Okay yeah usually I have a prompt and have it all typed out and all that jazz, but no, it's late and I think y'all get the idea. I have a few ideas, but I'm looking for new ones too!
PLEASE KEEP IT LITERATE AND PG-13!
though if you wanna do something in PM we can
- Candy Hearts: They're the candy of love, but this time they're spelling out your destiny.
- Lost Stars: At a summer camp, two strangers end up being teamed together during the day. However, it's when night rolls around, the struggles come to haunt you. But this time no one is left alone.
- Wish Upon A Star: You wish upon what looks like a star but is actually a satellite. Your wish has been recorded, catalogued, and an agent is now assigned the task of granting your wish.
- Sweet Dreams: Two strangers meet in a dream world. There's a catch. No one can wake up until falling in love with another person.
Hallo! I’m interested in the Wish Upon a Star one
Greetings! So are you interested in a particular kind of relationship? FxF, MxM, or FxM? Even dual nonbinary is okay too.
Hmmm I’ve got a male character in mind so either MxM or MxF? Depends on what character you’d like to use :)
I'm okay with either, you got a preference?
Hmm my guy would probably be (mostly) attracted to girls so probably straight?
Do you have a preference on who you’d like to roleplay? The agent or the person wishing?
(I'd kind of like to be the person wishing, but I can do either role if you think the agent might be hard)
(That works perfect! I was hoping to be the agent lol
Do we need templates?)
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Clothing:
Personality:
Likes (optional):
Dislikes (optional):
Other (optional):
Name: Hazel Brixton
Age: 21
Appearance: Medium length wavy brown hair done in twin braids, green eyes, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. She's not skinny but far from fat with an apple body type. Wears thick rimmed glasses. Fairly short standing at 5'4.
Outfit: She wears a white long sleeved sweater, a medium length flowered skirt, brown sandals, and occasionally carries small brown purse.
Personality: Timid, self doubtful, smart, very kind
Likes: Reading, overly sweetened coffee, warm flavored teas, puns though she's bad at coming up with them
Dislikes: Rain, being alone despite being used to it, people being discriminating toward others
Other: Grew up in a bad home situation, formerly was depressed, but now mainly deals with self doubt.
Name: Christopher Champagne (pronounced sham-pine)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: well defined jaw, bumped nose, steel blue eyes, short + wavy brown hair—longer on the top than the sides, average height at 5’8”, pretty lean and muscular from his job
Clothing: usually wears a navy blue suit and tie, when he’s relaxed he wears a vest with a long sleeved white shirt
Personality: very logical, orderly, prefers to keep things organized and clean, not a very sociable person but he enjoys spending time at the bar, private and doesn’t talk much unless he knows you + likes you, it’s not hard to get him to like you (just be brutally honest with him), not opposed to new solutions, mbti is INTP, a bit hypocritical but he doesn’t mind lying to or manipulating people when it serves the mission at hand
He’s got a charming smile he’s practiced over the years
Likes (optional): fulfilling people’s wishes, the bar, honey whiskey, jazz hop music, the guitar, fight tactics
Dislikes (optional): fulfilling people’s fatal wishes, being lied to, carbonated drinks, oranges
Other (optional): he grew up in New Orleans before becoming an agent
(Also I’m changing his age to 21 after I saw Hazel’s age so now there’s only 3 years difference)
(Oh, I can change hers, I just have her preset at 18 and forgot to change it haha)
(I've been writing her past a bunch lately so I forgot to change it back)
(Also wow, I can see Hazel crushing on Christopher, but then shoving her emotions away, thinking he probably has a girlfriend with how handsome he is.)
(Oo ok! Christopher would definitely be crushing on Hazel too (but wouldn’t tell her either yet lol))
Hazel sat about a foot away from the edge of a cliff in the woods. It was nearby where she used to live. She no longer felt depressed like she had been the last time she had been there. When she…
Shaking the thought away, the girl hummed sadly. Looking to the sky, she remembered wanting to wish on stars. Her father had always said it was dumb to put all your hope into a ball of hot air miles away. Right now, Hazel really didn't care. She had a new life to experience now. A new apartment near the town's library, as well as about a five minute's walk from her job in a family run coffee shop. She loved the rich smell of the caffeinated drink as well as the sweetness of baked goods offered as well.
However… it felt lonely. Work, read, eat, sleep. Which was why she was about to resort to a silly method of testing her luck. "I… I wish I had someone to talk to. A friend," she said, smiling sadly at the sky. After a few more moments in silence, she sighed and stood. After dusting off her jeans she was currently wearing, she began the walk home.
Cristopher leaned against the bar counter lazily while he half listened to the bar tender talk about his life story. He really didn’t care, he just wanted a drink. Luckily his phone buzzed its notification of a text, and he was able to offer a quick, ‘sorry, got to take this’ and leave the conversation to check the text.
He blinked at the message from the agency, sent by his partner/assistant who really didn’t help all that much except being him coffee in the office and alert him if a wish was granted on his satellite. The latter didn’t happen very often, so naturally, a certain excitement welled up in his chest. Hopefully no one wished for murder this time.
The text read: Ey Chris! You got a wish from a girl in your area ;) She wants and I quote “someone to talk to: a friend” I’ll send you her address when you get back to the station
Hazel hummed a song to herself, enjoying the cool air of the night. It wasn't often that it felt so nice during the summer. It was often far too hot for her during the summer days. She often got strange looks for wearing a sweater or jacket due to the warm temperatures. It was mostly to forget the dark time she endured. And to avoid anyone from asking about the many scars up and down her arms.
Before she knew it, the girl had arrived at the apartment complex. Fishing her key out of her pocket, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The clock read 11:35 PM, far too late for her usual taste. She had work tomorrow as well. Luckily it was a shorter shift and that she had the option of a free coffee once a week.
Yawning, Hazel stretched her arms above her head, and stepped into her room to change clothes. Taking off her shirt, she looked down at herself a moment, not liking that she wasn't supermodel skinny. Her past wounds weren't attractive either. She hated them. Biting her lip, she finished dressing before climbing into bed. Turning in her blankets, she finally settled in, letting sleep take over.
Cristopher checked the time in his car as he ignited the engine: 11:35, it said, and mere minutes since the wish was ushered. He had eight hours to get there in a normal case, but luckily this girl lived close enough for him to take his time and think about how he could grant her wish. Before pulling out the parking spot, he texted Walter—his assistant—Just tell me now, I’m not going back to the station.
One option: He could find her a friend from one of the nearby houses around where she lived. This option was tricky and unreliable, but it offered the privacy for him to remain anonymous and unknown.
The second option: He befriends get himself, taking her out on little “dates” to coffee shops and letting her vent to him about her troubles. This option was less than desirable, but if push came to shove, he would need the reliability of his personal friendship with this girl to fulfill his mission.
As simple as this mission sounded, a thousand ideas and considerations whirled around in his mind about what option he should lead with. Luckily he had eight hours to decide before he made some kind of contact to her at seven.
