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findroleplay · 5 months

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On the hunt for some fellow space explorers and extraterrestrial beings!

Greetings ladies, gents and fellow space explorers! As yet another busy year draws to a close and a new one is just around the corner I thought I’d open my doors (well, DM’s really) to any fellow sci-fi rper’s who may be lurking about in the hopes that we can all leap headfirst into the start of 2024 with some fresh stories to write, new ideas to share and entire universes born from our own imaginations to explore whilst hopefully making a few new friends along the way. Before heading down to the ideas section of the ad, I humbly ask (and strongly insist) that anyone who may be interested in writing with me takes the time to thoroughly read the following lists of requirements to make sure that we are on the same page when it comes to what we want/expect in a rp partner and ensure that we will mesh with one another as a result rather than clash due to incompatibility based issues that may not be fixable. REQUIREMENTS/WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR: -A minimum of three to four properly fleshed out and detailed paragraphs per response written in third person past tense. A decent grasp on spelling, grammar and punctuation is also required as well. -At least one to two responses per day/every other day. I am also open to planning a writing schedule provided you are capable of consistently responding at least three or more days per week. -A willingness to commit to a long term rp/being a long term writing partner and being open to writing more than just one story. -20+ writers and characters. No exceptions. -Being open to at least occasionally engaging in non-rp related ooc chatter. -Active engagement during any planning/plotting phases and a willingness to bring new ideas to table. -Willing to rp against/pair your character with a alien character who may have/has fur, fangs, claws, a tail, scales, antennae, extra limbs, etc. basically anything that doesn’t look like a blue skinned human. I do not play human main characters so please take all of this into very careful consideration before messaging me for an rp. -Being comfortable with writing potentially explicit scenes that contain dark themes/sensitive topics such as combat, violence, gore, injuries, trauma, illnesses, etc (any and all boundaries will be discussed prior to plotting or writing these sorts of scenes). -Being comfortable with writing out smut based scenes rather than just fading to black or simply implying they happened. -Slow burn romances that allow the characters to see the best and worst sides of each other as their feelings progress. Anything that adds extra tension, drama or causes changes to their relationship dynamics and offers us a potential subplot to explore is also heavily encouraged. -50/50 story to smut ratio. -Switch dynamics only. Characters who prefer to top more than bottom during spicy scenes are also welcomed but Characters who only bottom/are always submissive regardless of what position they are in or don’t reciprocate on their own accord without constant guidance during these types of scenes are not. -MxM or FxM (with me playing the male character) pairings. I do have a strong preference for MxM pairings but I am not going to turn down anyone wishing to do a FxM one, but I will not play as the female character so please refrain from approaching me if you are intending to play as the male character. -Discord is an absolute must as it is the only platform I will rp on due to being able to use servers in order to help keep things organised and easily accessible within their own little category or channel. I will not rp on any other platform and any attempts to try and persuade me to write elsewhere will be ignored. WHAT I AM NOT LOOKING FOR: -one liners, one worders, rushed out responses, rapid fire, text talk, frequent or major mistakes that go uncorrected. -Constantly switching between tenses or the use of first/second person. -godmodding. -controlling my characters. -overly shy or emotionally fragile characters who need to be taken care of constantly. -Characters who are always positive/cheerful no matter what happens to them or to the point where it's impossible to get any other kind of reaction out of them. -short term rp’s. -Android characters, heavily augmented cyborg characters (this is up for discussion), magical characters, characters with wings, telepathic characters, characters that do not fit into a sci-fi setting, insectoid alien main characters, avianoid alien main characters, amphibious or fish like alien main characters, amorphous (slime) main characters and anything that even remotely resembles a xenomorph. -time travel/dimension hopping settings or abilities. -Cyberpunk/steampunk/dieselpunk/whatever are punk type settings there are. -Overly submissive characters or characters who constantly require someone else to take the lead all the time or make decisions for them regardless of what situation they are in. -fast paced romances. -stories that take place in a non sci-fi setting. Now that we’ve got all those rules out of the way, let’s start talking about the fun stuff: Ideas. Down below you’ll find all of the ideas that I’ve been absolutely dying to write for a fair while now. All of these ideas will take place within your typical run of the mill sci-fi setting and although there are some specific themes/plot points and dynamics within them that are non-negotiable or firmly set in stone, you are more than welcome to bring any ideas you may have been wanting to try out yourself to the table to see if there’s a way that they can be incorporated into the rp. STOWAWAY: (Looking for someone to play the captain) A stowaway attempts to sneak onboard a ship in order to find a way off the planet/space station they are on and is discovered by the captain. UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT: (Looking for someone to play as a member of the crew) A criminal takes over a ship that has accidentally stumbled into their territory and claims the crew as their own. NO EASY WAY OUT: (Looking for someone to play as either the leader of the criminals or a member of the crew) A lone drifter is captured by a band of criminals and forced to join them in exchange for their life. STRANDED: A alliance soldier is purposely left behind by their teammates after becoming separated from them during a mission and is forced to find a way off the planet with the aid of their rescuer. CHANGING WAYS: (Looking for someone to play as a member of the alliance crew) A notorious criminal is given one last chance of redemption by serving the alliance as part of the crew that captured them. TAKING OVER: A captain's second in command is reluctantly chosen to lead the ship after a mission gone wrong and struggles to live up to the expectations that are placed upon them. REUNITED: (Looking for someone to play as the old crew mate) A runaway alliance soldier working a gig as a freelance cargo pilot bumps into one of their old crewmates and agrees to work alongside them in order to solve a mystery involving the sudden disappearance of several ships. New recruit: A formerly high-ranking alliance officer is stripped of their title and forced to start over at the bottom of the social ladder on another ship. SPACE PIRATES AND NOBLES: (Looking for someone to play as the royal) A pirate captain that is believed to be one of the most dangerous and wanted criminals in the known galaxies boards a ship full of royals/wealthy high class nobles that has strayed off course and takes one of them as a prisoner in exchange for sparing the rest of them. ENSLAVED: (Looking for someone to play as the master/mistress) As punishment for their crimes, a criminal is sold off into slavery. A near successful escape attempt sees them literally running into their new owner after months of being turned down by other buyers. THE WAR OF THE WORLDS: A intergalactic war is declared by the aliens after one of their ships is shot down by humans despite claims that the incident was not the result of malicious intent or pre-planned. Centuries of peaceful co-existence between the two races are seemingly thrown down the drain as they battle each other for complete control over the known galaxies themselves despite the devastating costs that both sides must regularly pay for as a result of their efforts through either their lives or resources in the hopes of achieving some form of victory. EXILE: (Looking for someone to play as a crew member of the human ship) An alien is found injured and alone onboard a badly damaged ship that has drifted into a human occupied airspace. The unexpected extraterrestrial guest is hostile towards their “alien” rescuers yet is seemingly reluctant to return to their own territory for reasons that they refuse to disclose. With tensions rising across the known galaxies due to rumours being spread about a war that is supposedly on the verge of being declared at any moment, the two species must set aside their biases and work together in order to find out the truth before it’s too late. To those who have made it this far, thanks for reading! If you are interested in writing with me please shoot me a friend request on discord and send me a introductory message that includes your time zone, your availability, which idea you liked, what ideas you may have, what pairing you want to do and your favourite food so that I know you read the whole post. Anything that is just “hey, I saw your ad. Wanna rp?” Will be immediately ignored. Introductions are also required even if you are simply inquiring about whether or not I am still looking for new partners and these types of messages will be ignored if they do not contain them. Discord contact info: tiberionwars Can’t wait to write with ya!

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ewan-mo · 8 months

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Another hospital rising to the challenge.

Tuesday 26th September 2023

Sleeping at the Benedictine retreat house meant we didn’t need to get up too early – the hospital is just up the road. However, the cockerels hadn’t been given our schedule, seemingly, because they were crowing their wake-up call from about 4.30am.

Mo catching up with e-mails before our meeting.

Our meeting at the Benedictine Eye Hospital was a little eccentric but delightful. Psychiatric nurse Brenda you have already met – she is the mother of delicious baby Zion. She came in from her maternity leave to be at the meeting and give us her report. She was going on to run a community clinic afterwards.

It took a while before everyone was gathered, including Julius, leader of the community rehab programme in Tororo, and Moses, the programme manager. (Please don’t ask me the difference between these two!). They summoned an accountant, Sam, to respond to JF’s treasurer’s questions, and eventually we gathered in an IT guy as well.

That was when Ewan began the discussion about data and spreadsheets. Part of his mission is to encourage our colleagues to collect good data and then to use it – you can certainly use it to persuade potential donors into generosity. You can show them how many people’s lives have been transformed by treatment for their mental illness.

At some point a tall and striking figure in a white monastic robe strode in: the Executive Director, Father Peter. I hadn’t met him before but he’s clearly a supporter of mental health service development, and also someone who insists on proper accounting and reporting. I was delighted to hear from him that he was late because their monastic order was being audited!

At a slightly later point we decided to start the meeting, and Julius drafted an agenda, with the usual rather formal structure, including opening and closing prayers.

Our colleagues at Benedictine have been very keen to establish mental health services alongside the epilepsy service they run – 11 clinics across the district. As always, there has been a funding problem for their drugs. They are compassionate carers and long for patients to have the treatment they need. We have been able to find a donor who is funding the drugs for the moment. We will see how that proceeds.

We arrived at our hotel here in Mbale at about 2.30pm. That was a fun morning!

View of part of Mt Elgon from our room.

Afterwards Ewan had a sleep and we both went for a walk in the pleasant evening sunshine. Teenagers passed us on both sides of the road on their way home from school. And there were mysterious goings on in the construction of storm drains. Or possibly deconstruction, it was difficult to tell. When African rains come down so heavily, you need a way of dealing with the potential floods. Ewan enjoyed a swim once we were back at the hotel.

