LovelyLem

Quick little note here, human and animal role are open, you can be either! This is the same idea as Disney's movie, different world. I don't do canon characters/plot, but concepts? Yes! ---------------------------------------------------------------- That was the moment that everything was going to change - as the machine took hold and the inside of that headpiece began to whir, suddenly your life illuminated as if electricity had taken hold, and shot you down a narrow tunnel that twisted and turned. In the blink of an eye, everything you knew about consciousness was tested as yours was transferred to... ...That dummy beaver. You didn't understand quite how it worked, but you were intent to roll with it. And now, as your eyes opened slowly, you came to your sense of surroundings - the VERY large surroundings that, well, surrounded you. There YOU were, sitting in the machine, and now here you were, in a tiny body, senses all working like it had always BEEN your body. Whether this was your scientific find, you intended to use it to get away from your own life and your own troubles, or whatever your intent, you now sat in the body of a beaver, as if you'd always been one. What waited in store for you in the wild? ---------------------------------------------------------------- This is a small blurb, but it's because I'm really open to the idea of hoppers as a roleplay! It could follow a similar story to the movie, or be something totally original! I just like the idea of building a repertoire with animals, while hiding the truth that you're an imposter. I love the drama that could unfold - what kind of relationship will you build with animals? What if they find out the atrocities that humans are behind? What if the hopper isn't JUST a robot, but a puppeteered beaver? What if the hopper fell for the animal? Anything's on the table!

Mario's missing and the mushroom kingdom needs saving, when another human mysteriously appears. __________________________________________ Liam could not, for the life of him, remember where it all happened. It was like he... Got hit on the head, or something - the sharp pain under his scalp was not reassuring; it was the first thing he awoke to. He didn't bother opening his eyes, simply holding his head as he came to the feeling of warmth... Sunshine on his skin. And that breeze, that hit him, making his clothes rustle just ever so slightly... Liam's eyes cracked open slowly, looking up to the blue skies above, studying the clouds... And the... Little yellow blocks way up high. They were sparse, but they sat up above, floating. He couldn't quite make out what they were, and after a few blinks, he still couldn't be sure, but... They almost looked like cubes of brick. And that's when he sat up, and found himself perched on what seemed like a massive, flat mushroom. He had no idea how he got up on top of a massive mushroom - for one, he'd never seen anything like it, and all known science on earth couldn't have explained fungi like it. But as he noticed the weird, little things about this world, and what surrounded his peripheral, it made less sense - mountains with seemingly eyes on them. A lava island that seemed only miles from a snowy one. Turtles that stood on hind legs. None of it made sense - but of course! This had to be a... A coma. Or something of that sort. It all felt so real, but no way on god's green earth was he REALLY here. Right? That's when that loud ringing that muddied all sound around him faded, and he could hear the voice that had subconsciously awoken him. It was small, feminine, soft... And it belonged to a small, flying orb that had been inspecting him. With that slight turn of head, their eyes met, and he flinched, inspecting her. "...What... Are you? Where am I...?" _________________________ Hello! I have this idea of a human appearing in the mushroom kingdom with no memory of how he got there, fated to save the mushroom kingdom - and in doing so, he breeds every female character along the way. We can include Starlow, Goombella, Yoshis, Hariet, Mimi, or any other mushroom kingdom gals! My kinks, of course, include impregnation, breeding, size difference, oral (giving or receiving), rimming, cock worship - I'm honestly very open to kinks, if you have something in mind, just ask. My main limits are scat, gore, snuff, death, farts, toilet kinks, etc. I am a descriptive writer and I have been doing this for a decade. However, I am versatile and generally match my partner. I have lots of art/references for this too! Please feel free to DM me if you're interested ^^

