I chose my name, because all of my usernames so far have been flower related. SunsetRoses also just sounded cool, and I've been using it for the longest amount of time now.
Trust me I don't fit very well either. XD When lovely people compliment my profile picture, however, I feel like a 'shiny' gem. ;)
(I like your profile pic, too, by the way.)
Hey Will! I was wondering if you were still interested in doing some fantasy 1×1s? I'm fine with any of the suggested fantasy pairings, and would love to flesh out a plot/world with you. Please PM me if you're interested.
I'd be happy to DM for you! Anything Red Dead or Elder Scrolls would be fine with me, though I would love to talk about adding steampunk aspects to a Red Dead adventure.
I'm comfortable with DMing, as I have some experience in tabletop roleplays. PM me or have me PM you if you'd like to talk...
Hey! I'd like you to know that I'm very, very interested in creating a fantasy epic with you. I'm in it for the long term, and I can generally write anywhere from 1-10 articulate paragraphs. Feel free to PM me or have me PM you, and we'll get to creating. :)
Adela's shoulders slumped visibly as the subtle snapping of damp leaves and twigs filled her ears. She slowed her march, allowing him to take up the space beside her. He truly was a monument of grace and chivalry, a sight to behold these days. She delighted in seeing him hold his sword to the...
I scan through my closet, thumbing hangers lazily. I didn't want to go out tonight, not at all, but… Zephyra did. She had insisted, growling low in the corner of my mind as I napped and watched television, defensive and restless. It was when I dug myself out of the pile of comforters I had...
The Princess was quite tired of being caught in the grip of men stronger than she, even if this man meant her no harm. Tentatively, she readjusted their position. Now, her fingertips were pressed against his wrist. The hold was purposefully weak, easily escapeable if he so pleased.
"Have I a...
Adela wheezed through the pain of her windpipe being forcibly closed, the sensation more similar to a dagger being shoved through her flesh than a physical ailment. She pawed at the man's wrists -tears pouring out of her eyes- begging for mercy through action. He did not relent, and the blank...