Brenda is a very committed and enthusiastic psychiatric nurse. She met her husband when they were both at nursing school. He has since switched to medicine. I was very pleased indeed to learn that he is hoping to specialise in psychiatry.

Our workshop last week was well balanced in terms of female-male delegates. I am impressed that so many young women in particular have not only had a good general education (you cannot take that for granted in a country like Uganda) but have chosen to specialise in mental health, knowing that professionals carry the stigma as well as our patients. You are unlikely to acquire fame or fortune in our specialty. The women who do opt for such a career have a big heart for people with mental illness, and clearly show their dedication.

Prima was just one such; she was both delegate and presenter last week. She had always been interested in psychiatry but thought it was a challenging subject and you had to be a (probably middle-aged) strong man who wouldn’t be easily approachable.

Mo and Prima

She was working as a general nurse when Sister Nancy, who ran the mental health service at Kisiizi, told the nurses to get the ward in good order because the consultant psychiatrist was visiting. As it happened, the visiting psychiatrist was me!

Prima was astonished to find that you could have a lady psychiatrist. And someone who wasn’t a strong silent type of middle-aged man. That was it: she told herself that she could go into psychiatry. She is now in charge of the psych ward at Kisiizi and is a qualified specialist nurse in Child and Adolescent Mental Health. Isn’t that a great story?

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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PRIDE & PREJUDICE PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2005 film

you must know... surely, you must know it was all for you.

are you out of your senses?

we've been nonsensical!

i have struggled in vain and i can bear it no longer.

are you rejecting me?

did i just agree to dance?

makes it all so much more enjoyable, don't you think?

you really do love him, don't you?

i appreciate the struggle you have been through, and i am very sorry to have caused you pain.

you're wasting your time with me.

count your blessings.

don't look at me like that!

only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony.

i'm very fond of walking.

no, i prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.

may i have the next dance?

these past few months have been a torment.

i wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?

my brother gave it to me.

i have never been thus treated in my entire life.

do you talk, as a rule, while dancing?

so this is your opinion of me.

i had to see you.

it's been many years since i had such an exemplary vegetable.

oh, believe me, no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.

i've been so blind.

i've come to tell you the news.

oh, very well then.

i must ask you to leave immediately.

you have insulted me in every possible way.

not all of us can afford to be romantic.

i could not have parted with you to anyone less worthy.

i will never see you again if you do.

he looks miserable, poor soul.

yes. a thousand times yes.

i will not and certainly never shall.

i thought that poetry was the food of love.

you are too generous to trifle with me.

all of these things i am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.

there's a lot to be thankful for.

don't you dare judge me.

i don't understand.

thank you for explaining so fully.

now tell me once and for all: are you engaged to him?

if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once.

have you no objection other than your belief in my indifference?

believe me, it was unconsciously done.

what a shame, for i dearly love to laugh.

and those are the words of a gentleman.

my affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.

you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love... i love... i love you.

i love you.

i cannot tease you about that.

forgive me for taking up so much of your time.

how are you this evening, dear?

is this your reply?

they are far too easy to judge.

i do not have the talent of conversing easily with people i have never met before.

i thought you hated the man.

will that make you happy?

we're doing our best to find a fault in you.

i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

i wish you would not call me "my dear."

perhaps you should take your aunt's advice and practice?

what endearments am i allowed?

please, do be seated.

one of these days, someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue.

people do not die of colds.

i was wrong. i was entirely wrong.

are you too proud? and would you consider pride a fault or a virtue?

this is a charming house.

i am well acquainted with you.

please do me the honor of accepting my hand.

what do you recommend to encourage affection?

what should i call you when i am cross?

are you... are you laughing at me?

i can admire you much better from here.

shall i call for some tea?

i cannot believe that anyone can deserve you.

i love you. most ardently.

good day. it's been a pleasure.

i have no idea.

did you walk here?

let us take a turn about the room.

it is a small kind of accomplishment, i suppose.

will you not join us?

i've never seen so many pretty girls in my life.

she is the most beautiful creature i have ever beheld.

why do you ask such a question?

what have you discovered?

we are all fools in love.

i have other reasons. you know i have.

i do not deny it.

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post-lds · 2 years

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Intro

(Read before you say anything stupid in asks especially)

I am entering my late 20s. i grew up mormon in utah. my parents were raised mormon by parents raised mormon, and most of my “heritage” goes back further than that, steeped in mormonism. i am the third child of ten, my mother also had nine siblings, and my dad has 5. I threw myself into the so-called “religion”, dedicated so much time and energy to my callings in the “church”, and spent hours on hours praying and reading mormon “scripture”. It has now been years since i attended any lds ceremony or ritual in good faith, but it sticks with you.

Do NOT come in here and tell me my faith was insufficient. do NOT come here and tell me i didn’t try hard enough. do NOT tell me i listened too readily to the whisperings of the devil, that i was persuaded too easily to the whims and temptations of the world. do NOT tell me i must have just wanted to sin

I will say you will never know how many nights i cried myself to sleep in prayer. you will never know how many talks and testimonies i bore with every shred of truth i could wholeheartedly swear. you will never know how many times i scoured the scriptures for answers to my questions, how studiously i took notes in class, sacrament, seminary, general conference, the lessons i strove to inscribe on my soul from testimonies and FHE, from girls’ camp and youth conference and fire sides and every other spiritual interaction i ever had. the guilt ate away at me for not feeling as guilty as i should, for even thinking that i could like girls, for doubting, for not “having enough faith”, for tainting my family’s immortal salvation, for decimating my own chance at the celestial kingdom. i wrote “worlds beyond number” on my arm for weeks in the hopes that the reminder would strengthen my resolve in my faith, but instead left me devastated that i would end up in the telestial kingdom if i was lucky, but more likely outer darkness for my deep seeded sinful ways. the root of my depression in high school was my faith crisis, and although yes i was unmedicated, i wasn’t in therapy, or otherwise addressing my mental health, the part that kept my depression going strong was the fear that i was doing everything All Wrong, because I didn't etch the gospel into every aspect of my life, every moment of every day. And that must have been why I felt so hopeless. Perpetual despair.

I began to truly Doubt™ right about a decade ago now, back when i moved from a charter school to a public school my sophomore year of highschool. i was introduced to a whole world of people who weren’t largely mormon, and many of them were intrinsically good without the “gospel” in their lives. i made more and more friends who weren’t mormon and they made me feel more welcomed than the ppl in my stake that went to the same school. I realized that mormon didn’t equivalate good, that the most entitled, self righteous, holier than thou pricks in school were mormon (rectangles and squares here). the things that were supposed to drench me in guilt - swearing, mentioning sex, exploring sexuality/gender, reading less-that-wholesome books, trying caffeine - they never scarred me the way i was always told they would. i tried every trick in the book and them some to see what argument reason would remind me of the One And Only Whole And Complete Truth. nothing took. the guilt and insecurities dragged me deeper into my pathetic self-loathing pity party. if i wasn’t happy, i must be sinning. right? so what was i doing so wrong that didn’t bring instant waves of guilt and shame that was keeping me so unhappy? why were my prayers and scripture huntings answered with silence? was i that unholy? that unworthy? so despised by capital g God Himself that i was unworthy of even a hint for why i was this way? there was no quiet comfort, no gentle reassurance, no uplifting encouragement that i just had to Move Along. i have never felt so violently lonely and alone as i did then. it left me vehemently aimless, directionless, void of any modicum of hope, it left me wide open for my abuser to swoop in and give me Purpose, building off the basis that the ends would always justify the means. also an exmo, he turned my need for approval into a tool of his own making, used my desperation to be loved against me, manipulated my idea of working hard for the benefit for my family in his favor. mormonism left me naïve and vulnerable and in need of direction, and he gave that to me, and i fell for it because i didn’t know better.

i was told from the earliest ages of life that my divine calling was to be a Mother Of Zion (there is so much wrong with that phrasing, and so many more racist and appropriative ideals that mormons have coopted as their own over the years, but that’s a different post). when i read Pictures Of Hollis Woods in middle school, i realized that adoption wasn’t just an option in general, it could be an option for me, a first option, too. yet i still struggle to shake the idea that my body isn’t a temple for me, it is a public temple for lease, a resource to share, that childbearing is less a privilege, but more a duty that is intrinsically tied to the fate of my immortal soul. i personally do not need to bear a biological child to raise. it is not a personal requirement for a fulfilling life. but it always sits in the back of my mind, that i should be so grateful for the Blessing of a likely very fertile uterus, that i should make use of it and Share My Bounty with both my spouse (who should be a cis man and rm) and the world. i know logically that it’s because that’s the most surefire way to introduce new tithe paying members into the world, but i still, still, STILL have this burning anxiety that it is Greedy of me to deprive a soul the use of my womb.

do not tell me i did not struggle

read A Marvelous Work And A Wonder, read The Miracle Of Forgiveness, read the CES Letter, read works by ex members, and if your faith is truly that strong, if the doctrine of the church is truly whole and pure, if the prophets and other priesthood leaders are truly so divinely inspired by God and the Holy Ghost, such criticisms won’t shake your belief. if god is the same yesterday, today, and forever, why do church leaders need so many revisionary revelations? if j smith was given the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, why are you not following his edicts today? if they aren’t so virtuous as to be relevant and applicable to today’s life, then your god is fallible, yes? if you can read those works (to start) and then honestly look me in the face, look anyone in the face and say with full confidence, hand to god, that you believe and support everything the lds faith stands for, then we can have an honest conversation. but at the very least, learn to analyze what you know to reiterate these "facts" in your own words, rather than regurgitate the same phrases parroted by thousands of members, as if quantity will give these ideas credence.

#long post #post lds #lds #exmo #exmormon

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thebookishhijabiwrites · 1 year

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MY HIJAB STORY

"I won't let you come with me if you wear this burqa. Understood?"

