Sethmeister007

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  1. Looking for role-play people

    I'd like to get involved in some role-plays. I'm comfortable playing: realism (I think exploring psychological and social elements is cool)very low fantasy and sci-fi (vampires, zombies, sentient AI, alien encounters, superpowers, etc. happening on modern-day earth)seedy urban gangster shit (ex. "clueless person accidentally crosses the Yakuza", "characters have to rescue their friend from gangsters")parody/comedy (ex. "real people interact with a Mary Sue/Marty Stu", "characters upload their consciousnesses to 4chan/Tumblr/Facebook/RedTube a-la The Matrix", "characters buy a sex toy and realize it grants them magical powers", "role-play in the style of 'My Immortal'") Erotic roleplay is cool, but non-erotic is also cool. I'm a mediocre writer I'm pretty concise and like to do a paragraph or two at a time, and I'm open to role-plays with students and graduates. I enjoy developing characters over time, as opposed to writing a character for a specific role-play. I have two very different characters at this time: an eccentric goth-type man and an upper-class woman who is a socialite and adventurer. Their bios can be found here. They have a vague "canon" but it's very flexible, if that makes any sense. Just because Seth, for instance, is a normal guy in one role-play doesn't mean he can't be a vampire hunter in another; however his personality and appearance is a constant. I used birth years instead of ages, because if you want to role-play with a younger or older version of Emily or Seth that's totally cool as well. If you have any ideas you'd like to explore with me, reply or PM. Even if it isn't something I mentioned above, just throw it at my face and see if it leaves a dent.
  2. butts

    I'm a professional butt-toucher. However, not a proctologist.
  3. I bought a car for $500

    Seth chuckled awkwardly then replied, growling "My fucking leg is asleep". The sensation was starting to come back to his leg, and by "sensation", it was "every sensation". Getting worse typically means it's about to get better, right? Hopefully just a few minutes of this torture, then he would be okay... A pair of police cruisers with lights and sirens could be heard in the distance; they got closer and passed the house, then turned up the next side street. It had been very boring in the 'hood lately and it would make Seth's night if he could catch some drama. The sirens stopped a few seconds later, there were a few "boops", and Seth was fairly certain where they had stopped. The Terrysons don't always get drunk, but when they do, the cops typically show up. Seth had no pity for them either, as they'd been an intermittent nuisance for him since he moved to the neighborhood: he moved there and they brought their fist-fights into his yard. At first, he tried to talk to them the day after, being as inoffensive as possible. They immediately went the fuck-you-I-won't-do-what-you-told-me route and Seth gave up and decided to only communicate with them on their intellectual level. They continued to fight in his yard, Seth yelled at them. They tried to fight him. Seth got a gun and told them to leave his property. Similar events continued for almost a year until Seth finally put up a privacy fence. Seth felt his leg returning to normal and he slowly lay it down against the bed. It still tingled fiercely, but there was drama to be seen and it felt fine enough to limp to the empty bedroom to watch. "I'm gonna watch drunk white trash interact with police. Wanna come with?" he asked.
  4. I bought a car for $500

    Somewhere, in an urban neighborhood the birds are chirping, old Nikes are swaying from their laces on a wire. A sound system thud-thud-thuds in the distance. Seth just got his tax return and rode his bike across town to pick up a 1985 Ford LTD from a Craigslist seller. 1985 ford crown vic ltd 4 sell.....needs work....runs blue wit blue interior, stereo gone..... xtra tires in trunk, fullszie spare $500 cash only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no idiots!!!!!!!!!!! It wasn't quite like the Interceptor he drove in college but as a car built on a platform which hadn't changed since the 70's, it was close enough, and $500 was a fair price to buy it, have some fun with it, and take it to the scrap yard. When he reached the approximate location of the car, he pulled his bike off onto the sidewalk and straddled it as he pulled out his cell phone and called the seller. Seller: "Uh, hello" Seth: "Hi. I messaged you about the LTD for $500..." Seller: "Okay, yea' I still got it" Seth: "Good. I am currently at...Murray and 24th and there's, like, a pizza shop with a beer distributor in the same building. Where do I need to go?" Seller: "Umm you're gonna go down Murray two blocks, then go left up the hill to Arbor Street. I'm in a tan house with a fence after the first stop sign." Seth: "That sounds easy enough, I'll call if I get lost but yep...be there in 10 or so." Seller: "Yah ok man, sounds good." Seth located the Craigslist Seller's house based on the directions. He chained his bike to a signpost and peeked down the house's driveway to see something resembling the alleged card in a patch of tall grass. Before he walked up to the door to knock, the assumed Craigslist Seller walked out and greeted 'Ay man, you here for the car?" "Yea, let's see it!" Seth replied, barely able to contain his excitement. They walked down the driveway to the patch of tall grass where the car was parked. The Seller opened a door for Seth and pointed out various features: ash tray, the missing stereo, the location of the truck release; then they looked at the retreads contained in the trunk. "Can I try starting it?" Seth asked. "Sure, man," The Seller replied and handed Seth the key. Seth entered the car and turned the key, surprised the car started right up. After further inspection, he found the car suitable and purchased it from The Seller, who seemed happy to get the car off his property and get some money in the process. Seth threw his bike haphazardly in the back seat and drove the car out of the driveway. Seth doesn't always stop at every stop sign, but when he does, it's when he's driving a car with no insurance or registration. It was only across town on a Sunday...what could go wrong? ((Anyone is free to jump in with any type of character. This is a realistic RP, can possibly include sex, yaoi-friendly. No anime/cartoon pictures.))
  5. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Is it the number 11 ?
  6. I bought a car for $500

