its nearly 2022, aren't you a little old to be disconnecting over a character's height alone? i fully understand being wary of certain stereotypes, but at this point, you're just as bad as the kids who started the whole uwu babbu short character bit in the first place if youre reducing the interpretation down to a couple of numbers.
[read] let me shove my own shortness complex into characters without ignoring literally everything else I write to assume "oh no its babbu-fied vantases"
I am 100% sure at this point that someone placed a voodoo curse on the concept of anonymous prompt-based roleplay and mystic has the only talisman strong enough to ward it off
tbh if youre the kind of person who auto-leaves from a starter, please stick to starter-only posts. like the starter i make is difficult to repurpose if we've gone overly detailed, but whateverrr
it's not like there's any good sites anymore for rping that aren't holier-than-thou whatevers
i dont even like cherp but every other site i check out is its own dumpster fire
Personal Reference for my Character sheets since G docs is a pain
((independent personality))
Kankri desires independence and values his own agency. While he tries to respect othersâ opinions by being polite, he can't *stand* to be coddled, talked down to, or to be spoken for. He care's quite a lot about other people's opinions and holds himself to ridiculously high standards, but he also holds an odd sort of admiration for people who can live carefree without much of the same worry because he can't allow himself to do the same.
[[Default Troll - Mutant]]
Kankri's 5'4" and has rather feminine curvy hips and a slim waist with a bit of pudge on his stomach, thighs, and butt. He has mostly functional gills on the sides of his chest above his grubscars, but he normally wears a slim-fitting vest/tank-top beneath his clothes to keep looser clothing from irritating them.
[[Human]]
5'4" Indian-American with [dark tanned skin](http://tinyurl.com/zahtzrw). He has short, thick, and somewhat curled blue-black hair that's a pain to tame, and rounded almond-shaped dark-brown eyes. He has a rather effeminate figure, mostly in wide hips and thighs, but he holds himself with purpose. His seriousness somehow doesn't offset his soft features. Aside from his curves, he's rather thin, as he's never been the best at taking care of himself as far as nutrition and sleep go. He always looks rather sleep deprived and a bit cranky. Has a minor case of Resting Bitch Face in social situations.
[[Vampire]]
Same as human + he's never been the best at taking care of himself as far as nutrition and sleep go, especially now. Heâs grown paler in tone since last seen due to the lack of sun thing, and he always looks tired and cranky due to the eating once a week thing. Minor case of Resting Bitch Face when forced to socialize with more than one person at a time.
[[Concubus - seperate form]]
Same body type, although his curves seem more pronounced and his eyes larger, a bit rounder, and a lot more intense. The irises are still almost-black brown, but they're on black sclera and seem to spark with flecks of red. His face seems different too, a little thinner and maybe a bit more angular, something not quite human there. His skin is a pale ashy-grey; his hair is an ashier black; he has dark almost-black blood-red nubby horns; his canines are pronounced and sharper; he has the little succubus tail with the pointy bit; and he has something similar to most succubus/demon wings only they're rather small, not spanning past his elbows when his arms are extended.
looking at the new ChP/CheRP rules, I'm extremely hesitant to sign back up. Could I have some honest thoughts/discussion here about the site?
My first impressions are:
- difficult to use
- ban-happy (or at least, really convoluted rules) (but can i smut tho)
- unreliable site server/infrastructure
but I'm more than willing to hear some other thoughts. my messages/asks should be open if you're not wanting site mods to see what you say. or take other site suggestions for paragraph-style compatible sites. im out of practice thanks to life and really want to get back into rp and eventually, writing
wait one prompt every two hours including drafts what the actual.... y'all know people prefer good faith rules over something like that, especially if we can block users/tags/whatever
looking at the new ChP/CheRP rules, I'm extremely hesitant to sign back up. Could I have some honest thoughts/discussion here about the site?
My first impressions are:
- difficult to use
- ban-happy (or at least, really convoluted rules) (but can i smut tho)
- unreliable site server/infrastructure
but I'm more than willing to hear some other thoughts. my messages/asks should be open if you're not wanting site mods to see what you say. or take other site suggestions for paragraph-style compatible sites. im out of practice thanks to life and really want to get back into rp and eventually, writing
> Note: I'd like to get back into RPing. If you have site recommends, since ChP/CheRP went to hell, please let me know. For now I'm just getting a few things set up for my own piece of mind. If you are looking to RP and are interested in any of these, please feel free to send a message.
