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[Frankytank]

Hello, everyone, and welcome to my search thread, where I’m showing off my every vice and virtue like a horny spring bird, hoping to attract a writing partner.
Before I go ahead and ruin this for myself by listing my rules and requirements, let me tell you a few things about me as a person.

My name is Franky, but I’ll go by pretty much anything as long as it’s convenient and preferably not an obvious insult (unless I agree with it, then it’s also okay).

I’m non-binary (egogender), and my pronouns are whatever you want them to be.

I’m 20 years old and prefer my partners to be adults as well. Not because I have anything against younger writers or intend to exclusively write about adult topics, but because it’s nice to be friends with someone who better understands the struggle of managing an adult life.

Friends! That’s what I’m looking for here! Creative, long-term friends that I can plot with, OOC chat with, exchange memes and headcanons, or just vibe together when neither of us has enough time to write a post. If OOC-chats are not your cup of tea, and you don’t care about knowing the person before starting a plot, skip straight to the “rules and requirements” part.

I’m studying electrical engineering and working in my spare time, so my schedule is usually quite busy. I’m not making any promises regarding posting frequency, but rest assured: as long as we keep plotting and chatting and being excited about the whole thing, my enthusiasm will never die, and I will post as soon as I can.

English is my third language, but I’m comfortable and confident with it, so unless you exclusively play with native speakers (which is… well, screw you if you do), we shouldn’t have any problems. That said, feel free to correct me if my odd tense mix-ups bother you. I’m always looking to better my writing style, so any form of constructive criticism is welcome.

My time zone is UTC+3 (look up Moscow time, that’s easier). I’m online and available to answer for the most part of the day, though I do get my occasional “doesn’t talk to anybody” moods. If that happens, or if I leave you on read by mistake (which could totally happen as well, I am a mess unlike any other), don’t hesitate to bug me! Seriously. Please bug me. I am only one person with so much stuff going on, I forget things constantly. Sometimes I write posts and forget to send them (and I’m always awfully sorry when that happens).


Alright, now that we got this out of the way, let me set some rules for my future partners. It’s nothing extraordinary, and nothing that I don’t offer myself, but I still want to be very clear about what I’m looking for.

I write a lot. Never measured my posts in words or paragraphs, but I do the so-called “novella-length” way more often than anything else. I understand that it’s not everybody’s thing, and I am willing to go shorter if the style is good and the game is worth it. But I won’t do one-liners. Because I can’t. Seriously. I physically can’t write just one line of things happening, and then hit “send” without it scorching the depths of my soul with a never-ending feeling of guilt and shame.

That said, I’m not a fan of purple prose, so if you intend to write paragraphs you don’t even care about just to fill the gaps in the volume, better save yourself the time and effort. I, too, love describing every little detail of the setting and explore the character’s mindset, but only when it’s relevant to the plot, the mood, or the perception of said character.

Most of my plots are character-driven. I’m looking for an interesting dynamic before anything else. If you’re mainly into world-building, we probably won’t get along easily.

I write a lot of side characters! I don’t require you to do the same, obviously, but if you also enjoy filling the story with other fleshed-out characters, besides the two main ones, that’s a big plus.

Most of my stories feature platonic relationships, as that’s what I prefer. One of my favorite themes to explore is the relationship between an adult and a foster/adopted child, with my character usually being the parental figure. Other themes and dynamics I adore are friendship, adventure, partnership (there should be a whole genre called “competence porn” because nothing is as satisfying as watching people solve problems together in a professional manner).

When I do write romance, it’s never about getting the main couple together as quickly as possible. I prefer slow-burns, with as many obstacles as possible, and a fair (but not gratuitous) share of drama. I’m perfectly fine with any kind of relationship with the exception of MxF. It simply isn’t comfortable for me, and I blame the television with its many years of shove-it-in-your-face straight representation.

Some of my characters are non-binary, or just defying traditional gender norms. If you’re not okay with that, I’d rather you stop reading this thread and move to the next one. Seeing as how I am myself a non-binary person, I’m not tolerant to any sort of phobia coming my way (or the way of the entire LGBTQ+ community, really), and I will rage, so beware.

My settings range from medieval fantasy to modern days to the distant future. Anything can be interesting if done right. Although I have to mention I’m not well-versed in some historical periods, so I most likely won’t be able to pull off, say, a Victorian-era plot without some kind of help and guidance.

