What's new
  • If your recruitment thread involves completely going off site with your partner(s) then it belongs in the Off-Site Ad Area
  • This area of the site is governed by the official Recruitment rules. Whether you are looking for players or looking for a roleplay, we recommend you read them and familiarize your self with them. Read the Recruitment Rules Here.

Multiple Settings ✒ Searching for that literary spark. {Open}

Sub Genres
Action, Adventure, AU, Dystopian, Historical, Horror, LGTBQ, Magical, Multiverse, Mystery, Platonic, Realistic, Romance, School, Slice of Life, Super Powers, Supernatural, Zombies


wears heelies to escape their feelies

︽𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖.︽
{{This is a repost from my side!~ Feel free to reconnect with me if for some reason we fell out of touch}}
Currently, I am seeking partners to weave intricate tales with, crafting something of intrigue for us both.
I, subjectively, consider myself advanced.
I have had the itch to have some more folks to write with to hone my abilities.
So, here we are.
People have called me intimidating, I don't see it, but please don't be intimidated.
I'll write with any skill level
, so long as you can help carry a plot and make engaging posts that leave me hungry for more.
I decided to create a massive search thread on my main, so here I am. If we've been in contact and I haven't gotten back to you, I likely missed your message, please feel free to nudge me on here.
So, how about a brief introduction then?

✎I am twenty-five years of age.

✎I am an avid world builder, plot creator, and character developer. I can play multiple sides as well.

✎My style is a bit of a pill to swallow, and I have inclinations towards a more extensive vocabulary.

✎I love OOC and talk incredibly casually despite my formalness in this thread.

✎I'm meme garbage.

✎I game a lot, wanna talk games? I'm all for it.

✎ While I like to consider myself moderately advanced, I'm not an asshole. I don't mind if your grammar isn't perfect or if you have difficulty with English due to it being your second tongue. If you can carry a plot well and create intriguing characters and work with me, I'll work with you.

✎I draw huge inspiration from music and lyrics.

✎I am an artist.

✎I can be a slow writer, I ask for patience, the same of which I'll return to you.

✎Overall, I'm chill asf.



Historical (ask me about this one, there are some time-periods I'm not well versed in.)







Any mixture of the above, to be honest.

Open to suggestions.

themes; angst ; slow burn; psychological ; gritty & dark; macabre; slight fluff; survival; thriller ; mystery ; the human psyche ; beasts ; revenge ; moralistic complexities ; phobias ; toxicity ; musically inspired ; romance ; platonic ; mental illness (but only if played accurately) ; addiction ; death ; noire ; mafia & crime ;
Hero Academia


Tolkien, though I could be better versed.

Probably wouldn't mind doing setting in some of Stephen King's novels.


The Elder Scrolls

The Last of Us


Dragon Age, another I could be better versed in, tbh.

Mass Effect


Gravity Falls

Rick and Morty

Anything by Junji Ito. I suppose that's a bit niche.

Silent Hill

Law and Order: SVU, CSI

Amnesia and its counterparts.

Dark Souls.


The Purge


Red Dead Redemption


Animal Farm, 1984



Condemned: Criminal Origins

Haunting Ground

The Cat Lady, Downfall

Dead Space



The Hannibal Lector Series

Tokyo Ghoul
I can pretty much come up with a plot for any of these but ones with "*" already have seedlings planted.

It's like Subway up in here bros, pick and match and mix.

➳*Addict|Addict, Addict|Former Addict, Addict|Sober

➳*Darker twists on the Red String of Fate.

➳*Darker twists on fairy tales of all sorts.



➳*Ghost|Living, Ghost|Ghost, Ghost|Other Supernatural Being

➳Gods, maybe? Or entities such as Death.

➳*Criminal {thief, prostitute, etc.}|Officer {corrupt or not}

➳*Someone struggling with their sexuality|Someone open, or perhaps, two characters struggling with their sexuality. Addable to any plot.

➳Exploration of life after death, perhaps?

➳Something based off of the song Hotel California, or really, based off any song. Gotta love basing plots on songs.

➳*Shifters! Be they weres or something of the sort.

➳Toxic relationships or forbidden love, or both.