Mrs. Khan fixed her brown furious gaze at the 12-year-old girl who was insistent on wearing a burqaa and beginning Hijab.

After being unable to convince her father, she was trying to persuade her mother. She was pretty sure that her mother would definitely support her. It was none other than her mother who taught her to wear a head scarf at an early age, even with criticism from people.

But, oh no!

Her mother's statement was like an arrow from the heavens that sent the earth trembling in terror and shaking her feet.

With faltering steps and a heavy heart, she decided to try the tool of last resort and stood before her Merciful Lord. She prayed to Allah that if you want me to do hijab, then make me steadfast on it from this very day. Help me now. Please!

When she moved her head to the left reciting "Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullah", a strong and confident girl woke up inside her.

Folding the prayer mat, she said politely in a confident voice:

"Mother, I will do the hijab, inshaAllah. If you take me with you, I'll be grateful. Otherwise, I am not leaving without a burqa. "

Mrs. Khan's gentle nature and need to take the girl with her played a role.

So she surrendered saying:

"Let's go today. But it should never happen next time."

"Aww, thank you so much, Ammi"

Hugging her mother tightly she quickly slipped into her burqa, like a princess pouring herself into her long dress. She crowned her hair with a hijab, leaning forward to the mirror. As her vision swam to the mirror, she caught the reflection of a brightening pearl in its shell. She blinked.

This time, in the midst of its thorns, a red rose blushed.

"Wow, is it me?" she whispered with curiosity.

A moon smiled back at her, shielded behind its clouds.

"Yes, little girl! There is no one more beautiful than a girl who attains hijab for the pleasure of her Allah. She is a rare & precious diamond that can't be found easily, a beaming pearl in its shell, a rose protected by thorns, and a moon covered by clouds."

An imaginative voice soothed her ears and soul.

Swelling with happiness, she adorned herself with socks and gloves as well.

Her hijab covered her body but opened her mind to the greater beauty that is Allah's.

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During the journey, a strange incident happened that jolted the roots of Mrs. Khan.

An old man, likely in his nineties, was thrilled to see her in that way and couldn't resist patting her on the head with trembling hands. And said:

"Oh Daughter! I am very glad to see you in this condition in this era, because otherwise, women have completely neglected the hijab."

And giving many blessings, he left while Mrs. Khan remained numb with tears springing into her eyes.

No sooner did they return home than she held her daughter in a warm and tight embrace. She apologized for her rude behavior and promised to support her fully.

That's when the Hijabi journey started. While she received encouraging words from some people, A lot overwhelmed her with a barrage of taunts and insults. Someone would tease, "You are going to be crazy soon" some would say "She is a small child now, why did you put her behind curtains?" Another voice would echo, "Hey, Does Islam ask you to hide from your cousin too with whom you have spent your childhood?" Someone said teasingly, "Now in a few years, you will going to hide from your father also."

"Hey look! Here comes the Mullani" and so on.

These criticisms would cause her delicate heart to ache sweetly. She would say, "Come on, let me suffer something for Allah."

Someone's voice would echo in her mind: "Sister, our prophet suffered a lot for us. Can't we bear some taunts for him?"

So, she would feel a "special pleasure" in suffering for Allah and his beloved prophet peace be upon him.

Sometimes, a few taunts would make her misty-eyed. And once in a while, she burst into tears.

But there is beauty in being rejected by people. It teaches you to rely on Allah for everything.

Allah Ta'ala has extended His help on various occasions. Which, if written, might become a booklet. Now, thanks to Allah's mercy, my parents are more than happy with my hijab and support me strongly.

Despite criticism, the hijabi journey continues with Allah's mercy and the support of loved ones. May Allah grant steadfastness.

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Hey there!

How was my story? Did you find it interesting?

Feel free to comment below with your valuable feedback.

My message to the sisters is that it does not matter where you are at in your hijab journey, it still counts. Keep improving day by day for your Merciful Allah! He doesn't waste a single good deed done for him.

See you soon in the next post!

Salam.

#@ myself #fav #short story #journal #fiction #self improvement

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secretariatess · 2 years

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Arvek 10

He did not know how long he stood there, just that it was long enough for the sky to grow ever darker, hiding the wide, deep graves. Something in the back of his mind forced its way through the horror of discovery and reminded him that he had yet to find his brother. Turning away, almost in a daze, he continued his search.

Panic slowly crept into the empty space, mixing the sight of the graves with his missing brother, and on a smaller scale, giving him the realization that he did not remember his way back to the inn. He took a deep breath, determined not to let the panic control him. He just needed a moment to reconsider things. He stopped at a well lit building, considering his options. Cor's disappearance didn't mean that he was actually dead, Arvek told himself. All it meant was that Cor wasn't with him, and he didn't know where he went. Certainly there was a sense of urgency, being in an unfamiliar place with unknown people, but panicking over that before he could confirm it happened would only hinder him. As for getting lost, he couldn't imagine the town was that large. He could find his way back at some point.

Besides, Kendra seemed keen on keeping them. If she realized they were missing, Arvek was certain she could easily find them again.

The panic receded, unable to find a foothold now that he had reasoned things out.

It was still most likely that Cor had wandered off to explore. At this point, he had either finished with his exploration and was making his way back to the inn, if he wasn't already there, or his attention had been caught by something particularly attractive.

But what could this town offer that would be attractive?

Magic.

Just as he was about to set off to find the inn, the answer popped into his head. If Cor had found anything associated with magic, he would have stopped to look. He certainly wasn't a student of magic, nor made any claim to want to be, but Cor did enjoy watching it at work. Of course, this information didn't narrow down anything. Cor could still be anywhere.

Seeing the building next to him was some kind of store, he entered, silently hoping that by asking where he could find businesses associated with magic would not be an odd question to ask.

When he stepped in, he found a young couple, sitting by a table with only a single candle on the center. All by the windows were the rest of the candles, attempting to entice customers in. The young man brightened upon seeing Arvek. He leapt up from his chair, gave a great theatrical pose and said, "Ah, a valued customer! Surely in need of our tailoring services?" He gave Arvek's dress a once over.

"No," Arvek said firmly.

The man's smile briefly gave way to a grimace, but it was back in mere seconds. "Then perhaps we could assist you with something else?" He gestured grandly to the woman, who had remained seated, but was smiling warmly all the same. "Perhaps we could persuade you to sample some of my wife's wonderful cloth?" He held up a finger. "Before you knock it, I think it will be up to even your standards."

"I am not here shop, I'm afraid," Arvek answered, keeping his tone firm. "I am here rather to ask if you know of a place that deals with magic."

With a defeated sigh, the man lowered his arms and his smile. "If it is magic things that you are looking for, we would suggest Old One-eye's."

That was not an encouraging name.

The woman nodded. "The other places sell nothing more parlor tricks. Old One-eye actually knows what she's doing."

Arvek shifted his attention to her, not just because she had given more information about "Old One-eye," but because she did not put on the performance the man did. "Could you perhaps tell me where to find her shop?"

"Certainly." The woman got up from her seat and walked over to one of those windows. Pointing out, she said, "If you take a left at the building over there, the one with the dying flowers by every window sill, and keep going until you reach the store with no glass in its windows, and take a right, you'll only be a little ways from her shop. As far as I know, she never actually closes, but she only keeps about two candles in the window, so it may seem dark inside."

"Thank you," Arvek said. He turned to head out the door, only to find the man's face disturbingly close. He jumped back, leaning away with his hands up.

The man held up a bolt of admittedly beautiful cloth. "Are you sure you don't want to peruse our wares first?" he asked, his grin now back in full force.

Keeping his eyes on the man, Arvek slowly backed to the door. "I am quite sure." He reached for the door handle and let himself out with his back to the street, not wanting to give the man another chance to surprise him. When the man made no further move towards him, he gratefully closed the door and turned around to head off in the direction the woman sent him.

In the darkness, he was concerned that her instructions would be hard to follow, but he found the dim light from the buildings around were enough to show him his path. In only a quarter of an hour, he stood before a weathered door with two windows on either side, a single candle in each. The cracked sign above partially declared "Cauldron," but the rest of the name was too worn to be read in the night.

He entered and was immediately greeted with a mixture of smells that made him choke. Holding up his shirt over his nose, he peered around the room through watering eyes. The walls were lined with shelves full of all kinds of ingredients. There were shelves of fresh, green plants hanging off the sides to dried and withered plants. Other shelves had vials of liquids, twigs, eyes, and unidentifiable objects. Underneath the shelves of ingredients were cauldrons, some boiling, some undisturbed, vapors visibly pouring out of others. By the cauldrons were ladles and varying sizes of bottles. Still further in were objects of fascination- small glass orbs on chains with swirling mists inside, hair ornaments changing colors, charms that glittered. Scattered among these objects were things that were more mundane, such as stacks of paper. Standing by one of the cauldrons close to these objects was Cor, a woman so short and bent that she barely came up to his hip beside him and gesturing animatedly at the cauldron.

When the door clicked shut behind him, both Cor and the woman turned to see who had entered. With the woman's face on full display, Arvek saw that -true to her name- she had an empty socket where her left eye should have been.

"Arvek!" Cor called out brightly. "I do not believe I have been in a place any more intriguing than this one." He reached over to the counter of objects of fascination and held up a ring. "It is a compass, but it points south!"

All too aware of the woman's presence, Arvek bit back all of the chastisements he wanted to give Cor and instead asked in a low tone, "What is the point of that? If an actual compass points north, then certainly you would know where south lies."

"Novelty, dear," the old woman said with raspy amusement. "Some people may want variety."

He gave her a critical look.

She ignored the look and said, "Perhaps there is else here that might intrigue you? I can see you prefer practicality. While my trinkets will serve no use to you, I am certain you may find one of these potions valuable."