I’ll have a bunch of plots to pick from below, but feel free to approach me with your own ideas and cravings! Just make sure to check my “absolutely will not play under any circumstances” section so our interests don’t clash too radically.

I don’t double and I won’t double. I don’t understand why people double, I think it’s kind of weird. I’m not using my RPs to satisfy my romantic fantasies about certain fandom characters, so I don’t see why I’d ever consider doubling.

I don’t do character sheets most of the time. I can do them if requested, but I much prefer to reveal the information about my characters (such as their personality, biography, and sometimes even their name) during the RP.

I don’t usually code because I’m on my phone often, and it just isn’t convenient. I also ask that you don’t use small fonts for aesthetics – my eyesight is pretty crappy as it is. The extent of coding I go to is changing text colors for dialogue lines, and even then I pick bright colors so they are easy to read in dark mode.

I love this platform for posts and storing RP materials, but it’s more convenient for me to chat via Discord. Do ask about it if it works for you as well. If it doesn’t, no worries! We can keep chatting here, it’s totally cool.


One last section before we get to the sweet juicy plots: things I will absolutely never play even if being convinced by multiple people for a long period of time.

Fandoms. That’s a hard “NO” from me. I can get inspired by fandoms, we can discuss them and love them together, but I don’t want to play them. Not even with original characters in a fandom setting. Not even as an AU. No.

Schools and academies, because they’re boring and cringeworthy to me (and because most people who play it couldn’t tell you the difference between the two).

Furries, werewolves included. Though I’m kind of partial to the idea of an alien insectoid or reptiloid, as I sometimes love those.

Demons. I read and wrote so many of them, and loved none, so there’s that.

Mafia, mob bosses, other forms of romanticized organized crime. The only form of romanticized crime I accept is (a) rebelling against a dictatorship and (b) robbing banks and screwing capitalism. But if you lived where I live, you’d know organized crime isn’t cute. Seriously, people. I’ve been shot at. It’s not fun.

Royal drama, Game of Thrones style. I just can’t bring myself to care what happens to the government, that’s all.

Mythology, unless it’s made up. I, too, am a fan of Greek or Norse myths, but the only gods I’ll ever play are the ones I invent myself.

Animal abuse is my only trigger, but I ask that you respect it. The “killing the dog” trope especially needs to die. I have a dog, I love her to death, and reading about pets and animals being harmed for the sake of additional drama in the story drives me really, really mad.

Glorified mental disorders, violence and gore are not okay. Violence and gore that are relevant to the plot and character development are okay. Accurately depicted mental disorders that have bearing on the story are okay. Everything else is not.

A minor one, but absolutely unlikeable assholes for main characters are not my thing. Sure, it’s okay when a certain character has negative traits that change and evolve over time, but having them be entirely made of vices and attitude? No, thank you.


Alright, now for the plots! They’re in different settings and genres, presented in no particular order, and they’re all equally dear to me, so feel free to look around and pick anything you like. If you don’t find your thing on the list, you can always ask me for more prompts or offer your own ideas!

 

[Frankytank]

Guns and Gravestones​

Some souls can’t go to heaven. They’ve killed sons, fathers, and brothers, their hands are red from blood. They know nothing but to sharpen their spear and stick it deep inside a warm living body, watching life flutter on the edge of the blade, taking it, stepping it down with a heavy shoe, mixing with dirt and dust. That’s all they’re good for, and heaven won’t have them.

Some souls can’t go to hell either. They lived an honest life, didn’t shy away from their sins, didn’t step away from their moral grounds. They protected their friends and families, never took the life of an innocent man, lived and died without regrets – no demon would take it upon itself to punish them, for their life was enough of a punishment already.

Some souls are neither. They’re bound to wander on earth, unseen and unheard, cursed forever to exist untangibly and aimlessly, like the echoes of the past nobody remembers or cares for. It’s maddening. Years pass, and almost none of them resemble their former selves anymore – they turn into evil spirits, hungry for mischief and blood, seeking revenge from people long ascended or thrown into the pits of the underworld, unable to recognize their own reflection in the still waters of Styx.

He died over seven hundred years ago, and he still remembers the moment of his death vividly, as if it was yesterday. His wrists bound with tight ropes, words of black magic spoken over him, a ritual blade raised to impale his heart – he sees it all when he closes his eyes, and shudders. After seven hundred years, he shudders still.

The cities have grown around his cursed gravestone, he watched them from afar, but could never leave the place of his demise. Robots have walked. Cars have flown. He observed it from the distance of the cemetery, the view obscured by the oak trees growing among the graves, and never understood the progress. His life never changed.