➳Survivor|Survivor in a post-apocalyptic or war-torn setting.

➳Soulmate AUs, but dark, maybe?

➳Rivalry to Romance.


➳Cthuloid shenanigans

➳Time Traveler|Normal Human, Time Traveler|Time Traveler


➳Dragon Shifter| Dragon Hunter









➳ Popular|Unpopular

➳ Obsessed|Obsesser's target of fancy. {Idea in place for this one. I will not play the Obsessed muse, burnt out on it, sorry buds.}

➳Disordered|"Neurotypical" (must be construed well)

➳*Competent Survivor| Incompetent Survivor

➳* Werewolf|Human


➳Demon x Mortal

➳Demon x Cultist

➳Vampire x Mortal

➳Vampire x Werewolf

➳Vampire x Supernatural Hunter

➳Werewolf x Supernatural Hunter

➳Werewolf x Werewolf

➳Werewolf x Mortal

➳Mortal x Ghost

➳Drug Dealer x Drug Addict

➳Drug Deal x Sober

➳Drug Addict x Drug addict

➳Open x Closeted

➳Reaper x Immortal

➳Time Traveler x Regular person

➳Obsessive x Object of Obsession

➳Seasoned apocalypse survivor x Clueless Apocalypse Survivor

➳Apocalypse Survivor x Apocalypse Survivor

Witch x Outcast

Witch x Regular Human

Detective x Detective
(* Indicates I have more details for this particular seedling, but I am keeping it short for the sake of this post. I'm continually adding to this.)

*Society is led to believe they live within a Utopia and Muse A falls under this umbrella, while Muse B, a wanted individual, knows the true nature of their world, and, in desperation, reveals this truth unto Muse A.
*Muse A is a detective that can see ghosts while Muse B is studious in criminal psychology (potentially a serial killer, think Hannibal Lector, here) and agrees to assist Muse A in capturing a killer who has proved to be an utter enigma.
*Muse A travels to a town where suicides are rumored to be exceptionally high, only to find that Muse B is the definite cause of this, unbeknownst to those around them.
Muse A is a recovering drug addict while Muse B is a very convincing dealer.

Or Muse A and Muse B are two addicts struggling to get sober.
*Muse A is an undercover cop, undercover, that is, to the most dangerous gang/mob within the city.

Muse B is the crime/mob boss.
*Muse A is a shifter, a dying and hunted race, who comes to Muse B's doorsteps, injured and defensive. Muse B decides to take pity on Muse A.
*Something similar to Wolf's Rain. This isn't a seedling, but I've five million ideas for this, okay?
Muse A and Muse B are participants, willingly or not, of the purge.
Muse A is an immortal being who is utterly sick of Muse B's time-traveling bullshit.

Muse A is a time traveler, and Muse B is an immortal, they spend their lives together meeting throughout time
Muse A is a human who, oddly, cannot die meanwhile Muse B is a frustrated Reaper, assigned to reap the soul of Muse A.
Muse A is a beautiful, brilliant student who has, unfortunately for them, caught the attention of Muse B, a transfer student who only recently just started at the university. Not much is known about Muse B other than the fact they’re new and relatively quiet. Muse A takes it upon them-self to show Muse B around, a gesture misconstrued as romantic affection. Muse B begins to obsess, and eventually kidnaps Muse A.
Muse A lives in a small town just a stone’s throw away from a dense forest, called the Whispering Woods. Every afternoon, especially in the fall, when the leaves are changing color, and the air is crisp, Muse A likes to walk through the woods on their way home. Muse A sits on the kissing rock at the mouth of the woods, straps up their boots and inhales the fresh pine before embarking on the winding path to the log bridge. As Muse A crosses the log bridge, one foot over the over, they enjoy the soft ‘whispers’ (for which the woods are named after) of the meandering creek below. The whispers always seem louder in October for some reason, almost comprehensible. Townspeople like to say it’s because the woods are haunted by spirits, but Muse A’s never been the superstitious type. They’ve been frequenting the woods since they were a kid and nothing spooky has ever happened to them before.

