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[Nali]

One on One Adult RP Search

Salutations! I hope you are all well. I’m Nali, and the purpose of this thread is to find some like-minded partners for some fun, novel-like roleplay!

Novel-like? Well, yes! Our characters, an original setting, a plot we’ve built together. Novel-like, to me, doesn’t mean paragraphs upon paragraphs for a response, but more of a roleplay that reads like a novel. Sometimes we’ll be inspired to write more than usual, and other times something short and sweet is all that’s needed. All that matters is:

- The cast is believable.
- The plot is moved by the both of us.
- We have fun and enjoy spending our time together!

Plotting and planning is something I am very open with. I understand that, for some players, it is a valuable way of understanding and being within the same mental path as one’s partner. This isn’t a requirement with me, however! I work just was well ‘on my feet’ as they say. I only ask that, if there is a certain plot line or something you’d like to develop for your character(s) out of a scenario, please let me know! I like throwing in curve balls here and there and contributing at random, so I’d hate to ruin something that has my partner so excited without knowing so.

I also ask that if the roleplay is no longer fun for you to please communicate that to me! If you’d like to try and salvage it by opening the narrative with me I’d be more than happy to talk—but I do understand that sometimes a clean break and a ‘thank you for the roleplay’ is what one can feel is best to happen.

TL;DR
Let’s make something fun together and talk if there are any problems!

With all of that aside, on to some of my personal interests to see if we share some, hm?

Medieval / Fantasy

My joy knows no bounds for this genre, especially when it comes down to High Fantasy. I love magics, I love the idea of it. I think it can be so strong, but therefore also heavily overpowered if one doesn’t create proper restrictions for their characters. I love the challenge of keeping them in check! I also love different races. Elves, Drow, Orcs!

Science Fiction

I love me some Stargate! Was raise on it, along with Doctor Who, Farscape, Star Trek, Star Wars, Galaxina... The idea of exploring different planets is a treat, or living in a junker vessel recovering artifacts. Robotics, cyborgs, alien races! Fun, fun stuff to be had.

Modern

Sometimes role playing reality can be nice. I wish ours was kinder right now, but that’s why we can envision something different! Slice of life, maybe something supernatural? Oh... That sounds lovely!

Supernatural

Ghosts, ghouls, weres, vampires, you name it! I like them. I like a lot of things, I’ve come to notice.

Suspense, Horror, Thrillers, etc.

Hitchcock, Lovecraft, King, Stine. I like to think of these as spices to add to the story, and to give them more flavor.

Romance and Sex

I love romance. The falling part is probably the best part ever! A good, slow burn is awesome. Kinks? I am currently working on a list of O&O's (I'm new here!) but I can summarize in hopes it helps: no form of potty play, ball crushing, excessive pain, vore, gore. I enjoy playing females mostly but have been known to throw my fair share of men into the works. I dislike playing monster girls, and will play some anthros (that are more human in appearance but will posses some traits of the desired animal, like antlers or bunny ears for example.) I lean more towards the submissive side. Please do not hesitate to ask me something. I do not judge, and I will be honest and respectful to you. I'm fine with con and non-con.

In Conclusion:

That’s just a bit of my likes and dislikes and such. In the post below I’ll be writing some ideas. Feel free to shoot me a private message if you’d like to roleplay! I do have a Discord that is available upon request.

Below is a list of plot ideas I have currently. More will come as the time goes by! I'll always update my subject line with a date edited and if I've added plots or anything.

Plot Ideas

Medieval / Fantasy Idea #1: Dungeon &...?

MC(s) and YC(s) wake in a dungeon with positively no recollection as to how they got there. They remember who they are, what they did, and what talents they have about them. Aside from that it’s all a mystery. The last thing they remember is all the same, however, and that is for us to plot out together and see where we’d like to take it from there.

Medieval / Fantasy Idea #2: The Dibbling Candlestick

The Dribbling Candlestick is an inn unlike any other. It is a mansion of a place, with rooms upon rooms of men and women all ripe for the choosing. They are of all sorts of races, and they are there for you to rent for a night, or perhaps you'd have something else in mind?...

Modern / Fantasy / Supernatural Idea #1

Veil, Ohio is a town nestled between rolling acres of farm land. It has a town square, a bar, some basic shops like a barber’s, butchers, and things of that ilk. Upon moving to it YC/MC is prepared to start life anew, but the townsfolk hardly seem normal. Long glances and soft murmurs become the least of the worries, however, as the night draws new mysteries: howls, screeches, and strange winds to name a few.
When another newcomer arrives shortly after YC/MC settle in, a new worry  adds itself to the list: murder.

Sample Posts

Sample Post #1

Plan B was the hottest strip club just outside of New York City, one where degenerates and ruffians spent their every last dollar to see a plump, juicy ass, and a luscious pair of perky tits right before their very eyes. Some patrons were hard working businessmen who needed motivation to go home and fuck their trophy wives who were so vanilla with sex that it hurt. Others were simply addicted to the thought that a woman’s attention could be bought with money. No matter the motivation, Plan B was busy every night of the week because their girls were gorgeous, protected, and worth every cent spent. Scarlett Red was one of those girls, and no, Scarlett Red wasn’t her stripper name. She was Cherry when she was within the walls of Plan B, and she was a celebrity in her own right.

