ABOUT

Hi! I'm Pallywaug or Waug (Pronounced WOW-G). I'm a he/him, queer, disabled, 30-something artist from Canada. I do most of my RP on Discord these days, but have experience with forums, Tumblr, Google Docs, and email.

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General Rules

I picked up the idea of personal RP rules from Tumblr, but I understand that to most outsiders they may come across as pretentious, intimidating, or judgmental. That is not my intent. I've been RPing as well as leading RP groups for 20 years now, and getting specific about my personal preference and boundaries is necessary for my own safety and enjoyment.

Shipping Rules

Some Trope/Theme Tierlists here

Writing Partner Preferences

I don't like the way the RP community classifies writing levels. High word/paragraph counts do not equal high quality. My replies vary greatly in length. I personally like writing with people who:

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➨ Main | ➻ Main (developing) | ⤐ Side
♂ Cis Man | ♀ Cis Woman | ⚦ Trans Man
⚣ Gay | ⚢ Lesbian | ⚣⚤ Bi/Pan | ∅ Ace
❥ Fandom | ✸ Fantasy | ▴ Scifi | ❖ Historical | ✿ Canon

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Liir Thropp Ko

Wicked

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My personal favourite timeline is my own AU in between SoAW and ALAM in which Trism comes back. I briefly wrote this with someone many years ago and would love to try again. I have not read the Another Day series yet, but it’s on the list! Other than that, I’m happy to write during any timeline with any canon. Maybe even an OC or two. I'll happily write against Candle but my personal version of him considers their relationship a more comp-het situation.

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Fenris

Dragon Age

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It was just before Veilguard was released that I began an RP set shortly after Trespasser/Blue Wraith. I was creating my own lore about Tevinter (fleshing out additional details while sticking with the Roman Empire as a foundation).Fenris aligns with both Red Jenny and the Lucerni to collaborate on missions. He pretends to be enslaved by the Lucerni to work undercover, while doing some Robin Hood style quests with the Jennies on the side.I have a starter for a Solstice bacchanal at a magister’s house that they intercept to rescue some slaves. It was supposed to be a murder mystery as well, in the spirit of Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, but much more horrific and depraved.

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Haku

Ghibli

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My vague concept for Adult Haku places him in a more Princess Mononoke-esque spirit world where he fights with other gods and all that good stuff, but I'm happy to write him in other verses.

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Elethis Tuessa
Ellis Tachibana

D&D | Elder Scrolls | Dragon Age | Historical

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D&D: Former Neverwinter street rat who rose through the ranks at the Academy. He went to the Feywild after graduation to learn advanced magic, but he was banished for committing atrocities. When he came back to the material plane, he lost all his Feywild knowledge and found himself aged about twenty years. He can still remember what he did, and wants to atone for his crimes, but will he really? Currently, he makes a living adventuring, perhaps with a party.

TES: A born and raised Telvanni, he's deep in the madness and mage supremacist attitude. Privileged and spoiled, he basically just does whatever he wants with little consequences around Morrowind.

DA: Former Tevinter Soporati, he was taken from his home to the Circle after he started setting everything on fire with his eyes. A prized pupil, he had talent, but no discipline or patience, so he got through training with the aid of sexual favours and other bribery. He became the apprentice of a lesser magister, and after she died in a fire (total accident) he took her place, as was her dying wish (so he says).

Historical: Born of the noble Owenson family, his mother had a secret fling with an orchard worker, but the family never told him and they tried to make him look as white as possible. He became a cold-hearted Eton slut committing depravity after depravity until graduation. After that, he was arranged to be married to a second-cousin and told to button it up or he'd be disowned. Depending, he's either still on that trajectory or becomes disillusioned by a band of circus performer friends. After the latter, he rejects the title himself to make a living as a gay bar owner instead.