As she hobbled her way to presumably show off one of her potions, Arvek said just as firmly as he did with the man from the other shop, "I am not here to make any purchases. I was only looking for my brother."

"Yes, this brother is here, but I am afraid I have not seen the other brother," she said.

Arvek flashed Cor a look.

"Well, I figured since I was here, I'd ask," Cor said in response to the look.

"This potion here will help you remain alert," One-eye said, dipping a ladle into one cauldron and holding it up so she could pour the liquid back in. "Especially if you ride long days, it will keep you focused and keen. Useful in your journey, no?"

"Until it never lets me sleep," Arvek objected.

"Oh, no, dear," the woman said, chuckling, making a keeeeeeeee noise as she did so. "Potions don't last longer than thirty hours, at most. Some last only a matter of hours. You would be able to sleep once it wore off, provided you didn't take another."

He gave her a suspicious look.

Still smiling, she said, "There are some that can be sealed, but you can't do it by continuously drinking them. But rest assured, I make no such potions here."

"I still don't trust it."

She shrugged and dropped the ladle back into the cauldron. She hobbled back over to Cor, giving him a knowing expression and said, "You understand me, though, right?"

"Oh yes," Cor said emphatically with a laugh, as though they were sharing a joke Arvek missed. "But that does mean that beauty potion is not as attractive." He jabbed a finger over to a cauldron pouring vapors.

"Man like you doesn't need it," One-eye said. "And you know I don't say that to all my customers. Are you taking the compass ring, though?"

Arvek cleared his throat, annoyed.

Cor glanced at Arvek, then back to the ring, hesitating.

"Don't mind the naysayers," One-eye said, speaking to him very familiarly. "Who's he to say that you can't have it?"

"We have other matters to get to," Arvek said. "And it is not worth any of your coins."

"I suppose you could keep your coins, not have a ring that points south, and have to deal with your brother's attitude," the woman said with a note of lightheartedness, "but if I were you, I'd prefer to have the ring and lighter pocket, as then I'd have something to look as I tuned him out. I admit, I'm biased, though."

Arvek glared at her. The absolute audacity of this woman! Who did she think she was, defying him like this? Just so Cor could buy a worthless trinket?

"You make a fair point," Cor conceded. He reached into his pocket and, to Arvek's horror, pulled out some of his coins and handed it over to the woman.

The woman thanked him and tucked the coins away. "Now dear, it'll last a while, but there may come a point when you'll just see it swirling around and looking like one of those pendants over there" -she gestured to the glass orbs with the swirling mists- "and if that happens, just shake it a bit, and it should correct itself."

"So how is this equal to a compass?" Arvek interjected hotly, even more annoyed. Not only did Cor buy a useless ring, but he bought one that the woman herself acknowledged would stop working soon.

One-eye wasn't even bothered by his tone. Grinning, she said, "Well, when you're not out adventuring, you can wear it and look fancy, can't you? Can't do that with a regular compass. Not if you want to look proper."

Arvek didn't really have an answer for that. It didn't negate the fact that the ring was still a useless trinket, though. "Come on," he told Cor. "We should be heading back." Not wanting to stay a moment longer in the shop with this woman, he stepped outside. Cor gave her a wave goodbye and followed.

Arvek remained silent the whole way back to the inn; a feat, considering it took several attempts and lights were starting to go out. When they finally reached the inn and had returned to their room, Arvek took his chance to reprimand Cor.

"Why did you go off by yourself like that?" he demanded. "Do you know how long I spent looking for you? Anything could have happened!"

Cor blinked in surprise, as though he had no idea that this was coming. "I didn't want to wake you," he answered simply. "You seemed really tired."

"We are not in a trustworthy place," Arvek reminded him. "We're not back in our home city where help is just around the corner for us. And that's precisely why I gave us fake names to use, not our real names!"

Thankfully, Cor did look apologetic about this blunder. "I forgot myself there," he said, looking down at his feet. "But in my defense, she seemed quite trustworthy."

Lip curling in disgust, Arvek said, "That's what we thought about Lia."

Cor said nothing in response, only continued to look at the ground. Arvek bit his lip, still angry, but wondering if perhaps he had gone too far and if the situation should have been handled better.

Well, he couldn't fix it now. "Better get some sleep. Kendra will undoubtedly run us ragged tomorrow."

#between the veil and crown #arvek #rough draft

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stoicbreviary · 2 years

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The Life of Cato the Younger 1

Over the years, a good number of Stoics have come to consider Cato the Younger (95-46 BC) as a sort of martyr or patron saint for the philosophy. I am always wary of any hero worship, which too readily praises the strengths while conveniently overlooking the weaknesses, but however you cut it, the life of Cato provides a wonderful opportunity to reflect on what it means to strive for virtue as the highest human good.

The man could certainly be stubborn, and he sometimes let his passions get the better of him. I take note of this because I also struggle with those flaws, even as my own life is not nearly so grand in scale. I find that I learn best from those who have already faced the same sort of trials.

I have now read through Plutarch's Life of Cato the Younger numerous times, and each occasion leads me down a different path, often leaving me with more questions than answers. I take a keen interest in Plutarch's writings, as all the entries in the Lives of the Noble Greeks and Romans are focused on examining the development of character, and yet I don't have to worry about him trying to whitewash the Stoics, since he was often quite critical of their views. Like any good thinker, he praises what is good while also finding a lesson in what is bad.

I am not fluent enough in the subtleties of Roman history to share my own notes on Cato's conflict with Julius Caesar and his eventual role in the civil war, so I tend to encourage people to read Plutarch's account free from any of my annoying commentary. All of Plutarch's Lives have left me a bit wiser than I was before, though the story of Cato is the one I return to most often and eagerly.

The translation used here is by Bernadotte Perrin, from the Loeb Classical Library (1919), which is in the public domain.

—4/2001

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Cato's family got its first luster and fame from his great-grandfather Cato (a man whose virtue gained him the greatest reputation and influence among the Romans, as has been written in his Life), but the death of both parents left him an orphan, together with his brother Caepio and his sister Porcia. Cato had also a half-sister, Servilia, the daughter of his mother. All these children were brought up in the home of Livius Drusus, their uncle on the mother's side, who at that time was a leader in the conduct of public affairs; for he was a most powerful speaker, in general a man of the greatest discretion, and yielded to no Roman in dignity of purpose.

We are told that from his very childhood Cato displayed, in speech, countenance, and in his childish sports, a nature that was inflexible, imperturbable, and altogether steadfast. He set out to accomplish his purposes with a vigor beyond his years, and while he was harsh and repellent to those who would flatter him, he was still more masterful towards those who tried to frighten him. It was altogether difficult to make him laugh, although once in a while he relaxed his features so far as to smile; and he was not quickly nor easily moved to anger, though once angered he was inexorable. When, accordingly, he came to study, he was sluggish of comprehension and slow, but what he comprehended he held fast in his memory. And this is generally the way of nature: those who are well endowed are more apt to recall things to mind, but those retain things in their memory who acquire them with toil and trouble; for everything they learn becomes branded, as it were, upon their minds.

It would appear, too, that Cato's reluctance to be persuaded made his learning anything more laborious. For, to learn is simply to allow something to be done to you, and to be quickly persuaded is natural for those who are less able to offer resistance. Therefore young men are more easily persuaded than old men, and sick folk, than those who are well, and, in a word, where the power to raise objections is weakest, the act of submission is easiest.

However, we are told that Cato was obedient to his tutor, and did everything that was enjoined upon him, although in each case he demanded the reason and wanted to know the why and wherefore. And, indeed, his tutor was a man of culture, and more ready to reason with a pupil than to thrash him. His name was Sarpedon.

#stoicism #plutarch #cato the younger #philosophy

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illgiveyouahint · 2 years

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you should be proud of yourself for taking on the speaking thing! in terms of what to say...i'm not a politician and i don't have a lot of experience with it BUT caveats aside, I think maybe when your'e drafting your speech it can help to think of all the stuff you wish people knew? or that people thought about? you know? like, if you're anything like me, you read the news and you get this visceral reaction of like AAAAAAH and you wanna take your country by the shoulders and give it a shake. but if you sort of like, distill that into words, and then into the frustration & urgency also add maybe a bit of like...I don't know if you have siblings but when I try to talk to my younger sister about important stuff it's like...I want to encourage her but I also want to be honest and to the point about The Problems. does this make sense? like. mmm there's so many times that you're *not* going to have a chance to make people listen to you, so maybe think about those times & the most important of what you wish you could say. & start there? -- note if that was just a vent post and you truly didn't want any advice/help then my bad, it's hard to tell tone sometimes on tumblr

Hi darling,

Thank you so much for your advice. The thing is this is a demonstration/memorial because of a specific brutal murder of two lgbt+ people that happened like a week ago. We're demanding our government to pass three specific laws to better protect lgbt+ people in my country. So it's not gonna be so much about what people don't know because we're all gathering with that specific purpose. And I'm pretty sure the other people will be talking at greater more educated lengths about why we're demanding it and how it would change our lives. But I'll try to give that sister thing a go. So far most of what I've prepared is just focused on how tired I am of having to constantly be fighting these battles, constantly be trying to persuade people that lgbt+ people are people, how tired I'm of seeing my friends searching in panic for their friends only to find them brutally murdered by some neonazi shit. I'm tired of seeing violence being done on us every single day and then having cishets tell us how we're just loud and how we should be lucky to live in this country. I'm tired of asking for rights that the rest of the people have automatically. I'm tired of asking for equality and having to hear the reply that we're asking for too much. I'm just so goddamn tired and angry of it all. Two young people are dead. They're dead and nothing will bring their life back. They're dead and it could have just as easily been any of us. Because the only reason they were killed is because they were queer. And then you have the prime minister have the audacity to say it was because of 'their lifestyle'. I'm tired and angry of it all.

