Hello! 22 year old F here :) searching for F roleplay partners that are interested in doing a romance, drama, modern based roleplay. We can come up with a plot/brainstorm together or We can share our plots with one other, totally up to you! Iโll message you if you like this post so that we can set something up.
(Btw, please read my rules that are down below before liking this post, thanks :) )
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Iโm mostly active on discord, but will be up for doing an rp on here if youโd prefer it
Always always up for making new friends so if youโd ever want to talk ooc thatโll be great
Please be 18+ or over, I am not comfortable rping with minors
Please do not spam me! if im not responding it doesnโt mean that im ignoring you. i have a life outside of roleplaying and sometimes canโt respond as quickly and i will let you know if Iโll be busy doing something or not, so thereโs no need to spam me.
I can play either male or female! love love playing as male though!
If you arenโt content with how the rp is going please communicate and ask questions if you need to and Iโll reciprocate. With that being said I DO NOT condone ghosting. Please DO NOT agree to rp if youโd rather ghost than decide to communicate how you feel!
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[c]โขChild abuse
[c]โขRxpe
[c]โขIncest
[c]โขAgeplay
[c]โขRacism
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[c]๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐/๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
[c]โขMy replies are always multi paragraph, very descriptive, and I put a lot of effort in them. You can write as much as youโre comfortable with, just make sure itโs more than 5 lines
[c]โขI prefer 3rd person replies.
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[c]โขModern
[c]โขDrama
[c]โขThriller
[c]โขRomance
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[c]โขGxGโ๏ธ
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I WANT TO TELL YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY...
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Like or reblog if you wanna interact with esther from the orphan movie franchise.
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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย YOUโRE THE HEART !
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Nightrest, from its beginning, has been intertwined with folklore and myth and truth. Tales of pirates and sirens became bedtime stories that served as warnings for local children. And it was all just stories in the end. All so in the past.
And yet.
Nobody expected a body to wash up on shore. One look and it was clear that it was no boating mishap, no accident, only foul play. A gruesome sight and a gruesome truth for the people of Nightrest: there was a killer amongst them. They could look all they wanted to towards the siren Echo, to the spirits that haunted the town, to all of it but where would the red string land? Whoโd be called to the station? Whoโd be questioned? Whoโd make it to tomorrow? Would any of them? Who was safe, if anyone?
And most importantly, who, not what, was responsible for this?
Stick around and you might find out, but beware. You could be next.
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The Blacked Out Skill n Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy
Many RPGs incorporate elements of mystery and intrigue, but Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy puts it right on the character sheet!
The Blacked Out skill is one of the 19 core stats that all investigators have in Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, but the difference is, itโs blacked out.
[Here it is as seen in the rulebook currently, and right below, the Technology skill so you know what a normal skill description looks like.]
Internally, this is referred to as โthe blacked out skillโ or โthe [redacted] skillโ as itโs been often coined by playtesters and fans.
During character creation when a player asks the GM โwhat does this skill doโ, the spiel is that itโs a real stat that you can put points into or take points out of, but you donโt know what it does. If your character is the type of person to invest a bunch of points into a mysterious unknown skill, then do so. If they are the type to take points out of a mysterious unknown skill, then do so. You wonโt know if you made the right choice until it comes up during play.
I know what it does, but you donโt. Youโll have to buy the rulebook to find out. You can get the prerelease version, along with a ton of other stuff, for just $5 on our patreon right now.
You can also visit our website to find the link to download the free demo version of the rulebook along with a free starter adventure module, and find the invite link to our TTRPG Book Club discord server where everyone nominates indie TTRPGs, votes on what to play, reads&plays them, and discusses!
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"๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐,
๐ณ๐๐'๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐?
๐๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฌ,
๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป'๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒโฆ"
a canon & oc multimuse roleplay blog ft. MIKE SCHMIDT from "FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S". takes both from the movie AND the games. NOT SPOILER FREE! be warned for potential gore and horror/thriller settings. 18+ and selective, mutuals only. please read my guidelines before interacting!