One afternoon, Muse A encounters Muse B in the thick of the towering pines. Muse B looks lost and disheveled as if they haven’t had a shower or a proper meal in a few days. Concerned for the unfamiliar wanderer, Muse A offers to guide Muse B out of the woods, back to civilization. Muse B instead asks Muse A to stay with them a while; they want to visit the log bridge, their favorite place. Muse A can see that Muse B is the lonely sort, so they agree to walk to the bridge with Muse B; they were headed there anyway. When the pair arrives at the bridge, Muse B struggles to recall why they found this spot so special, or anything about who they are at all to make conversation with Muse A, but they can’t remember. Muse A insists on helping Muse B leave the woods, worried that Muse B might be suffering from amnesia or something worse, but when Muse A gets to the edge of the woods, Muse B, who they thought was right behind them, is nowhere to be found.

Muse A calls out for Muse B for several minutes and gets no response. The sun is going down, and the chill in the air is biting through Muse A’s coat, so they go home. They barely sleep that night, thinking about Muse B and hoping they’re alright, wherever they are. Bright and early the next morning, Muse A returns to the woods, hoping to find Muse B again. Muse B is there at the foot of the log bridge, waiting for Muse A, unsure of how they got there or what’s keeping them bound to these woods. Muse B is a ghost but doesn’t know it.
A darker plot that revolves around the red string of fate myth.

I have many alternate plottings for this given that this is just a taste of one of the ideas.

Serial Killer (Or serial criminal)|Detective


YC (to be determined)|MC(to be determined) **see notes & alternative ideas**

YC and MC are connected through their dreams as well as the scatterings of their thoughts and memories. More or less tied to each other akin to a twisted red string of fate.

Our characters may own memories that belong to the other.

Incoherent thoughts that aren't theirs. The two also share a life force. One cannot survive without the other.

MC will often experience lucid dreams revolving around YC’s murders (or actions), be they past or current.

MC has no control over his actions in these dreams; he can only follow in YC’s footsteps through every sequence of events. A thick fog, vast and obscuring, shrouds the dreams, disallowing MC from seeing YC’s appearance or even hearing YC’s voice with complete clarity. YC has managed to chip away at some of this fog, allowing YC to discover the identity of MC. Lots of paths can form from here. Perhaps YC becomes keen on the life link the two share? MC is not as enlightened as yours in these matters, still in a state of discovery.

I'd love to develop the reasoning behind their connection. Be it from human experimentation the two are unaware of, a demonic aspect, or even a Lovecraft type twist. This is a very moldable plot. I want to explore the darker side of the red string of fate. I have a lot of smaller ideas on this.

Notes: YC does not have to be a serial killer. I would just love this twist on a serial killer x detective plot. We can explore other avenues as well. Moral confliction would be excellent to have here. I can see this set in a lot of different time frames.

!Alternate Ideas!: YC is a demon with an unfortunate attachment like the above to a human, oh boy.

Or anything revolving around a more darker version of the red string of fate. It doesn't have to follow the above plot line to a T.

After a rattling near-death experience, Muse A walks the lines between the living and the dead, capable of seeing those who have passed, however, up until this point his "sight" has been minor, blurred. Barely a scratch upon his life.
However, this ability is beginning to manifest to its fullest, becoming stronger as the days pass, like dreams transferring to reality.

Unfortunately for Muse A, this quirk brings about a certain allure to spirits, some with nefarious intentions which, unbeknownst to him, leaves him in a vulnerable state.
Muse A cannot communicate with the dead, his attempts proving fruitless, and he carries the knowledge that eyes pry at all times.

Muse B is a spirit caught within the "restless" realm of the afterlife, where there is no sanctuary- no heaven, nor is there a hell, only an endless limbo.
Those who remain in limbo for too long lose their sanity and eventually their humanity, becoming nothing more than hungering wraiths clinging to the remnants of their memories and seeking to devour the ones of others.
For reasons beyond his understanding, Muse B lives in a cyclic loop, reliving the moments of his death just as he experienced it when he was alive.