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Mazarin of Arvis
Daisuke Arvidson
Mazarin Arvidson

D&D | Cyberpunk 2077 | Historical

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D&D: Feywild fairy with a noble title, he was unhappy in his station, and despises the whole plane and other fairies. After his dickhead boyfriend cheated on him and killed his uncle, he both left for the material plane and transitioned at the same time. Now he's got barely any powers and just wanders around trying to figure out how the real world works. Probably will join an adventuring party

C2077: Born to Corpo parents working for Arasaka in Japan. They moved to the US when he was few years old. He was kicked out as a teen for being a promiscuous drug addict crossdresser. He began survival sex work in Night City to get by. He met Lizzie Borden there and she helped him pay the Ripperdoc for transition. After her death and the massacre at the bar, he quit sex work and formed a band with some friends called Ice & Dice. They were successful but broke up due to typical rock band clashing. Shortly after, his bandmate Jas was murdered by a Tyger Claw. Dais blamed himself, and went underground. In 2076, he became a fixer, hiring Solos to kill Tyger Claws and protect joytoys.

Historical: His parents weren't noble, but struck it rich in trade and could afford to send him to a fancy finishing school. He spent summers experimenting with sex and gender with Eton boys. He eventually got into some shady hormone treatments (anachronism but idgaf) and ran away from home. He eventually got into sex work at a proper whorehouse whose Madame, Helga Pedersdatter, became a dear friend. One day a john got too violent and he shot him in self-defense, and his friends helped him skip town.

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Jericho of Verdant Grove
Jericho LeVert

D&D | Historical

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D&D: Jericho grew up in a druid grove called Verdant. He has recently begun a pilgrimage, which is the final part of the grove’s initiation rite into adulthood. On his own for the first time, he seeks the Verdant Tree, the place from which the Verdant Grove was born. Hundreds of years ago, the people of the grove were forced out by mysterious circumstances. Along the way, he hopes to provide healing services and help people in need however he can.

Historical: He was taken from his Miqmak parents in Canada at a very young age and raised in a Catholic residential school. He was treated as most students were; horrifically. When he was about 17, he reached a breaking point where he no longer cared if he lived or died, so he took the risk of escaping. He got caught and was shot at but survived, awakening after he'd been left for dead. He found work in the city at a textile factory, and later at a manor house as the gamekeeper. One day, a friend brought him a wanted poster of himself; he'd been framed for the murder of the same man who had shot him.

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Malag of House Hla’Viir

D&D | Elder Scrolls

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D&D: Born into House Hla’Viir. The matron, Zethastra, is his mother. He was raised as her errand boy, then promoted to Captain of the Guard as an adult. He was the sole male family member and was abused by his sisters in typical Drow fashion. Depending, he's either still there and brainwashed into believing he deserved the abuse and remains loyal, or he is enlightened and escapes with some Eilistraeen rebels. If the latter, he roughly follows the plot of Neverwinter Nights: Hordes of the Underdark and becomes Valen Shadowbreath's lover. They try to escape to the surface but Valen is killed (or is he?) just before they get there. Malag stays on the surface mourning him and tries to find adventuring work.TES: Similar to D&D but in House Hlaalu. Hlaviir being a reclusive or perhaps disgraced family involved with the 6th House. His mother and sisters have become Dreamers and Malag works to keep their worshipping madness secret.

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Kelorell Featherlight
Kellan Featherston

D&D | LotR | Historical

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D&D: He's ventured from his quiet village and into the unknown. Mostly to bring back some money for his family, but also to experience adulthood on his own. He offers his skills as a fiddler to any tavern that will have him, and has recently decided to take on some stealthy assassination jobs.

Historical: His family have been poor shepherds for many generations. He and his brothers have little prospects in life other than helping his elderly father and taking over the business when he dies. He has a deep, hidden resentment of his family, but can't bring himself to abandon them. He found a job as a gardener for the local manor lord, but he dreams of leaving the city to be a fiddle player. He's been secretly involved with older men since his teen years. His last boyfriend was a footman who left him to get married.

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Corbenic Corvid Knott

D&D | Historical

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D&D: Basically the same as historical except he really can do necromancy.