( promo template credit & psd credit )
PERSONALS & NON-ROLEPLAY BLOGS DNI
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DIDNโT MOMMY AND DADDY TRY TO WARN YOU ?
โ LEND ME YOUR EARS AND VOICE ; SOON WEโRE GONNA HAVE TO MAKE A CHOICE .
itsbeensolongs : a m.ultimuse with characters from the fnaf franchise ( games , movie && maybe the novels ) . movie spoilers will be present as I do have a muse from the movie here. PLEASE BE WARNED. sideblog to secr3trings ( must be following both blogs to interact. )
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sending one of my older ads back out into the wild again!
๐ซ23, they/he, looking for a few oc x oc horror and thriller plots! primarily looking for mxm or nbxm! i tend to lean towards writing subs and brats and sometimes switches but i am not confident in writing hard doms, sorry!
some possible themes i am looking for (by all means i don't need all of these, these are just some ideas! also open to more!): serial killers/murderers, crime, supernatural horror, monsterfucking, stalking, manipulation, two equally fucked up/ morally grey characters together, enemies to lovers, corruption arcs, mob, power dynamics, s&m, obsession/mutual obsession, codependency
a few vague plot ideas with my muse preferences in bold (please feel free to bring me your own): monster hunter x monster, vampire hunter x vampire, vampire x familiar, vampire sire x fledgling, journalist x killer they've been writing about, detective or agent x killer or other criminal, hero/vigilante x villain
please be 20+! i also love making friends with my partners ooc, making playlists, yelling about our characters etc! i have very few limits and will happily discuss these and your own in private! i write on discord only!
like this post if you're interested and i'll reach out!
like if you're interested and op will get back to you
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โ๏ธ | Application for Brisk are CLOSED!
I don't know if anyone is posting for open roleplay now in day, but might as well try ยฏโ \โ _โ (โ ใโ )โ _โ /โ ยฏ
The Brisk Project is a 17+ dystopian thriller group roleplay on discord about the last known dogs left behind within the southern and western region.
In a desolate, abandoned cityscape, shadows conceal secrets of a authoritarian past. A regime once known as the "Canine Unit Bureau" (CUB). Maintain order and protecting citizens, The CUB has taken all known Canines under one zone. Dogs, once beloved companions, are now seen as potential threats to society. As survivors navigate crumbling skyscrapers and eerie streets, a rebel group discovers a hidden truth that could reshape their bleak reality as they navigate the labyrinth of surveillance and deceit. However, some survivors vanish mysteriously, a clandestine resistance emerges, unraveling a dark conspiracy that threatens to plunge the city into chaos. Pursued by relentless enforcers, they unravel a web of deception, leading to a climactic struggle for freedom in a world forgotten by time. The abandoned city holds the key to their survival, but unlocking it comes at a perilous cost.
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ | PART 1 : T H E C A G E
Difficulty level | Medium
The story will start in a facility that navigate your characters to meet one another in hope of finding an escape route as they discover outside knowledge to the world and witness the horrors it plays within the shelter walls.
๐ | Rank
Each character's rank will be randomize
The Elites - reserved for the few who holds significant power in secret and have access to resources. Be careful though for that may harm your plan.
The Workers - Understand the basics of the facility & the amenities. however, are under surveillance at all times. Watch out for those in your group that shifted away.
The Newcomers - The ones that know what is happening outside of the facility. they often operate in secrecy and try to avoid consequences if discovered.
๐ | Character Sign-ups
You can either comment your application attached to this post or mentioned me on a post with your character application. Once Approved, you're be given a link to the discord to start the roleplay.