    Seth smirked, showing his teeth slightly, and replied "Nike: just do it..." Maren could walk around naked at any time if she wanted to. That's what Seth did, and why all windows had...well except for the bay window in the kitchen, but that was nothing a robe couldn't solve. Seth cringed a moment as he repositioned himself onto his side while suspending his asleep leg. It felt very annoying and he was anticipating the moment the sensation would pass.
  7. I bought a car for $500

    Seth was simultaneously trying to slowly unbend both his legs while keeping the asleep one off the bed. He could fold into feline, semi-yogic poses and remain comfortable for a while but somewhere between a lack of conditioning - even mild agoraphobia isn't exactly conducive to keeping a steady gym schedule, though he tries - and possibly age, unfolding had become difficult over the course of years. Would he settle down and finally just accept sitting and lying like a normal adult? Nah, just continue complaining and become terrified at the possibility that he someday wouldn't be able to code while sitting on the couch leaning on his elbows over his crossed legs, or casually squatting on a chair when sitting would absolutely do. It was distressing to think that eventually he may lose his ability to do the Cossack dance. Through his discomfort, with his legs finally straightened, he looked over and replied, "That would be boobs." It was a Freudian slip, perhaps from a lingering high, but he was okay with it. Her confidence was contagious, rather than intimidating: he would never refer to himself as "smokin' hot" and actually thought he was a solid "4", possibly a "6" on a good day. Then again, Maren wasn't a Sports Illustrated model-type herself who was 5'10", simultaneously a size 0 with huge boobs, glittery blonde hair, and abs fit for bouncing a quarter off of. She seemed delighted being average-height, curvy, and auburn-haired, with a face more cute than exotic She wasn't perfectly inside the ideal and Seth thought she was perfectly attractive as she was, and perhaps she thought the same of him because of, not in spite of, his scars, the pooch of flab on his otherwise flat belly, his slightly crossed eye, wide hips, and the multitude of other areas he felt were aesthetic sins.
  8. I bought a car for $500

    Seth narrowed his eyes and looked playfully confused. "Was my hair that filthy, heh? It's out the door, at the end of the hall, opposite the stairs." If she were to go there, Maren would find a fairly large bathroom, with original 1920s claw-foot tub, free-standing sink, etched mirror medicine cabinet, and a defunct gas heater set in the wall, but a retrofitted modern toilet. The walls and floor were white tile and there was a skylight. It was surprisingly well lit by a combination to original and retrofit fixtures, acceptably clean, yet not decorated beyond a vine plant hanging in the corner. Seth felt fairly comfortable but one leg was starting to fall asleep. "Hold that thought..." he said then sat up, looking uncomfortable as he rose to a slouchy kneeling position. "Oh Jesus fuck..." Seth said under his breath at his hips reluctance to extend, then said to Maren "fuck getting old, I'm not ready" before flopping down on the bed beside her.
  9. I bought a car for $500

    Sometimes Seth could speak eloquently, but he usually hit a wall when nervous - which was often - or feeling like he was being judged. Fortunately, Maren seemed to be doing neither right now, and he was more distracted from his own awkwardness by her story of her friend. His expression was one of concern and he said, "That sucks for your friend, hopefully they got out of there...". For Maren, it was probably something she was used to knowing, but it derailed Seth's train of thought from safe words to some obtrusive memory that always seemed to say, Oh hi! Did someone say myyyyy name? and its summoning begged for drinking and crying. He focused on her touch on his face, the music, her face, and the warmth of her body, making every attempt to stay in the present.
  10. I bought a car for $500

