[A4A] Mistaken identity

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A QUICK SMUT PLOT, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ME PLAYING A TRANS WOMAN CHARACTER, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

IF YOU ARE A USER OF AI IN ANY WAY, WHETHER IT BE FOR REFERENCE IMAGES OR WRITING, THIS IS NOT THE AD FOR YOU

This is a long ad, just a forewarning! As usual with my plots, I’m happy for you to play a character of any gender.

Now those little disclaimers are out of the way let’s get into it! As I mentioned in the disclaimers above I am looking to play my trans MtF oc, Erica. This isn’t really up for debate and it’s what I’m looking to pursue so to emphasise what I said above, if you’re not okay playing against her then I’m not the writer for you. If you are then that’s great! The only specific requirement I have for your character is that you play some form of top/dom/‘giver’ etc. Erica is not a dominant character and this will not work if you’re not able to play someone along those lines, regardless of gender identity. We can obviously get into the nitty gritty of that if you message me off this ad, but that’s a surface level summary.

Now a little bit about me! I go by Blue online, I’m 26, I’m genderfluid (She/They) and my timezone is GMT! I have a very free schedule, my job basically allows me to be on my phone all the time, and I’m available from 7am to around 11pm uk time on weekdays and then weekends is a random large period of free time depending on life stuff. I’m completely ok with chatting ooc or keeping it mainly rp and things relating to that, although if we vibe ooc the that’s always a plus. I am super enthusiastic about this specific oc (I’ve even got a Pinterest board and a recent artwork commission for her) so the more opportunities to fit her backstory and surrounding concepts of her character into the rp, the happier I’ll be.

In terms of writing I can go anywhere from 200 to 800+ words depending on scenes, your level of detail input and etc. I understand the length is usually scene dependant, I’m not expecting a novella response for dialogue heavy scenes and etc. I’m happy with many replies a day or infrequent ones, although I do really prefer a minimum of at least a few replies a week.

Now onto some plot details. So I have the most background and material for this to be set in a medieval/fantasy style (not a deal breaker) with varying levels of fantasy elements depending on what we decide. It can be no magic, low/practical magic, high level magic or anywhere on the scale. I have a couple of kingdom concepts, both of which I have another Pinterest board with clothing and styles presented on it. This is however by no means a necessity, and this can obviously be easily reskinned for any kind of sci-fi setting, so for example a ransom between rival megacorps, space civilisations or even planetary/system governments. The ‘background’ elements of this can be easily swapped around depending on what we decide on.

I know the starter is extremely vague and it’s deliberately left that way for maximum creativity/originality. I really wanna see where this one can go with such little influence from me! One specific idea I had for this starter is this:

My character has been hidden away almost her whole life by her mother due to her despising her transness. As far as the wider kingdom and realm is concerned, the Yinder family only has one daughter, Lady Moritta. Her father is her one lifeline of compassion, and has prevented her mother from straight up abandoning her or worse, but he’s spineless infront of her verbal abuse and demeaning treatment etc. Your character is a member or leader of some kind of vague band of bandits/mercenaries/criminals/whatever else and intends to capture Moritta, my characters sister, the supposed only daughter of the family. During the attack you or a not-so-bright henchman grabs Erica instead, and then post-escape when you realise your forces have grabbed the wrong princess you try to ransom her back and realise Francesca couldn’t care less, so you are then stuck with her. This one lends itself pretty well to the enemies to lovers trope, as Erica can become slowly more helpful to the group, healing magic, herbal remedies, repairing equipment and whatever else.

This is by no means the only direction this plot can go, and I’m 100% up for coming up with something else! Perhaps you’re a knight from the kingdom, rescuing Erica from her troubled fate, or a mage sensing Erica’s abilities in a low magic world, truly anything works!

I’ll cut the ad off there, please put your favourite book or movie in your message to prove you’ve read the ad. Below you can find a sample of my writing and a possible starter for the rp, and I hope to hear from some of you!

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*Tap tap tap*. Erica angled the worn-out chisel against the glass of her small window, very slowly knocking at the base of the tool with the leg of a stool she had fashioned into a makeshift hammer. Most of her hobby supplies were in similar disrepair, as she was not granted access to any new or fresh equipment, unlike her sister. Everything she owned she’d made herself or she’d stolen.

The blade of the metal tool chipped off shards of material from the glass surface, digging a shallow trench. She had been at it for multiple days, returning to the same spot to continue the practice and attempt to improve. Dotted around the rest of the window were her past attempts; the first clumsy and inelegant, the slow increase in skill clear in steps of progress. This newest collection of work outlined the leaves of ivy beginning to encroach on the corners of her clear portal, creeping their pernicious way into the binding/ and stone of the outer wall. The shallow lines she’d been working into the glass arched and met together, drawing a relief of a few leaves and the main twisting branch behind the specific section she worked on. She planned to repeat this pattern across the base of the window, until she had formed an artificial fresco of the plant life. She knew she had a limited timeframe, as the groundskeeper of the keep often trimmed the plants, and he would no doubt report her petty vandalism to Francesca, her mother, and said report would result in some new form of malicious and sadistic discipline.

Just as she swung the last strike to finish the inner lines of a leaf, a flash of black crossing between the thick forest beyond the trees caught her eye and resulted in her smacking her own thumb instead of the chisel, earning a yelp and a clatter of equipment on the floor. She scowled, leaning down on her three-legged stool to collect them back up and brought her stare to the glass again. There it was, a second flash of dark movement. Erica knew the bleak wall of snow-coated pine trees beyond the keep wall like the back of her hand, having spent countless hours staring through the window, and could pick out the subtle changes. Trampled winter shrubs, disturbed leaves, the immaculate blanket of bleached white snow crushed in areas.

She saw it for a third time, and this time her gaze was focused enough to catch a silhouette. Dark, hooded, bulky. She knew all the types of staff that ventured beyond the walls of Sandrya, and whoever the individual was beyond the tree-line, it was certainly no Sachrean citizen. A second later Erica saw a second glimpse, and then a third. Too far apart to be the same individual. There were multiple figures in the treeline, and all at once they stepped free, stark against the alabaster winter snow.