She worked at a snack shop tucked into the main corridor of the mall, the kind that sold pretzels, soda, and cheapo sugary confections. The mall was still weirdly alive in this area, thanks to the local college, and not much else to do around town - college kids could be too young or too broke for clubs, but perfectly content to kill hours having their social hour at the mall. It was where people went when they didn't know what else to do. He probably showed up there more often than he needed to. Sometimes he came alone, sometimes with friends, but he always ended up staying way longer than necessary with his best friend. When he did come to the mall, he'd get the same order every time. There was that same awkward small talk between her and him. He wasn't very impressive, and he knew it - he was a little dorky, a little directionless. She noticed him early on; she knew that... Maybe she wasn't the most attractive, or normal girl ever. She was a bit dorky - and he was, too. He felt familiar in a way that didn't require effort - he liked videogames, and TV, and stupid stuff like that, and it was just easy to relate. She'd already accepted that she wasn't dating movie-level hot guys - the mall snack shop between classes wasn't exactly located in hollywood. So when she flirted with him, it was casual and unembarrassed, and compliments slipped into conversation. She'd tease him when she handed him his food. Nothing dramatic - just enough to make her interest obvious. But, of course, he never took the bait. He deflected with jokes, acted like he hadn't heard her, or brushed it off with some half-hearted comment. It wasn't personal, he just didn't want her, or this. Not yet. He still believed he could do better, and he didn't want to lock himself into something that felt small. He tried for someone else about a week ago - he knew her from around the area. She didn't work over the counter. She was cooler, more confident, exactly the kind of girl he thought he was supposed to want - and for once, he put himself out there - and he was shut down immediately. No mixed signals. No soft landing. Just a clear lack of interest. After that, things felt different. His options felt thinner. He was put into a category by the one girl he was attracted to - he was a "dork." And suddenly, the girl at the snack shop - the one who remembered his order, laughed at his dumb comments, had been openly interested all along - stopped feeling like a worse option than nobody and started feeling like the only realistic choice he had left. He wasn't desperate, but he realized that, maybe, it wasn't such a bad thing. So he asked her out. He wasn't exactly thrilled or excited at first - it wasn't romantic, it wasn't driven by some realization of feelings... It was practical, and reluctant. She liked him. She was available. It just... made sense. He told himself that settling wasn't the same as failing - it was just being realistic. Their first date would start with that energy still hanging between them, and those awkward pauses. Semi-polite conversation. He would be holding back, already framing the night as something temporary. But the longer it would go on, the harder that mindset would be to maintain. He was going to find out that, she was easy to talk to in a way he hadn't expected - that she was funny without trying. And a hell of a lot sharper than he'd given her credit for... ...And she was comfortable with herself in a way he wasn't. Somewhere between wandering aimlessly and sitting together with nothing pressing to do, it will click - he isn’t settling. He's just been wrong. By the end of the night, the idea that she'd been his backup will make him uneasy. He'd gone into it thinking he was giving her a chance because she was there. He left realizing that maybe she'd been worth choosing all along. ------------------------------------------------- Hiya! I'm on a Regular Show kick - while it isn't EXACTLY Regular Show, it IS a long term romance based Rigby and Eileen; a couple college-grade, minimum-wage-jobbed dorks who maybe start off a little rocky with a one-sided crush, but slowly come to understand each other. Please feel free to reach out if you're interested. I'd love to discuss more with you directly, and see what works for both of us! And I'm open NSFW, too! Anything grounded in reality, and that works decently with the plot would be just fine with me. I'm descriptive, I write in 3rd person, and I love romance plots. If you do too, just reach out. Ciao! >uo

The hum of the hopper chamber settled into a steady, reassuring rhythm as the lights began to dim. The code-coveted monitors blinked green, confirming successful synchronization between client and remote device, and somewhere far away a technician’s voice counted down: "Three, two, one-!" before the world tipped sideways and rearranged itself. The vision of everything blipping into a small dot, then stretching and contorting back into your field of vision was a sensation unlike any other - when sensation returned, it wasn't to cold metal or a padded chair, but to water. A sensation of, not drowning, but floating. Cool river water slid through fur... Your fur, buoyant and familiar in a way that startled you. Your body felt compact, and powerful in strange, new places - your tail was heavy, and felt useful. When you kicked, the current answered, and parted around you like it recognized you. You surfaced with a quiet splash and drew in a breath that tasted like mud, leaves, and something sweetly green. Instinct rushed in before panic could fully bloom, smoothing over the shock of everything. This... Felt normal, and right. A beaver stared back at you from the river's dark reflection of the moon. You blinked, whiskers twitching. The face looking back was broad and blunt, eyes glossy and intelligent in a way that felt unsettlingly personal. This was your first time hopping, and it felt a bit like stepping into borrowed skin. But the way it looked at you... It especially felt odd. You were no longer a threat to a wild animal - you were its friend. "...Where did you come from? There isn't a dam a mile either direction of this river except for mine... Look, it's getting dark, are you coming to stay, or getting eaten?" You could talk to animals - and, you didn't realize it, but you were going to get to know this beaver very well. --------------------------------------------------------- Hi there! I recently saw the ad for Disney's Hoppers and I wanted to try an come up with a plot for it! Basically, what if a human plugged into a beaver to learn about animals and understand them, only to end up in a relationship with another beaver or animal? What would occur when he inevitably has to explain he's a human? Or, alternatively, what if he learns about how animals' relationships are hollow, aromantic and purely for reproduction? Either way, if you're interested, feel free to reach out! I'd love to write something more plot based, myself and am a descriptive writer. I wanted to leave this a bit open so we could discuss it further together. I can be the human or the beaver. I'm open to either role, though I only play male. Kinks include breeding, wholesome, creampies, bestiality, cock worship, pussy worship, oral, and plenty more!