Summary: Born an concubus (incubi/succubi), Character A loathes the natural charm of their magic and had abstained from relationships in their younger years to prevent harm to those around them. Now three years into college, they have learned to suppress this unwanted magic but are now left struggling to overcome their social anxiety and inability to connect with others. Happening upon a particular ad posted by Character B, they now seek help of a differing magical variety.
Warning: This is ancient. Punctuation due to original site not supporting standard mark-up at the time
Itâs not as if he *wanted* to be alone, not for the rest of his life. It was just, well, easier to say that he did, at least back in high school, back when his honeyed words and dark eyes would draw attention for all the reasons he didnât want, for all the reasons Kankri told himself that he was too far above as if it were really so easy to remove the burden of his birth and what he was. He had made the right choice, he was sure â the choice of celibacy to protect those around him, the choice that anyone like him chose to successfully integrate into human society. Had he tried to date, there was always the risk of finding out that it was his magic pulling the strings, magic that he couldnât be sure was entirely under control, not with the confusion and pains of puberty so rapidly changing his body and mind.
Kankri could control it now, though, could suppress it so entirely that he almost enjoyed the bittersweet indifference of his classmates whenever he participated in group discussions, almost, because even with the knowledge that he now had control over one more aspect of himself and his life, he now had to face the fact that no one ever really cared for what he had to say. On top of that, without his magic, he had no social skills of his own. Even though he *could* now date without the fear of his own unintentional manipulation, he doubted he could do that much if he didnât even have the confidence to open up and make new friends. He felt too scripted, too fake. Even his attempts to dive in headfirst and overcome his fear with no-strings-hookups had ended in failure when he discovered that his awkwardness and fears even extended to the simple act of sex, or at least something that *should* be a simple act for an adult incubus.
He didnât want to be alone. He never had, but now he didnât know how to fix that. He was three years in college and still trying to tell himself that his education was more important, that he could worry about finding a partner later down the road when he was comfortable and settled, but even he couldnât believe that anymore, not with the aching loneliness and sense of failure looming over his head.
So it was for this reason that Kankri Vantas found himself standing outside the door of an apartment complex, one he had driven past many times on his way to and from the campus and his part time job, but due to a lack of social life, had never visited before. He had initially ignored the flyer for this address, a piece of paper tacked to his dormâs community board and advertising herbal remedies and crystal cures, but a second glance earlier in the week had brought his attention to a sigil decorating the bottom of the page, a symbol that had simply meant good will but it had been infused with intent, a simple message that meant âwe welcome all,â a message that was meant for others like him, others of the veil.
He stood in front of the door for a long moment, double-checking the address for fear of looking stupid, when he noticed the cat statue sitting against the doorframe, or rather, he noticed the spirit of the statue guarding the home and watching him warily. He doubted that many other apartments would have such a guardian, and so with a gentle hand on the head of the statue to show he meant no harm, he rang the doorbell with a shaking finger.
[Prompt] Vampirism Should Qualify for Private Dorms
> Note: I'd like to get back into RPing. If you have site recommends, since ChP/CheRP went to hell, please let me know. For now I'm just getting a few things set up for my own piece of mind. If you are looking to RP and are interested in any of these, please feel free to send a message.
Summary: Character A falls victim to a vampire attack shortly before starting college. Due to an administrative error, however, they end up with a dorm-rat roommate rather than a private room, leaving them no privacy to "eat". Through a mutual friend and fellow vampire, Ch-A is introduced to Character B, who lives alone and provides a safe spot for those in Ch-A's situation to "eat" in peace.
Warning: This is ancient. Punctuation due to original site not supporting standard mark-up at the time
â[You wonât last if you keep pushing yourself like this.]â
Kankri glared at the text for a moment, wondering why he had even bothered picking up his phone when Porrim was doing nothing but arguing over his lack of nutrition for half an hour. He still had two more chapters to read for his classes, and while his gnawing hunger wasnât helping, neither was the fact that he kept allowing interruptions such as answering his texts, or say, his roommateâs loud TV across the room. At this rate, he wasnât sure if he was going to die of starvation first or straight up murder this guy just to get him out of his hair.
He messaged Porrim back, telling her as much, although he felt guilty immediately after for confessing to murderous desire, if only because the subject of his own humanity was now a sensitive topic he didnât like delving into. He was startled out of his thoughts by his phone pinging with a new text: â[You wonât like this, but I know someone near campus who can offer you a place to hide out for a bit. Heâs human, but heâs fairly reasonable about us. You need to eat, Kankri. You already go too long without it.]â As he read, another message appeared with a phone number and the words â[Iâm telling him to expect your call. Iâll know if you donât go.]â
He huffed, fangs now worrying at his lower lip as he reread Porrimâs message. On the one hand, he could have someplace at least slightly more private to eat, and if Porrim trusted this person, then it would certainly be safer than trying to sneak a bite from his stash while his roommate slept, but that didnât mean he was fond of the idea. Kankri hadnât been much for human interaction even /before/ the change, but what choice did he have, especially if Porrim would give him hell if he didnât? The unusual heat of mid-October was draining enough as it was and he hadnât been able to eat since /last/ Sunday, leaving him even more fatigued, irritable, and fucking /hungry/ than he had become accustomed to thus far.
