Looking for a literate partner. I want someone who can collaborate with me, who enjoys talking ooc and planning where we're going and developing character arcs. I want to build something together. Spelling and grammar mistakes aren't a big deal to me. I'm sure you'll find quite a few as you read on. I care more about style, quality of interaction and character development. That said, I need to be able to understand what you're writing. I will not give a length minimum, but I expect the post to have content that goes beyond the actions of your characters. I cannot stress this enough.

At the bottom, I will provide a writing sample. This should give you an idea of where I am.

Contacts (DO NOT CONTACT ME THROUGH SUBETA): Email: [email protected] Skype: lemursrabblerabble

Plots:

1. Alice in Wonderland: Alice goes down the rabbit hole into an nightmarish Wonderland. There, she meets another girl, also named Alice. She's sickly, an absolute wreck. She doesn't know who she is, or where she came from. All she can remember is that she was supposed to do something, and she failed. The two set off through Wonderland in search of A2's lost identity and a way home.

If Alice in Wonderland doesn't appeal to you, I'd be more than happy to drop it from the plot. AiW only inspired it; it can stand without it.

2. Ex-Superheroes / Ex-Villains A mysterious disease that strips mutants of their powers is spreading. The world is left vulnerable as its superheroes fall to the disease, while the remaining supervillains wreak havoc.

An ex-hero and ex-villain, both effected by the disease, meet as civilians. Drawn together by their mutual disillusionment, maybe was FWB to start, not wanting to think about the other's (or their own) pasts. They bond as they learn to navigate their new lives, coming to terms with what they were, what they are, and what they want to become.

Maybe the hero wants to try to keep hero-ing about, and to recruit the villain to join her. They both have skills unrelated to their powers (martial arts training, weapon proficiency etc.). We write out what that's like for them, and the ways they clash trying to work together.

3. Taboo 1940's/50's: My knowledge of history is severely limited, so you'll have to bear with me. I'm imagining these two housewives, neighbors and friends. One whose husband died in the war (or comes back severely changed? whatever seems more interesting). The other housewife starts spending more and more time with her, supporting her through this tough time. They develop feelings for each other, we see how it goes...

Or... maybe we start the rp before the husband comes back, with both women developing feelings then... theeeen the husband comes back.

4. Pirates/Fantasy: This one is mad cliche, but whatever (also, I have absolutely zero detailed historical knowledge, I kinda bumble through these things like a fool, and twist and bend to have my way).

Two women grew up together in the slums, fell in puppy love as teens, then went separate ways. 1 becomes a soldier in the navy, other a pirate (for the sake of I feel like it, men and women’s roles were switched in this rp, so all ships full of women). Later on in adulthood, their ships clash, reuniting them. Soldier gets captured, pirate is all, I don’t know what to do. I enjoy it because it’s driven by their emotions, now having to process stuff that went down in the past, and figure out how to move forward in the now annnnnd then the pirate captain, using some treasure thing, transports them all to some crazy magic land (mermaids and dangerous creatures afoot), so the pirates can grab some swag that would be worth lots in the regular land.

At some point, the pirate+soldier get separated from the big group, and must then work together to survive/get home. Also, if you have any interest in starting the rp with them as adolescents? It’s an idea I’ve been toying with…. Wondering if it would make the impact of their reunion that greater…spose if it doesn’t work we could always nix it and skip ahead.

5. Ex-Bestfriend x Ex-Bestfriend: This is another one that involves two characters with a history, very similar to the last. Two friends grew up in the same small town. From elementary to high school, they were inseparable. Then, some big bad happened (to be discussed), and they split after that. One went to college far away, some big city, and has become a bit of a hot shot. The other never really left home. Years later, hotshot returns home for (reason to be discussed, perhaps a sick parent). Hotshot and homebody are reunited for much awkwardness and tension.

This is a pretty bare bones idea. I'm down to get into the nitty gritty and build on it, throw in fantasy/supernatural elements, whatever.