Hi there! I recently saw the ad for Disney's Hoppers and I wanted to try an come up with a plot for it! Basically, what if a human plugged into a beaver to learn about animals and understand them, only to end up in a relationship with another beaver or animal? What would occur when he inevitably has to explain he's a human? Or, alternatively, what if he learns about how animals' relationships are hollow, aromantic and purely for reproduction? Either way, if you're interested, feel free to reach out! I'd love to write something more plot based, myself and am a descriptive writer. I wanted to leave this a bit open so we could discuss it further together. Of course, my character and all characters in our plot will be adults.

Hi there! Quick note, you'll be playing muse A - I wrote this to have both roles open for either of us, but I've played this as a trans female several times now. ---------------------------------- Muse A is a low-level employee at a theater who struggles with their identity. They work a job they dislike, don't make much money, and don't have a lot of good outlets in life. They have always had a natural femininity to them, but recently, they've started to indulge in it, including how they do their hair, the clothes they wear - they lean into it as much as they can, whatever doesn't violate their dress code. They could be a trans individual, or just comfortable with a new change in style. Muse B is, however, a very different individual - he is decently happy with himself. He's not the most perfect at anything or everything, but he's happy with who he is. His job is fine, his life is fine. The dating scene has been hard, but who hasn't struggled with it? Finding the perfect woman for you feels impossible sometimes, and that's okay. He's not interested in men, and he's sure of it. (For the rest of this, I'll call these two M/A, and M/B. I apologize if this introduces any confusion, I wrote this initially wanting to leave both roles open.) The new FNAF movie comes out and M/B is ecstatic, to say the least. His usual friend he'd go with isn't around to, and he doesn't have many other options than to just see it alone if he wants to catch the premiere. Though, as luck would have it, as he's getting some appropriately themed merch and popcorn, he steps up to buy it - M/A, who's helping him, is also planning on getting off in the next few minutes to watch it. M/B mistakes M/A for a cis woman, and effectively gets himself on a date that wouldn't have happened otherwise. ------------------------------------ This may seem random, but I love the idea of a little drama and fluff - meeting someone you think is PERFECT for you, only to find out looks are deceiving, and you never know everything about someone, just because they're "the new and shiny thing" in your life and they also like something you do. FNAF is something I've been obsessing about lately, myself, so it's an easy thing to work with, lol. I want to mention, this plot isn't being used to play up sissification, degradation, or anything like that. I hold no prejudices, regardless of who I may actually be behind the screen. I naturally enjoy dramas, plot, and story - and this was a good way to do it. Anyways! If this kinda interests you, please let me know! The way I wrote this is a little clunky, but I generally write in third person past tense myself normally. Again, I wanted to give writers an option on who's who. This will be story driven and more descriptive. I am fully open to mature content, though, of course. And, potentially trigger warning - Muse B could even be a little trans/homophobic, if we decide on that.