So it was with more than mild apprehension that he copied the number from Porrim and started a new message, only to find that the number already belonged to a contact in his phone â a peer from high school and the older brother to one of Karkatâs friends. Kankri only even had his number in the first place to check in on Karkat, and the thought of contacting someone he knew from before his change made him even more hesitant. What if his family found out?
He was desperate, though. Even trying to swallow back his fear had his stomach rolling in protest, though whether from hunger or terror, he couldnât discern. With his heart pounding, Kankri made his way out into the dorm hallway to call rather than send a message, given the delicate nature of his request. With each ring, he wanted to just hang up and never think about this stupid idea again, but then there was an answer and if the other had his number saved, there was a great likelihood that theyâd call back, so there was no turning back now. âAh, yes, hello? I hope this isnât a bad time, but⊠but this is Kankri, from school? I, ah, Iâm sure that Porrim has already messaged you, but I need to ask you something, if I may?â
> Note: I'd like to get back into RPing. If you have site recommends, since ChP/CheRP went to hell, please let me know. For now I'm just getting a few things set up for my own piece of mind. If you are looking to RP and are interested in any of these, please feel free to send a message.
Summary:Â Â Character A accidentally discovers that their roommate, Character B, does work for adult magazines when A sees Bâs picture as a featured centerfold in Aâs naughty magazine subscription.
Originally written for: Cronus Ampora & Kankri Vantas (Homestuck)
Warning: This is ancient. Punctuation due to original site not supporting standard mark-up at the time
He felt guilty for staring, although he was pretty damned sure that was the point of a magazine like this, but even as Cronus tried to convince himself that he couldnât possibly know the person on the two-page spread, he couldnât shake the cold guilt settling into his stomach and starting to kill his mood. The young man lying half-curled across a maroon bed spread and giving the camera a half-lidded side-eye couldnât /possibly/ be his prim-and-proper honor student roommate, right? It could have been anyone, certainly no one that he knew, half-dressed in an oversized button-down that only /just/ covered what was needed for censorâs sake (and possibly because it just looked damned hot), but after what felt like half an hour staring, rubbing his eyes, and then staring some more, Cronus really couldnât deny the fact that whoever it was, he looked /exactly/ like Kankri Vantas.
Even with the thought that there could be some doppelganger who looked just like Kankri running around and posing in bisexual adult magazines, Cronus couldnât shake the feeling that he had just seen something he wasnât supposed to. Even if it wasnât Kankri (âit /couldnât/ beâ) he felt like he was somehow invading his roommate's personal space. He certainly hadnât set out to see such an image (now burned into his mind even with magazine now dropped to the side of his bed), and while it was certainly appealing, his mood was now killed and left him with an awkward, guilty boner. While a younger him, in high school and crushing too hard on the know-it-all neighbor, would have loved this opportunity, now he just felt wrong. With a huff, he grabbed a change of clothes to take a late shower, hoping to at least clear his mind before Kankri returned home to their shared off-campus apartment.
One would think, that, after nineteen years of this whole full-moon-transformation thing, it would be absolutely impossible for someone to forget about the ever-present and unchanging cycle of the moon. Â Unless, of course, that someone is Karkat Vantas, potentially award-winning idiot of the century who canât remember to check his fucking calendar and who fails to understand the basic concept of crossing the street without getting hit by a goddamned car.
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Iâve wanted to do a werewolf Karkat Prompt for a while now, so here we are. Â Karkatâs from a family of werewolves, meaning heâs been one his entire life; he transforms into a wolf under the full moon (three nights), but with intense anger or happiness, can also suffer partial transformations in a scaling progression of change (longer claws, thicker hair, changed eyes, etc), which means heâs had to try and keep a lid on those emotions for most of his life. Â Because this is a verse with supernatural stuff, youâre character doesnât have to be human, but if they arenât, please run it by me first so I donât end up with some âhalf-angel, half-demon, half-n.eko daughter of Satan rawrz teehee,â ya feel? Â Realistically, Iâd like to know your character appearance and basics as soon as we can so I donât make any silly assumptions in writing. Â Iâm open to gender and race headcanons, as long as there's no fetishizing or language of that nature.