Name
Appearance
Backstory
Roleplay example
๐ | DEADLINE
December 13th at 11 PM CT
So if you're interested, consider joining and maybe reblog this for those out that may be interested to tried out as well. ^^
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๐ฅ Fervent love affairs intermingled with psychological thrillers are arguably one of my favorite things to write about. With heavy gothic theming and slow-burn devotion between characters who are better left at odds brings out the best of my muse. For better or for worse, Iโve been influenced by the great works that are The Amazing Mr. Ripley, Saltburn, and Where the Crawdads Sing and have been left to pine for something as deeply emotional as it is twisted.
Just a quick intervention about me and my style
- Iโm a 20 year old cisfem who is more than happy to write any gender of character against your preferred role. I have at least 8 years of experience writing so Iโm well versed in writing any type of character that best fits our plot.
- I write strictly in the third person, past tense. My length varies, as quality should always trump quality, but for those of you interested in a range Iโd say about 1,500-6,000 characters (adaptable to partnerโs preference)
- No magniloquent writing if you can help it. I absolutely love detail, donโt get me wrong (especially with period pieces), but excessively flowery writing can easily take away from the actual substance of the plot when done inappropriately.
- Donโt shy from strong themes. The sources listed above that Iโve been inspired from are pretty heavy. Fluffy SoL plots can absolutely be found elsewhere, just not here.
- 18+ writers only. Iโm not comfortable interacting with anyone who isnโt an adult and especially with themes that arenโt age-appropriate at all.
If youโve read this far, thanks a million! I donโt know how to subvert the shadowban, so if youโre interested the best way to contact me would be to friend me on my discord at baptized_by_fire_
baptized_by_fire_
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โค๏ธ๏ธโซๅฝก๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐! ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐! โซๅฝก โ
โค๏ธ๏ธ & โป
18+
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๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ @baaahphomette
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my name on ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ is like poetry. joe ย goldberg, ย adapted ย from ย caroline ย kepnes / netflixโs ย YOU.
a ย study ย in: ย those who are doomed by the narrative & those who have been dead since the beginning. closely watched ย by ย meg โฝ she, her โพ, ย twenty6, ย est. ย time ย zone.
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๐ด๐ข ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฌ๐ข๐ฐ
Kids think they know best. Looking in places they really shouldn't be looking. Touching other people's property. Going into that creepy, abandoned haunted house nobody has lived in for decades because of the stories surrounding the place. Just the standard, clichรฉ, horror movie spin, no? Unfortunately for these plucky little busybodies, there was nothing standard about that night. Not once they opened the way to a world they couldn't comprehend. It was all right off the script of a completely stereotypical horror movie lifted from the eighties when people were still easily scared. An old house, a scary basement... and a book. Leatherbound, dogeared, clearly well thumbed with some pages torn and the text faded away into barely legible script. Yet it was all written by hand, careful and precise handwriting with the soft swirl of a time long since gone. A journal perhaps, or something more sinister.
Of course they had to read it aloud. Who wouldn't want to read an unknown script from a creepy house? Just because they didn't understand what they were reading, didn't mean it would dissuade them. It just made the thrill of what they were doing so much more tantalising. Naturally they were disappointed when nothing happened. No Demons summoned. No ghouls, no goblins and no spooks. It was like the book was derelict, useless. Disappointment suffused them when they left what they had hoped would be a thrilling adventure.
They just didn't realise they brought something with them.
๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ซ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฑ...
The doors opened, and through them stepped some of the greatest villains of all time. Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger. Stalkers of the darkness and murderers of innocence. Dragged from their world into a strange new city. A city they would make their own, by any means necessary.
Masters Of Horror is a 21+ horror based group found on Discord which welcomes and delights in the macabre, the dark, and the twisted. Some of the greatest horror creations come to life in a world they didnโt even know could exist. Viewer discretion is advised, as the permission of Dead Dove Content is very much welcome within Ennisport.
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Stay on the Beaten Path
29.07.20
Several days ago, I came into possession of a camera while exploring the forest our town shares with Cornwall. The contents are endlessly disturbing and have been the source of my nightmares since, so I warn you to turn back now if you wish to save yourself from a similar fate.
