Don't get me started, love, I've had too much to drink. [F for M]

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Update 10/27
I really really wanna do the thing I posted in a reply to this thread. Really bad!

Hi there! I've been away for some time, but I'm back and looking to get back into the groove. While I'm probably a bit rusty, I think I can still perform satisfactorily.

I'm not a very serious person; I like to have fun with characters and the words that make their worlds up. It's always nice when someone's writing really inspires me and makes it so I can't wait to reply. c: When it comes to my writing comfort zone, I can do anything from a paragraph to around six paragraphs for the average post. But it really depends on what is going on in the story, and how much there is to respond to. Honestly, I don't want to read a half dozen paragraphs about useless, unnecessary, noncontributory information.

I like playing girls who aren't going to topple over and shatter like a china doll. No damsels in distress. Girls who aren't afraid of making the first move. That sort of thing. Power struggles intrigue me, so I don't think I could ever really enjoy writing under the guise of a completely subservient character. It just doesn't sound fun.

I'm 24. I'd like to play a character somewhere between the ages of 16 and 26. My preference is that your character be somewhere in the realm of 26 to 45ish. I really, really like age gaps. It's just such a fun dynamic for me, I can't resist!

I also really want a role play that balances story and smut appropriately. Some stories will be more plot-based than others, but I'm most certainly not looking for one long smut show. I want our characters to develop together. I want things to go bad sometimes. Honestly, I like role plays that can get dark at times and be lighthearted and fun other times. Sometimes you gotta drag a character through hell to see what they're really made of.

Anyways, I'm going to list pairings/ideas that I'm interested in. Even if I indicate that I have a plot idea for something, I'd still like to collaborate and/or listen to your ideas all the same! The role in bold will be my character. An asterisk means I have a plot idea, or multiple, and an exclamation point would indicate a craving. Also, mixing pairings or scenarios can be fun!

Apocalypse * !
Author x muse * !
Cop x person of interest *
Daughter-in-law x father-in-law * !
Married neighbor x girl next door *
Parolee x parole officer
Penitent x Priest * !
Pot dealer x regular customer
Room/housemates *
Therapist/psychologist x patient !
Uncle x niece * !

I'm always open to new ideas! Just run them past me, I'd love to listen.

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Fleshed out plots or intros:

And you're wasted, I can taste it [not open]

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"I know mom died, Rosie, but it's better than seeing you like this." The words stabbed mercilessly into her, winding in-between bones and cartilage to strike her very core. "You dropped out, I know you've been stealing from me, and I can't support you the way you are anymore. It's been years, Rose. I've moved on. Your brother moved on. You need to move on, too." Pale blue-green eyes stared, blankly, at the weary older man leaning against the frame of her bedroom door--her father. Beleaguered with stress and a faint sense of hopelessness, he just stared at the floor as he addressed his twenty-three-year-old daughter. "I talked to (Your Character) the other day, about you. People were worried for a while, now they've just about given up. You've got one last shot, he said he'd take you in but you need to knock this shit off," the man sighed, nearly exasperated.

Rosaline tapped her slender fingers together, still at a loss for words. She knew that things were bad, and that she was only making things worse... but she never thought the day would come where her family didn't want her around anymore. After everything she had been putting them through, the past few years, it all finally clicked: she was miserable and, in her torrent of self-destruction, was clearly trying to take the people who cared down with her. The young woman pulled her long, artificially gray hair back into a bun, pondering what to say. "I'm sorry, dad... one more chance? Please?"

His hand collided against the wall perhaps a bit harder than he intended. "Fuck, no," he seemed to growl, "you don't work. You don't go to school. You go out and get drunk and do whatever whenever you want with money that isn't yours, sometimes for days on end without so much as a fucking word, Rose. No. I can't handle this anymore. You're an adult. I've given you too many chances as it is." He turned to leave, clenching his hands into tight fists. A sigh as he looked towards his eldest child. "(YC) even bought you a plane ticket and everything. You can have a carryon and two checked bags. Your trip is tomorrow."

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Everything passed as a blur--time, emotions, packing. The young woman couldn't even collect herself enough to cry about everything going on. Or, perhaps, she knew this day was inevitable. Perhaps she agreed with what her father had done, on some base level.

The flight went without a hitch, although she hadn't liked the look on one airport security guy's face when she went through the cylindrical strip down machine. It was uncomfortable, but she lived. Rose's hair was parted down the middle, each side braided down along the sides of her face. Lightly clinging to her body was a charcoal-colored dress, a mesh cut out that exposed her shoulders and clavicle starting just above her breasts. (Here.) Below the end of her dress were two flashes of pale thigh between dress' hem and the tops of her thigh-high stockings, a sheer white themselves.

She looked around for (YC), her carryon in tow, near the baggage claim area; after all, that's where she was told her uncle would be. It had been almost four years since she had last seen him, and that was only very briefly at her mother's funeral. Rose wasn't entirely as convinced as everyone else in her family that her bad behavior was part of some grieving process, but it was the idea everyone else was sold on... while she often pondered if she was just a bad person in general.

(Sooooo your character is her uncle! Either he's the brother of deceased mother, or we could alter it so he's the husband of Rose's mom's sister if infidelity is a booster for ya, or if blood-related incest isn't your bag. I want this to be both humorous and kind of dark. I'm thinking YC is a quiet creative type, perhaps a counselor or social worker. Maybe he's a novelist. Or a teacher. But he's got to be emotionally stable enough that it would make sense for a booze-addled intellectual derelict to be handed off to him. I kind of like the idea of them feeding into each other, both ways--so she'd be getting him out of his comfort zone with certain things. I don't know. Blah.

To state this clearly: Rosaline/Rose/Rosie is 23, bordering on being an alcoholic, likely definitely smokes weed, is not entirely submissive, is intelligent but does very little with her innate gifts, et cetera... she's not very demure or graceful. I just want to stress that before you decide you want to play this with me. I'd like your character to be 33+, preferably.

This, before the parenthesis, is my intro you're ready to go right off the bat. Though you're always welcome to discuss things with me ooc any time about anything, as well.)