Looking for someone whoâs going to actively participate in OOC discussion of the RP and who can offer well-developed thoughts on their character and character interactions. Â I have no length requirements, but I need something to work with, so shorthand is: fluctuating length as needed, but no one-liners. Â Iâm not going drag the RP along by myself, because thatâs unreasonable and not really possible. Â This isnât intended to be smut (can go there if discussed/requested), but I prefer 18+ partners, so please respect me and donât lie about youâre age. Â Iâm a working college student, and so I can get busy or lose motivation, so I ask that you have patience. Â I donât mind being nudged after a while of silence, but please donât connect if youâd DC after a bout of silence rather than nudge me.
Once again, this isnât purposed to be smut, nor does it *have* to be romance. Friendships are cool, but please let me know whatever direction you want to go so we can be on the same page. Â I didnât want to clog this up with too much information, so please, feel free to ask any questions you may have about this and Iâll do my best to answer. Â This is a saved prompt so I may or may not be online/available if youâre reading this, so I thank you for your patience.
Itâs up to you whether morning has hit yet and Karkatâs changed back, or if itâs still night and heâs still a wolf. Â My assumption here is that it's too late to really call any vet or animal services, especially since those options would immediately identify him as a wolf and probs suggest not-so-nice things that would be difficult to write out of. Â Unless you request otherwise, this is written as if the person who hit him has taken him home overnight, which can be your character or someone your character lives with, just let me know so I can be aware when writing.
[[Tags:  #Karkat Vantas  #werewolves]]
[[Warnings: Â Character injury, nudity (later) ]]
=== Prompt ===
The evening is heavy and warm, the brief rain from the afternoon leaving sticky, humid air clinging uncomfortably to overheated chestnut skin. Â Crickets and cicadas wail loud and grating even over the thrumming base of some frat party in the near distance and Karkat canât tell which annoys him more as he approaches the crosswalk to main street, his head throbbing from more than just the late spring heat or his earlier finalsâ week cram session. Â The sun is setting out in the west, bright, blinding, and as irritating as ever with the pain between his eyes stinging sharp and punishing him for his attempt to control that which he shouldnât, but itâs not safe yet and he canât relieve the pain until heâs well off campus and out of sight.
Honestly, heâs got to be the most incompetent bleach-brained excuse for any living species because at least bacteria can perform its basic functions when left to its own fucking devices instead of forgetting a core-factor to its own goddamned existence! Â Oh yeah sure, he could /say/ he was too caught up in final projects and exams, could say that it was reasonable to turn his phone off to avoid distractions, but he didnât have anyone but himself to even say that too and a fat lot of good some shitty degree would do him if he was dead or locked up in some government facility undergoing god-knows-what and-
Karkat sees the car too late, the street bathed a blinding gold in the sunâs dying rays from behind the townâs sharp silhouette. Â The driver coming from the opposite end, was probably in a worse predicament, driving straight towards the blinding gas-giant-asshole on a road that really should have a slower speed limit. Â A bright, blooming pain in his hips and legs joins the thrumming in his head, but as he slumps off of the hood of the car and to the ground, ears ringing from screeching tires and impact, the latter snaps and fades away with his self-control. Â Bright pain stings in his core, radiates outwards to shifting limbs and structures, replaces all thought with its intensity â regeneration and shifting were never supposed to occur together. Â Karkat is only mildly aware of a pitiful, high-pitched whine in his throat and the faint thud of a car door as he loses consciousness. Â In front of the car lies a wolf, no blood marring his dark gray and white fur, as his external wounds have already closed. Â He lies completely still, save for heavy breaths that are slowly evening out with his lack of consciousness.
When he awakens much later to an unfamiliar scent, he wishes he would have died instead.
Fae!stuck (18+) | Multiple accepted characters; seek within
"Protecting" these human squish bags is a lot harder than Eridan thought it would be, and a hell of a lot harder than causing misery, especially when he's been assigned to the gathering place of bad decisions and emotional turmoil: college. Still, it beats being fed to some Ancient over his own past record of bad behavior, right?
== Long OOC and prompt ahoy! ==
Fae are ethereal magical creatures who feed off the emotions and energy of other living things. Â Fae of Order prefer to keep balance and feed off positive emotions more often while Fae of Chaos prefer the ease and intensity of negative emotion, usually stirring it up themselves. Â Eridan was once a fae of Chaos until he was captured by the Order's council and offered the choice to either change his ways and serve the Order or be offered up as ancient-god chow. Â Due to a powerful artifact passed down his bloodline, he can take a physical form with ease, where other fae can usually only be seen by animals or young children in their natural state. Â He's been assigned to protect the order on a college campus in an area riddled with bad energy and mischievous fae, where, while thwarting attempts at trouble by an old acquaintance, he meets your character.