So yeah my speech is kinda gonna be something like that I guess lol Idk mostly I'm just nervous I guess.

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cassidyxcooke · 2 months

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flashback; missed connections (part 1)

when: 1 year and several months ago

where: oasis

who: cassidy cooke & aubrey carson

trigger warning: usfw shenanigans.

notes: cass crashes aubrey's shift at oasis, gets drunk and a little more than handsy before their interrupted

cassidy cooke

If there was a world in which Cassidy Cooke had rhythm, this certainly wasn't it. Or at least, they didn't have it tonight. Which. OK fine. Dancing wasn't an absolute necessity at Oasis. It was encouraged and the amount of gorgeous people on the floor made it even more so. But Cass posted up by the bar, leaning against it as they worked on their third-- fourth....god, what was it? They glanced at the drink in their hand, head tilting. They hadn't touched this one yet, but it was-- Something with tequila? If anyone knew, it'd be Aubrey. Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey....where was-- Bingo. She spotted her not far off, their smile immediately growing as they left their post to close the gap between them. "There you are, gorgeous, I've been looking for you" she said, drawing in close to be heard over the music, "I need-- wait, is your shift over? Oh hell yeah! This is for you..." Cass offered her the mystery drink, but paused, eyes suddenly widening "Wait, you can stay a bit, right? No muchkins to watch in the AM or anything?"

aubrey carson "Fuck, thank you, I need this." Eagerly taking the drink she was offered, no idea what was in the glass and really not caring at all. The shift had been long and she'd been more than a little distracted by the sight of Cass across the room, probably more than she'd care to admit. Downing the drink in one, it was not a shot but who cares, she placed it on the bar before wrapping her arms around her friend. Admittedly sliding inside the open top they were wearing. Platonically. She'd had a couple of shots near the end of her shift so... "Nooo kiddies in the morning, i'm back here at five thirty, so until then i'm all yours and we're going to have a fucking good time. Not dancing tonight?" Aubrey smirked, knowing full well that wasn't really Cass' thing but wanting to tease anyway, swinging her hips a little bit as encouragement. "Or are you just holding up the bar? Speaking of I need another drink, I gotta get on your level."

cassidy cooke Cass bit the inside of their lip, attempting and failing, to keep their grin from spreading even wider. There was no hesitation in the way Aubrey operated. Cass absolutely loved that about her. She fucking oozed confidence and between that and how ridiculously good she looked tonight, it was dangerous. Really fucking dangerous. The sensible side of them, the one that knew that their friendship was something special, that Aubrey was something special, would have told them that they were plastered and tonight was not the night to be skirting temptation. But that was the thing about being plastered, wasn't it? That sensible side was no where to be found as Cass' arms returned the hug, fingers grazing the soft skin of her torso as she pulled back. They slipped down, catching the loops of her jeans, a chuckle passing their lips at the sway, "No, definitely not. But I mean-- with hypno hips like yours joining the floor, I might be persuaded," they tugged on the loops lightly, eyes holding theirs if only for a moment before they were releasing them, glancing to the bartender now on duty, "Oh yeah, you'd love it up here. I've got the best buzz," they ordered two to their tab, elbow leaning on the bartop as they waited, "So back to this fucking good time. Give me your vision for it...dream scenario here,"

aubrey carson "Hypno hips? I like that." God why had they responded so easily, how come whenever the two of them were together things felt so easy, even if the blonde was meant to be resisting this. Resisting Cass. Not acting on all those intrusive thoughts she had pretty much constantly, ones only exacerbated by the presence of alcohol like whatever she'd made quick work of seconds ago. Watching the other order more drinks she smirked, not bothering to take her hands out of where they rested underneath the shirt on bare skin, humming quietly as she considered. "Well, you're here so i'd argue it's already pretty fucking dreamy." Wicked grin spreading across her lips as her eyes flicked across Cass' face before her gaze dropped down to her chest instead, it happened of it's own accord. The blonde hadn't done it on purpose. "I know it involves more drinks for sure, maybe some dancing if you're feeling up to it, some totally filthy take out when we're nice and drunk, not to mention you in my bed by the time the sun is coming up." Well that sounded suggestive, far more than Aubrey had expected it to be because ... well when they had sleepovers they shared a bed...it's not like it was unusual. "Unless you're going to abandon me drunk and alson at three am - which would be savage." She joked.

cassidy cooke Had that question been asked aloud, the answer would have come just as easily. The two of them were in sync, plain and simple, in a way that made Cass’ heart thrum like the wings of a hummingbird. She wasn’t stupid. She knew their attraction to Aubrey the moment they laid eyes on her but even though they’d only known each other a few months, something— someone this in tune with you didn’t come along often. They didn’t wanna fuck up what could be a friendship of the ages. And yet— the warmth of Aubrey’s touch didn’t go unnoticed. Neither did the compliments, one verbal and one glance that had their cheeks heating. They’d blame it on the alcohol, of course, but that wouldn’t explain the way they shifted, allotting for a slightly better view as their hand slipped up and into blonde tresses. ”me? Abandon you?” she hummed, absolutely playing the description over in her mind and maybe picturing things as suggestively as they sounded— again, thank you alcohol ”not in a million fucking years. You’re stuck with me, Carson. Twin flames for lifetimes to come” She laughed just as the bartender returned with their drinks. Cass handed one to Aubrey and took a swig of her own, ”how easy do these open?” she asked fingers brushing along the fasteners of Aubrey’s top, their eyes dropping to run over the skin— fabric there, ”i need to know how sturdy they are, you know, in case my signature clumsiness makes an appearance on the dance floor…”

aubrey carson Aubrey had low key wished she'd hit on Cass hard the first day the two of them met because then it would have negated this internal fear that anything that happened between them would ruin an amazing friendship. Sure it could be amazing, but what if the whole thing imploded? Now it kind of felt too late. Even if she was having this thought process while her hands were firmly underneath the other's shirt. "Mmm...abandon me..." She murmured as her eyes stayed on Cass' chest for a couple more seconds before clearing her throat and looking up again. Shit, that had gone on a little longer than the blonde had anticipated. Her fingers brushed the skin of their lower back as they stood there - teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she smiled at her. "Good, I don't know what i'd fucking do without you anymore, you're managed to come into my life and turn it upside down like hell...but in the best possible way." Making sure to add that at the end, heart race speeding up at the question regarding her shirt, glancing down at the fasteners. Reaching over she downed her drink in one all over again with no regard for what it was and how it was very much not created for swigging but the blonde was treading everything like it was a shot tonight apparently. Maybe it was to quieten the thoughts in her head about what would happen if she leant forward to press her lips to Cass' neck, but it wasn't working, the voices were just getting louder. "Probably pretty easily I would think...i'm wondering if we should work that out before any dancing is attempted. You know I don't want to be exposed on the dance floor by mistake or anything - so maybe an experiment should be conducted?"

cassidy cooke She really had no clue, huh? The effect that she had on them? Half the time she didn't wanna be out of touching range, let alone anything else. Leaving her on a night like tonight just wasn't an option. She'd be lucky if she could pry them away in the morning. Still, it seemed Aubrey was just as distracted, lulled down the river of mild intoxication as her eyes lingered and yeah, flushed or not, Cass was a little smug about it. They may or may not have chosen this fit knowing Aubrey was working tonight and the surface reason being to get her opinion. The deep reason being to get her opinion and it seemed so far so good. She shivered though, the reaction completely involuntary as the pads of fingers hit their lower back, lips laying it on thick with that dumb little smile, "I like to think I turned it right side up for you. I think we've established already that meeting me was destiny," she teased, eyes dragging over that lower lip, unable to keep from wondering how it'd feel to sink their teeth into it. She tutted, a sound that rolled into a chuckle as Aubrey downed her drink like a fucking champ. She was tempted to do the same but she'd already had more than her usual. Last thing she wanted was to be black out. She took another sip though, idly tugging on the large safety pin as their brow cocked, "Mistake? So, on purpose is fine?" Cass laughed again, tugging harder now bringing Aubrey flush against them. Their back was pressing into the bar as they peered down and back up, mischief written all over their face, "Mmk so that's holding...though I'd hate to really try. Here anyway. Maybe there's a more intimate spot? One where we can protect your modesty?"

aubrey carson Aubrey knew her eyes were roaming, that she was being as subtle as a sledgehammer when it came to her facial expression looking at Cass but she simply couldn't help it. All she wanted to do was pull them closer so she could press her lips against theirs - totally forgetting about the bar around them or how much alcohol might be in her system but instead letting the intoxication of the moment carry her. So as the conversation became more flirtatious and much more suggestive she felt a fluttering inside her chest. "Turned it on exactly the right side." Understatement of the centry - it was like she was able to see in colour more now Cass was around, technicolour more like. "Destiny, fate, whatever you want to call it baby all i know is that I wouldn't change it for the world." Reaching over she took hold of the drink that was slowly being consumed and instead took matters into her own hands, downing it - her third in a row, before the glass was slammed down deliberately on the bar behind Cass' back.that was certainly some dutch courage if nothing else. Her eyes locked with the others as their bodies were pressed against each other, daring to let her hands sneak just a little lower from where they had been sitting on the skin of their back. Brushing the edge of their trousers with careful fingers she let dance across the smooth surface, nodding slowly. "Protecting my modesty would be ideal, but I maintain it's absolutely something that needs to be tested, and you're clearly the only one I would trust to do that." Her hands slipped back around to the front of Cass' hips but her eye contact didn't break for a second, instead she just grabbed each side of the open shirt they were wearing. "Luckily you're with someone who knows the place, so I have the perfect spot in mind." Starting to walk backwards towards the door labeled staff only to the right of the bar.