Things change once the seedlings of Sight begin to form within Muse A. From then on, Muse B lives free from the nightmare of his death, but to his chagrin is chained to Muse A and cannot explore far beyond him.
Not able to understand the linkage, Muse B is resigned to being bound to Muse A, whose psychological state is steadily declining as he struggles to cope with living amongst apparitions and the unnerving, haunting feeling of being hunted.
When Muse A begins to see Muse B and connect further to the afterlife, both their worlds are turned upside down.
For, as stated, to walk among ghosts while blood pulses through your veins is a dangerous path to tread.
If an asterisk exists by it, I have an idea in mind.
I love being inspired by music, so have some songs to inspire plots.

*If I Believe You - The 1975
“I thought I'd met you once or twice,
But that was just because the dabs were nice,
And opening up my mind.
Showing me consciousness is primary in the universe
And I had a revelation.
I'll be your child if you insist
I mean, if it was you that made my body
You probably shouldn't have made me atheist”
God/Angel x Mortal.
Muse A has grown up within a cult, his life built around religion. Being the son of a high ranking priest, he is, of course, expected to follow suit. However, Muse A has a complicated relationship with religion, having, in time, growing to ultimately become something of an atheist, if barely bordering on agnostic. However, feeling as if the weight upon his shoulders is too much to bear, Muse A makes a suicide attempt. Albeit only to experience a near-death experience where he meets Muse B ( a God, demon, angel, or something of the sort), who tears his ideologies of fate apart, as once Muse B interfered with Muse A's attempt, ending it, they now have an unspoken connection. Muse B has his own struggles within his domain and Muse A must face a bewildering reality that beings beyond humans exist.

*The Other Side Of Paradise - Glass Animals
“When I was young and stupid
My love left to be a rocking roll star.
He told, “Please don’t worry.”
Wise little smile that spoke so safely.”
Muse A and Muse B were lovers, briefly, but intensely so. Muse A, chasing fame, booked a one-way ticket to the west. Good ole Cali’.
Muse B, while dismayed, did not attempt to halt Muse A’s dreams, so, patiently, Muse B waits for correspondence from Muse A, awaiting the day they can be together again. However, as time crawls by, Muse A grows in popularity and begins to speak with Muse B less and less until, abruptly, communication is ceased altogether. Muse B is left with their heart shattered.
Years pass, Muse B, with humor, moves to California, the state their former love pined over so much. Muse B is doing fairly well for themselves, all things considered. Muse A, on the other hand, is a flickered out flame, his fame dissipating. In short, Muse A is a wreck, addicted to drugs and barely scraping it by.
In a chance meeting, Muse B bumps into, literally so, Muse A, who is completely and utterly drunk.
How will Muse B confront Muse A and how far down the gutter has Muse A fallen?

*Like Real People Do - Hozier
"I knew that look dear
Eyes always seeking
Was there in someone
That dug long ago
So I will not ask you
Why you were creeping
In some sad way, I already know.
I will not ask you where you came from
I will not ask you and neither would you."
Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

*Cane Shuga - Glass Animals
"Burn through my love
Just like your drugs
I've had quite enough
Or lack thereof."
A former addict/sobered x Individual delving deep into addiction.
Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

**Craving - Unravel - Jonathan Young {Cover}
"I'm not what I was then
Don't touch the infection.
Entwined we will both die.
So stay away, and stay alive
I'm breakable, unbreakable
I'm shakeable, unshakeable
Unraveling, I won't infect you!

Now I'm turning to dust in a world that's twisted,
Don't come searching when I go missing.
Close your eyes or just try to look away,
Don't want to hurt you.
We live in a world someone else imagined,
The ghost of what's left of me all but vanished

Remember my heart, how bright I used to shine."
Cryptid/Supernatural/Monstrous being/Previous Experiment|Former friend
Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

*The Beers - The Front Bottoms
"There's Beer,
In coffee mugs, water bottles, and soda cups.
And it's clear, as the windows I came through,
That you,
Are in one of those moods.
And I am in one of them too.
And it's hard, to communicate, anything.
I'm holding on to hope I'm sure was never even there."

Muse A, Muse B's ex, stumbles back into their life after years have since passed, drunk and scrambling to get their life back in order, which has spiraled out of control.
Muse B, tentatively, despite leading their own relatively successful life, relents and gives Muse A shelter.
Many elements {such as supernatural} can be added to this.