Every other day, without fail, the same order blinked onto the delivery screen - Large meat-lover's pizza. No onion. Special instructions. Sam barely needed to read them anymore. He could've recited the text from memory, right down to the punctuation: Dog will be inside. Please enter gate and leave pizza on back step. Tip will be there. Honk once when you leave. Clockwork. Absolute clockwork. He didn't mind it - hell, he actually liked seeing that order pop up. Whoever lived there tipped generously, consistently, and without complaint. No awkward small talk. No fumbling for cash. No stiff silence, while someone pretended not to make eye contact. Just a clean drop-off and an envelope with his name scrawled on it, tucked beneath a flowerpot - or taped inside a plastic bag when it rained. Over time, the tips had added up enough that Sam silently hoped the order would never stop coming. Still… something about that house sat wrong with him. The thing was, it wasn’t unfamiliar. Quite the opposite, in fact - it was in his neighborhood. And when Sam was a kid, walking home from school with a backpack that felt too heavy and shoes that were always half a size too small, he passed that house every day. Same chain link fence around the front, taking on a little rust and corrosion in the current days. Same faded 'BEWARE OF DOG' sign, its red lettering cracked and peeling. But there was never a dog. No barking. No scratching. No movement behind the curtains. For years, Sam had been convinced no one lived there at all. The blinds were always drawn, the porch light never on, the yard untouched by seasons or people alike. It was like the house had been frozen in time - untouched, unnoticed, waiting. And now, years later, the house looked exactly the same. Which honestly made the regular pizza orders feel even stranger. ------------------- With Christmas looming closer, the weather had turned brutal. The kind of winter that couldn't decide whether it wanted to blind you with sun glare off the snow, or dump freezing sleet onto the roads - and tonight, was the latter. Snow came down in thick, heavy sheets, swallowing sound and softening the world into something quieter and more dangerous. The roads were slick, drivers were worse than usual, and Sam had already seen one car spin out into a ditch on his route. Normally, he hated working delivery this time of year - but, people tipped better when they felt guilty. And this customer? Still the same routine. Same order. Same timing. Same instructions. If anything, the tip was even better in winter. 'If they ever stop ordering,' Sam thought as he pulled up to the curb, 'someone should probably do a wellness check...' The house loomed out of the snowfall like it always did - dark, silent, and stubbornly unchanged. No lights in the windows. No sign of life. Sam parked, grabbed the insulated bag, and pushed open the gate. It creaked softly in protest. "Dog inside," he muttered to himself, scanning the yard. Nothing stirred. Usually, there was a narrow path packed down through the snow from repeated deliveries. Tonight, there wasn’t. Snow reached halfway up his calves as he trudged toward the back of the house, each step slow and careful. His breath fogged in front of him, the wind biting through his jacket. When he reached the porch, he shifted his grip on the pizza box and stepped up - the ice was invisible. His foot slipped out from under him - there was a sharp, weightless moment of panic, a flash of the night sky spinning, and then- Nothing. Cold. Black. Silence. Sam came to slowly. Warmth was the first thing he noticed. A steady, enveloping heat that hit his skin and made the ache in his limbs suddenly very apparent. His head throbbed dully, like someone was trying to rip it open. He realized he was sitting - no, laying - into something soft. A couch that was plush... a bit old-fashioned. The kind that you could sink into the cushions and mistake for a bed. The air smelled faintly of dust and something earthy… like old wood and clean fur. It was dark. Completely dark. "…Y-you’re awake." The voice startled him. It came from somewhere nearby, hesitant and strained, as though the speaker wasn't used to talking to people at all. "Do you, um… do you feel okay? I’m so sorry. I-I didn't salt the back step…" A woman. Probably around his age, maybe a little younger. Her voice wavered with guilt and nerves. Sam's heart began to race as he noticed the gleam of her eyes in the darkness - eyes that didn't belong to a human. "Uh - yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he said quickly, sitting up too fast and immediately regretting it. "I'm good. Totally good. I'll just, uh… get out of your hair." "P-please, you hit your head," she said, more urgently now. "Just... j-just stay put for a minute, okay? Until you're sure-" "I'm alright," Sam insisted, already fumbling around in the darkness. "Seriously. If I can just find a light, I'll find the door and be out of your way." "No - wait, please... don’t turn the-" His fingers brushed a switch, and click... Dim yellow light flickered to life, revealing a room that looked like it had been preserved in amber. Wood-paneled walls. A bulky old television set. Framed photos so faded the faces were barely recognizable. Everything screamed late 80s, early 90s - clean, cared for, but untouched by time. And then Sam saw her. She stood frozen a few feet away, half-hidden behind an armchair, eyes wide and glowing faintly in the low light. Her body was tall - taller than him, he realized - covered in thick fur. Her muzzle was unmistakably canine, ears flattened back against her head, tail rigid behind her. Hands - no, paws - clutched nervously at the hem of an oversized sweater clearly not designed for someone shaped like her. Dog. Wolf. Fox. Something in between. Something that absolutely should not exist. Sam stared. She stared back. The house was silent except for the soft hum of an ancient heater - and the sound of Sam's breath hitching as reality crashed down around him. ------------------ Thank you for reading this far! This story is about an all-human world; furries and anthros are about as real as, well, as they are in real life! Maybe there are urban legends, but basically nobody knows they exist. This one's gonna go a more wholesome, romance based plot. I want someone who's interested in developing her character, as well as the world around our two characters! I am, of course, fine with smut, but it'll take a back seat to the plot and romance. Anyways! If you're reading this and still interested, feel free to reach out! I also use discord, if you prefer it as well ^^