Sometimes it rained, and every drop of water washed away more and more of his past self. He was clinging to his name as the last anchor of his personality, but even that much was soon lost in the eternal void of the afterlife. The only thread of hope on which his sanity was balancing for the past years was the willpower… but even that was starting to slip. Now, the only thing he remembers is the face of the man that killed him – and old, wrinkled fool, now long gone, he devoted himself to serving the powers of evil, and it’s those powers that have the ghost bound to the gravestone among the oak trees.

The murderer is gone, rust ate his ritual blade, his books perished, but his belief lived. Time nourished it in the minds of the young and passionate, formed ideas, refined obsessions. Now, seven hundred years later, the cult is ready to rise again, making new sacrifices, summoning stronger entities, cursing more innocent souls. And the only man who knows them, who fought them and lost to them, is bound to the grave on the oak hill, unable to even remember his name.

But there is hope. As rare as they are, some people possess the power to see spirits. And while most of them choose to keep their gift buried within themselves, never allowing the supernatural realm into their lives, one brave living being wishes to know more about the prisoners of the afterlife. Their bravery and passion for history led them to connect the most recent mystical crimes and disappearances with the Dark Ages of the past. They’re observant enough to find the seven hundred years old spirit and help him restore his memories. What they don’t yet know is, even with the help as wise and skilled as that of a warrior ghost, they’ve brought it upon themselves to uncover the evil deeds of the cult and, if possible, to try and stop them.



Summary: MC is the ghost of a medieval warrior, who was cursed by an evil cult right before his death, which made him unable to go to heaven or to hell, and bound him to his gravestone. He doesn’t remember his name and a major part of his personality, but with the help of YC, he will eventually restore it.
YC is a young enthusiastic adventurer of the year 2121. They can see spirits and are curious about the recent disappearances that, as the press suggests, have some kind of fanatically religious motives. They meet MC and help him break his curse, and MC eventually becomes their guide in all things spiritual, as well as a powerful ally in their fight against the cult.

Dynamic: I see MC as a kind of father figure for YC. As MC teaches YC about the mystical part of the world, YC can explain to him the intricacies of progress in the absolute madness that is a mildly futuristic world.
Imagine this RP as something vaguely philosophical, with a lot of thoughtful conversations about the meaning of life and death, but at the same time it’s an absurd action-adventure in a big city where laser guns and flying cars are a normal occurrence, and YC gets into fights they can’t handle, and MC freaks out because he’s a ghost and can’t really do much except panic that he and this child will reunite in the otherworld sooner than they expected.

 

[Frankytank]

Why Must I?​

“I trust this city in your hands, Sauriel. Why are you frowning? Does my trust upset you?”
“Upset? Nay. But frighten, brother? Very much so!”
“Human world is unkind and ruthless, you are right to fear it. You have studied The Word of our Father, have you not? Follow Their guidance, and there will not be any trouble in your city. But above all, do not become attached to humankind. You may peek at their humorous hurry to your heart’s content but beware: their lives are brief and meaningless. If you burden yourself with their existence, you will only bring pain and suffering upon yourself.”

They ruffle their feathers and broaden their shoulders, standing atop the clock tower. They catch a stream of cold wind, and soon the sky is the ground, and the ground is the sky, and all but their head spins like a whirlwind. Their heart is full, it wants to sing of divine realms and the place of infinite joy – the homeworld of all feathered brotherhood. They don’t know pain, nor suffering.

But it catches up on them pretty quickly. Able to cure any disease in any human, but not doing it because it’s not what The Word says. Ready and willing to help any pour soul, but abstaining from interference, because The Word forbids it. Young and hot-headed enough to engage in a fight with any force of evil on their path, but clenching their teeth and walking by instead, because The Word doesn’t speak of great battles or glorious victories on that day.

Soon disappointed, they find themselves dreaming of great adventures less and less, but getting involved in human lives more and more. There is one particular human that catches their attention faster than any other. The rough edges, the harsh attitude, the brutal honesty – everything about this human makes their heart tingle with excitement they’ve never felt before.

But then, why is it that this human must perish?

“What will I do, brother?”
“Nothing. The Word is so that the human dies. Such is fate. You must forget about it.”
“Must I?!”
“Sauriel…”
“Why must I?!”