*You Can Be The Boss - Lana Del Rey
He had a cigarette with his number on it,
He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?"
I knew it was wrong but I palmed it.
I saved it, I waited, I called it.
The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips,
The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous.
I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it,
I tried to be strong but I lost it.
You taste like the Fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my, my.

Criminal x Officer
Bad x Good
Sober x Dealer.
Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

*The Night We Met - Lord Huron
I am not the only traveler,
Who has not repaid his debt.
I've been searching for a trail to follow again.
Take me back to the night we met.
And then I can tell myself,
What the hell I'm supposed to do.
And then I can tell myself,
Not to ride along with you.
I had all and then most of you,
Some and now none of you,
Take me back to the night we met.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met

Demon|Demon Slayer
Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

*Wait By The River - Lord Huron
If I can't change the weather
Maybe I can change your mind
If we can't be together
What's the point of life?

If we can't be together
I will leave this world behind
If I can't touch your body

Can I touch the sky?
Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

**A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers
Time and again boys are raised to be men,
Impatient they start, fearful at the end.
But here was a man mourning tomorrow,
Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.
He could not break surface tension,
He looked in the wrong place for redemption.
Don't look at me with those eyes,
I tried to unheave the ties.
Turn back the time that drew him,
But he couldn't be saved,
A sadness runs through him.

Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

**Great White Bear - Dear Reader
Oh, what a fix they're in,
Oh, what a terrible sin,
Oh, what a fix they're in,
Oh, what a terrible sinister game
The hunter did play
To give them the hope
That they could get away
When biding his time
He did wait down the line
To bring a disaster
On their youthful dreams of escape

Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

*"Personal" - Stars
Sorry to be heavy,
But heavy is the cost,
Heavy is the cost.

Darker Soulmate AU.
Two souls who always seem to reconnect in life, no matter what.
Angst, slight fluff, grittiness.
Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}

*In Cold Blood - Alt J
Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s.

Android/AI x Mortal.
Perhaps a murder mystery with twists and turns? Sci-fi world where AI/Androids are oppressed and romance between humans and synthetics are disallowed.
Ask for elaboration. {Meaning it's still a seed in my head.}`
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

{If you'd rather me use another OC than him, that's fine!}
I'm looking to grow a certain boy of mine in terms of development, and for me, the best way to do this is to roleplay them out.

This fellow is suited for a wide variety of plots and I have got a wide variety of ideas for him.

I'd love to spin him with someone else's OC.

I'm currently open for MxM or MxF.

As a note, I love getting artwork of this babe, so, bonus points to roleplaying with him is I may purchase a scene from a professional artist of our OCs.

I have done it before, aha.

⋞Behold, the boy⋟

He has a realistic FC if that's your preference!~
Please click the below document for his character sheet.
Elias Dawn {Realistic}
𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤

Granted an allowance to exit the perimeters of the facility to which he knew himself bound by the behest of an enigmatic higher-up amongst government ranks- one going by a coined moniker of "The Fetcher," Eli found himself free again. Albeit, outfitted with a rather vexatious and snug collar before being ushered away. Of course, the collar served as, from what Elias inferred, a device engineered to track each one of his very movements. To his ire and chagrin, a sharp, biting shock derived from an electrical flow emitted from it should he traverse further than the designated zones to which his imprisoners sanctioned him.

Damn, how often, indeed, had he ran the metaphorical ball and chain through a multitude of trials defined by persistence, only to find the irksome hunk of metal to be both impenetrable and impossible to dupe.
Such was the life of a government dog. All in all, what is a dog without his muzzle and leash? Without the ability to give an instantaneous heel when commanded? Without fangs suitable to strike down the foes of his master?
To his disdain, in honesty, Eli had risen to become a favored pet of the government- a tool utilized with a singular, primary purpose and this was to annihilate cryptids.

Indeed, molded to fit the whims of the government, as if sculpted by an artist with preferential for the macabre, one of whom that damned him to a fate not enviable nor one to pine after. Regardless, as Elias ambled down a dilapidated sidewalk, his lips twisted into a sneer of utter revulsion, he began to muse on how uncomprehending- how fucking oblivious- the mass of humanity was, eyes averting to the occasional passerby in a glower with no residual pity.

