#multi-para

[punyjotungod]

Can anyone point me in the direction of any multi-para roleplayers because I’m dying for it.

[wallcrawlparker]

ur starters r too long u'll never get response dude like wtf

// Wow okay, I think I’ll cover Peter’s ears and be a little rude in my reply to this.Honestly, judging by your flawless grammar and beautiful spelling skills, I’m just going to ignore this whole thing and let you know that the blogs I’ve been writing long para with are into long multi-para and know very well that I write those only with people whom I know enjoy this style. I’m gonna ask that you unfollow me if these make you uncomfortable, as this isn’t the last time I will be doing them. I, in fact, have a rather long thing coming and it’ll be posted with no shame. Multi-Para makes me put effort and test my writing skills. Though I also love short-para feels and threads, I do have a good time making myself think and learn more vocabulary in order to write in this language that is actually not my first. 

@suitofarmxr happens to be a great multi-para writer and they enjoy lengthy starters, should you know. @theamazingcaptdeadpool is big on Multi-Para as well and 110% are happy with the length of the things I write for them. My next long reply is for them, so you might want to look away. 

If anyone wants to comment on my length they can go ahead but I will not stop writing what I feel comfortable with just because a poor-spelling anon tells me to.Rant Over.

[kastellanos]

🎃💀 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔇𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔖𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 💀🎃

🖤⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇🫀 Hello, I’m Kassie! 🫀⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇🖤

I’ve been writing since I was 13, and I live for dark, twisted storylines that tear characters apart physically and emotionally. 🕷

Don’t get me wrong! I enjoy smut, but it’s the story, dynamics, and angst that make it worth it. I was a real story and plotline before we dive into any sort of smut.

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🦇 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔢 🦇

🖤 27 | Married | Work From Home

🕯 Petite character specialist & Sub writer

🐴 I garden & barrel race (weekends = offline, Weekdays = online)

🧠 ADHD & Autistic — Mental Health Gets Spicy

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🕷 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔐’𝔪 𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔉𝔬𝔯 🕷

Dominant Partner – I only play submissive characters (but never lazily!)

All Genders Welcome – Male, female, NB — come as you are!

Long-Term Commitment – I love ongoing plots that evolve.

Creative Collaboration – Let’s plot & twist the knife together.

Advanced Writers – Novella style, ~4–6 paragraphs.

Patience – Real life is busy, but I’m loyal to my RPs.

Strictly Roleplay – OOC chatter for plotting only.

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☠️ 𝕸𝖞 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘☠️

Introduce yourself properly (no dry one-liners).

Fandoms only (sorry, no original worlds).

Clear grammar/spelling, third-person POV.

18+ only (both writers & characters, 18–45).

No doubling — I like a strong, central storyline.

Writing sample required (to make sure we vibe!).

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🩸 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 & 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰 🩸

🕊 Dead Dove Encouraged 🕊

If it’s dark, messy, and heart-wrenching — I’m in.

Heartbreak, drama, pain… crack those ribs open.

Mind games, manipulation & knife-edge tension.

Corruption, blackmail, and power struggles.

Breaking characters down, rebuilding (or ruining) them.

Power imbalances & captain/underling vibes.

Twisted, toxic relationships & awful love triangles.

Poly relationships that push limits.

Bad endings (happily ever after is overrated).

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🎃 𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔰 & 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 🎃

I play female OCs (🫀 all RPs are Female x Male 🫀) paired with canon characters:

Pokémon: Volo, Guzma

One Punch Man: Genos, Saitama, Sonic

Naruto: Obito/Tobi, Kakashi (others maybe) (High Priority!)

Fire Force: Akitaru, Shinra, Benimaru

Tokyo Ghoul: Enji Koma, Uta

Black Clover: Zora, Yami, Nacht

Dr. Stone: Senku, Tsukasa, Gen & more (High Priority!)

Chainsaw Man: Denji, Aki

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Geto, Nanami & More (Top Priority!0

Kaiju #8: Kafka, Soshiro, Reno, Iharu & more

Undertale: Papyrus, Sans, Gaster, Grillby

Soul Eater: Death the Kid, Soul

Homestuck: OCxOC or Gamzee, Kurloz, Sollux, Mituna, Karkat, Eridan, etc.

Demon Slayer: Rengoku (Kyojuro, maybe Shinjuro), Doma, Tengen, Obanai (Top priority!)

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🕸 Final Notes 🕸

⚰️ Don’t steal my format.

☠️ Minors DNI! Strictly 18+.

🕷 Slide into my DMs with an intro & writing sample please!

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[kaneknox-blog]

One of my starters. Multi-Para only

The smell of alcohol and bodily fluids intoxicated the tavern. The unhealthy amount of people within the enclosed building didn't help with the odor either. Too many bodies. However, it was the only place to unwind from the hustle and bustle from everyday life. Employees of the establishment attempted to keep everything calm and collected, but it was an impossible task. Nothing would stop the rowdy drunks or illegal gambling happening in the back of the tavern.

At first glance, it seemed like an average day at the local tavern. But one man was very different from the rest. He stood out like a sore thumb.

Sitting in the far corner of the building, a silver haired male occupied one of the damaged wooden tables. His attire consisted of a dark red vest with eight golden buttons, each neatly buttoned individually. His matching colored dress pants hugged his waist, along with a black belt that ensured his pants would not become loose. Lastly, his feet were covered with a pair of auburn derby shoes.