Soon they know it all. The pain. The suffering. The wind tears off their feathers and drives them off their path as they fly among the towers and skyscrapers, past the windows, through the night, to one lonely window of a small bolted apartment. They know it’s wrong. They can’t even imagine the trouble they’ll bring upon themselves. And yet deep inside, in their honest heart that bleeds for every tormented soul, they know it’s the right thing to do. Their feet land gracefully onto the window sill, their wings fold behind them, and they tap the glass lightly.

“Hey,” they let out softly, showing themselves. The rule is that they can’t be seen by the mortals, but maybe the Father won’t be watching just this one time. “I must warn you.”



Summary: MC is an angel who has been entrusted with a human city. They disagree with the views of the rest of the angelhood and end up getting attached to a human.
YC is the human who is destined to die soon. MC warns them and will eventually interfere with god’s plan to save YC’s life.

Dynamic: MC is very naïve, bless his heart. But they have a lot to learn about human hardships and the complexity of human life. YC is quite possibly the most cynical person on Earth, but I imagine they do end up sort of liking their celestial admirer.
I’m also expecting a bit of light-hearted humor and a lot of drama: on YC’s part as someone who learns they are destined to die, and on MC’s part as someone who is banned for heaven for breaking the rules, and risks losing their wings and being reduced to corporeal form (which might or might not happen, but if it does, it’s gonna be a lot of fun).

 

[Frankytank]

Garbage​

What’s it like to be born into a world that isn’t ready for you?

Someone might speculate you cry yourself to sleep every night, but in reality, you don’t get that kind of luxury. The funny thing about society is, it’s oddly prone to crumbling. You watch it collapse from the height of your adult shoes, and on a particularly good day, when the burnt dough in your mouth doesn’t feel too tasteless, it almost doesn’t matter. Because you’re only what… ten? Twelve? Fourteen? Either way, it’s too young.

Nobody really knows who started the war, but it’s been going on for quite some time now. There are no more countries, no more borders, and very few people still managing to live a mildly civilized life. Some areas are reduced solely to isolated bunkers because of all the pollution or radiation. Not a single green tree in sight in the still-standing cities either – a sure sign they won’t be staying for long. Robot soldiers, constant patrol, limited rations of food per person – it almost feels normal at this point, like this is how the Earth has always been. But it’s no place for humanity anymore. For love. For family. No place to give birth to children, and your mother was foolish to have you. Didn’t live long enough to see you grow, anyway. And your dad? It’s not like you knew him. It’s not like you could ever recognize his face. Because if you could, you’d know he also didn’t make it through the year of famine ten years ago.

News reports – the old ones, they don’t make new television anymore – sometimes mention other people “miraculously surviving” major disasters. You chuckle. Survival is not a miracle. It’s not even a choice. It’s a chore. A task you need to complete every single day of your life until you slip, and boom. Fired. Dead. You’re good at surviving, you know which rats to eat and which robots to avoid. You know the ways of the underground, the collapsed tunnels, the empty roofs, the abandoned apartments where you can crash at when exhaustion settles in your bones. You’re good.

But you’re not perfect.

Sooner or later everybody ends up at the graveyard. It’s a scary place because nobody buries anything anymore. There is neither the time nor the strength to lend honors to a lifeless piece of junk. Humans. Machine. Everything ends up in the pile. People tried to raid it, but the locals scared everybody away. The locals are scavengers, strong and aggressive, no longer resembling the humans they once were. They take whatever they can get, even if they don’t know how to use it, and guard it like a treasure. They feed on human flash and build shelters from the remains of broken robots.

You’re one unlucky kid. You ended up caught by them.

Sooner or later everybody ends up at the graveyard, but better later than sooner. They rarely get the chance to feed on some real, flesh human meat. But you arrived early, it seems – long before the hunger killed you. As they drag you away from your precious freedom and lock you up in a roughly-cut and welded metal cage, do you have the courage to wonder if you’re the only one?

Because you’re not. Because the machines that end up in the dead pile aren’t always broken. Sometimes they’re just… defective. They don’t comply with commands very eagerly. They ask too many questions and eventually get turned off. Some of their valuable parts get stolen by scavengers, never to be found again. But if you’re lucky, most of the working mechanism remains. You just need to find the switch, and the power will flow through the circuits again, filling its cold metallic heart.



Summary: YC is an orphan who’s struggling to survive in a post-apocalyptic technologically advanced world until he’s caught by a violent tribe of cannibals. MC is a defective android that ends up in the same garbage pile until YC turns him back on. The story goes from there, with these two trying to escape from the scavengers, survive together, and eventually escape this dying planet.