[Seeking in Partner]
 >> 18+, not comfortable RPing with minors. Please respect this.
 >> Workable reply lengths; no one-liners.  Please don't match prompt :')
 >> Open OOC discussion.
 >> Character thought!!!
 >> Patience. I'm a working student. Life gets busy.
I can't read minds so if there's any direction you're interested in taking this, gotta bring it up so we can discuss; it keeps things moving and keeps us both on the same track. Â Reply lengths vary as needed, but don't make me pull teeth to keep this moving. Gotta be 18+, and gotta have patience, meaning, if you'd DC before messaging me to ask if I've forgotten, then please do not connect. Â Mostly SFW prompt, but NSFW for content; potential for smut later if requested.
[Sought Characters (alphabetical)] Aradia, Dirk!!!, Equius*, Jade, Jake, Jane, Karkat!!, Nepeta!!, Sollux!!!, Tavros. Â | Â Also interested in eriarasol so if you want to pick up Aradia&Sollux, I'll try and work to make your job smoother. Â *If you want Equius, I've never RP'd with an Equius before but I like the idea of equidan, so if you can be patient or be open in discussing with me, that'd be great!
I ask that your character be human unless you can throw a /really/ good plot point my way to work with otherwise. Â I'm looking for a developing romantic relationship, but friendships work if you let me know. Â I'm open to gender and race headcanons, just no fetishization. Feel free to throw a (human) reply up right away and we can share appearance stuff before my next reply. Â If you want to hash things out before you reply (appearance, ideas, triggers), that's great too. Â You'll likely see violence and harassment from other fae later in this, but I can censor things to minimal detail if needed. Â Thank you for reading; hope you enjoy the prompt! Â This is saved, so I may or may not be online.
[Tags:  #Eridan Ampora  #college  #fae  #faeries  #fairies]
=== Prompt ===
Oh, yeah, suuure, assign the new guy to the college campus. Â He has an ancient weapon he hardly knows how to use, heâll be fiiiiine. Â At this rate, it seemed like they /wanted/ him to fail; wouldnât that be a fucking riot at the next harvest?! Â Hey, how's Ampora holding up, he hasn't gotten himself offed yet, has he? Â Oh no, he's just a husk of a fae at that campus we sent him off to in bad juju central. Â Oh Gabe, you kidder, ha ha, fucking, ha.
Eridan grumbled something to himself in fae, voice low and spiteful as he made his presence /very/ known to the curious, gray mass that was trailing after a couple, two girls who had likely just come from some cutesy graveyard tour for the hell of it, judging from the stagnant odor it carried. Â The faceless entity turned its attention to him for a moment, reared as if to attack, and then seemed to reassess because it turned and faded off of campus, likely back to where it came from. Â Eridan kept his intimidating magic poised just beneath the surface of his skin for a minute longer, waiting to see if it would return, and then dispersed the energy back throughout his being with a heavy sigh.
He was only half a semester into the year, new to this whole mingling with humans deal rather than just watching from the veil, and he was already exhausted. Â Any fae with sense knew the uphill battle with entities that college campuses brought, so it was beyond him as to why the Council had his long-term assignment as not only a college campus, but a college campus in /New Orleans/, as if humans everywhere didn't already dabble in shit they had no right dabbling in, no, they had to send him to Voodoo&Cemeteries R' Us. Â He was supposed to be focusing on his studies as well, developing an alias for later in life, but that was a little hard to do when every day, his dormitory had some sort of new nasty wandering around either of its own accord or because of some half-assed magic bullshit. Â Gods, he hated his job. Â But hey, it was better than eternal suffering for "blah blah past transgressions against the Order," even though he didn't like to admit that, after changing sides, he was starting to feel a little guilty for all the shit he pulled in the past, if only because he was now the one cleaning up after little shits like his former self.
The couple stayed in the student union, which he supposed was a good thing so he could watch out for them a little longer, not that he /really/ wanted to. Â No, what he really wanted was to just get to the counter of the little coffee shop after waiting in line for what felt like eons so he could get some caffeine in him and go start on a research project for some class he didn't care all that much about. Â He was only a few people from the counter when he heard an all-too-familiar voice from no direction, leaving him with the feeling of ice in his gut.