No? Well, at least my conscience is clear.
I have managed to stitch together a story from the videos I found on the camera in the hopes that it will provide a greater understanding of the horrors it has bestowed upon me.
ACT ONE
The camera clicked on and focused on a young man seemingly in his mid-twenties whom I now know to be Corden.
โAlright so. I left Cornwall earlier this morning and have reached the edge of the forest it shares with my destination. Itโs a rather long hike, so Iโm all prepared to camp.โ The camera shook a little as he directed it over his shoulder, to the rucksack he donned.
โIf all goes well, I should be sipping a margarita by the docks sometime tomorrow afternoon.โ
ACT TWO
โWhat are you doing?โ asked the little girl whom the camera was now pointed at. She was leaning lazily on the trunk of a tree and came off as rather puzzling to me. On my first watch I had no idea why a little girl would be out here on her own. But of course, this was no ordinary little girl.
Corden replied from the other side of the camera, โOh, I like to record what I do, especially when Iโm travelling. Iโm going on holiday to the town on the other side of this forest.โ
โOh, alright.โ
โHow come youโre out here on your own?โ
โYou know, if the next town is your goal, you might want to take the more beaten path. I would advise against going further into the forest, you know.โ I initially didnโt make much of her ignoring Cordenโs question, but that was clue number one of what was to come. Corden evidently didnโt think much of it either; he too shrugged it off and went on.
โAnd why would that be?โ
The girlโs eyes adopted a far-off, widened look as she began to narrate. โCome nightfall, the forest will be drenched in a darkness unlike any other youโve seen before, and the Vรขnฤtor will start on its hunt. They say it stalks its victim to rattle their nerves before ripping off one limb at a time and feasting on the flesh in front of the screaming human.โ
The story chilled me, scared me from the other side of the screen, but Corden seemed unfazed.
He chuckled, โAnd who might this โtheyโ be?โ
The look in her eyes suddenly snapped back to normal, the far-off look replaced with a childlike innocence. โYou know โ people. Old folk. People who have been around long enough to know this stuff.โ
Corden laughed at her dismissively. โIf everyone who goes into the forest dies, they wouldnโt have any way of telling other people this stuff, now would they? Doesnโt matter how long theyโve been around.โ
The girl shrugged. โOkay, your funeral. But youโve been warned.โ
ACT THREE
The camera was much shakier when it turned on this time. Corden was shivering and he seemed unable to speak too much. The first two acts of this story had been filmed under sunlight, but the sunโs last whips had now seemingly given up on their effort to penetrate the dense tree covering, and the moon had swung up in its place. A strong breeze billowed and Cordenโs clothes whipped around his body, hugging his frame tight.
I could vaguely make out a low, eerie howl coming from all around him, having no source I could discern. Corden betrayed the same, for he suddenly shook and hurriedly looked around.
I have slowed down this part of the video and painstakingly examined it several times, but havenโt found the slightest indicator that could have warned Corden of the fate that was to befall him. There was no way he could have saved himself from what was to come.
Cordenโs pace slowed. He stumbled on a surface root. He steadied himself, only to trip over another and have to lean on a tree for support, dropping the camera as he did so.
I watched Corden raise his arm to his forehead, probably to wipe the beads of sweat that come with fright. More accurately, I watched him try to. His arm seemed stuck to the trunk, inexplicably glued in place.
The skin on his fingers peeled off painfully slowly and receded into the tree. Blood flew all over the place, some getting on the camera lens too, drenching my view in blood. Blood that hit the bark disappeared on contact, seemingly absorbed into the trunk. I heard a crunching noise coming from within the trunk as the tips of his fingers disappeared in small increments.
I watched as Corden tried and failed to scream. His mouth and opened and shut silently, and I could see his fear grow. He tried again, but his jaw had been fixed in place, no longer obeying his mind. The trunk continued to claim more and more of his hand, spitting out droplets of blood as it did so. Corden tried to use his other hand to push the first one free, but that too became stuck where he placed it, and the tree began work on hand number two.