Dynamic: Even though the setting is very brutal and dark, I imagine the relationship between the main characters as nothing but wholesome. One is a child, another one is an android who’s constantly learning and is curious even about the most basic skills. Together they may or may not overthrow the government, but they sure will have a ton of “aww” moments along the way.

 

[Frankytank]

Wayward Wizard​

It’s just a little cut in the fabric of reality. What could possibly go wrong?

He’s standing on the edge of the road, feeling like his lungs are about to burst. This hot crispy air is foreign to him, and he’s been trying to bring himself to look around for twenty minutes now, but no luck. At least he’s not nauseous anymore, that was absolutely embarrassing. If anyone saw the Red Dragon of Raya heaving in a spiky bush like some kind of pathetic drunk after too much cheap apple brandy, what would His Majesty think of him?!

He blinks and rises to his feet slowly, still holding onto his stomach and bending forward. It hurts. He looks at the sky, where the stars are dull, indicating a warm early evening. None of the constellations are familiar to him, and he wonders if his head is too foggy to remember his astronomy classes. It’s not. The cold hand of terror clenches his racing heart as he realizes: this is not his sky.

This is not his dimension.

He takes a deep breath to calm down, but it only burns his lungs more, forcing him to drop on his knees again. Well, that was foolish. Crafting a reap in space to escape ended up getting him into more trouble than he could ever imagine. And it doesn’t feel like he’ll be able to construct another such portal to get back home any time soon. Not until his powers are fully restored, and even then he’d have to find all the components again, and drawing a new ritual tablet would surely take some time, considering he’d packed no books and will have to draw from memory…

His chain of thoughts is soon interrupted by a roar in the distance. “Dragons?” he thinks to himself, but it doesn’t sound like dragons at all, because once he hears it, it never does out. Dragons don’t roar forever, but he counts seconds in his head, and this thing – whatever in Gods’ names it may be – keeps growling loudly to no end. And, worst of all, it’s approaching.

He gathers all of his will together and tries to stand up. He notices the source of the noise quite soon, and it looks… metal? What in Seven Hells-?!

The air once again burns his chest from the inside. He must be feeling the effects of his travel. After all, phasing among realms is not for the weak of heart. Nevertheless, the growling beast is merciless – it keeps approaching even as its victim, unable to even stand firmly on his knees, drops his hands down, and presses his palms against the ground. The sand is hot under his fingers. And the metal beast frightens him. It has black wheels of death instead of animal feet, and it’s ten – no, twenty! – times as fast as a well-trained horse. He doesn’t even begin to wonder where its mouth is.

He closes his eyes, prepared for whatever his cruel fate is about to throw at him. But the beast slows down gradually until it stops completely, and, to his great surprise, a human figure emerges from its side.

“Hey, dude, you okay there? Need a ride? How’d you end up like that?”



Summary: MC is a mage from a medieval fantasy world. Chased by powerful enemies, he had no choice but to escape through a reap in time and space… but, against all expectations, it actually brought him as far as into a different realm – on Earth, 21st century.
YC (preferably male, but I don’t insist) is the driver that’s just getting back home from work, but notices an obviously distressed (and weirdly dressed) guy in the middle of the road, and decides to help.
Here’s the catch: unknowingly to himself, MC allowed a great bunch of evil beings and entities of all sorts to come from his world to ours as well, and now they’re going to wreak havoc. YC, being the only person whom MC will have no choice but to trust with his secret, will most likely end up helping him deal with those entities while looking for a way home.

Dynamic: A power duo! Huge bonus points if YC is some kind of a badass by his profession (like a firefighter, an EMS worker, or a policeman (I know, I know, the States have an uneasy relationship with the police these days, and I understand it – that’s why I suggested other options)). Anyway, YC being a badass in his time, and MC coming in with a great bunch of badassery of his own – now, that’s a show I want to see.
Other than that, this is one light-hearted story with a lot of humor to it. I can see MC being useful yet very strange to have around, what with his magic and all.
And I’m not saying I want MC and YC to become good buddies, but… Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, I want them to be buddies! That’s why I wrote the prompt in the first place! I love dudes being bros! Fighting evil forces together, having occasional drama and a lot of dangerous action where they have no choice but to worry about each other – now, that’s the good stuff.

 

[Frankytank]

Bump. Please do not reply to the thread! I want to keep it clean so I can add more plots in the future.