    Seth looked up at her and smiled nervously before breaking eye contact momentarily, as though Maren might judge what he was about to say, "See...ehh...as crazy as it sound, I dom'd in a club years and years ago. It took me a while to get used to people s-s-screaming and telling me to stop. That I would stop and then they'd get mad. Because they wanted me to keep going. I eventually programmed myself to ignore that and listen for the 'slow down' or 'stop' safe word...I got someone to dominate me. To find my own limits and I realized how important it was, 'cause I found I also one of those vocal people, even if whatevers was happening was tolerable...so...sa-safewords are pretty important. I'm actually pretty 'pistachio', as they say. But I appreciated the harder stuff for the sensation and novelty, and as far as stuff I did to other people: well, emm...I wouldn't do it for free just for fun. It's why I didn't do that for long...other than I r-realized I hate touching people and hate working with the public. That's part of why I dropped pre-med as well." It may have been the most consecutive words he uttered the whole night, and so emerged his very slight stutter and spastic speech cadence. He was hyperaware of it, to the point it was exaggerated in his own mind, but among other reasons it caused him to avoid speaking at-length whenever possible. At the same time, even as a child, when it was more noticeable, no one had ever considered it problematic enough and his parents would rather reprimand him than ever admit their son had a mild speech problem and could benefit from speech classes. Only "retards" took speech classes, and it was preposterous to them to place Seth in the same category as "retards". Of course, that never stopped his mother from accusing him of being a "retard" when he was doing something she didn't like.
  11. I bought a car for $500

    "Yeaaaa..." Seth replied, "I'm comfortable in both roles. Is there anything definitely off-limits...and do you have a safeword?" he then asked. As Maren ran her fingernails along his cheekbone, he closed his eyes momentarily to mentally absorb the touch. His ears were pierced with three simple steel rings and a scaffold bar; the first of the three rings sat loosely in the piercing, as it had been stretched years ago. Gauge your ears, they said, ​it will be so cool, they said. As Seth got older, the people with stretched ears stayed roughly the same age apart from the occasional artist or musician. Though he didn't turn 25 and go clean-cut, there was a strange code of professional and mature appearance Seth abided by. It was part of the reason he stopped dying his hair; the men who could pull off gothic blue-black hair stayed roughly the same age and there were only a few celebrities and musicians who could wear it well past 30. I have better things to do than fucking sit around dying my hair and cleaning fucking dye out of my new white fucking tile grout, Seth had come to rationalize over time.
  12. I bought a car for $500

    "Have you ever tried bondage, or sensory play?" he asked, interested in what her answers might be. Seth, himself, was into light kinks - right up Maren's alley - plus a few extras. Including his experience from their last encounter, he was glad to know she wasn't the type of woman to lie there like a dead fish. She was engaging, sexually, and he appreciated some dominance in a woman. His role in life, as viewed by others - as a man, as a tall man, and one built a bit more than average - was expected to be dominant. Sometimes he wanted to surrender control, if for no other reason than he got bored of dominance.
  13. I bought a car for $500

    "I feel bad," Seth said flatly, but obviously joking. "Might as well..." he then said with a fake tone of reluctance before kissing Maren on the cheek. He scooted back and sat on his heels, resting his chin on his crossed arms over Maren's hips. "So, do you have any kinks?" he asked. It was sort of random and out of context, but it was what popped into his head, so he said it.
  14. I bought a car for $500

    Seth wasn't prepared for that...he involuntary made the Something Is On My Face-face while Maren licked his nose. "Alright, that's it," he threatened playfully then shoved her down on the mattress and pinned her wrists. He leaned down and first licked her nostril as he had previously intended not to, then her ear, then her neck if she let him get that far.
  15. I bought a car for $500

    Seth pressed his forehead against hers, enough to gently push her, and sniggered quietly. He wasn't sure if it was a legitimate way to win this particular game or a way to lose, but it seemed like a good idea to lick her nostril. It would be the ultimate distraction, but also could be off-putting - he didn't know her like that - so he stuck his tongue out to lick her cheek. He wanted to kiss her, but wanted to be a jerk-ass tease a bit more at the moment.
  16. I bought a car for $500

    Seth nuzzled her nose lightly in return and said, "You play The Game by trying not to think about The Game." He tilted his head back with a small movement and jutted his jaw slightly forward so his vertically-oriented strip of beard would poke her chin. Take that you not-Game-knowing girl...you wide-hipped not-kissing-game-losing girl...you nice-titty-having girl.
  17. I bought a car for $500