Rumors flooded between the customers like a virus. All of them had different assumptions regarding the mysteries man. Some were wondering why his hair color was so odd. Others assumed he was a gang leader and was waiting for a payment. However, all of their assumptions were incorrect. Rowan was actually a Demon in disguise. And he was patiently waiting for his next target, similar to a predator looking for prey.  

Rowan averted his attention to the front of the tavern. His dark red eyes fixated to a group of people at the bar. They seemed drunk out of their wits. One of them was babbling about how many drinks they could consume in a minute. Another boasted about how many brawl fights they had apparently won a few nights ago. A wicked smirk tugged on Rowan's firm, pink lips. "..Humans are such disgusting creatures." He said out loud, not caring if anyone could hear him.

Somehow, someway, one of the drunks from the bar heard him. The drunkard turned his head, looking at Rowan with a lazy grin. "What'd ya say, punk?" His voice had a heavy slur. Rowan knew that man was drunk out of his mind. A challenging purr emitted from his lips, looking back at the drunk with an evil smirk. "I said.." His tone was a bit louder than last time, "You're an imbecile." Before the drunken man could get off his stool, the nearby barkeeper grabbed the back of his shirt. "If you fight in my Tavern, you will be banned from my establishment for life." A very serious threat. A threat the drunk man couldn't afford to risk. Slumping back into his seat, he called back out to Rowan: "I hope you plan on staying in here for the rest of your life. Because once you leave, I'll turn you inside out." He turned away, his back turned to him. Rowan's eyes lit up from the threat. He enjoyed a challenge, regardless who it was from.

"How enticing." Rowan muttered in a sarcastic tone. It seemed like no one in the Tavern even acknowledged the heated exchange he had with the drunkard. It wasn't a surprise, considering the noise radiating throughout the large room. A few moments later, one of the barmaids casually walked up to Rowan with a smile on her face. "Anything to drink, Sir?" She asked. Arching his back, Rowan flashed his pearly white canine teeth at her. "Eau de vie would be perfect, thank you." With a simple nod, the barmaid left in a hurry. He stretches his arms outwards, contemplating whether or not he should leave after his drink. The Tavern seemed boring, as usual. If only something would capture his attention for once.

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[inkxhun]

➽; by the blade

@thewandererandtherogue​

It’s pitch-black save for a smattering of streetlamps; absolutely not the time to be out, especially when there was going to be a month’s load of shipments arriving early next morning. But Chanyeol’s never been one to refuse the allure of chilled drinks and enrapturing company, and both had been promised by a familiar long-haired individual. Jaerim had called at an ungodly hour, mumbling something about drinks and company, and it had been so easy to say yes, slipping out the door and into the late-night city hustle. The city never slept, and Chanyeol fell into place soon enough, wandering the dimly-lit streets to find the corner that the other had described. It’s a warm night, almost humid in nature, and he’s enjoying the luxury of going out in short sleeves and fitted jeans.

“Here-- aha, it must be! Perfect.” Chanyeol gives a quiet cheer when he finds the described meeting place, eyes glinting excitedly as he glances around. It’s a nondescript corner, walled in on two sides; it’s quiet, it’s private, and most of all,  it had a direct route to the nearest bar. Brilliant.

A chill runs up Chanyeol’s spine immediately before he hears an uneven scuffling of shoes against pavement. On instinct, his hands form into fists, head whipping to the side to squint into the street. Just enough light falls upon the rain-slick sidewalks for Chanyeol to make out a dark silhouette, edges blurred by the illumination of the streetlight beyond. Someone was walking purposefully towards him, long strides filled with confidence, if not a bit faster than usual. Jaerim? The height is right, though the walk is uneven-- perhaps he’s drunk already. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

“Hey, you kept me waiting--” Chanyeol pipes up, already loosening his fist and settling back into a lazy slump. His lips are pulling into a crooked grin, moving towards the other with a hand raised in greeting. The light is dim, the street is loud, and Chanyeol’s lowered his guard-- which might be why he misses the ominous flash of bare metal in the stranger’s hands. 

[inkxhun]

❀; incipience

@creqerum​

Every Friday afternoon, at exactly 6:56 PM, there’s a brief respite during which Chanyeol can be alone with his thoughts. The rush hour has long passed - after all, many of his customers had early bedtimes - and the last few stragglers have finally left the building. There’s a half-hour’s break until his other demographic of customers start wandering in and Chanyeol spent this time roaming aimlessly around the shop, picking up after his tiny clients and checking any breakables for maintenance. 

That is-- that’s what he used to do. Today, as he’s done for the past month or so, Chanyeol lingers behind the counter, the door to the employee’s rooms propped open. He usually has a good five minutes to guess at which scent will come wafting through the door today; plenty of time. Yesterday, it was peonies. The day before, lilies. Usually, his only part-timer is accompanied by a combination of flowery aromas (and a strangely nostalgic scent that Chanyeol can’t quite place), but there’s always one scent that stands out from the others. He’s made it a game to guess which flower Yejun will smell of that night-- though he doesn’t quite know whether or not the young male enjoys it as much as he does. 

“Freesias!” He declares to the wall, the word leaving his mouth just before the door opens with a quiet creak, startling the lanky man to glance at the entrance. A welcoming grin spreads across his lips, fingers ceasing their tapping on the clean counter. “You’re here! Brilliant-- I have a shipment of teddies to be shelved.” His naturally-social small talk has yet to penetrate the iron wall that Yejun seems to keep up on instinct, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop trying. If there’s anything that Chanyeol respects, it’s the responsibility of a leader; Yejun was his worker, his comrade, and a few social hiccups won’t change that. “How was your day? You’ve eaten dinner?”