Everyone who goes to the club knows Cherry. If they didn’t, they’d know her just by looking at her. She had a body to die for; one that screamed that Pilates and Yoga were a past time, one with full breasts and an apple bottom with more than enough cushion for lots of pushing. Her long, chocolate hair was always loose and wild when she danced, and framed her face to accentuate her bright blue eyes and high cheek bones. She was a beauty that required no filter, for not even her thick, full, plush lips that were practically stained crimson needed much attention. Cherry existed every Friday and Saturday night, and she was Scarlett every other day of the week.

Scarlett was a student at Columbia University, working on her bachelors in theatrical arts. She moved to New York from Georgia, where her sweet peach was raised by two drug addicted foster parents who’d told her on a daily basis that she wouldn’t amount to anything other than a mouth to fuck. She’d no regrets leaving them behind. She’d never known her true family, though she often wondered what they were like, but delving on it was out of the question. She was twenty, finally in college, and ready to start living her life. The only thing she needed was...

“Holy shit, Cher, no wonder why you only work the weekends,” said Amber, who suddenly sat beside Cherry in the dressing room. “If I made money like that, though? I’d work every night for a year and retire after.”

The dressing room had a simple setup. It had pale blue lockers that lined the right and left walls for the girls to squirrel away their bags. The furthest wall held vanities for the girls to use when they prepared for their night of dancing, or in this case, to help them wipe off their makeup just before heading home. Scarlett was using her vanity as a makeshift till, up until Amber had come beside her. She’d quickly started to collect her earnings and thrust them into her Michael Kors bag.

“What is it that you do anyway, during the week?” Amber prodded. “You started working here what—five months ago—and we’ve hardly talked. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you talk to anyone much.”

“Oh, I don’t do much. Hang out with my friends, mostly.” Her friends from college who had no idea that she was a stripper, that was. “Just make some fun money here.”

“I see...” The stripper shrugged, watching as the brunette stood. “Well, that’s cool I guess.”

“Yeah.”

The pair fell silent as Scarlett moved to her locker, letting her black bag fall to the floor with a soft thump as she opened her cubby. She’d pull out the pair of black yoga pants she’d been wearing earlier and stepped into them, pulling them up and over her long, tan legs until they covered her red g-string in full. She’d grabbed her red tank top next and slipped it on over her lacy bra, pulling the garment down so that it stretched to her navel. Once her jean jacket was on, she’d step out of her stilettos and into her ballerina flats. It was time to go home, and she couldn’t wait to be there. Walking home alone at night was always something she dreaded. After throwing her stripper shoes into the locker, Scarlett would pick up her bag and turned to the blonde.

“I, uh...” She started, biting her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this. I usually just keep work separate, you know? But I hope you have a nice night. Maybe we can have a drink after work next Friday or something.”

Amber’s green eyes lit with a smile at the invitation, and the thin, fragile woman would turn to her and nodded vigorously. “That’d be great! Like, super great.”

Scarlett smiled, shrugging thoughtfully. “See you next week then.”

“Totally!”

As the door to the dressing room closed behind her, Amber could be heard squealing with anticipation. It seemed to Scarlett that maybe the blonde was just lonely and needed someone to chat with, and what harm could there be with a drink? Chuckling beneath her breath, Cherry paid her dues at the door with the owner, Bastion, and set course for home.

A New York evening was never without ‘entertainment,’ at least through the rough parts Scarlett had to walk to get home. A shadow couldn’t be trusted, and the sound of someone being close meant you had to hurry your ass up and never look back. Then there were nights when you knew something bad was inevitably going to happen—be it someone jumped out and startled you, or a looming terror clung to your breath and raised the hairs on the back of your neck. That night was one of those nights.

It was three in the morning and the street lights were overcast by fog, one strong enough that even the wind couldn’t help alleviate. The silence was of the still kind, until a rough cough from behind her scared Scarlett into a gasp. She’d just passed an alley and heard the shuffle of a glass bottle rolling across blacktop, and the sound of heavy footsteps slowly coming to life. Not wanting to stick around to find out who those footsteps belonged to, the brunette took herself into the next alley and made her way into the looming darkness between the two tall buildings. Feeling her way around a dumpster, the woman would do her best to calm her racing heart as she hid. In that shadow she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sounds around her. No footsteps sounded. No raspy cough rang out. She’d rested there for moments until she felt satisfied enough to open her eyes, and that’s when her panic began.

The street which she’d come from initially had gone absolutely dark. There was not even a hint of light gleaming from the streetlights that had once been there.  Scarlett didn’t know if it had been the fog’s doing or something more foreboding, but she did notice at the other end of the alley there was light. It wasn’t much compared to what she’d been walking in minutes ago, but it beat lingering in the dark with it’s unknown companions. The woman took off into a sprint again, and when she finally stepped out into the street she’d quickly come to realize that she wasn’t in New York anymore. There were no neon signs, and the street lights themselves were different. Instead of tall spires with a bulb at the top, these had a rounded top with a dangling lantern holding the bulb. Moths danced around each one, constantly colliding into the glass panes trying to get at the shiny filament. Scarlett backed up to return down the alley that she’d come out of but was met with a large, brick wall the ran flush with the buildings, and then all of the color drained from Scarlett’s face.

“Where am I...?” She whispered, her large eyes drinking in all that they could muster. With nothing noteworthy had been spied, the logic in her took over. Scarlett would continue to walk down the sidewalk in the direction where her apartment would be, in hopes she simply lost her bearings and would find something familiar.