Hey there! Roleplay Search!! Whump Roleplay Search actually!! Here’s two original plots I’m very interested in writing right now. Both of them are Fandomless + MxM pairings with Dead Dove Dynamics so keep that in mind if you decide to keep reading! I am big on world building, and these ideas are open to both small and great rewrites, they are simply bases for what I’m looking to work with right now!
I will not roleplay with you if you utilize AI to any capacity in your writing. Please, do not bother reaching out, save us both the headache.
If you wanna know a bit more about me and my writing style, you can read my pinned post! (Tldr; I write in 3rd person, usually past tense, and aim to mirroring my partner’s writing length & quality. I can write both dominant and passive characters, and am looking for 21+ partners to write with on discord!)
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Tropes: Apocalypse meet-cute, non-con, whump, ticking time bomb, possible love triangle, cults, kidnapping, possible religious imagery, power imbalance, power struggle, dead-dove.
Society collapsed. Two years ago, a deadly virus silently trickled through boarders across the entire world, killing roughly 80% of the entire population. Survivors were left to a completely desolated world, where the last dying screams of its previous societal order decorate empty streets in the form of abandoned military barricades, ransacked buildings and medical tents by city outskirts, where infected bodies pile shallow graves. To have community, no matter how small, is to have meaning. And so, Muse B leads a small group of survivors through Michigan in the search for a doctor who can give his best friend a life saving appendectomy.
While alone in a search for supplies to sustain his group through the next upcoming days on the road, Muse B is ‘caught stealing’ from Muse A’s self-proclaimed region.
Muse B is dirty and starving. He has not had a chance to shower in days, and has dutifully sacrificed most of his own food portions to keep his people fed through the past few weeks.
Muse A is clean. He is visibly strong and well kept, his clothes spotless, ironed; it is as if the ‘apocalypse’ has yet to reach him.
Muse A is a cult leader. And now, Muse B is under his jurisdiction.
Tropes: Amnesia, enemies to partners, whump, manipulation, dub-con, non-con, power imbalance, possible military focused themes, prisoner/guard, human experimentation, medical malpractice, possible medplay, dead dove.
Muse B doesn’t remember much. He recalls feeling pain, a lot of pain, shackles gnawing at his wrists and ankles. Probing needles, flashing bright lights, the sterile cold touch of latex gloves, of utensils made to hold, measure and cut. He recalls an explosion, hot gushing blood — for once not his own — hitting his face as he ran through corridors lit by red emergency lights, his ears ringing to the tune of a restless alarm.
Then there was snow, pink under him, biting cold, the hurt familiar. And then, there was him.
Despite the nature of his job, Muse A was never a good liar. He was a professional, and he was a damn good one, but he was made for the field. He was no diplomat. No technician. Watching a subject tumble out of the building, pale from shock and looking like a half-dead half-alive corpse while leaving a drunken scarlet trail made by clumsy feet, made Muse A wish he had died with the initial explosion. Recognizing his face? Knowing he had handled Muse B in several occasions, that that young face belonged to one of the most dangerous test subjects they currently held in this location? Muse A was ready to pull the trigger himself, die a coward, but die intact. To the misfortune of Muse B, he took a step forward instead.
Trapped in the middle of a blizzard, hidden within an underground private facility, deserted after all workers — and seemly prisoners — inside were decimated by an unknown accident, Muse A and Muse B are stuck trying to survive and reach the outside world. Afflicted with a pounding headache, Muse B can barely recall anything before meeting Muse A, not his name, not his own powers, not his age or a why he is here. Muse A, on the other hand, a guard, and one of Muse B’s previous handlers, is trying his very best to maintain the upper hand in his precarious situation, stuck inside a small area with one of the deadliest asset’s the corporation he works for ever has had.
Thankfully, the thing is amnesiac. But Muse A was never truly a good liar.
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But, if you read this far, I really do hope you’re interested in one if not both of those prompts :)! If that is the case, please reach out to me here so we may discuss some before figuring out whether or not we’ll move over to Discord!
If neither really tickle your fancy but you still want to write with me, feel free to bring on your own Original Whump plots to the table!
★ Regardless of what you do, take care and stay safe!! ★