An endless hunger panged in his core. Gnawing away, festering- and being amidst those that retained normalcy only exacerbated it until he felt his skin begin to crawl and itch, and yet if he were to act upon or fancy the instinctual urges that roused beneath his surface, he would meet the electric touch of the collar that felt smothering enclasped around his neck. So, in that end, he had taught himself to maintain composure, no matter the sprawling insatiable void within him.

Although should he fulfill the requirements of the operation given to him by designation, the reward was what he coveted most. However, the sanguine liquid so essential to his being never quite fit the specifications of his inclinations in particular, instead, more akin to that of meager table scraps.
Why would the government that utilized him as a tool to suit their particular, twisted ideologies and, furthermore, the very same collective that fragmented his trust give a toss about what contended his longings?
Either way, he jolted his ruminating mind back to the task at hand, which had, in fact, proven to pique his intrigue.

As the government deemed it a necessity to silence fellow cryptids through the embrace of death unless chosen to become ensnared within their covert facility, Elias oft faced foes so alike it became mundane after a certain point. Of course, with this assignment, his quarry was, in particular, a rare breed of cryptid. A necromancer, to be specific, and despite his reluctance to play the part of a pawn, he found himself nearing exuberant to meet the fellow of which he sought. A great pity indeed that it would only end in bloodshed, Elias would have savored scrutinizing and formulating inquiries into the victim's exact nature and skill behind his necromancy.

Alas, the government did not allocate time for interrogation, only for the hunt itself.

In regards to the hunt, Elias found himself nearing the destination where his prey awaited, proceeding to an apartment complex. While the trek to this complex was lengthy at best, Eli did not feel wearied nor diminished in energy, his innate strength giving him the capability to journey long distances without suffering from the hindering complications a human might.
Given that it was the eve, Elias might go as far to state an invigoration held him, a particular shade of energy coursing through him that bordered on manic.
Clad in black, he blended into the darkness wreathing him, only furthering his elation.

Regardless of his pointed viewpoint on his "masters," Elias did, in thoroughness, procure a grand gratification from hunting assigned quarry. Alongside being beneath the splendor of the silvery moon above, it seemed to solidify to him, that at this moment, he lavished in what freedom would taste like, so close yet so far.
Putting the fascinating idea of being freed from his shackles aside, Elias came to an abrupt halt at a unit that displayed the numerals given to indicate the correct address.
So, this was the residence that a supposed necromancer resided in, perhaps not the imagery one would envision.
Despite holding within its confines a rarity, in stark, it lacked in anything engrossing to its exterior. Regardless, Elias tested his weight against the door, calculative and knowing it to be a weak barrier against the brunt of his impending force.
Without hesitance, Elias collided his body into the frame of the door, demolishing it into mere shatterings of its former self, all in all, the least problematic and lesser task of his duties.

To leave the confines is to sleep with death, to stay in the confines is to wish for death.
Born abnormal, as they said. Perhaps presumptions stemming from stigmas attributed to being an orphan, or rather- Thom's favored theory- set framework structured by an overbearing adoptive "mother" whose compassion echoed hollow, bound by vanity entwined with pity that sickened him, doting only for appearances, not from tender seeds of love.
In regards to his parental relations, if that was all he knew, what would render desire to stay?
'There shall be nothing here to miss, and no one shall miss me.'
A thought- one dripping with vitriol, so saturated with a cynical venomosity. Acute enough that it wavered Thom's focus. All those about him appeared to align with the belief that he lived in a senseless reverie, sundered from reality, yet, if he were to have a say, they lived within an illusion molded by foreboding and mythos, and he grasped conceptions they condemned out of ignorance.

Since youth, Thom felt allured, magnetized, to the world that lay beyond the banal visage of the town, where no strict rules and regulations governed his life nor his dreams; where foliage grew dense, and a provocative sense of mystery flowered and enveloped like ivy. However, forever did the ability to elope eluded him until finally, chance revealed itself and two eves prior he slunk away when all fell into the embrace of sleep, set to venture, brimming with exhilaration in a stark almost humorous opposition to the present tense. Where, for now, Thom floundered with a sliver of regret, utterly lost, pining for the quench of fresh, unsullied water, perhaps accompanied by the warmth of liquor and a hearty meal. To at last curl into bed with promises of comfort a simplistic sleeping bag placed upon frigid earth could not provide.