(Important prefix - my character will be 18 in this story. No underage characters will be used in this story!) Growing up, every family gathering, Liam's aunt was there. She was super nice to him and all the cousins… but there was plenty of tension between her and all the other parents - sometimes, there would be hushed arguments the kids never heard more than the tail-end of, sometimes she wasn’t even invited to begin with... none of the younger kids ever knew, nor found out why she was treated this way. Liam's parents never spoke about her, or about anything that happened. It's been so long since the last time he saw her - and now? He was finally all grown up. He was an adult, had his own car, he had free will. And with another year of festivities, Tammy didn't show up to Thanksgiving, not even to see the kids all grown up. Of course, probably because she wasn't invited - well, guess what? Now Liam could go visit her, instead. After Thanksgiving dinner, Liam drove to her house, with a slice of pie on a paper plate and saran wrapped neatly over it. He looked the vaguely familiar building over, ready to step up, ring the bell, and see her again... ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Hi there! I hope you enjoyed my little read. I think everyone's familiar with the idea of 'that' person in the family. A little information about me, I use ecchitext and sometimes discord for roleplay, you can always just message me directly ^^ and for this story, what I'm looking for is someone who intends to add to the plot and do some worldbuilding - even the darker options would be more than just smut and sex. This plot mainly would go in a decently wholesome way - my suspicion is the aunt used to be a bit of a heavy drug user and had a real problem, cleaning up several years ago, now only smoking weed occasionally. Shecs always been a bit of a free spirit, not understanding more arbitrary laws, nor taboo. With incest, that could include sex, the idea that someone should be ashamed of self pleasure. I love the idea that the two might end up in a conversation where she talks very nonchalantly about sex, and how it isn't really even that big of a deal. Kinks I'd love to include would of course be romance, taboo relationships, incest, kissing, snuggling, rimming, and other similar stuff. We can discuss further kinks in private! If you have a different idea for their relationship or how the initial meetup might go, let me know! We could even go a darker direction if you have any ideas. That's about it for me. Feel free to reach out if you're interested!

Hi there! I am looking to play the caretaker of your character, a newly wheelchair-bound woman. We could write her of average wealth, or wealthy for a bit of a power dynamic - but my main idea is that she develops a crush on my guy as he takes care of her, and so she decides to try and act on it. And so, my character is faced with a moral dilemma: since he's her caretaker, he feels obligated to fulfill her requests. All of them. But, if he follows through, he's going to feel guilty, feel like he's taken advantage of her; used her body. It might even go against his job's policies, and should someone find out, it probably wouldn't end well for him. If you are interested, please let me know! Obviously disability is a big part of this plot. Other fun kinks we could do include breeding, powerbottom, creampies, oral (giving/receiving), care of all kinds, secret/stealth sex, impregnation, etc.! I'm pretty easy, I just draw the line at toilet kinks, gore, snuff, that kind of thing. You can comment, message me, whatever! I'm not too picky ^^ I have images for this but I can't ever get them to load on ecchidreams ^^;

Christmas Alone. //Takes place in Japan. Main characters are Lucas, who moved to Tokyo, and Ema, who was born and raised. Names, genders, roles are to be discussed.// Damn, Christmas. It sucked, being alone for Christmas. It happened last year, and now? It was probably going to happen again. Lucas had dealt with loneliness ever since he moved. Sure, he spoke Japanese just fine, but it didn't exactly mean he had people he spent time with. Most people were well reserved - his co-workers were nice, and always pleasant, but it wasn't like they wanted to be friends outside of work. And being like, 3000 miles from home? He couldn't just go home to family. Ema, of course, was far from being alone. She was born and raised in Tokyo. She didn't share the empty feeling he did - not exactly. They sat next to each other in the office, though. Probably the only thing they really shared was desk space. It wasn't apparent Ema may have thought the American was... Decent. He was quiet and reserved. He did talk to her at times, but those moments were uncommon and special in that way. Which was what sort of startled her - because today, Lucas pipped up again, and asked her something as he typed away. "...You have any plans for the holidays, Ema?" It didn't exactly occur to her from the get go, but maybe it had become apparent that Lucas didn't exactly "have plans." He talked to a couple people in the office a little bit but he probably didn't spend time with anyone outside of work. He didn't have family out here, of course. No ring on the finger, either. "My family's out of town, and I don't exactly have the money nor the desire to go visit them in Hokkaido." She responded, typing for a moment, before glancing over to him. This might've been the chance she'd waited for. He wouldn't have to spend Christmas alone, she could get to know him better - it was a win! Oh, but how awkward would it be? What if he didn't want her pestering him like that...? "What about you, Lucas?" "Nope. Just gonna go home and enjoy the festivities, I suppose." "...You... uh, you're alone for Christmas, right?" "...Yup." The time between their responses grew longer with each one. They didn't look away from their computers, just talking to each other. "...Do... You want to come spend it with me?" "Hm? Oh, I don't want to put that on you." "It wouldn't be a big deal." "Are you sure?" "Of course. I don't want you to be alone on Christmas." And just like that, they had plans to spend some time together. Who thought quiet Ema would ever invite the even quieter American Lucas over for Christmas? But regardless, Lucas decided to buy a nice bottle of sake for Ema to say thanks. Customs were really hard, but he had yet to fail etiquette when buying people a drink. He stood outside Ema's apartment, and without hesitation, knocked on the door. Ema was a bit nervous, of course - what would people think of her?! And she just, invited him over?! They were friends, but she didn't know him that well. She let her emotions get in the way of things, what if he was a killer?! No, no, he couldn't be. Of course, why was he even working a low paying office job if he moved to Japan from America?! But he was going to be alone in Christmas, want that like, a huge deal in America? Ugh, whatever. She simply pulled herself together, and figured she'd struggle through Christmas Eve and Christmas day. Having tidied her apartment, she heard a knock on the door. 7 PM exactly, Christmas Eve. It was Lucas. And so, she mustered courage, and opened the door... //This is a relatively short and simple starter. I just like the idea of an office-ish romance. The names are just placeholders, and the roles are debatable. Message me if you're interested!

