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Hello, my name is Quin. I am a 20-something with too much time on their hands. I go by they/them pronouns. This is my search for partners! I haven't been on this site in about a year. Maybe two, come to think of it. So I'm making a whole new thread, this time with fancy bbcode. If you look...

HAHA, WHOOPS

That could probably work.

Huzzah

Yeah, if it's play by post I would be down.

Hi, my name is Quin. I love to write, and to roleplay. I'll be brief here in what you can expect from me. I can roleplay at several different levels, from semi-lit, full lit, or even novella. I am ditch friendly! If things happen, I understand. Even if you disappear for a few months and want to...

I will not play actual Markiplier. I am uncomfortable playing real life people. Egos? That's fine. So I'll keep this one simple. I'm relatively new to the youtube ego fandom thing... I've never played any of these characters before, but I would love to try. I'm used to darker themed things...

Bump once more!

Bump for time zones!

This bears being stated, then. I will play and accept all sexualities and genders in these plots.

Teratophilia: the paraphilia characterized by attractiion to monsters. Hi, my name is Quin. I love to write, and to roleplay. I'll be brief here in what you can expect from me. I can roleplay at several different levels, from semi-lit, full lit, or even novella. I am ditch friendly! If things...

Hi, My name is Quin. I am twenty-two years old and an avid writer. I live in the USA, mountain time zone. I have been out of the loop for a few months, which is saying something for me. I am in need of a few new partners, which is why I am here. A little about my style: I can write a lot or a...

I am just going to make this short and quick. Who wants to read those big, long, introduction posts anyway? I write at any level except script roleplay. If I go off on a thousand word tangent I don't always expect you to keep up with me. But please use proper grammar. I am queer. Hella queer...

Wilhelm chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought. This Issac fellow seemed familiar, especially with his talk of a chief. It seemed as though he night be a part of the upper circle that Wilhelm had heard so little, but dreamt so much. His amber eyes narrowed. Being what he was, by nature...

Bumpity bump bump

The Fop was, in fact, Wilhelm. The part-time daggerman sat at a table in The Quartz Thorn for a good long while. His hair, despite being thick and long, had dried by this point in the night. Now, it was braided together; a few strands of his earthen brown hair fell from the braid. The stray...

Wilhelm laid in bed, daydreaming. His lithe fingers traced the thick, surgical scars that lined his chest. They were rough, crude, experimental, even. He knew them well, the way they cut across his skin, leaving savage marks. Nothing leftuntouched in their wake. But luckily for him, his pectoral...

“Well then, make haste.” Petrus spoke, his gravelly voice echoing slightly in the stone chambers of his mansion. His dark eyes showed no humor; his mouth was set into a thin line of annoyance. The fellow Eye placed a fist over his heart and bowed. He kept this position as he proceeded...