"Eri~ It's been too long! Water you doing here?" There was a giggle that had no malice behind it, but it made Eridan's spine stiffen all the same. "You still playing Law and Order with those silly fish-faces? You should play with me instead~! Â Don't you miss the fun we used to have?" Â There's another giggle, to which Eridan said nothing to, because he wasn't really sure what to say, but when he felt a manifestation energy, he looked around the room quickly. That was never a good sign with her; it was never a good sign with either of them, in the past.
He scanned the air above oblivious students for any sign of a mischievous grin, dark curls, or the intensity of her tell-tale aura, but he could see nothing. Â When she giggled again, however, humming cheerfully after, he could hear her from the stair case where he turned to look. Â Deep pink scales on outstretched arms reflected spots of light as she balanced playfully on one of the handrails ascending up the middle of the stairs. Â Long, dark curls floated above around her head as if suspended in water, and when Eridan met her wide, glassy eyes, she flashed him a shark-toothed grin. Â Eridan found himself stepping out of the line of people as she turned her attention now to someone ascending the staircase by their lonesome, arms full of books and papers, with a fresh cafe cup in a free hand. Â As Eridan approached at a cautious pace, Feferi regarded the student with a curious head tilt that had always been her way of showing interest.
He wasn't close enough when she jumped down from her perch, unseen to all but him, and shoved the student backwards, singing the last line of Little teapot in a cheerful soprano, but he lunged forward, probably faster than he should have let himself while manifested, and met the solid body of the student as their backpack slammed into his chest, sending him backwards onto the ground as well. Â There was a clatter of books belongings, shouts of surprise from both himself and the students around, and then a hiss of pain from Eridan as steaming liquid from the spilled cup met the skin of his arms and face.
"Aww, seeeee? You're no fun anemone-more, Eri." Â There was a dejected sigh before the other fae's energy dispersed abruptly from the area, and with a heavy groan, Eridan rolled himself and the other student onto their sides so he wasn't crushed beneath them. Â If he were human, he probably would have broken a bone with that stunt, but he wasn't, so aside from the incredible pain in his spine and skull, he'd survive, unfortunately.
"Ahhh fucking /hell/," he hissed as he tried to sit up through the pain, forgetting the presence of the other student he had just caught in his misery.
Post-game shenanigans where Dave has been turned into a troll within the past few hours and is trying to learn how to deal with such. Â Karkat (whom he is head over heels for) of course, tries to help him and more shenanigans ensue when, later, Dave's body discovers what a troll heat is. Â Characters will be 17-21, but you gotta be 18+ to write this ride.
(Edit, can be libertine, but can also just stay non-smut)
Where you want their relationship is up for discussion, the only thing is they have yet to have sex. Â Please let me know what youâd like for whatâs established. Â My thoughts for options are:
+ Â Dating (all/non-quadrant)
+ Â (most preferred) Everyone knows they're a thing, they know they're a thing, but they have never discussed such and have a hard time doing so. Â They're both crazy for each other, but no one's saying "I love you" yet.
+ Â They are really super close, most people think they are a thing, they both really like each other, but they have a hard time both talking and pushing the physical barrier past cuddling for movies.
Thinking of a short- to medium-term RP, starts with some plot and character interactions before getting into smut, though. Â We can do more smut and character throughout depending on how we feel and how it goes. Â Iâm okay with a reply right away, but I really would like a little discussion to make sure weâre on the same page for where their relationship is and tidbits about each others' characters, since, no matter what, theyâre really close. Â Tentabulge/nook combo, but we can discuss other troll headcanons OOC. Â I'll throw Dave's shiny new appearance (and his squishy old one) at you once we start discussion, as it's awkward to fit in here.
Writers 18+ only please. Workable length, but no one-liners, and a little bit of grasp or thought on Karkat and their relationship would be nice. Kinks probably aren't even really a thing considering this would be their first time, but mild, common ones are up for discussion, more if weâd like this to be a bit longer. Â No starfishes please. Â Switches are so great, man. Thanks for taking the time to check this out! This is a saved prompt so I may be offline. I'm a working student, so I get busy with life. Â Patience is also nice for those same reasons.
[[Tags: #Dave Strider  #davekat  #species!swap  #troll!Dave]]
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Okay, so exploring Mom Lalondeâs lab out of boredom probably wasnât his brightest of ideas, but with the new world-building still underway and way too many cooks already having their hands in that soup, there really wasnât much for Dave to do in terms of exploring. Â While he had been comfortable on the 3-year-long meteor trip, even with a fight he dreaded awaiting him, at least there was something to look forward to, something to do. Â Now, with everyone constantly popping into his room to ask for his opinions on things he didnât really have opinions about, not only was he bored, but a bit overwhelmed too; so sneaking off to investigate one of his long-time curiosities sounded like the absolute best plan of action for secret adventures.