    Seth opened his eyes - though normally imperceptible, his right eye was ever so slightly crossed - and was trying his hardest not to fully smirk. "Everyone who knows about The Game is playing it. If you think about it, you lose. When you lose, you have to announce it." He's tried to get other people to play The Game in his adult life, but many people seem to have either forgotten about it or refuse to engage, presumably assuming it was something Seth made up on his own to be "a special snowflake" or to annoy them.
  18. I bought a car for $500

    Seth closed his eyes for a few seconds to just feel her hands on his face. Just as he thought she was going to kiss him, he then smirked once she announced the game. "Right," he said then closed his eyes. He wasn't sure the game was a staring contest, a don't-make-me-laugh, or literally to resist kissing her...due to the ambiguous goal, he figured closing his eyes wasn't against the rules. Just then, he remembered The Game - not the one they were playing, but The Game - and informed Maren, in case she was ever playing it. "You just made me lose The Game" he whispered curtly. He'd been playing the game for a few less than fifteen years.
  19. I bought a car for $500

    Seth sat patiently, unfazed by any pulling and her occasional re-doing. In fact, it felt rather good; still being high helped too, because if he were a cat, he would be purring. When Maren finished, he ran his hand down the back of the braid and it felt very symmetrical and neat. "I like it too, but I can rarely get it right myself," he commented and looked over his shoulder at her. He leaned back with one arm and through a combination of twisting and slightly shifting his sitting position, faced Maren. "Thanks, even though it's going to get wrecked while I'm asleep," he continued then kissed her cheek.
  20. I bought a car for $500

    Seth halfway smiled, surprised by the request, and replied "Sure. You'd probably do a better job than I do...". Not many men probably let a woman braid their hair, even if they had enough hair to braid. Not moving too quickly, Seth sat up into a cross-legged position and removed his hair tie. His hair was coarse and weighty - a bit horse-like - but silky and trimmed free of ragged ends. Even his grey hairs, which formed a subtle lighter streak behind each ear and , were more silky than squiggly. "Do you need a brush?" he asked. With the music on and Maren nor himself discussing triggering thoughts - albeit when she did, it was indirectly - Seth could finally relax a bit more. Pet the furry wall, he thought, that's actually funny because my hair is like a furry wall. Am I fucking high or what?
  21. I bought a car for $500

    After Maren had disembraced and sat on the bed, Seth got up and walked across the room to a set of computer speakers which weren't connected to a computer. He heard her say something but didn't exactly make it out. "What?" he asked as he crouched in front of the speakers and plugged his phone into the attached 1/8" cable. He poked through his phone menu then turned the volume on the speakers and phone...nothing was playing and it would seem to be because the speakers weren't plugged in, but don't tell him that... After a few seconds, Seth realized the solution to his problem and was fortunate to remember to turn the speakers down before his phone continued playing the same song they left off on in the car, then turn back to an audible yet not overbearing volume. He stood and walked back to the bed where Maren sat. Seth sat at the bottom of the bed before flopping back and reaching his arms over his head, touching the headboard. He stretched up and arched his back before folding his arms with fingers re-clasped upon his chest.
  22. I bought a car for $500

    Seth slumped a little to rest his chin on her shoulder and relaxed into Maren's touch. The first of her statements, he agreed with; the latter...eh, he was sure he would need a lot of therapy to get to a point where he coped in a normal way: no cutting, only "happy drinking" and "happy weed", being able to exist in a typical workplace. As chaotic and painful a place his mind was, it was familiar and he knew how to get along and plan his life according to his flashbacks and triggers. Therapy seemed to make things worse: promoting rumination and the "sick role". His single week-long stint with medication did make things worse, he experienced most of the labeled side-effects which were more distressing than his mental instability. Being a once-bitten-twice-shy type of person, he dismissed both routes, preferring to go it alone. "I'll think about that," he replied, metaphorically placing the thought aside to toss in the trash later. Though he didn't take her advice - he rarely took anyone's advice - he found her presence comforting and wanted her to stay around, so he didn't argue. Seth felt a strange negative-nostalgia come over him...the time was what he half-jokingly called "The Witching Hours", when the most flashbacks, meltdowns, and drunk accidents occur, typically. The silence in the room had shifted over time from ambient to downright deafening. The lighting had gradually shifted to yellow harshness. "Do you mind if I put music on?" he asked with an undertone of unsettledness.
  23. I bought a car for $500