Dearly Dreaming It's not like this was some crazy set of circumstances. Y/N wasn't a prince or a pauper, a killer or a victim, or even a witch or wizard. This was the mundane, average, plain world that everybody has come to know the way it is. Which is why that night turned many things on their head for Y/N. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• It was a late summer night, and on the way to Y/N friend's, he requested he grab some alcohol. Nothing much, just a restock. Y/N obliged, making his way through the small town to the liquor store. It was an interesting, beautiful drive - the road to the liquor store rode between the woods, and the back of the mall. It was also on the outskirts, so it wasn't particularly light outside. Y/N rode with the music low, and the windows down, to enjoy the cool air. It was in the AMs, so there weren't any cars, no people, no nothing out here. Nobody wanted to go to the liquor store this late in fear of getting shanked, and thus, nobody did go to the liquor store at this time - which made it the best time to go, ironically. After grabbing a few things at the store, Y/N walked out to his car. He'd gotten a few things, and didn't have to fight any lines or anything which was pretty nice...! Click! And then he heard something that made him stop. Something had made a noise. From across the road. _In the woods._ There was a visible clearing, and someone was there, taking pictures. Click! Y/N felt his blood run cold. Wait - what if it was a killer? What if he was taking 'before-killing' photos of Y/N? He felt dreadful just thinking about it, but... Something in him decided to pursue this source of the sound - if he was going down, it was with a fight. Y/N crossed the road, passing the far curb and stepping onto the grass, as the sound of the shutter continued. The darkness made it hard to see more than silhouettes, but the closer he got, the more the situation came to his attention. And soon, he was faced with knowledge that was absolutely shocking - the photographer was facing away, taking pictures of the forest and sky. But that wasn't the half of it - because the photographer was a... Erm... Deer girl. For a lack of better description. She wore a shirt, so she was competent of humanity on some level, but... What?! Who was she??? The questions took a step aside when she evidently, suddenly became aware of her surroundings again, and realized she was being watched. She turned to see Y/N, and was just about to leap away, though, you had just enough time to say... //Thank you for reading my starter! It was based on a dream I had last night. I am focusing on romance and am fine with all thing in my writing. I can play either character, I just prefer someone who will contribute to the story and really give me something to work with. I also have image examples but can't upload them here it seems, you'll have to ask in private.

