist to her, she presents how she needs to in order to fit her goal (most of the time her job) but in her downtime she presents feminine. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you are at LEAST playing a switch, but I do lean towards you playing some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Whilst Candace will initially come off as dominant, icy, brusk and etc. when we get into the intimacy and etc that does not hold up, although that’s all I will say as anything else is spoilers! We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So as you can see from the starter below I’m looking to play as some kind of assassin, bounty hunter, secret agent or otherwise type character, although probably one of the first two. A trained killer, efficient, ruthless and cold. There’s a couple of ‘chekov’s gun’ type things in the reply which should hint in the general direction this plot is angled to head down but it’ll be a mix of action and romance, more so focusing on the latter with the action inserted as and when. I’m looking for your character to play the role of the ‘fixer’, a doctor specialising in body mods and their care/repair/replacement, as Candace has plenty. There are some very interesting angles we can go down relating to body mods, but I won’t go into those too much in the ad so definitely ask me about those as I have a tonne of ideas.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Candace knew the smell of blood intimately, be it seconds, hours or days old, the odour was like nothing else. The blood painting the clinical white tiles of the operating room wall directly behind Paris, the blood that had exploded from the gaping exit wound on the back of his head, was approximately 22 hours old, obvious for the most part from the lack of moisture in the splatters, the creeping patterns resembling a spreading rust over the otherwise immaculate grid of grout and porcelain. Candace was sure that if she were capable of such emotion, she would be feeling a deep loss, or perhaps even grief. She did feel loss in her own way, but it was a feeling closer to irritation than anything resembling sadness, as if she had misplaced a particularly effective cleaning kit, or damaged a useful device. She had, in a sense; her fixer was dead, and that was a problem. Paris had been a good fixer, one of the best she had come across. He knew all of her parts well, even her emotional inhibitors, which no other fixer seemed to be able to repair or modify at all without risk of further damage. The two things he had never been able to touch were the anger blocker, damaged in a job gone awry years ago, but oftentimes that proved to be a boon rather than a hindrance, and the inhibitor dampening love and attraction. The latter was fortunately undamaged and whole, but Paris always joked Candace must have been a ‘true romantic’ at heart, much to her distaste, as supposedly the was the biggest by almost double, and beyond his capabilities. Candace reasoned it was nonsense, the emotion was childish and nonsensical in her eyes, and the prospect of it residing so strongly in her baseline makeup was nigh on incomprehensible.

The scene had been crafted to resemble a suicide, but to Candace’s eyes it was an amateurish farce at best. A gun lying on the floor in front of Paris, turned to an angle that would have been impossible from where he was sitting, exit wound consistent with a shot fired from much further away than a self administered point blank barrel pressed to skin, and the most embarrassing piece of evidence of them all, traces of fingerprints that were not Paris’s remained on the metal of the handle and trigger, highlighted stark against the smooth metal under Candace’s enhanced gaze. A frankly embarrassing attempt at deception from a party that had little to no experience in such things. Candace had very little idea as to who would not only kill Paris, but also stage it as a suicide. He had always been a forgiving and competent pusher, even allowing her leeway and credit on a payment when a client had withheld funds for a completed job. However, it was not as if fixers displayed a list of all arrears and clients on a wall for all to see, so it could have been for even a small transgression or mistake.
Candace’s cranial processor pushed the musings to the back of the queue, now bringing up why she had actually arrived at the fixers in the first place. She glanced down at the gash in her side, examining it again in a small mirror near Paris’s operating bench. It was a trivial thing really, but she did not carry any kind of repair equipment for her skin, hence her visit. Fortunately, she had watched Paris perform this procedure on her enough times to complete it herself with little issue, she simply lacked the equipment. Taking a nearby antibacterial swab she cleaned the mixture of blood and bright turquoise coolant that ran through her veins from the edges of the wound. The two liquids were immiscible, and so the coolant often sat in a film on the bright red oxygenated blood, the surface tension separating their bright shades like ethanol and water. She examined the flesh beneath for a moment, checking that the thick, translucent blue, muscle-enhancing,  subcutaneous armour was still intact before taking the small wand from the side, untangling the wire that connected it to the nearby hub and ran the heated tip across the opening in a smooth line. She winced as the superheated tip made contact with her skin before her pain inhibitors kicked in, turning the sharp feeling into a distant memory as she sealed it closed in a controlled motion. Her purpose for visiting fulfilled, she discarded the tool, gave a final glance to the corpse slumped in the chair, and took her leave. She needed a new fixer.

.

A week had passed since Candace had discovered Paris’s body, and she had begun to grow desperate. She had been on four assignments, seemingly gaining an injury or two during each one, and she had visited six fixers. All dead, their demise a day or two before she’d found them. The work was unmistakably done by the same person or group, all the corpses and facades just as slapdash as the first. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t even need to enter the building to know whether one was alive. The disabled defences, the damaged door mechanisms and that all too familiar scent of dried, old viscera. Her anger and frustration levels had been slowly increasing throughout the time she spent searching, now near breaking point as she continued her search, on the way to a seventh, hopefully the last. Multiple cuts and splits in her skin, a damaged left eye, torn internal wires, out-of-place pistons in her calf, and her most recent injury, a ruptured adrenaline conduit, were interfering with her work, and she couldn’t afford any more setbacks. 