cassidy cookeBaby-- fuck. Aubrey was one of those people that used the moniker loosely. It was a simple term of endearment sometimes. Others dripped with sarcasm. It was multipurpose and it was likely she used it at least once with anyone that crossed her path. And yet, it had Cass' breath catching, a flicker of something in their expression that upon closer inspection would practically scream she wanted to hear it again and this time? Oh, this time she wanted to know it was something meant just for them. She wet her lips, head canting as they willed that urge to simmer. It might've been harder had Aubrey not grabbed their drink and knocked it back, "Well damn, I dunno whether to be pissed or impressed or--," the words were low as they leaned in, letting it hang. They both knew how it ended and it had to be obvious at this point, she'd hit that point way before their drink was stolen. Aubrey's touch was doing a pretty good job of that, each one growing bolder as their own dropped, to graze the tops of hers. They trailed up her forearms, eyes practically lost in her ocean blue hues. They were brilliant really. Expressive in ways that flooded their system with whatever it was she was feeling in the moment. She'd noticed that the day they met and really, it was hard to maintain eye contact like this. Because even without her leading them the way she was and without the flirtation in general, Cass could read it all over her expression. She was into this, whatever it was. So that danger, that fear of destroying what friendship they had was quickly evaporating. It didn't have to be that serious. They could flirt. Touch. Whatever and they'd just be two friends, teasing each other. Having a fucking good time. Yeah, it didn't have to be anymore than that, which was fabulous considering Cass couldn't make eye contact now without wondering what Aubrey's would look like rolled back and laced with pleasure. Hands caught hers, twisting to grab them and take the lead, tugging her beyond the door despite definitely not working there. It took seconds really, she doubted they'd be noticed and as she almost immediately pressed Aubrey against the door, it decreased their chances of being 'bothered' about it. "This is much better," Heat pulsing through their veins, Cass hummed, hips pressing into Aubrey's as they leaned back, just enough for their fingers to tease the bottom pin. She popped it almost too easily and she smirked, rolling their lip between their teeth to temper it, "Hm. I mean, I should I probably try another...you know, in case that one was just faulty?"

aubrey carson Aubrey smirked, watching the change in her eyes for a split second, after all if you have your gaze locked with someone that closely you’re bound to clock it - not to mention the blonde had an invested interest in what Cass’ reactions were right now because of how much she cared. One side of her mouth tugged up moments before she downed the drink that didn’t belong to her, shaking her head. “Impressed, you should absolutely be impressed. Or turned on, depends what you’re into.” Leaning back towards the other just enough for it to be noticeable having to use every ounce of willpower to not close the gap between them just a little more. To pass her lips up against Cass’ so she could taste the alcohol on her lips, sliding her tongue between them as she pressed their bodies against each other so tightly there wasn’t an inch of space. Instead she just let her tongue swipe over her own bottom lip as her heart hammered in her chest so hard she was sure the other would be able to feel it, or at the very least see it against her shirt. This had been building since they met, at least it had for Aubrey, she couldn’t be sure if it was the same for Cass but more often than she’d like to admit her attention was pulled by the statuesque figure who she pictured running her hands across, her lips, exploring every inch of, but often only when she was in bed alone at the end of the night. Refusing to allow herself to dream it could become a reality but as she was pulled through the staff door it was becoming hard to resist any longer. Giving into her base desires as her breath gasped from her lips with the force she was pushed up against the door, letting out a tiny whimper enjoying the control Cass had taken. “Much better.” She agreed, lifting one foot up so it was placed against the door behind her, causing her knee to move between the other’s leg. With her free hand she gently touched under her chin so she could lift it, pull it forward, her own lips moving to only a hairs distance from Cass’ ear. “They like me to wear this because it means guys often give me better tips. Show some cleavage, make more money. Do you think it works?” She coaxed, laughing naughtily under her breath. “I’ve never really liked this shirt so if it was to rip…it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

cassidy cooke The tension between them was palpable. In a way it always had been but tonight was likely the first night Cass even dared to consider the possibility. Even that first night when she'd found themself staring up at her from the very same floor they stood on, Aubrey had seemed way outta her league. Cass would insist she still was but whatever was in those drinks had done a pretty good job evening the playing field. The idea was plausible, but more than that, Cass wanted it-- wanted her so fucking bad right now, she doubted there was anything short of Aubrey straight up rejecting them that could keep them from it now. And the way she was looking at them? Touching and giggling and whimpering. That was what got them most, so soft that they might've missed it if they weren't so zeroed in, their hands gliding up their front, fingers teasing what skin they could before catching the next clasp. She was about to say something, maybe moderately witty when Aubrey drew them closer, the warmth of her breath against their ear making them tremble almost visably. OK. It was definitely visible, though the curse that fell from their lips was soft, under their breath, "Mmm, I can tell you from experience it absolutely works," she murmured, unable to resist turning their head to brush their lips just below Aubrey's ear, "You think I tip so well cause we're friends?" It was a joke, Cass would've tipped well no matter what. But also-- their fingers were tangling in the fabric of her shirt, lips traveling lower along her jaw, "I know everyone's always goin' on about my art but I am pretty handy, you know? I could shred this no problem-- if you do need an excuse to get rid of it..." As if to prove their point, they pulled the material taut, feeling it rip away from the pin as they nipped Aubrey's earlobe.

aubrey carson Aubrey had gotten to the point where she just couldn't stop herself anymore, the urges were too strong and with Cass responding to them in kind there was really nothing stopping her from leaning into it properly. Plus her head was suitably fuzzy now thanks to whatever she's downed in quick succession so her decision making skills were impaired. Not that she'd have changed her mind if they weren't, with Cass pressed up against her like this all rational thinking went out the window anyway. Her body was taking over, noises escaping her she didn't even know were coming, each touch from the other's fingers sending shivers down her spine. "That's good to know...but I think it would work even better if it wasn't there at all." Maybe not behind the actual bar on a daily basis but when they were shut in the employee room like this? Yes. Without a doubt. "Well...I did wonder..." Their lips were like fire on her jawline as hands went to push up under Cass's shirt once more, up her back so she could play with the back of the crop top that lay underneath. "Trust me i'm well aware of your hands..." It's not like she'd been looking at them just as much as her chest because Aubrey had kinda a thing for hands. And arms. It was weird but she found them impossibly sexy and the fact Cass did art so was talented with hers? Another level. The nip against her earlobe pushed the blonde over the edge as she twisted her head to have them level once more, catching Cass' lips in her own in a fiery kiss that muffled the moan that came at the same time.

cassidy cooke "Oh yeah?" Aubrey behind the bar, topless, would definitely bring tips in by the droves, in their opinion, but there was almost a flash of-- there was no point putting it into words. They knew what it was as their hands continued their journey north, thumbs barely grazing the swell of her chest. They had no business thinking it of course, let alone feeling it, so they didn't dare express it. Yeah no, they were beyond buzzy, but they weren't that drunk. Aside from the way their touch grew firmer, nails dragging down their side, anyway, their voice lower and raspy almost, "Dangerous. Really fuckin' dangerous, cause if that was the case? I don't think we'd ever leave this backroom. Not without dying a little. Maybe even a few times," she teased, though-- was it really? Cause how many times had she thought about this? Aubrey pinned against a wall? Or staring up at them from one of the beds they so often shared? Or even better, above them, with those gorgeous blonde locks cascading over her shoulders right before they leaned up to pay tribute to that glorious 'cleavage' of hers. Too many to count. She wanted to trace every inch of her skin with their lips and if that shirt were to 'not be there at all'? There's absolutely no way they could resist starting there.

They held in something of a sigh feeling the warmth of her hands once more, though, not breaking the line, not until Aubrey was twisting, catching their lips with a heat that made them groan against her. She returned it, there was no fucking way she wasn't, matching the intensity and then some as their head tilted and a chuckle escaped. "It's about damn time," Cass pulled back just enough to speak and lips still so close, they were practically touching, curling at the corners "I've been wondering-- You taste how pop rocks feel," Cassidy's tongue swiped against her bottom lip. Curtesy. That's all it was. Because she didn't hesitate to steal a kiss of their own, tongue pushing past Aubrey's lips, seeking to deepen it.

aubrey carson Finally - fucking finally, she didn't have to wonder anymore how it felt to be under Cass' touch because she was actually living it. The way their hands moved up her body almost too much to bare as she arched her back a little to coax on the removal of her top silently as she kept her eyes locked on the other like looking away might cause it to become a figment of her imagination. After all so many times it had run through her mind not unlike this - when she would close her eyes back here in the break room for a second under the guise of getting more bottles, leaving Cass out in the bar when she longed to drag her with her instead, and now here they were doing exactly that. Living the fantasy, it was hard to comprehend. "You're telling me, I've been wanting to do this for months." A confession that gave away some of the truth she hadn't told Cass before - about how she'd been pining after her, for want of a better word, even though this was likely just a one time drunk thing. Right? The other didn't feel any kind of romance towards Aubrey so it would be ludicrous to think otherwise. "Like pop rocks, I like that. You taste like the first sip of lemon Fanta, it's making my toes fizzy." She grinned, teeth biting into Cass' bottom lip for just a second as she pulled on it before returning to the deep kiss, opening her mouth to let their tongues move together in heated need. She had no idea how long they had been back there, or if anyone had noticed them slipping away, but it hardly mattered, Her hands that were under Cass' shirt moving slowly around to the front of her chest giving her time to stop Aubrey if she wanted to - if they didn't want to be touched like that, but god was the woman desperate to explore every inch of their skin like some kind of treasure map. "Tell me to stop if you need me to." She muttered against Cass' lips as best she could through the kiss.