"The latest of four young lads have experienced a tremendous tragedy today. Ryan Sandalan, age 26, has passed away today - the cause of death was related to an accident on the highway, of which all members of Hit-ups were subject to. The other three survived with only minor injuries, but nobody knows what this could mean for the band. Ryan famously wrote head to head with Trevor Burnham - the two working as the band's sole writers." -..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-.. "...In other news today, Trevor Burnham of the world-famous band Hit-ups announced the tour would be continued after a 3 month hiatus, leaving a post online stating; 'The support has been incredible, thanks to everyone who sent condolences and positivity. The tour will continue with prerecordings of Ryan, in hopes to carry on his spirit. This is what he would have wanted - he wasn't a quitter.' Sources state the band isn't sure what is next for them after the tour, and that tensions have been higher than ever before." -..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-.. The news just kept shuffling the same shit. It only made Trevor feel nauseous. The next album was as good as dead - the label didn't think the three could handle it. He was starting to doubt himself as well... Finding a replacement for Ryan would be impossible. He needed a partner, but... Where would you ever find one? Unfortunately, tensions truly were rising. They'd had filming occur on and off throughout the tour for some kind of documentary. The cameras always in his face only made him feel more pressured... The one silver lining he always appreciated was the fans, though. Surprisingly, they were amazing. Every show had him excited for VIP tickets - talking to people around the world who wanted to ask him about music, lyrics, playing instruments, anything. He loved it. And now, here he had that to look forward to again, in Massachusetts. You were definitely excited for the show - you were such a fan that you had learned the songs by instrument, learned the lyrics... The works. And now, you had a VIP ticket, out of incredible luck, which meant you got to talk to Trevor in a very casual setting after the show. That would be so amazing...! Of course, you wanted him to sign your guitar. So you packed it up, and headed out with your usual things. Camera? Check. Guitar? Check. Desire? Fuck yes. What would you expect other than an incredible show? Everything about it was amazing. There was something that made it difficult, of course, though - it was obvious Trevor didn't seem as thrilled as usual for the show. He kept a smile on his face and kept the energy up, but it was certainly different, something about him... After the show, the VIPs were let into a special room, which had security guards checking each entry, as well as keeping eyes on people so they wouldn't rush the band. Trevor was sitting on a really plush couch, and saying his hi's and hello's to everyone who came to talk to him. This was your chance to ask for a signature... What you didn't realize, was that tonight, your talent would be seen, and everything would change. //It's a short starter, but I want to have a really fun time with this one! It helps if you have knowledge about music, instruments, etc. This can be romance, smut, whatever! I'm fine with anything.

Warning. Mature themes ahead. Potential themes of violence or self-infliction ahead. A character who mocks a disabled character. -..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-.. "...Hey, blondy! I'm glad to see you again...!" "...You can't see me. Are you blind, or stupid?" "...I... Uhm..." "...And don't call me blondy. Unless you want me to call you blindy." "...O-oh...Okay..." Blondy is Moody. Marie never really made friends easily after the 8th grade, when she was involved in a horrible accident that resulted in her blindness. People treated her different after that. Even now. _In high school._ Her social life went poof, of course... Surprising that she lived in silence, now that her world was only one of sound... Of course, she always tried...! Marie was certainly an optimist. She tried to talk to whoever sat beside her. Sometimes they pretended they weren't there... She knew better, of course... But once she caught Alex talking. And ever since then, she considered her a friend - calling her blondy, as she remembered she had blonde hair. Of course, Alex was annoyed. Being the blind girl's friend was annoying. She got singled out a few times over it... Kids were cruel... She hated that attention. So she figured she'd fight back. Bully Marie. That way, she'd never want to talk to her. Of course, it didn't really work, it seemed. She'd just try again every day. She didn't realize how it was hurting Marie, though. Because it was harder every day. Today was what seemed like another normal day. Marie sat down beside Alex, using her cane as well as her hands to find herself in her seat. Then, she took a quick check of senses, trying to see if she could catch Alex's presence... Perfume. Yup! She was there! "...Hey, blondy! Another Monday, huh...?" How did she know it was Monday if she couldn't see her calendar...? Heh, what a wise crack... -..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-.. And here we are! I'm mainly looking for someone to play Alex but you can play either role. Names are negotiable, too. I'm looking for someone who wants to turn this around into romance after a bit of some serious drama. I want to see Alex turn around from a cold heart to someone a little more kind and understanding. Let me know if you're interested! Characters are 18 or older. I prefer discord but PMs will be fine. https://youtu.be/1ccX9w4kiwM