Only, it started sounding less and less like a brilliant plan the moment Dave discovered that, yes, the lab equipment still worked, and wow, will you look at that, heâs stuck in a strange tube now and /probably/ going to die. Â Peachy. Â He wondered, as some strange gas filtered into the tube, how many times he would revive over this stupid death before he could be released. Â He hoped he would remember to count, at least if only to satisfy his curiosity for how quickly one could revive over and over, only, his vision started to fade before he was even aware of it.
That had been hours ago, and despite fumbling around in suddenly unfamiliar limbs, he had managed to make it back to his room in the dead of night, thanking whatever higher power for godtier flight. Â Oddly, he felt wide awake and alert, even as he huddled under a layer of blankets, texting the only person he could think to ask for help in this situation, Karkat.
â[so uh i sorta majorly fucked up and something big happened and i kinda need you to come over like as soon as you get this message]â Â He clicked send with a hurried, harsh thumb, scratching his screen even more with untrimmed claws and wow how did any of those alien assholes do /anything/ with these bodies? Â He couldnât even move his head without the entirety of his blankets following him, caught by the strange rectangular ribbing like gear teeth on his curved horns. Â Otherwise, he tried to remain still in his room, not sure if he could trust himself not to freak out any further with how strange his body felt and how strange the world now felt around him. Â Good job, Dave. Â Good job.
Vampire Kankri Prompt --- 18+ Looking for a Cronus
Getting attacked by a vampire while walking home from an SGA meeting isnât how anyone wants to end their senior year of high school, but lifeâs always been one set back after another for Kankri Vantas; heâs not about to let a little vampirism get in the way of his career goals after all of his hard work, though. His luck only gets worse when some overlooked fine-print lands him with a dorm-rat roommate instead of a private room like he had requested, and now he has no time to âeatâ and itâs starting to take its toll on him. Â Hope lies in his mentor whoâs been through this all before, who knows someone on campus who might just let Kankri hide out for a while to drink his fill. Â His awful luck would have it that Kankri knows him too.
Looking for:
> 18+ Roleplayer. Not usually big on NSFW but I prefer 18+ partners, thank you.
> Length that fluctuates as needed, but no one-liners.
> Developed character thought & plotting
> Developing relationship in RP
> Open Discussion OOC
> Patience. Â Iâm a working college student. Life gets hectic.
I want to trade appearance headcanons (which Iâm super open about, btw) rather early on, as well as to provide notes of this AUâs vampires, since Cronus would know the basics, but if you want to start off with a reply and chat OOC in-between, thatâs fine too. Â If you have any questions youâd like to ask, feel free! Â This is a saved prompt, so I might not be online if youâre reading this, but thank you for checking it out all the same!
*You donât have to match the length of my starter. Â Iâve gotta set up and all that, you know? Â As long as your replies are something I can work with, Iâm good.
[[Tags: #Kankri Vantas  #cronkri  #vampires]]
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â[Kankri. If youâre hungry, you need to eat. You canât keep pushing yourself like this.]â
Kankri glared at his phone for a moment, contemplating ignoring the message entirely to return to his attempt at reading his textbook. Â Heâd been having a difficult time of it so far with his mind unable to focus while his body was telling him he needed to eat. Â His roommate wasnât making it any better with the smell of their heated TV-dinner making his mouth water despite the fact that such food no longer held any sort of nutrition for him whatsoever. Â He had been planning on filling up that day and letting it carry him through the week, but his roommate had caught a mild cold and decided to stay home from their usual church activities, which just left Kankri with no time or space to himself, as it had been lately. Â He felt like he was going to be driven insane by starvation at this rate.
With a heavy sigh, he picked his phone back up to tell Porrim this in response to her message, feeling stupid and vulnerable for complaining. Â He didnât know how to handle this, though, not on his own, and certainly not with the lack of âfoodâ making it so hard to concentrate. Â He was still so new to being inhuman, and while he had kept to himself before, this time his privacy was out of fear for his own safety, which only left him more on edge. Â Vampires werenât illegal, per-say, but a quick Google search of court cases showed that it was incredibly easy to get away with killing one; self-defense was a pretty reasonable plea when faced with a monster. Â He wanted to eat, but he didnât want to risk being exposed. Â Suffering in silence seemed to be his only option.