This fixer, a woman, came highly recommended by one of her shadier contacts, so her expectations were not high, but upon arriving at the small unassuming building, she was pleasantly surprised. Multiple defences, although rudimentary and cheap, seemed to still be active, and as far as she could tell none of the entryways seemed breached. This was a good sign, and she wasted no time approaching the entrance. No smell of blood, good. She waited patiently as she heard the almost imperceptible buzz of a biometric scanner, then the near-silent clicks of turrets deactivating. She raised a hand and pushed a thumb against the buzzer, activating the intercom. “Candy. I have an appointment.” She used her street name most of the time, hesitant to provide the full moniker to anyone she did not trust, and that amounted to no one. Her words were like the shots she took, sparing, efficient, snapped off and precise.

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Since there seems to be a little confusion, I’m happy for you to play a character of any gender.

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans MtF oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so the more opportunities to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future husband’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your husband? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if he even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The small moment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue coloured sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (your characters kingdom or house) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her groom-to-be.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

Just to clarify, I’m happy for you to play a character of any gender for this plot, ignore the pronouns present in the starter.

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans MtF oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future husband’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your husband? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if he even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The small moment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (place holder) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her groom-to-be.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future wife’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your wife? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if she even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The tiny fragment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (place holder) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her bride-to-be.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future wife’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your wife? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if she even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The tiny fragment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (place holder) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her bride-to-be.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future wife’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your wife? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if she even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The tiny fragment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (place holder) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her bride-to-be.

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Since there seems to be a little confusion, I’m happy for you to play a character of any gender.

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans MtF oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so the more opportunities to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future husband’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your husband? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if he even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The small moment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue coloured sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (your characters kingdom or house) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her groom-to-be.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future wife’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your wife? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if she even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The tiny fragment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (place holder) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her bride-to-be.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future wife’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your wife? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if she even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The tiny fragment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (place holder) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her bride-to-be.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Just to be clear since I get a lot of people asking, I’m happy with you playing a character of any gender

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future wife’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your wife? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if she even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The tiny fragment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (place holder) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her bride-to-be.

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Since there seems to be a little confusion, I’m happy for you to play a character of any gender.

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans MtF oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so the more opportunities to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

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Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future husband’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your husband? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if he even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The small moment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue coloured sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (your characters kingdom or house) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her groom-to-be.

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Since there seems to be a little confusion, I’m happy for you to play a character of any gender.

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans MtF oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so the more opportunities to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future husband’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your husband? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if he even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The small moment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue coloured sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (your characters kingdom or house) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her groom-to-be.

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Since there seems to be a little confusion, I’m happy for you to play a character of any gender.

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans MtF oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so the more opportunities to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future husband’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your husband? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if he even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The small moment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue coloured sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (your characters kingdom or house) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her groom-to-be.

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

Just to clarify, I’m happy for you to play a character of any gender for this plot, ignore the pronouns present in the starter.

If you are looking for a slow burn, intimate, angsty and relatively wholesome romance based around arranged marriages then this ad will hopefully be for you!

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! Arranged marriages. Gotta love ‘em. There’s something about two characters being forced into such a high stakes situation, the intimacy and romance inherent in the concept yet completely missing or heavily one sided in said relationship. I’m a huge sucker for them at the moment, and all the rps I’m currently engaged in are based around the concept in some form or another.

Onto some specifics, as I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans MtF oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from around 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board for her) so any opportunity to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, one of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a marriage between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system treaties. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

This ad is getting a little long now, it’s really gotten away from me, so I’ll keep it brief from now on. One specific idea I do really like other than the classic arranged marriage format is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning etc. Your character is on the other way to the arranged marriage with Erica’s sister, Moritta, and whilst you’re on the way Moritta flees, leaving her parents high and dry without a bride. They scramble all day until they finally offer up Erica as a replacement, and your character shows up to this mystery second daughter the family has kept completely hidden from any records or information, and we go from there.

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

—————————————————

Erica adjusted the uncomfortable wireframe of the black and silver corset around her midriff, glancing down to make sure her somewhat small but still serviceable breasts were propped up on the artificial shelf provided by the item of clothing. The fine, delicate needlework rimming the bodice she had on beneath it glittered in the sunlight, the thread twisted with strands of silver spun almost imperceptibly small.

She felt her mothers hand behind her, fussing with a lock of her hair caught in one of the shoulder straps of her ocean blue dress, chosen specifically to match the sails of her future husband’s vessels. She hissed with annoyance, batting the woman’s hand away from the brunette curls, sighing in frustration. “Mother it doesn’t matter how many times you touch my hair it’s going to look the same”

The backtalk earned a harsh jab into Erica’s back from her mother’s finger, causing her to let out a cry of pain “do you want to look like some kind of street whore for your husband? Hm? Need I remind you of what’s at stake here?!” The queen spat back, her brows knitting together in the familiar expression of fury before returning to one of tranquil beauty in a second “you’ll be lucky if he even lowers himself enough to put up with you”

Erica felt herself shrink slightly at the woman’s cutting words, the usual disapproval of the princess’s identity a very frequent occurrence, at least from the matriarch of her family. She glanced across at her father, the king, who gave her a small and comforting smile.

The small moment of reassurance perked Erica back up, and her gaze slowly rose to the gargantuan ship pulling beside the cobbled surface. The vehicle was massive, at least 100ft long. She could see hundreds of barnacles dotting the huge oak swell of the hull as it floated beside the dock, the tide lapping against the shining wood with soft slapping noises.

Gigantic, deep blue sails flapped and cracked loudly in the sea breeze, the silver embroidered house crest of (place holder) shining in the harsh desert sun. It gently bobbed whilst at anchor, and she watched intently as two crewmen flipped the dark wooden gangplank down and let it clatter to the surface of the jetty. Erica’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, pounding with anxiety. Finally she would gain a first proper look at her groom-to-be.