    Seth was improvising at that point, evoking the mythos of Dante's Inferno and black metal. Were he sober, he probably would have stuttered and tripped over his words, ruining the dramatic effect. He watched Maren's reaction for a moment and, seeing that she wasn't alienated by it, let her climb onto his lap and cling. It felt nice, and he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm glad you like me but I'm not being macho, I'm doing what I have to do because I don't have a lot of choices," he said factually. Despite his skills and best efforts, Seth never understood the unwritten rules of a conventional workplace and had a very hard time with dress codes; he was the guy who would show up in the same wrinkled suit every day and mix whiskey with his coffee. On the other hand, he felt as though he was too functional to live in a mental home; that was for people with serious problems, who didn't understand themselves and couldn't learn how to live, he thought. He definitely didn't want to move back with his emotionally incestuous mother, and his old-school Serbian father who thought mental problems were imaginary, so Seth could be set straight by good, old-fashioned hard work, a respectable haircut, and reading the epistle at Father Dobroslav's liturgy. His remaining choices were to join a group of squatters and freegans with dogs, serve coffee and live in a punk house, or to learn some rules of business and economics and freelance for people who would only know him by his work and emails. If I wanted to be macho, I'd park a box truck in that clown's living room and nail his dick to a coffee table, he thought to himself. This may have been a good plan when Seth contemplated intentionally going to prison to learn a vocation and avoid being homeless. Fortunately, that choice is no longer on the table.
  24. I bought a car for $500

    Seth inhaled and tilted his head, bemused by her reaction: the same reaction he'd seen from practically everyone. "Don't feel sorry for me, just don't," he said, though paradoxically leaned a bit in her direction. Somewhere inside, he wanted someone's sincere sympathy, but he felt strength was an absolute necessity to avoid further harm. He wanted to explain, but it was for his own protection that choice experiences lie in a box, under lock, under a shroud, in a vault, behind walls and walls and more walls. By virtue of her sex and age, Maren would probably be able to get closer than most. He put his hand on hers and offered a weak smile, "I'm dealing with things my own way. I started from- There was the bottom, six layers of shit, six layers of Hell, then me, but I see the clearing beyond the woods," he said as he gestured "layers" with his free hand before slapping it down on the floor to represent his approximate location in hell, then held an 'invisible grapefruit' which presumably could represent his destiny. Being a bit high, he elaborated upon his metaphor, "...but if I end up wandering Purgatory for the rest of my life, that's better than where I was before...you just need to accept, if you roll with me, that you will likely never sit within the golden walls of Heaven." It was totally like him to reference a Bathory album.
  25. I bought a car for $500

    "Where's there scars?" he asked, then remembered what Maren was referring to. "Ah...ehhh, I had...hmm...eh..." he trailed off in a string of vocalizations, a defeated expression, and a nervous breathy laugh but didn't pull his arm back. He wasn't proud of what he did, but in the moment, it made sense. In Seth's mind, self-harming was a lesser evil; it allowed him to fall asleep on an endorphin high - he understood it medically - so he could work to meet his deadlines the next day. Scars were better than getting behind in his work, not meeting a deadline, getting dropped from a project, and then having to find another client. I should have a shot or two of vodka and maybe that will help me relax...eh, but typically one or two shots becomes ten shots and that isn't sexy at all. More weed would probably be sufficient, right? I don't even know if I'm into her; she's pretty sexy, but does she even know the cost of dish soap? Jeez, rich girls are so...eh...I'm probably generalizing here, but I don't want to go so far and then realize I'm supposed to replace her daddy as an ATM. No we can't go to the beach, no you can't buy those shoes, no you can't drive a Tahoe that gets 11 MPG highway, and sometimes you have to eat a fuckin' can of beans because I don't get paid for another week. I'm a bad, bad, bad person. I shouldn't stereotype like that. What if she's not like that at all?? What if I'm the awful person, always thinking about myself instead of saving over time for vacations and shoes...Am I just buying into the 'gender industrial complex'? Filling an antiquated role without question when I could just propose a different arrangement and we could live as equals and be happy providing for each other? What if she's bought into the 'gender industrial complex' and isn't even at the point where she can take the blue pill or red pill and wake up and find that the matrix isn't real? Oh Jesus fuck my life, fuck my life to hell. After his nervous chuckle, Seth was silent for a few seconds - wheels obviously turning, as he stared at his arm with spacey wolf-grey eyes - before continuing in a monotone voice, "I self-harm when I can't deal with things. That's pretty much it". He put it out there and was going to see where it went, holding his hand open for the pipe and lighter.