Love and Deepspace Dreams

What is roleplay (RP)?   Assuming a character role, like an actor/actress, and communicating with others within the constraints of that character.  Here in the LADS RP community, we see RP of love interests (LI), supporting NPCs (e.g. Tara, Greyson, Yvonne, the twins), and main characters (MCs). Some  RP accs will play to canon only, but others will interpret with creative liberties (‘AU’ or alternate universe).  Those responding as MCs may respond as ‘self-insert’ (retaining their IRL personality within the fandom universe) or create an MC persona and respond using their desired characteristics. Common terms Scene/play/plot = The premise of the RP interaction, either casual or more involved. ‘ Literacy ’ = can mean many things, but in my eyes generally describes the fluency or detail of the RPer’s responses. In simple terms, it can be ‘literate/lit’, ‘semi-lit’ or ‘advanced lit’. Most casual RP with shorter responses is semi-lit (what we do on posts/GC/story tags!)...

The fire had dimmed. Zayne was fast asleep after a few cups of mulled wine, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other still stretched out where Lassy had been. Xavier too had drifted off, curled around Lei’s blanket, his breathing slow and steady. Sylus sat with a restless energy at the edge of a woven mat, legs stretched, one hand tapping the ground, the other idly playing with Lei’s hair as she lay sprawled on his lap, watching the glowing embers. Lassy came to them without a word. Eased in beside him, close and easy, as old friends and lovers. She picked up the shared mug he’d left untouched and ladled some mulled wine into it. Offered it to him, but didn’t let go. Just held it between them, letting the firelight ripple across the surface. Waiting. His fingers brushed hers as he reached, but she didn’t release it. “Can’t sleep?” she asked, her voice low. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. She could already feel it... the heat beneath his skin, the restless pull. Lei shifted in hi...

The sun was just starting to set when they finished establishing their camp for the weekend. It was warm out, comfortable enough to take their time while preparing their meal. Lei was busy laying out some fruit, mostly strawberries, sorting them by color and softness. She ran her fingers lightly over each one before handing them to Xavier, who deposited them into a bowl. He kneeled quietly beside her, but close enough that the others wouldn’t forget who she had come with. Lassy crouched by the fire, stirring the lit coals with the end of a stick. Zayne hovered closely behind her. He was silent as usual, just adjusted the grill and stayed near, steady as he always was. She let the heat rise. Near the cooler, Sylus was picking through bottles of flavour-infused mead, humming and turning each one in his hand like he was selecting a vintage wine. “Cherry or strawberry?” he asked, holding up both bottles. His tone was light, but the glance he gave Zayne said he hadn’t forgotten who had got ...

Lei froze mid-scroll, her thumb hovering above the screen. Zayne’s name. A new message notification. “The science of pleasure doesn’t sound like serious work.” She scowled and turned the screen toward Lassy. “Look at his comment on my timeline!” Lei grumbled. She could picture his stoic smirk, face illuminated by his phone light, silently judging their choice of reading material.  Lassy didn’t need to answer. Right on cue, her own phone buzzed. “No sugar. Keeping an eye on my patients’ activities is part of my job.” She could practically hear that smug tone. She groaned, equally irked by his surveillance. “He scolds me for giving in to temptation,” Lassy sighed, sipping her tea. “He nags about me reading romance” Lei muttered, flipping her phone face-down. Their eyes met, and the idea bloomed. Late night treats? Let’s invite him to study temptation. * He arrived at Lassy’s place after dark and stepped inside with practiced calm. He’d met mischief in them before. Tonight...