Regardless of a situation not particularly fortuitous, Thom concluded ambling without aim within the woodlands proved ever more titillating than the mundanity he grew accustomed to. Often had he heard rumorous whispers that spoke of remote villages, landscapes distinct and foreign, beasts that devoured, their hunger perpetual, yet, all Thom unveiled thus far from within the forest were only trees and their littered leaves- green growth as far as the eye could see.
Albeit, traces of life subtly presented themselves as if the undergrowth tucked away secrets of its own. However inconspicuous, Thom noted trodden paths- a sign of humanity, perhaps,- and marks upon the trees he could not decipher.
Coming to a fork amidst a clearing, wearied, Thom settled against a grand oak, whose limbs sprawled skyward.

Well, this is a lovely predicament.

With little in the way of forethought, Thom found himself calling out, his voice reverberating, fragmenting the ghostly silence that seemed to haunt him throughout his trek.

Chiding himself at once for such a foolish action, Thom shuddered, a peculiar sensation of trepidation beginning to gnaw away at him. What amongst him could he have awoken; fluttering the eyelids of creatures with snarling maws, perhaps?
Moreover, Thom began to reflect if he had made a grave mistake, one of which would lead him to starve in depths where none of those he left behind would find, yet another statistic to be fodder for the local fairytales.

Oh, how new quarries oft led to unfurling opportunities, tantalizing as they were endless, entwined with the high of the pursuit and yet, Alexander found himself lacking any semblance of wonder nor traces of elation. Despite his sizeable distance from Boston, he had been the agent above all chosen for this case. Particularly one of profound renown- this, of course, should have incited an exhilaration of sorts. Perhaps it would have if he knew he could work with more autonomy, however, being sent to another district to take the reigns always pinched nerves and carried the tendency to make everything arduous for all those involved.
An inclination towards a particular shade of mania, if you will, for the job had its benefits, however, and he owed his position to this. Since, overall, Alexander had amassed a reputation of maintaining an unshakeable devotion that might border boundaries befitting the title of "unhealthy,"- although, that was something of which he would dispute with fervency. Regardless, he did not lack in proficiency, and the tenacity landed him a well-known case alongside a free ticket and stay in Boston miles from good, ole New Orleans.

Humoring the satirical, Alexander reflected upon receiving the call, specifically on how he was in a shoddy motel relishing the endings of a high induced by ecstasy mixed with shots of vodka. Remembrances of being curled around his latest indulgence, their bodies tangled with bare flesh more than brushing struck him. Settled adjacent to them on a bedside table his phone began to vibrate, and he had stifled a groan as his partner sniggered, blue eyes piqued with interest.

Dallying fingers trailed his chest.

Sobered in expression, he eyed the girl, her cascading tresses golden in hue and wild from their heated tumble, an appreciable curvature noticeable beneath the almost sheer sheet that veiled her body, her plump lips curved in a coquettish simper. Not the norm in regards to his type, but molly tended to blur the lines for him, and indeed blurred they were.
Damning himself for lack of foresight, Alexander finally fumbled for his phone, outreached fingers trembling- remnants from the high- and recognized the number at once- his boss, of course, rather timely, at that.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself about, it's work. Fortuitous for me, I’m sure."
A sardonic utterance, however, Alexander entertained little in the way of appeal in divulging his life with a lay that would trickle from recollection in a week's worth.
With a sharp inhale and prayer to no god in particular for a collected composure, Alex endeavored to steady his pulsating heart- which seemed to reverberate in his ears in pounding thumps- and overall, not sound utterly wasted as he was.

"Hey, chief."
While a simple greeting, the words came slurred, thick like honey.

"Bad time, Alexander?"
Curt, surely not the response Alex hoped for in regards to the circumstances.

"Nothing terrible with your timing, Lucas, I've had a bit to drink, that's all."
Although, a bit to drink was, well, certainly an understatement.

"A bit?"
There was no excusing that especially probing tone, yet Alexander refused to budge.