..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..- F E A R C H A O S R E S P E C T D A N G E R ..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..- 2XXX. Technology has led to a Meta that literally is the second life, the next frontier, and quite possibly the primary setting for people. Traversing the Meta can be an exciting experience, but there's a danger hidden within the second reality... Turn down the wrong alleyway, I dare you. You may just run into the biggest criminal nomad of this world, and once your eyes fall upon that leather... Or that unsettling mask... Know the tag; R4zrc0de. Call him R4zr, or Razer. An embodiment of seven deadly sins. Hacking is an understatement for him - his ability to remain elaborate and relevant with change is what makes him the highest honor of threats. He looks as he pleases. He goes where he wants. He takes what he likes. Nobody who wants a chance gets in the way of that. If you do, you can consider yourself lucky when you're let off with injuries most people claim they can feel after removing their VR buds. Why not just hack back? Why not dox? Well, Razer is obviously elaborate, but other hackers have only gotten a peak at the truly elaborate lengths this monster goes to - layers and layers of encryption, proxy, and protection. Not to mention, the threat of him returning the favor - try to find out a peep of him, and the moment he finds out (which he will), you don't know what could happen to you in real life. Such a dangerous threat leaves most people with two options; steer clear of Razer, or give him what he wants. However, there are some people who find themselves entering a sort of 'fan' position with him. It's strange, but there's a cult-following of fans of people like him; it's a sort of celebrity appeal. How about you? What'll it be, when you walk down that alley - look the other way when you see him, or give him what he wants? ..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..- Abis Hering. 19. Paranoid out the wazoo. In life, he's nothing but insecure, unassertive, lacking any kind of charm or nerve. Then, he got to experience a world where he didn't have to be who he was. It started easily enough - he used his knowledge to give a little bit of hell to the people who had done the same for him way back when. It devolved with every threat... Then every piece of mockery... Then, every wrong look. Now, he was nothing like his real self, here. And because of that, his life outside was covered. Tape on cameras, every possible firewall and safeguard for cybersecurity... Paranoia that kept him safe from repercussion. He was just a lonely boy, which was the sad truth... Was he truly fine sealing that fate with things he could do? ..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..- You entered the Meta world with a set of buds. Maybe this was your first time... Maybe you've been doing this for a while. Regardless, you wanted to have some fun. So, you saw a few sites, entered a few 'rooms' which had music or activities, before hitting a neon bar, wanting to end the night with a bit of edge. What really surprised you though, once you had been sitting at that bar for a bit, was that just a few seats away, someone else sat, too. Someone strangely familiar. You didn't know if they'd been there before you sat, or if they just sat down. All you knew was that you'd seen them before, on a piece of news. His name was R4zrc0de. And you were within reach of him. //Alright! You made it this far, sweet. This is gonna be fun, idk what I want from this RP so you're free to have fun and introduce ideas! I just know I want romance to come from it, surprisingly. I expect good grammar, 3rd person responses, and I am asking for kinda longer responses for this one. I'm also hoping for people who'd love to move to discord, but that's not a requirement at all. I think that's about it, but it is 2 am so I may be forgetting something. Oh well!

//Warning, some series spoilers may be included.// Her smell was on you... ...Why - why are you so much better than me...? Resentment could be the only explanation for Haida's feelings towards Tadano. After all, he was rich, he was successful... He had endurance and had a vision for what he wanted. The man literally lived what every animal desires. Not to mention - he'd had Retsuko. Haida never did - yet he yearned for her for years; years of sitting across from her and hoping she'd look over at him the way he looked at her. But of course, it never happened. And while Tadano and Retsuko did split up, it didn't make Haida any happier. She still wasn't interested in him... And now here they were, after having run into each other at the bar, enjoying a night of sorrow. Haida had every desire to hit Tadano and cuss him out... But he behaved himself, having more shame and respect than that. The night devolved a bit strangely as the two spoke to each other, soon touching upon a conversation Haida dreaded in fear of losing control of his words. "You know, you were really quite my idol..." "'Were'? What happened there?" "...You dated the girl I've been too cowardly to talk to for my whole adult life... The girl that would never look at me the way she looked at you..." "...You really shouldn't pity yourself. After all... She left me." "She's good at that, it seems... At least you had her for a while..." Haida whimpered a little, his jealousy fizzling out as they spoke. He'd wanted to blow up at Tadano, but didn't have the heart to... Further drinking and Tadano's generosity led to an odd situation, riding in his smart-limo of a home with guts fuelled by extreme alcohol intake. It was more than strange, the whole thing. Tadano continued his own moping, elaborating upon his feelings. "...I really don't mean to sound like I'm rubbing it in... But I... Kissed Retsy, and I've been chasing the high ever since... I really miss the feeling..." A light switch went off in Haida's head as he slowly processed what Tadano had told him. Her kiss. His lips touched hers. ...That meant if Haida's lips touched Tadano's... Haida grabbed Tadano, and with his terrible ability to rationalize his actions, kissed Tadano. It was long... It was intense... The warmth of the feeling, the jolt of electricity that struck Haida as he thought of it right there... Of course, then Tadano pulled away, and Haida's feet returned to the ground, his body no longer in space. Things were going to be strange after this. ~~~~ Hi! This is based on Aggretsuko, of course, as well as the comic below. Hopefully you have knowledge up to ~season 2 or 3. I always love a good story of taboo - as well as a good furry universe, so of course that led us here. I'm looking for a character to play Tadano! If you're looking for one night of drunk, passionate, carefree love, followed by a cold shoulder in the morning as your lover from the night before can't handle what happened and is unsure of his life decisions, here's a great roleplay for you! It is most certainly starting on sex but that will be a very minor thing after it happens. Oh! Most importantly, this is being written at 1:40 AM and I'm very tired. Hopefully it's good despite it. Also, I do like discord for private messaging but we can stay here instead.