name's jae, been roleplaying since about 2013. came to see if
i could find another long term partner(s) since the last
parted ways. i'll get it out of the way that i don't do
fandoms, not really. i find that's a deal breaker for
a lot of people. i work a full time job, but i'm happy
to share my schedule before hand. if i've learned one
thing it's communication is key!
i think over the years
i've gotten rather good handle on what i like. a good mixture of
supernatural/fantasy & domestic/slice of life. Romance too, but
it doesn't need to be heavily centered. Angst and dark themes aren't
my thing, that isn't to say i''m against drama overall. i've got plots of my own,
but a lot of them are based off dreams, so they may seem a bit weird. but at
the very least, they're somewhat thought out. an example of my writing can be
found down below. original characters are more
my speed.
This was a nightmare. Literally. No amount of reality checks had woken him up from this fever dream, but there was something about it that made it distinctly obvious that it was supposed to be just a dream. And yet, everything he touched he felt, every bit of pain stung as sharply as the last, and he- well. He only ever looked like this in dreams. Now he was staring into the upstairs bathroom mirror of a house he hadn’t lived in for three years, struggling to make out vaguely familiar features in the dark between the flashlight in his hand and the dim street lights that were flooding in from the hallway. These looks had been carefully crafted in pillow thoughts after the sun went down. Like how many people thought about what they’d kill to look like. He’d drawn it many times, too. But seeing it in flesh was both a thrill and a terror. Everything seemingly so perfectly recreated, down to the scars that resembled vintage clown lines under his eyes, the moles under his left eye. Just slightly more human here… Although the eyes had the slightest golden tinge if the light hit them right. It was a lot like seeing a tattoo artist bring your sketch to life. If that tattoo artist had also been God, that is. There was something unnerving about how this body was different from his original in too many ways to count, though it’d taken him no time to adjust to its movements. As if he’d been here before.
Here. The word lacked detail and location. ‘Here’, being his dreamscape. Places he’d been but different. A recreation of his hometown, but stuck in an endless night, and with a thousand things that wanted you dead depending on where you stepped. It was a rather morbid thing to dream, but it was a game that he’d used to play with himself a long time ago. He’d dream of different places around town, but no matter how much time wasted away in between, every time he visited that location again it was always the same. As if his unconscious mind had made some unspoken decision to restructure the entire place, etch it in so that it was a permanent change, that this was the way things were now; End of discussion. With each changed area there rolled in new rules, different horrors, definite requirements for survival. Some places had none. Others were so close to each other that it would give somebody whiplash how quickly things could change. He was in one of those areas now. This old house of his, was where this game had started.
i'd love to get to know potential partners first, it'd be great to be friends since i'm probably going to be talking ooc a bit. i'm an open book for the most part. i notice that discord seems to be the popular handle for people, let me know if you want mine. i'm fine here or there. my writing style is a lot of description and thoughts, but i can run with dialogue if given enough to work off of- or get things moving in a certain direction, just let me know. i don't need too much; just someone who can match length or get close, reply every few days, okay with talking regularly. ask me about my plots or let me know about your own.
if you'd like to know anything else just pm me.🖏
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