Captainsassypants
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Hello all, I'm CaptainSassypants you can call me Captin, sas, or Sassy, or whatever wild nickname you can come up with. So I'm finally free from the prison that is college, for winter break and as usual, I'm looking for a roleplay or two to fill my time. So let's just get into this, shall we?
Expectations:
Disclaimer: I'm not going to pretend I'm not picky because I am. So I'm going to be upfront about the things I'm looking for if you can meet them then great but please don't contact me if you have no intentions of meeting my expectations.
- I'm a Multi-Para writer posts range from 500 to 1000+ words I'm looking for someone able to keep up with that.
-I'm 21 and I personally feel most comfortable roleplaying with partners 18+ seeing as romance/ mature themes are usually involved.
-I mainly prefer playing female main characters in MxF pairing so I'm looking for someone to play a Male main. I have no problem playing any number of side characters of any gender or orientation though and I expect you to be able to do the same
- I like complex well-planned plots that usually involve lots of twists and characters but I don't like being the one to carry it I need someone equally capable of driving the story forward and bringing new ideas to the table
- Since I'm on break for about a month I was hoping for someone who'd be able to post on a fairly regular basis. Once a day at the very least is preferable, more than that would be nice. I do realize that's kind of a lot to ask so I'm flexible on this one.
- A small note on Faceclaims: I'd prefer if we could use anime or illustrations. Realistic face claims sometimes make me uncomfortable.
Contacting me:
If after reading everything you're still interested please contact me through PM. Let me know which prompts caught your eye, any other interests or preferences you might have, and if possible please also provide a writing sample of what a typical post of yours would look like as to make it easier to tell if we'd be compatible. Please don't just say interested and nothing else I need something to work with
“Why do you apologize?” Persephone asked in confusion, her breath more labored than usual.
“Because Had- I couldn’t... “ Hecate sighed “Nothing.” She leaned her head back eyes closing in distress like she couldn’t stand to look at her.
Persephone’s brow furrowed further, lips pressed together in a hard frown. She didn’t understand, that much was clear. She shifted closer to the other woman placing a hand on her shoulder “Celena, It’s alright..”
“No.” Hecate snapped quickly and an uncomfortable silence followed. She hated going by that name, it was not hers. Most of all she hated that is was the only name Persephone knew her by anymore. Persephone had drawn her hand away looking like a scolded child.
Hecate sighed again opening her eyes, expression softening. Persephone was not the same, she was fooling herself if she thought she was. She should have been angry, screaming, hysterical- But she wasn’t any of those things. She was only confused. If she were herself she wouldn’t have been trying to comfort her, she would hate her. If Persephone couldn’t hate her then Hecate would just have to hate herself for her.
More silence passed Hecate pushed herself back to her feet and ripped the mask from her face throwing it on the ground. She was in no mood for festivals.She wanted to leave this night behind.
“Andreas was still-”
“I know.” Hecate cut Persephone off. The gravity of it sunk in and Persephone blinked. The image of Hades surrounded by wolves came back and her face fell. Hecate watched her cautiously as if waiting for a fuse to ignite.
“We have to go back.”
“We can’t, there’s no way” She had drained too much power as it was. It would be a while before she was strong enough. She might have been able to traverse the ether to go back for him but she was not confident she could get them out again. All the passages were undoubtedly blocks by now. That was a damning thought but there wasn’t anything more that could be done.
“I’m sure people are working on it, he might have already made it out.” Hecate didn’t believe it any more than Persephone seemed to. “Come, you are hurt. Let’s go home we will wait for word there.”
She didn’t want to but finally, Persephone nodded. They made their way back home in silence. The celebration filling the streets was a blur. Whispers of the Huntress had caught on spreading like a wildfire. Hecate caught the murmurs of conversations as they passed. No one knew who or what she was. To Persephone, it was only noise. None of it felt quite real to her. The smoke was gone but she still felt surrounded by a haze. The stinging of the gash Artemis’ arrow left and the feeling of warm sticky blood dripping down her arm was the only thing drawing her back to herself. She wondered where Lukas and Lillian and gone, knowing they had at least made it out was one comfort.