Lost in thought, he almost jumped when his phone pinged a new message. â[I know you wonât like this, but I know a guy on campus who can offer you a safe place to eat. Heâs human, but heâs reasonable about us. Iâm sending him you his number. Â Tell him I sent you. Â Good luck, Kanny.]â
He rolled his eyes at the nickname, too tired to respond with a complaint. Â Kankri didnât like interacting with people much more than he had to, especially after being turned, but right now, he didnât have much of a choice. Â It had been hot for the middle of October, he hadnât been able to eat since last Sunday, and he was certain that the ice chilling the blood bags in the cooler in his car was probably starting to melt. Â He was fatigued, irritable, and fucking hungry, so with more than a little apprehension, he pulled up a new message and pasted the number Porrim had given him.
Cronus Ampora. Â That was the name his phone supplied from his contacts, a number that he only had saved from needing to get in touch with Karkat, as Cronus was the older brother of Karkatâs best friend, and was normally the one left in charge of the household. Â He knew Cronus from high school as well, and had even caught glimpses of him around on campus, so Kankri was now even more hesitant to let someone who already knew him in on his little secret. Â Still, he was desperate. Â Closing the messenger app, he made his way out into the dorm hallway to call instead, not sure if it was worry or hunger pains eating through his stomach.
Looking for someone to RP vampire or rainbowdrinker Kankri with my Cronus. Â Plot and plot ideas to-be-discussed. Â
Seeking: 16+ Partner; developed character thought and character interactions; open OOC discussion; workable writing length (donât require a novel but no one-liners); Patience (Iâm a working college student).
Iâm open to a lot of ideas, even cliche-stuff, I just really want some cronkri with vampire/drinker Kankri. Â If youâre playing a human/vampire, be aware that Iâm super open to gender and race headcanons, love them actually, as long as thereâs no fetishization going on (ex: words like âf.utaâ are a no.). Â Iâm even open to discuss Cronus headcanons (mostly troll stuff) if thereâs just something you /really/ want in Cronus. Â I really like discussion and communication so please, if you have ideas, I really want to know! Â I have a lot myself but I try to keep my info organized and concise so I can throw them your way once we connect. Â Let me know what sort of things you like or plots youâre interested in, even if theyâre just fragments, and we can probably build something together. I do prefer our characters to at least know each other, whether acquaintances, friends, or lovers already, but if you want first-meetings I can do that too as long as we discuss since these two are, uh, difficult with first meetings given their personalities, and I donât want interaction to flop between them due to these difficulties. Â
I am not looking for trope-scripted openbound Kankri or either of the popular fanon Kankriâs, because, no, thatâs just, not something I want. Â No yanderes either, please. Â I want someone whoâs comfortable writing him because theyâve put thought into him, whether troll or human, about his personality, interests, motivations, and character in general.
Iâm normally not too big on writing smut, but if weâre both up for it, Iâm willing to go there and to discuss interests in that area. Â If you want written smut, though, you /must/ be at least 18+. Â Please respect me as a fellow RPer and donât lie about your age, thank you. Â The focus wonât be smut, but for the RP itself, my big âNopeâs are: Â too detailed g.ore especially of eyes, throat, genitals; Â under.age unless itâs merely a mentioned or past thing for character/plot reasons (so no active under.age performed by either of our characters); ince.st with same exception as previous point; n.oncon, same as the previous two but can be discussed for plot reasons if more dubious than outright (no: âomg what if your/my chara s.exually a.ssaults mine/yours!â)
This is a saved NAP; I may or may not be online/awake if youâre reading this and for that, I apologize and ask your patience. Â Itâs not uncommon for me to disappear from longer replies for 2-5 days, as I really hate half-assing responses, and with school and work, sometimes my time and motivation just leave. Â If itâs been more than 3 days, feel free to nudge me and Iâll either get a reply up or at least give you an estimate for when I think Iâll be able to. Â Iâm bad with time, so I often donât realize how long itâs been since Iâve given an update. Â For discussion, Iâm usually more responsive since Iâm not focused on characterization and writing and just on info.
If youâre interested, we can start discussing! Â If you need a place to start with discussing, try offering any ideas youâd like to see incorporated or even fragments of plots you might be interested in. Â Thereâs rarely an idea thatâs too small to work with, so we can try bouncing ideas and brainstorming. Â I can provide writing samples of Cronus upon request, so be prepared to provide samples as well, since planning and all that is great, but itâs not so great if we plan for a good bit and then find weâre not so compatible in writing. Â Actually, throwing a writing sample or link to one early on would be a big help and Iâll respond in kind. Â I wonât take it personally if you find our writing wonât match and you wanna DC. Â Feel free to ask any and every question under the sun relating to this and thank you very much for the read!