Somewhere behind him, I heard rustling noises. Corden must have too, for he snapped his head back, most likely hoping that it would be a passer-by willing to help. His voice worked this time.
ACT FOUR
I had no view of what happened next, so Iโve had to rely on only audio to construct this next part of the story. Somehow not knowing what exactly happened has made it worse for me, and every night a new possibility snakes its way into my nightmares.
I heard crunching and creaking and groaning noises off-camera. The first night my dreams assumed it to be trees physically parting, bending and twisting out of the way. I know this much for sure: whatever was coming had heavy footsteps, for the camera jumped up and down in place with each nearing step. The tree had stopped trying to kill Corden, but that only scared me more.
The figure finally made its entrance and I could see who it was.
โHello, Corden.โ
โโฆyou?โ
โTurn out you were right, Corden. There was no stalking, no nerve-rattling. Youโre still going to die though, donโt worry about that.โ She ended with a sinister wink and a warning nod.
โBu-bu-but how?โ Corden was much too frightened to question how she knew his name or what she was or what was happening.
The girl laughed in response. โI warned you, Corden. But did you listen? No. Just like all the others, you chose to ignore the words of a little girl only trying to keep you safe. Itโs your own fault, you know.โ
Corden began tugging at his hands with renewed effort, yanking them away from the trunk. The girl laughed harder.
โYouโre a fucking maniac!โ
โAnd youโre going to be dead. Iโd say Iโm better off, wouldnโt you, Corden?โ She stalked over to him slowly, but deliberately, cackling with each step, beating her hand on every tree she passed. She revelled in Cordenโs fear and pain and screaming, visibly enjoying herself.
โOh, whatโs this?โ she asked bemusedly when she finally reached him. The girl picked up the camera and stared directly into the lens. โVideoing our travels, are we? Well, I suppose everyone should see this too, shouldnโt they? What do you think, Corden?โ
The tree that held Corden prisoner bent forward, forming a sort of hand, and the girl placed the camera on it, perfectly poised to capture what happened next.
She licked a finger and ran it down Cordenโs face who was tethered in place, anchored by the hands the tree had swallowed.
โYes, youโll do very nicely. Well done, Corden.โ
He fell to the ground, suddenly free from the trunkโs hold, probably having fractured a rib or two. But when he got up to run, he found he couldnโt. He wasnโt being held back by anything this time โ he just couldnโt.
The girl laughed again. โWhatโs the matter, Corden?โ
โWha-what have you done to me? Why canโt I move?โ His voice shook with each word, becoming more unstable the more he talked.
She laughed again and pushed him back into the tree where it resumed its hold on him. His body shook with the fresh jolt of pain that shot through him.
โI like to start from the bottom, you know. Have them screaming for as long as possible. I like to hear them beg for mercy and apologise over and over again, not even sure of what they did wrong. I like to see the cocktail of confusion and fear swirl in and out of their eyes. I like to see the fight drain out of them as they finally resign to their fate. I hope you wonโt disappoint me, Corden.โ
โNo. No. Please. Please let me go. Please.โ
She laughed and said with a smirk, โRight on time.โ She lifted her hand to his cheek and held it there for a moment, admiring her prey.
She smiled and her hand moved again, making a thin slit on each cheek, Cordenโs skin peeling apart to reveal pink mass underneath. Satisfied with the crimson stripe running down both cheeks, she moved on.
The side of her hand made contact with Cordenโs hipโฆand then went through, slicing through his flesh while he screamed and begged, unable to move, unable to do anything but wail. He splintered apart, spitting out blood and other insides across the forest floor. The girl looked at the collateral of her work and laughed, sinisterly content. She stopped midway through his hip and dashed her hand down, cutting off Cordenโs left leg. He let out a guttural scream, much to the girlโs amusement, as she sat down in front of him and began to work on the freshly severed limb.
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