Historical: Born Winston Sheffield in the slums of New York. He got into bodysnatching for money as a teen and the obsession with corpses endured through his time at university where he studied to become a doctor, but he got expelled before graduation for using faculty equipment for his creepy experiments. He changed his name and fled to England, where he started up an apothecary with fudged credentials. He has a secret lab under the shop and really does think he can resurrect people if he tries hard enough.

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Ezra Maksimov

Historical

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Anatole Morin

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Emiliano 'Emil' Salazar

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Historical: Born in a poor Mexican village, raised by a single mother. At around 10, Emilio stowed away on a ship headed for France, and lived most of his life there. He got involved in gangs, and eventually left France for England after his boyfriend was killed by a gang member. Now he works for a manor house as a stable groom. He's depressed and always drunk, but doing honest work now.

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Aureliano 'Liano' Zegarra

D&D | Historical

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Florian Bankman

Historical

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Sibyl Castellum
Sibyl Tedcastle

Dragon Age | Historical

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Hetienne 'Hetty Bonny' Boniface

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D&D | Dragon Age | Historical

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Tomzina 'Tom' Glass
Thomasina 'Thom' Glass

D&D | Historical

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Imogen Betel

Historical

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I have chosen some samples that best represent my writing style in an average post. Hopefully this will be enough to for you to deduce whether you and I would be compatible as writing partners.

WINE A MOCKER, BEER A BRAWLER

From a historical RP set in 1899. A horse groom and former burglar, Emil Salazar, wakes up from drunken slumber and resolves to cure his alcoholism with religion. Content warning for alcohol abuse, gross bodily fluids, some sexism and internalized homophobia.

It was upon the third night in a row that he awakened from sleep beneath a cliff and in a puddle of his own sick that he decided change was necessary. This time he also sustained a cut on his cheek from rolling onto shards of the spent bottle. He had thrown it from the top of the cliff like a lovelorn sailor's wife hoping his message would find its way to his wayward sailor. The rolled up letter had blown away in the wind, it seemed, as he cast his eye about to look for it, staggering to his feet.Emil was also late for work, the stable master surely intent on having his hide. He climbed his way back up from the depths of the moor, the cold air stinging his bloody face.The day went on, uneventful. He was lucky enough to not have been missed by the stable master. Perhaps that was why he'd heard tell that the fellow would be sacked. Inattentive. Bully for Emil.The evening came, and he, still thoroughly deep in hatred and embarrassment of himself, washed his face twice. Benbow gave him a cloth for his cheek, and he told her he'd be off to cleanse his sins. She seemed impressed, despite her adamant atheism. Kicking a habit was kicking a habit.He'd viewed the admonishment of the demon Liquor as naïve fear-mongering, a thing for aged British women to nag about. Yet another sin he fully committed to, one more ticket to Hell. But as he aged, the less fulfilling crime had become. It was now behind him. Why not knock this one off the list next? Maybe in time the sodomy would get its day in court too, but that was too much for one day.Emil went up to St. Joan's, a crumbling mess of a church. There was some scuffle and spite from the Anglicans about it. All cut from the same cloth, was his only opinion. He believed in god inasmuch as his mother had warned and prodded it into his brain, including her superstitions about black cats and broken mirrors.He walked right in, his hangover bouncing off the walls and echoing back into his ears. The dim red sanctuary candle hung as the most eye-catching light source. It looked a bit more like the devil's eye to him. He approached it and gently pushed it forward on its gold chain with his finger, watching it swing.

A MATTER OF DEATH AND LIFE

From a historical RP set in 1899. Jericho Levert is working in a textile factory when a mysterious death occurs. Content warning for death, child abuse, murder.