cassidy cooke It wasn't fair, not even a little, how fucking sexy Aubrey was. Just that arch of her back, the press of her figure further into Cass' hands was enough to give them heart palpitations and throw all fucks to the wind. Not that there were many to be given, they were here after all. But there were some lines that once they crossed...it'd be hard to come back from. Not impossible. Friendship was all Cass had in life for a long fucking time. She valued it more than anything and a drunken something, between friends? Yeah, she could make that work. Especially now, in the thick of the moment, with Aubrey being so clearly into it. Silently Cass thanked their choice to drink more than their usual allotted amount, knowing that if she hadn't, she'd be yes, just as into it and yet-- very much over thinking how serious this was for Aubrey. She'd downed those drinks insanely fast and no, there was nothing wrong with this just being fun, sober Cass....eh. She may have had a much harder time convincing herself its all it was. For them anyway. All that to say, nimble fingers made work of the remaining clasps, their eyes fixated on those hazy blues as the last one popped and their brow raised, "Months?" The word was repeated, something in their insides fluttering as they ran their hands up and along her shoulders to slip the material off. Eyes flickered down, not only to see the beauty that was Aubrey Carson's tits, but to ease the heat that was flushing their neck at the idea that--nope. Nuh uh. The fact that she'd been thinking about it too didn't change what things were. Fun. Just. Two friends caught in a moment. A very hot, sexy, I kinda feel like devouring you moment. That's what Cass leaned into, dropping any other fuzzy train of thought in favor of that very clear need. She groaned again at the bite, hands finally making contact with her breasts, groping and massaging them as they kissed. "Don't stop. Like. Ever," Cass replied with a chuckle, one swallowed up through their kiss. "But if you need me too..." Because of course, as much as they'd absolutely hate it, she would. Until then though, they had no problem pressing impossibly closer, kissing her just as deep, hips unconsciously rolling forward against hers.

aubrey carson Cass might be thinking about how sexy Aubrey was but she was stood there thinking exactly the same thing about the other, her top might be totally gone but she hadn’t taken her eyes off Cass for even a second, breathing heavily through her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. Everything that had come before this point was entirely forgotten, as were all the people on the other side of the door, her pure focus was on the person in front of her who she was now desperate to make feel amazing. She wanted to set fireworks off in their chest until their toes curl in their shoes with pleasure. Yes they were friends, such good friends, but Aubrey had no self control anymore because Cass felt like the perfect fit under the blonde’s fingers as her hands slipped around to the front of their hips again, pulling her forward by the waist band of her trousers. “Fucking months. Since the first time you walked into the bar.” Loose lips sink ships and Aubrey’s were certainly betraying her at the moment as she told her truth plain and clear without even pretending she hadn’t been thinking about pressing her lips against Cass’ for a long time now. Ducking her head for a second to press heated kisses to Cass’ neck just below their ear she grinned, scraping her teeth along the skin there gently before repeating again. “Months. Worth the wait.”

She knew when she woke up the next morning sober, or at least more sober, Aubrey would be overthinking every single thing that had happened right now but until then she was letting her desire pilot the ship. They were allowed to have fun, right? Girlfriends made out all the time in bars it was hardly groundbreaking, even if this felt like something far bigger than a drunken fumble if she’d given time to stop and think about it properly. “No…don’t.” She quickly replied at the sensation of Cass’ hands against her breasts, nipples instantly reacting as they hardened, fingers toying with the button of the other’s trousers even while her eyes flickered closed with pleasure. Shrouded in darkness when their lips connected once more and she kissed her back hungrily, her own hips pressing forwards flush against the other’s. “Ever.”

cassidy cooke Between what she was saying and the hands at their jeans, Cass felt an almost ridiculous amount of desire. It ripple through them, straight to their core and if Aubrey were to slip any lower past that waistband, it'd be unmistakable how Cass felt about it all. Because yes, she had absolutely been obsessed with the blonde since day one and let's be real, they were always a bit more flirtatious than 'normal' friends might be. But get two insanely goofy and flirtatious people together and that was normal. She never thought-- it never seemed serious. God. Could they really have been doing this for months? Granted alcohol would've been necessary, but it wasn't like they hadn't drank together before. So-- yeah. Technically they could have and they might've detoured their train of thought, thinking of what it would have been like, where they'd be, how often...how they could get back here, when Aubrey was dipping her head. She found a spot against their neck that completely erased all thoughts, leaving Cass with a whimper that didn't even sound like it came from them. "Fuck, Aubrey," were the words that followed, their thumbs rolling the newly hardened skin beneath them as they pressed into her, "You can't say shit like that and not expect me to..." she trailed, noting where Aubrey's fingers were now and praying to the universe that she'd just-- pop it already. Because yeah, the idea of Aubrey wanting this, waiting for it, just as long as she had? It was destiny. Destined in the stars for them, two very good and very deserving of fun friends to have fun. But as much as Cass wanted to be touched and enjoyed the dizzying feeling of pop rocks and warmth of Aubrey's lips, they broke the kiss. They kissed down her jaw, to her neck, open mouth kisses and bites to her clavicle. Low, low and lower, needing more than their hands on her breast. She was close to, pushing them up as their chest heaved, hot needy breath escaping just as their tongue--

"The fuck--" Cass felt it before she heard it. A heavy push against the door they were pressed against. Someone trying to come through no doubt and the voice familiar in a way it had Cass' cheeks flushed. They pulled back, not far of course, before biting their lip to stifle a chuckle, "Shit, kinda forgot other people exist," Their heart was beating insanely fast, though the other side of the door jostled again, sobering them up a bit as their eyes flickered to Aubrey's. "We should probably let them in, huh? Before they get Bora..." Lame. It was absolutely lame. And yet, Cass was shrugging of their button up, offering it to Aubrey in place of their kinda torn shirt, "I love you but I just got him to even consider song requests. it'd be a fucking travesty to lose ground," Or in truth, get Aubrey into any sort of actual trouble at work.

aubrey carson Aubrey had entirely forgotten anyone else was nearby let alone they were stopping them from coming in. As Cass’ mouth moved down her jaw, neck, clavicle, moving towards her chest making the blonde let out desperate whimpers of desire, her fingers unbuttoning the jeans they’d been playing with before the door behind her was slammed against. The first time she ignored it, but the second was hard enough that her body was jerked forward slightly. “Fuck…” She groaned, letting her head fall back against the door in question weighing up the damage it would do if she screamed at the person on the other side to fuck off and didn’t move her entire weight from where it was holding it closed. She’d been dreaming about this moment with the other for so long the interruption was not a welcome one whatsoever, her desperation to feel Cass’ mouth against her nipples all she could really think of for a moment even as said mouth moved away from her exposed skin. Her breath was still coming out in fractured gasps as she looked back at her friend - because that’s what they were, good friends right?

“Yeah…me too…” Laughing a breathy laugh as she came back into the present, as in that they were in a very busy club that was also Aubrey’s place of work…buzzkills. “I mean…do we have to let them in? We could just…not and carry on…” Except she knew that wasn’t actually possible because she needed to pay rent at the end of the day. If someone went off to find Bora her ass would be so fired in a second. Especially if she was still totally topless at the time. “No you’re right…you’re right….I can’t let you lose ground on the whole song request thing, nothing is worth that. Not even how fucking sexy you are.” The blonde cooed as she stole another lingering kiss before accepting the button up she was being offered, quickly shrugging it on as she wiped some of her lipgloss off Cass’ jawline with her thumb. “You’re coming back to mine - right…?” Suddenly worried that this whole thing would come to a screeching halt because of the interruption, or worse, their friendship would be effected and normal activity like the two going back for a sleepover without question might be put in jeopardy. “Oh shit…I undid your pants.” She muttered as someone banged on the door a third time. “Hold on, just coming, there is a box against the door we’re just moving it.” Giving Cass a look as if to say ‘I don’t know what that shit excuse was either’.

cassidy cooke Cassidy's jaw flexed, frustration simmering as they felt that little pop, the ease in tension around their waist just as the door shuddered. It seemed Aubrey felt it too, she could read it all over her face despite the laugh as they allowed some space between them. Cass sighed heavily, fingers moving to ruffle their hair, nose crinkling, "I hate being right. Fucking truly I do," And they might've been concerned about the song request, but they both knew this job was important. She had nannying but Oasis was-- I dunno. It held some weird sorta sentimental value considering they'd met just outside that door. That and just, money being needed in general. Still. The way Aubrey practically cooed, her lips stealing another kiss, had them itching to say fuck it. Cause there was a very real worry that the moment they stepped out of this dark little room, whatever spell settled on them would break. They'd just go back to be standard semi drunk cuddle buddies. Or worse. it was just be really awkward. Too awkward. Like what if they'd just-- broken their whole friendship thing into itty bitty lust shattered pieces. That combo'ed with not even getting to take proper care of Aubrey? Jesus. The prospect had their gut churning. So much so they barely registered what the blonde said, mind lagging before they glanced down, "Oh-- yeah, thanks," she fastened the button back before their hands moved buttoning enough buttons on the shirt she'd given Aubrey to conceal 'the girls'. Was it perfect? Absolutely not, but considering they'd be emerging in nothing but a flimsy crop top, it would already be obvious what they'd been doing. Least leaving before Bora arrived, there was no way to 'prove' anything. Cass raised an eyebrow as they smoothed out the shirt, stifling a little laugh before mouthing 'genius'.