They returned to a darkened townhome. It was nice but nowhere near as lavish or expansive as the Beckwith Estate. It was Demeter’s way of ensuring her daughter was taken care of without drawing too much attention. Persephone when straight for her room. She pulled her mask off and gingerly placed it on top her dresser The flowers that adorned it, were faded and coated in dust. When she looked it, it did not bring her anywhere near the same enjoyment it had when she put it on at the beginning of the night. She peeled off her cloak and dress. Hecate returned from somewhere else in the house with bandages and a bowl of warm water.
Neither of them said a word. Hecate focused on cleaning and wrapping up Persephone’s arm. The wound she had been given was shallow it looked worse than it was. Had she still had her godliness it would have already shown signs of healing. Hecate still despised it. It was a sign of her failure. Every once in a while her eyes darted to Persephone’s face. She wondered what she was thinking she was so quiet. I was unlike her.
All the while Persephone stared ahead watching the shadow an oil lamp cast on her wall. The events of that night replayed in her head. Artemis, Lukas, and Lillian all plagued her but it was Hades that plagued her most. She couldn’t make sense of what had happened but she did know why there was a gnawing pit in her stomach making her feel sick.
Persephone had not noticed when Hecate had finished, only when she stood to leave. She reached out catching her wrist. She shifted back on her bed, laying on her side in a loose fetal position, hands tucked under her head. Hecate paused like she might have been contemplating something but she set the bowl and extra bandages aside and took up the space Persephone had made for her. They laid facing each other in the dimly lit room.
Persephone’s breathing slowed, Hecate thought she might have started to fall asleep- she hoped she would but that hope was dashed when like a bell the soft whisper of her voice cut through the silence.
“Cee, who is Hades?”
“What?” Her eyes widened shocked registering on her features before she could stop it.
“Hades, you told him to run before we escaped...And that woman, The Huntress, she said the name too. Who is he? Why did you both know him?”
She didn’t know. Hecate relaxed but her expression did not lighten. If anything it was pained.
“He is no one, now go to sleep.”
“Because Had- I couldn’t... “ Hecate sighed “Nothing.” She leaned her head back eyes closing in distress like she couldn’t stand to look at her.
Persephone’s brow furrowed further, lips pressed together in a hard frown. She didn’t understand, that much was clear. She shifted closer to the other woman placing a hand on her shoulder “Celena, It’s alright..”
“No.” Hecate snapped quickly and an uncomfortable silence followed. She hated going by that name, it was not hers. Most of all she hated that is was the only name Persephone knew her by anymore. Persephone had drawn her hand away looking like a scolded child.
Hecate sighed again opening her eyes, expression softening. Persephone was not the same, she was fooling herself if she thought she was. She should have been angry, screaming, hysterical- But she wasn’t any of those things. She was only confused. If she were herself she wouldn’t have been trying to comfort her, she would hate her. If Persephone couldn’t hate her then Hecate would just have to hate herself for her.
More silence passed Hecate pushed herself back to her feet and ripped the mask from her face throwing it on the ground. She was in no mood for festivals.She wanted to leave this night behind.
“Andreas was still-”
“I know.” Hecate cut Persephone off. The gravity of it sunk in and Persephone blinked. The image of Hades surrounded by wolves came back and her face fell. Hecate watched her cautiously as if waiting for a fuse to ignite.
“We have to go back.”
“We can’t, there’s no way” She had drained too much power as it was. It would be a while before she was strong enough. She might have been able to traverse the ether to go back for him but she was not confident she could get them out again. All the passages were undoubtedly blocks by now. That was a damning thought but there wasn’t anything more that could be done.
“I’m sure people are working on it, he might have already made it out.” Hecate didn’t believe it any more than Persephone seemed to. “Come, you are hurt. Let’s go home we will wait for word there.”