He had seen death before, and it whispered when a friend would no longer appear in the great hall. At the school he grew up in, the loom of more permanent pain made fear of a nun’s strap ebb quickly. Next time it could be you.One more portion of his heart hollowed out. But time made things sting less. It was hidden away now. One had to pick and choose what he remembered if he wanted to keep his feet.Hana fell into the machine, the hem of her skirt swallowed up, first by one thread, then all. He had not known her well, but the most important gears were hands, and one pair missing was felt by all.When the police arrived, he stole away. Hiding in the factory basement and shaking. Despite trying, he couldn’t bite away tears. He had dared spy the blood on the floor, but no more. He hid, always, the coward’s way, but he lived. He wanted it to count for something, what could he do to make things better for the living? It was why he couldn’t cast bitterness on anyone. He couldn’t spout anger. It could hit someone who didn’t deserve it by accident.When he heard May Qui call him, he thought perhaps a brief appearance would be worthy to chance. She’d been closer to Hana, and a friend, so far, to him. Jericho crept back upstairs to peek around the corner at her.She was there with her brother. It was unusual to see him inside the factory. Usually he waited for her outside, to escort her through Welkinweep to the boarding house Jericho shared with her.“Walter. You heard about it, then.” He kept close to the wall, eyes darting about as he watched the officers investigating the accident.

A HEART’S A HEAVY BURDEN

From a historical RP set in 1899. Kellan Featherston is visiting the ‘big city’ for the first time with his ex-lover, Felix. Felix shows him a grand Opera House, whose elegant appearance strikes Kel.

He was going to reply when they rounded the corner and his breath was snatched from his throat.Churches, sometimes, looked a bit alright. Kel could understand what architectural forms were when they were nice-looking. Castle Madswitte was pretty in the same way a lady might look in her Sunday best, on the one hundredth year of her birth, and lately dipped in pond scum.But this building was someone else. This was some sorcerer with bells on his shoes, jewels in his clothes, gold in his teeth. There was so much to behold that he felt dizzy, craning his neck and tilting his head trying to figure out what the shapes were. He quite forgot what Felix had said.
"This en't no 'house'..." More like Opera Palace of the Opera King. Why did it need to be so tall, what was there to hold within? He pressed his back against Felix as if it were about to jump out like a beast and set him on fire.

MENDING

From a historical RP set in 1899. Ezra Maksimov is a professor of history. He and his colleague Himal Chandan attend a party and Ezra becomes very drunk and confesses his feelings of love for Himal.

Himal was so difficult to interpret. Not words, but meaning, feeling. Were there feelings? Ezra took his time, but couldn't resist taking his hand, nor the modicum of relief when he dismissed the idea of the burden. No burden, but foolishness... No wonder he felt torrential periods of tender love, virulent anger, longing, confusion, when Himal so effortlessly left words hanging in the air for no one but deities to accurately interpret.Ezra stood with their hands held, and tried to read Himal's expression, like so many times before. Despite knowing his own face was swollen with liquor and tears. He still felt the drink, it tipped him from misery into clearer frustration, like mercury rising in a thermometer, "I wonder, at times, if ever you feel anything at all? Love? Hate? Sorrow?"
Confrontational words he'd so often held back to accumulate as a lump in his throat. His breathing quick, he felt his hand grab him harder, pulling him close. Feeling all at once the urge to strike him, god forbid, and to kiss his perfect lips, which he did instead. Hard, hot, and imprecise.

TITS FOR TATS

From a historical RP set in 1899. Sibyl Tedcastle is a scheming socialite who visits Ellis Tachibana in his gay social club. This is from a ‘posterbation’ thread between two of my characters.

Sibyl took her seat as Mattias went to order either a drink or a man. They enjoyed the little plays and music and falderals in the shared dancing hall. A lovely prelude before they separated into the men's and women's halls. She favoured the tables against the wall. Despite how high (and close to God) her hat was, at least the pretense of subterfuge was attempted. It was easy to spot the proprietor; he was a towering lad, a striking ginger bloke. A taste for suits after her own heart. "Yohoo! Mr. Proprietor!" What was his name, again? She waved her hanky at his direction.

Ellis tore himself away from his prior conversation. The money under the heel of Sibyl Tedcastle took precedence. He smiled, snaking himself between bodies to come to her side, bending at the waist like a tree snapping slowly in half from the weight of its branches. "Madame, to what do I owe the honour?"

"Oh, you!" She held out her hand for him to kiss, her smile blinding. "Surely, sir, you are aware of these unfortunate rumours; that your establishment is stumbling toward bankruptcy?"