Truth of it was, as she snagged Aubrey hand and tugged her from the door, Cass was still so keyed up just the feel of her hand and them feeling some sortta way. She brought it to their lips, kissing the knuckles before giving them a little. The last hesitation before they were opening the door to see-- some big dude she didn't even recognize. Which was honestly the best outcome cause no way he'd be able to tell Bora who she was, let alone jeopardize how often he let them hang around and bother Aubrey. "Sorry about that big guy, as you were..." they said, giving a little bow and gesture toward the room as she pulled Aubrey out of it, fingers still laced. She didn't bother to see his expression, she just kept walking till they were outside, cool air sobering them up almost as much as the door had. "Fuck that was-- you were," they chuckled, shaking their head as they ran a hand through their hair again and sighed, "You still up for some take out?"

aubrey carson Why couldn't they just be left alone for a while? Sure this was a bar, a place of business, but still it seemed pretty fucking rude for someone to barge in on their little...encounter. She needed this job though - that was the stupid thing about capitalism, you had to feed into it if you wanted to eat, which Aubrey was pretty fond of. Especially if it was a type of potato based product she was consuming. "Ah well, at least you don't have to worry since it doesn't happen very often." The blonde teased with a smirk, not meaning it for a second as anyone would be able to tell because of the spark in her eye as she looked at Cass. The woman just hoped that this wasn't going to be a sobering end to whatever was going on here because she certainly wasn't finished. Even just the way Cass was stood there in front of her helping button up the shirt, hair slightly messy from how Aubrey's hands had run through it, flushed, out of breath, it was such a turn on. Her lips already missed the feeling of the other's soft ones pressed against them. Her hands on her flesh each caress sending tingles through her entire body making goosebumps ripple across her body deliciously. She knew it would be painfully obvious what they'd been up to as soon as they emerged into the main room of the club but who the fuck really cared - certainly not her. In fact she hadn't even thought ahead to how she was going to leave when she was encouraging her top to be ripped off, thank fuck for Cass layering. This is why in Aubrey's eyes she was nothing short of perfection, even in her imperfections.

Reluctantly Aubrey moved from where her back had been pressed against the door, letting herself be pulled out of their bubble of privacy back into the pulsating club which just amplified the same sensation inside the woman's chest. Her eyes didn't move from the back of Cass' head as the apologies were spoken to the large man who'd barged in, a cackle coming from her swollen lips, glancing over her shoulder for just a second to see him looking after them bemused before bodies swallowed the pair up on their way to the front door. Spat out into the cool night air she could take a deep breath, filling her lungs, unable to stop herself catching the other from behind, wrapping her arms around their tiny waist, hands wandering, not content to let what had just happened slip away into nothing when it had been the start of everything she'd been dreaming about for months. "Me? You were..." She grinned, pressing a soft kiss to Cass' shoulder before murmured. "Hell yeah, a girl's gotta eat. Yours or mine?"

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On the hunt for some fellow space explorers and extraterrestrial beings!

Greetings ladies, gents and fellow space explorers!

As yet another busy year draws to a close and a new one is just around the corner I thought I’d open my doors (well, DM’s really) to any fellow sci-fi rper’s who may be lurking about in the hopes that we can all leap headfirst into the start of 2024 with some fresh stories to write, new ideas to share and entire universes born from our own imaginations to explore whilst hopefully making a few new friends along the way.

Before heading down to the ideas section of the ad, I humbly ask (and strongly insist) that anyone who may be interested in writing with me takes the time to thoroughly read the following lists of requirements to make sure that we are on the same page when it comes to what we want/expect in a rp partner and ensure that we will mesh with one another as a result rather than clash due to incompatibility based issues that may not be fixable.

REQUIREMENTS/WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR:

-A minimum of three to four properly fleshed out and detailed paragraphs per response written in third person past tense. A decent grasp on spelling, grammar and punctuation is also required as well.

-At least one to two responses per day/every other day. I am also open to planning a writing schedule provided you are capable of consistently responding at least three or more days per week.

-A willingness to commit to a long term rp/being a long term writing partner and being open to writing more than just one story.

-20+ writers and characters. No exceptions.

-Being open to at least occasionally engaging in non-rp related ooc chatter.

-Active engagement during any planning/plotting phases and a willingness to bring new ideas to table.

-Willing to rp against/pair your character with a alien character who may have/has fur, fangs, claws, a tail, scales, antennae, extra limbs, etc. basically anything that doesn’t look like a blue skinned human. I do not play human main characters so please take all of this into very careful consideration before messaging me for an rp.

-Being comfortable with writing potentially explicit scenes that contain dark themes/sensitive topics such as combat, violence, gore, injuries, trauma, illnesses, etc (any and all boundaries will be discussed prior to plotting or writing these sorts of scenes).

-Being comfortable with writing out smut based scenes rather than just fading to black or simply implying they happened.

-Slow burn romances that allow the characters to see the best and worst sides of each other as their feelings progress. Anything that adds extra tension, drama or causes changes to their relationship dynamics and offers us a potential subplot to explore is also heavily encouraged.

-50/50 story to smut ratio.

-Switch dynamics only. Characters who prefer to top more than bottom during spicy scenes are also welcomed but Characters who only bottom/are always submissive regardless of what position they are in or don’t reciprocate on their own accord without constant guidance during these types of scenes are not.

-MxM or FxM (with me playing the male character) pairings. I do have a strong preference for MxM pairings but I am not going to turn down anyone wishing to do a FxM one, but I will not play as the female character so please refrain from approaching me if you are intending to play as the male character.

-Discord is an absolute must as it is the only platform I will rp on due to being able to use servers in order to help keep things organised and easily accessible within their own little category or channel. I will not rp on any other platform and any attempts to try and persuade me to write elsewhere will be ignored.

WHAT I AM NOT LOOKING FOR:

-one liners, one worders, rushed out responses, rapid fire, text talk, frequent or major mistakes that go uncorrected.

-Constantly switching between tenses or the use of first/second person.

-godmodding.

-controlling my characters.

-overly shy or emotionally fragile characters who need to be taken care of constantly.

-Characters who are always positive/cheerful no matter what happens to them or to the point where it’s impossible to get any other kind of reaction out of them.

-short term rp’s.

-Android characters, heavily augmented cyborg characters (this is up for discussion), magical characters, characters with wings, telepathic characters, characters that do not fit into a sci-fi setting, insectoid alien main characters, avianoid alien main characters, amphibious or fish like alien main characters, amorphous (slime) main characters and anything that even remotely resembles a xenomorph.

-time travel/dimension hopping settings or abilities.

-Cyberpunk/steampunk/dieselpunk/whatever are punk type settings there are.

-Overly submissive characters or characters who constantly require someone else to take the lead all the time or make decisions for them regardless of what situation they are in.

-fast paced romances.

-stories that take place in a non sci-fi setting.

Now that we’ve got all those rules out of the way, let’s start talking about the fun stuff: Ideas.

Down below you’ll find all of the ideas that I’ve been absolutely dying to write for a fair while now. All of these ideas will take place within your typical run of the mill sci-fi setting and although there are some specific themes/plot points and dynamics within them that are non-negotiable or firmly set in stone, you are more than welcome to bring any ideas you may have been wanting to try out yourself to the table to see if there’s a way that they can be incorporated into the rp.

STOWAWAY:

(Looking for someone to play the captain)

A stowaway attempts to sneak onboard a ship in order to find a way off the planet/space station they are on and is discovered by the captain.

UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT:

(Looking for someone to play as a member of the crew)

A criminal takes over a ship that has accidentally stumbled into their territory and claims the crew as their own.

NO EASY WAY OUT:

(Looking for someone to play as either the leader of the criminals or a member of the crew)

A lone drifter is captured by a band of criminals and forced to join them in exchange for their life.

STRANDED:

A alliance soldier is purposely left behind by their teammates after becoming separated from them during a mission and is forced to find a way off the planet with the aid of their rescuer.

CHANGING WAYS:

(Looking for someone to play as a member of the alliance crew)

A notorious criminal is given one last chance of redemption by serving the alliance as part of the crew that captured them.

TAKING OVER:

A captain’s second in command is reluctantly chosen to lead the ship after a mission gone wrong and struggles to live up to the expectations that are placed upon them.

REUNITED:

(Looking for someone to play as the old crew mate)

A runaway alliance soldier working a gig as a freelance cargo pilot bumps into one of their old crewmates and agrees to work alongside them in order to solve a mystery involving the sudden disappearance of several ships.

New recruit:

A formerly high-ranking alliance officer is stripped of their title and forced to start over at the bottom of the social ladder on another ship.

SPACE PIRATES AND NOBLES:

(Looking for someone to play as the royal)

A pirate captain that is believed to be one of the most dangerous and wanted criminals in the known galaxies boards a ship full of royals/wealthy high class nobles that has strayed off course and takes one of them as a prisoner in exchange for sparing the rest of them.

ENSLAVED:

(Looking for someone to play as the master/mistress)

As punishment for their crimes, a criminal is sold off into slavery. A near successful escape attempt sees them literally running into their new owner after months of being turned down by other buyers.

THE WAR OF THE WORLDS:

A intergalactic war is declared by the aliens after one of their ships is shot down by humans despite claims that the incident was not the result of malicious intent or pre-planned. Centuries of peaceful co-existence between the two races are seemingly thrown down the drain as they battle each other for complete control over the known galaxies themselves despite the devastating costs that both sides must regularly pay for as a result of their efforts through either their lives or resources in the hopes of achieving some form of victory.

EXILE:

(Looking for someone to play as a crew member of the human ship)

An alien is found injured and alone onboard a badly damaged ship that has drifted into a human occupied airspace. The unexpected extraterrestrial guest is hostile towards their “alien” rescuers yet is seemingly reluctant to return to their own territory for reasons that they refuse to disclose. With tensions rising across the known galaxies due to rumours being spread about a war that is supposedly on the verge of being declared at any moment, the two species must set aside their biases and work together in order to find out the truth before it’s too late.

To those who have made it this far, thanks for reading! If you are interested in writing with me please shoot me a friend request on discord and send me a introductory message that includes your time zone, your availability, which idea you liked, what ideas you may have, what pairing you want to do and your favourite food so that I know you read the whole post.

Anything that is just “hey, I saw your ad. Wanna rp?” Will be immediately ignored. Introductions are also required even if you are simply inquiring about whether or not I am still looking for new partners and these types of messages will be ignored if they do not contain them.

Discord contact info: tiberionwars

Can’t wait to write with ya!

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