"Yes, a bit. Now, it's rather late Lucas, and you only call like this when something needs doing."
With a suppressed giggle, the girl untangled herself from beneath his embrace, swaying her hips to entice as she sauntered to a nearby window, flicking the switch of a lighter and kissing a cigarette to the flame it bore.

"I've got a job for you; however, it is... far from our district."
Calculating, he gave no reply as he hoisted himself off the bed, meeting his affair o' the night to share in the vice of smoking, returning a sliver of a grin as she lit the cigarette he plucked with practiced fingers from the pack between them.

"How far?"
How far, indeed, and who would cover the subject of fees for such a trek?
Matters of a family were a non-issue, there was little he would pine over should he opt to leave. So, why not pursue an opportunity that lay ripe?

"Boston, that far, Alex, expenses paid."
Amusement laced Lucas' voice.

"You had me at expenses paid, alright, I'll take the case."
Not long after the call that eve, he jilted his fling early, floundered home, intoxicated, lavishing in a high, and went to his flat to collect what belongings would prove necessities and scheduled the flight, from there by the morn, he was Boston-bound.
All in all, an uneventful trip spent in the extravagant indulgence of first-class with expensive wines aplenty, yet, once he arrived, his demeanor grew solemn lacking the exuberance held during the evening he received the call. Thoughts of the macabre were gnawing at his core as he prepared to delve into the depths of these murders that afflicted the city like a sickness, permeating airs of dread.

Traversing the city, he noted the bolded print on the newspapers served to arouse further a sense of foreboding among the civilians with woven re-tellings written on The Terror case, queries formulating about when the killer would strike once again, and, in the midst of it all, Alexander found himself centralized within.
Finally arriving, stepping out of a taxi, he heaved an exasperated sigh, glancing towards the building where he would be conducting operations, although, not particularly on his own; not this time around.
Unwilling to dally, he trudged onward, feeling as though he were trekking through thickened mud and slop.
Incognizant to the reception he would receive, the unknown left him nothing beyond a vast realm of pessimism.
Ambling through the doors, nonchalant, Alexander promptly met with a detective with a gruff visage, stoicism keeping his expression leveled.

"Who are you?"
A simple query, although one with tracings of vexation that Alex could scarcely grasp onto, endeavor or not.

"Alexander Thomas, I'm from the FBI, I'm here to assist in the workings of The Terror case, I believe I am to meet with a detective."
Blinking, as if processing the utterance, the officer crossed his arms, and, beyond that stoicism, Alex reckoned there lay buried intrigue.
When eyes trailed to his badge, Alexander flashed it, causing the man to nod, brusque.

"Right, come along, Myers is right this way."

Undeterred by the officer's mannerisms, Alex, quietened by way of rumination of this detective he would be working alongside with, trailed behind, feeling like a lost duckling in a vague sense. An unfamiliarity enveloped him like a gale, threatening to topple his composure, yet, he endured, expression leveled.

"Detective Myers, agent Alexander Thomas is here to see you, I imagine, of course, over the case."
Hints of a tautness Alexander did not quite understand laced his tone.

"Indeed, The Terror case."
Piping in, Alexander put his hands in his pockets, awaiting this detective with a creeping, sprawling interest.
Last edited:


Everyone's Dad
I love Fantasy and Futuristic/Dystopian, MHA, Tolkien, Elderscrolls, Dragon Age (I could also be better versed haha), Homestuck, Bioshock, and Cat Lady (omg! I didnt know Downfall existed, playing that asap)

I prefer to stay away from most drug/addiction and suicide themes, as they make me uncomfortable. Shifters, Soulmates, Dragon and monster themes, experiments, and werewolves and witches and all such things are interesting to me. Love a good detective rp as well, especially in a fantasy setting.

Many of your plots interest me, I'd love to discuss a couple!

I'm unsure if my current ocs will match up quite well with your boy, but I'm certainly up to talk through them and see if it'd fit!

I'd say I'm subjectively intermediate, I tend to simplify quite a few things when rushed but love to delve into detail if given time. I'm quite a slow writer as well. Anyway, cheers! I'm open to dm and discuss any time ^^

Users Who Are Viewing This Thread (Users: 0, Guests: 1)