She didn’t want to but finally, Persephone nodded. They made their way back home in silence. The celebration filling the streets was a blur. Whispers of the Huntress had caught on spreading like a wildfire. Hecate caught the murmurs of conversations as they passed. No one knew who or what she was. To Persephone, it was only noise. None of it felt quite real to her. The smoke was gone but she still felt surrounded by a haze. The stinging of the gash Artemis’ arrow left and the feeling of warm sticky blood dripping down her arm was the only thing drawing her back to herself. She wondered where Lukas and Lillian and gone, knowing they had at least made it out was one comfort.
They returned to a darkened townhome. It was nice but nowhere near as lavish or expansive as the Beckwith Estate. It was Demeter’s way of ensuring her daughter was taken care of without drawing too much attention. Persephone when straight for her room. She pulled her mask off and gingerly placed it on top her dresser The flowers that adorned it, were faded and coated in dust. When she looked it, it did not bring her anywhere near the same enjoyment it had when she put it on at the beginning of the night. She peeled off her cloak and dress. Hecate returned from somewhere else in the house with bandages and a bowl of warm water.
Neither of them said a word. Hecate focused on cleaning and wrapping up Persephone’s arm. The wound she had been given was shallow it looked worse than it was. Had she still had her godliness it would have already shown signs of healing. Hecate still despised it. It was a sign of her failure. Every once in a while her eyes darted to Persephone’s face. She wondered what she was thinking she was so quiet. I was unlike her.
All the while Persephone stared ahead watching the shadow an oil lamp cast on her wall. The events of that night replayed in her head. Artemis, Lukas, and Lillian all plagued her but it was Hades that plagued her most. She couldn’t make sense of what had happened but she did know why there was a gnawing pit in her stomach making her feel sick.
Persephone had not noticed when Hecate had finished, only when she stood to leave. She reached out catching her wrist. She shifted back on her bed, laying on her side in a loose fetal position, hands tucked under her head. Hecate paused like she might have been contemplating something but she set the bowl and extra bandages aside and took up the space Persephone had made for her. They laid facing each other in the dimly lit room.
Persephone’s breathing slowed, Hecate thought she might have started to fall asleep- she hoped she would but that hope was dashed when like a bell the soft whisper of her voice cut through the silence.
“Cee, who is Hades?”
“What?” Her eyes widened shocked registering on her features before she could stop it.
“Hades, you told him to run before we escaped...And that woman, The Huntress, she said the name too. Who is he? Why did you both know him?”
She didn’t know. Hecate relaxed but her expression did not lighten. If anything it was pained.
“He is no one, now go to sleep.”
Interests:
Romance:
I'm trash and always a sucker for a good romance as long as it's well written and the characters have good chemistry. I'm not looking for love-at-first-sight, they lived happily ever after nonsense.
Genres + themes I like
-Historical
-Fantasy
-Supernatural( demons, Vampires, ghosts, etc... (except Zombies))
-Drama
-Angst
-Dark characters/ themes
Limits:
I honestly don't have any limits. If you have any please let me know I'd like to be respectful of them.
-Prompts-
"There’s a price for everything,” the demon murmured. They traced their finger down the woman’s throat, along racing pulse point, stopping when a sharp nail reached above her heart. It cut through the material of her dress with hopeless ease at even so casual gesture. The demon’s gaze fixed on her with an intent and unmistakable hunger. “You,” the demon continued. “Were mine.”
“No one else is authorized to trade my soul.”
“Oh, it wasn’t your soul that your beloved promised me.”
“No one else is authorized to trade my soul.”
“Oh, it wasn’t your soul that your beloved promised me.”
“Perhaps your servant can see to my needs?” The visiting noble smiled, eyes fixed on the King as if they were unaware of the cheek of presuming to have the King’s personal servant at use.
The servant looked to the King, because surely they would say no? From the rumors going around, the noble was not known for his kindness.
Their King looked at the noble with an unreadable expression. Cool. Then they gestured a hand, the same hand that had drawn the servant close so tenderly the night before and stroked their hair with such affection.