Genres:

• Fantasy - both modern and otherwise, just be warned that my historical knowledge is severely lacking
• Sci-fi
• Superheroes / Supervillains - from Kim Possible's to Justice League's
• Slice of Life
• Dystopian Future
• Post-Apocalypse
• Supernatural / Horror
• Gifted / Mutants

Fandoms: All fandoms will involve OC. I'm more interested in playing in an established universe than writing established characters.

• Gattaca - I'm interested in writing an rp about two characters in Gerome and Vincent's situation
• Harry Potter - I'm not a hardcore fan, so most of the details are lost on me, but I'm still down
• Misfits

Here's the sample, as promised. It's not the longest one I've written, nor is it the shortest. Not the best, nor the worst. Total average.

It was one more night, one more hour, one more round.

Charlotte Black was slumped in the vinyl booth at X's and O's, an arm thrown over Tam's shoulders, and her head nested in the crook of her neck. She could smell Tam's perfume–strawberry lemonade. It clashed with the stale-beer musk that saturated the bar. Eyes closed, she saw the faint splashes of green, red, blue and pink; the lights above the dance floor bursting with the electronic beat. They sat at a long table, which looked like it hadn't seen the clean side of a rag in weeks. It was littered with empty shot glasses and half-finished cocktails. Smushed on the other side of booth were coats and bags, all belonging to the rest of their friends.

"You know you can go dance with them if you want," Charlotte said, rubbing her eyes.

"And leave you here? Don't be silly. Who's gonna chase away your suitors?"

"How many times have you left me somewhere to go off with a guy? Besides, if anyone comes a-knockin', I'll just throw my wig off and scare them away." Charlotte's finger looped through the copper locks, a bouncing bob that was cut just below her glass-shard jaw.

"I dunno, Professor. I think some guys might be into that..."

"Baldies? You really think so? Suppose I could always puke on them instead," Charlotte repllied.

"Oh, how you've evolved to the nightlife."

"Adapted."

"Whatever," Tam chuckled. She reached into the empty plastic basket, plucking the stubby remains of the waffle fries. "It's not everyday that my best friend turns twenty one. My feet are tired, anyway."

Charlotte opened her eyes, dragging her gaze to Tam's face. They both knew this had nothing to do with Tam's feet, or her birthday. That had this been a year earlier, before the diagnosis, it would have ended the way it always did: Tam slinking off with boy on her hip, and Charlotte kicking home on the subway, alone. Feeling like a fool. But it was always one more night, maybe tonight, maybe...

"You think the nurses noticed you're gone yet?"

"Oh, definitely," Charlotte laughed.

"Way to make a first impression."

"Doesn't matter. I'll be long gone before they learn to hate me, anyway." For a second, it looked like Tam had stopped breathing. They of them became very still, statues among the grinding bodies, the bustling servers and shuffling wall-flowers. Charlotte's heartbeat gushed in her ears. Reeling herself into a sitting position, she put on a grin.

"Besides, who could hate my freakish little face?"

"Me," Tam said, falling in-step with Charlotte, "Your parents had to pay me to be here."

Laughter burst inside Charlotte's chest and out her mouth, wracking her bird-thin frame. One gasp for air, and the laugh rumbled into a cough. She clutched the table and it shook with her. Glasses clinked against each other, neon liquids jiggling. She felt Tam withdraw for a second, then her hand, hot, on her shoulder. The fit passed. They each took a deep breath.

"H-hey," Charlotte said, "You wanna dance?"

"You sure? Fifteen minutes ago you said–"

Charlotte pushed herself to her feet. She swayed. The air felt thin. She didn't know she was falling until Tam caught her.

"Shoot," Charlotte sighed. A fierce blush shattered her pasty complexion. You should have known better. She lowered her head, not wanting to see the eyes that she could feel, scattered through the room, staring. Tangles of hair covered her face; her wig had turned out of place.

"Come on, Cinderella. Let's get you to your carriage."

The taxi hummed as it pulled in front of the hospital. Half asleep, Charlotte was vaguely aware that they'd come to a stop. She started to rummage through her coat for her wallet. Tam placed a hand on her wrist.

"Don't think so, Professor," Tam said, swiping her own card through the reader before Charlotte had a chance to argue. Tam got out and went to the other door to help Charlotte out. With a firm arm around her waist, they headed inside.