He performed niceties with his usual pageantry, adding completely unnecessary flourishes to hand-kissing. "Oh? Why, whomever told you such a thing?" Was it that damn accountant he'd just hired?!

She shook her head. "Immaterial. All I will say is, that should it be true, you need only ask, and angels will provide." Winking, she pulled from her reticule a little card with an address on it. "To be precise, at eight o-clock on Sunday. Have I made myself clear?" Her teeth disappeared as her brow furrowed.

Ellis' lips drew into a long line, repressing his outrage. How dare she? Charity? He would rather cut off his own cock. "Understood." He straightened up abruptly. "Good evening." And turned on his heel.

Sibyl cackled, she was not expecting to humiliate! How droll! He had not even taken the card. Outrageous. She'd have him yet. One of these days... Think of all the things she could do with his loyalty... begrudged or otherwise.

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Confession:
This plot, though modified somewhat by me, is actually based on a book.

The fandom is so small however, that it's very unlikely that I will find anyone who actually knows about this ship at all. If the summary I have written below intrigues you, reading the book is not necessary. I love AUs, canon divergence, and basically doing whatever we want to customize this plot to your particular interests.That said, for those who do want to look into the book more, I’d be happy to send you relevant excerpts.

Book info at the end of the summary:

Summary

My character is Liir Thropp, an Ashkenazi Jewish coded, white-passing brunet man. He is the son of political freedom fighters who were assassinated by a fascist government. His mother was a powerful witch, and Liir inherited some of her powers, but doesn't develop them until years later.Liir joined the capital city's home army after he's orphaned at 14. His squad, called the Home Guard, are not trained to do much more than blindly follow orders and appear intimidating in formation. He briefly meets your character, Trism bon Cavalish (handsome, curly haired, white coded blond, slightly older than Liir. Name negotiable), during his training years, but they are not in the same squad.Liir gets drunk for the first time in a pub with his army pals when he's around 20. He meets Trism again there. Trism never forgot their first meeting, and has carried a torch for him ever since. Liir is too drunk for Trism to make a move, so he helps him get a ride home safely instead. Separating once more.Both are eventually forced to commit atrocities by the army over the next few years. Liir becomes a religious, sexually repressed zealot, and is ordered to burn an entire village to the ground. Trism is assigned the role of the army's dragon trainer, forced to teach them to kill on command, and feed them human meat.They both defect independently. Liir becomes a freedom fighter witch, intending to finish what his mother started.When they reunite by accident again, Trism has been broken, abused, and disillusioned. He loses his senses in a blind and internally homophobic rage, and almost strangles Liir to death. He fails. Eventually they bond over shared trauma, and vow revenge on the army and government. They poison the dragons and flee the city, becoming lovers in the process.They find sanctuary in a nunnery. The nuns help hide them while the army approaches. But the army doesn’t want them for the poisoning, they want only Liir. They think he has his mother's spellbook, which the fascist wizard dictator wants for himself. He doesn't, but he decides to leave anyway, to keep Trism safe. They assume they’ll never see each other again.Unable to let him go one more time, Trism goes to find Liir after he's shaken the army off his path. The nuns told him where Liir is probably hiding. Once there, instead of Liir he comes upon a young nun named Candle. She says she is pregnant with Liir's child. Heartbroken, Trism leaves, thinking Liir lied about a secret family.Liir himself returns to the farm to find it empty but for the newborn baby Candle has left behind. He's left to raise her alone.In reality, shortly after Liir's defection, Trism had unknowingly sicced the dragons on him. They had knocked Liir off his broom, nearly killing him. He was saved by Candle, a nun who helped him through a coma in the same nunnery. Candle had sex with Liir while he was unconscious, which broke him from the coma.

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It's based on the second novel in the Wicked quadrilogy called Son of a Witch. The musical and movie of the same name are based only on the first book, and divert heavily from the book's canon. They are also sadly sanitized and dumbed down for a family-friendly rating. The books are dense with fictional religion and politics, and have several queer and PoC characters that were ‘washed’ from the musical/movie.