The servant’s stomach dropped.
The servant looked to the King, because surely they would say no? From the rumors going around, the noble was not known for his kindness.
Their King looked at the noble with an unreadable expression. Cool. Then they gestured a hand, the same hand that had drawn the servant close so tenderly the night before and stroked their hair with such affection.
The servant’s stomach dropped.
“Should you be spending so much time at the shrine of a dead god?” asked the old god. “They can’t help you anymore.”
“I’m not looking for their help,” they replied. They continued to tidy the place up, replacing the withered flowers with fresh ones. “I like it here, it’s peaceful. Why are you here then at the shrine of a dead god if you think it’s so useless?”
A smile twitched the old god’s face. “I like it here,” the old god replied. “There are pretty flowers.”
“I’m not looking for their help,” they replied. They continued to tidy the place up, replacing the withered flowers with fresh ones. “I like it here, it’s peaceful. Why are you here then at the shrine of a dead god if you think it’s so useless?”
A smile twitched the old god’s face. “I like it here,” the old god replied. “There are pretty flowers.”
“Dearest. Darling. Sweetheart,” the protagonist flatly recited the list of endearments the antagonist was most likely to wield in their conversations. “You’re play acting at intimacy again. God, it must be desperately lonely being you.”
“Oh, love. I’m not the one play acting at anything – if I wanted to be intimate with you, baby, I’d bother to learn your name.”
“Oh, love. I’m not the one play acting at anything – if I wanted to be intimate with you, baby, I’d bother to learn your name.”
“You’re not their obsession or even their enemy, you’re a business transaction.” Their rival stayed lazily where they sat, even as the argument around the room halted, even as their gaze locked intent on the protagonist. “So, let me talk business with them.”
“You think you can outbid the competition and put a better offer on the table?”
“I think you’re a pretty package that I am more than capable of selling.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“It’s business, love. Trust doesn’t come into it.”
“You think you can outbid the competition and put a better offer on the table?”
“I think you’re a pretty package that I am more than capable of selling.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“It’s business, love. Trust doesn’t come into it.”
“What, am I some kind of prisoner, then?”
“You.” They smiled tightly. “Are an untrustworthy, backstabbing, flight risk. I’m not stupid enough to let you out of my sight.
“You.” They smiled tightly. “Are an untrustworthy, backstabbing, flight risk. I’m not stupid enough to let you out of my sight.
“Oh, you’re a fairy-tale of a girl, aren’t you?” the witch murmured, caressing a thumb over her lips. “Full of blood and justice. Let the crows peck out the heart of the world so long as the princess gets her happy ending, hm?”
“It’s funny,” the vampire murmured. “Everyone always thinks about zombies having visions for eating brains, but it never seems to occur to them that blood spills its own stories too. It always has done.”
The human swallowed, backing up a step as the vampire continued to prowl closer. “What did you see?”
“Everything.”
The human swallowed, backing up a step as the vampire continued to prowl closer. “What did you see?”
“Everything.”
“It’s dangerous out there.” The villain wrapped their arms around tight around the civilian, a fraction too tight perhaps, and drew them close.
The civilian shook still stunned by the horrors they had witnessed. “How could someone do something like that? All those people - all that damage -”
“It’s alright, I have you now. God, I could have lost you-”
They babbled over each other. The villain; horrified that the civilian could have been lost to them in the madness when they should never have been close to the carnage at all. The civilian; blind, reeling at the seeming bravery of the villain in saving them. Dizzy with relief that they were both safe.
The civilian shook still stunned by the horrors they had witnessed. “How could someone do something like that? All those people - all that damage -”
“It’s alright, I have you now. God, I could have lost you-”
They babbled over each other. The villain; horrified that the civilian could have been lost to them in the madness when they should never have been close to the carnage at all. The civilian; blind, reeling at the seeming bravery of the villain in saving them. Dizzy with relief that they were both safe.
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darn, you're right. I'll save that for my next interest check.
