Honey & Hollowspells (Roleplay)

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ .⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.                             .

⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ .⠀⠀⠀⠀.             .                          .

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ｔｅｍｐｌａｔｅ ｃｒｅａｔｅｄ ｂｙ: finequeenbean

.     ╲⠀╲⠀╲      .       ╲       .        ╲.        .

⠀ . ⠀╲⠀╲⠀☆ ⠀          .╲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

          . ☆⠀ ╲⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   ★.             ╲     .

        ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀⠀★⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.

⠀. ⠀⠀⠀.    .⠀⠀⠀⠀                                       . ☆    ⠀.    ⠀.    

      ⠀⠀.                           ⠀.                      .     

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ .⠀⠀.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.                                .

— ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs

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𝐈. ᴛᴇᴀsᴇʀ.                          𝐈𝐈. ᴘʟᴏᴛ.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏ.             𝐈𝐕. ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʀᴜʟᴇs.

𝐕. ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇ.                    

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⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ .⠀⠀.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.                                .

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Honey & Hollowspells

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ .⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ .⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ .⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀.                                  .            .

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.

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┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

└─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

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.∗┊͙☽. ⊹ ｔｅａｓｅｒ.

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↳ Once every decade, the forest burns in light—not flame. Lanterns drift like stars. Blossoms catch fire without ash. And the trees… they whisper secrets only the brave are willing to hear. The Bloomfire Festival is coming.

It is no ordinary celebration. Under the glow of the violet moon, soulbonds are revealed, intentions laid bare. Those who dare to walk the Glade of Truths must face the reality of their heart—no lies, no masks, no magic strong enough to hide from it.

Some will find their destined love. Others will be left behind. This year, the air feels different. The wind hums with tension. And in the center of it all, a quiet baker with stardust in her hands and sorrow behind her smile prepares to offer her heart to the fire. Will it be claimed? Or will it burn?

╲⠀╲⠀╲      .       ╲       .        ╲.        .

⠀. ⠀╲⠀╲⠀☆ ⠀          .╲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

          . ☆⠀ ╲⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   ★.             ╲     .

        ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀⠀★⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.

⠀. ⠀⠀⠀.    .⠀⠀⠀⠀                                       . ☆

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┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

└─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

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.∗┊͙☽. ⊹ ｐｌｏｔ.

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↳ In the ancient woods of Thistledale, where the trees are old enough to whisper and the river sings lullabies to the moon, there lies a small, spellbound town untouched by war or greed. Lanterns float through the air on their own accord. The seasons shift gently, as if trying not to disturb the peace. And at the heart of it all is a bakery—quaint, ivy-covered, and always warm.

Honey & Hollowspells.

It’s more than just a place to grab a tart or a cup of enchanted tea—it’s a sanctuary. Locals say the pastries taste like memories, that the cinnamon rolls are baked with laughter, and the scones can mend a shattered heart if you eat them warm.

The bakery’s owner, Strawberry (My Oc}, is as enchanting as the sweets she creates. An elf of sunlight and sorrow, she keeps her long copper hair in a braided twist, her skirts smelling of honey and lavender. Her magic is woven into her baking—soft spells that ease insomnia, brew courage, or make you dream of your first love. She laughs softly, listens well, and never speaks of herself. Her eyes always seem to be searching, but for what… no one knows.

She lives a simple life: mornings in the garden, afternoons in flour-dusted aprons, evenings alone by candlelight. She’s kind to everyone. But only one person has ever made her heart stutter.

A regular. (Your oc?)

Someone who comes in like clockwork. Someone with a crooked smile and quiet words. Maybe they’re a traveler, a soldier, a scholar, or even a cursed soul trying to find meaning in a slice of pie. Over time, Strawberry feels herself falling—not with the drama of fire, but like rain soaking slowly into the soil. She starts making their favorite before they even ask. She places protective charms on their tea without telling them.

But she’s never brave enough to speak.

Until she learns they’re taken.

Bound. Promised. Cursed.

Whether by magical contract, family betrothal, or a forbidden love they cannot let go of—they are not hers.

Strawberry doesn’t cry. She simply wilts. Her magic dims. Her pastries lose their sparkle. She still smiles, still serves, but there’s a sadness in her now—like a song with no final note.

And that’s when a stranger (your oc?) arrives.

Soaked in moonlight and mystery, wounded from a battle of body or heart. They’re chaotic, full of questions, full of secrets. Maybe they’re a runaway fae noble, a shapeshifter who’s forgotten their true face, or a cursed knight who cannot die. They challenge Strawberry. They don’t fall for her cookies or charm—they see her. And they stay.

Now, Strawberry finds herself caught in something delicate and dangerous. The regular begins to pull away from their past and look at her differently. But the stranger is already rewriting the way she sees herself.

And as The Bloomfire Festival approaches—a sacred event where soulbonds are revealed and the forest chooses who is truly meant to walk together—Strawberry must choose:

The one she always longed for.

Or the one who arrived when her heart was falling apart.

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┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

└─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

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.∗┊͙☽. ⊹ ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ　ｉｎｆｏ.

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┆ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴄʏ ˊˎ-

↳ Semi lit, advanced lit, novella

┆ ʀᴘ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ˊˎ-

↳ 1x1

↳ Angst, love triangle, fantasy

┆ ʀᴘ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ˊˎ-

↳ Short term

┆ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ˊˎ-

↳ BxG, GxG, NB x G

┆ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ˊˎ-

[ x] ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ   [ ] ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ

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┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

└─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

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.∗┊͙☽. ⊹ ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ　ｒｕｌｅｓ.

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↳ 18+ writers only please

↳ No one-liners. Give me depth, detail, and emotion

↳ Let’s plot together before starting

↳ LGBTQ+ friendly and inclusive

╲⠀╲⠀╲      .       ╲       .        ╲.        .

⠀. ⠀╲⠀╲⠀☆ ⠀          .╲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

          . ☆⠀ ╲⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   ★.             ╲     .

        ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀⠀★⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀.

⠀. ⠀⠀⠀.    .⠀⠀⠀⠀                                       . ☆

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.∗┊͙☽. ⊹ ａｕｔｈｏｒｓ　ｎｏｔｅ

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┆ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇ ˊˎ-

↳I know the plot seems very very very confusing but you can either play the stranger or the regular...or maybe you can play both if you'd like?

┆ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ˊˎ-

↳ Strawberry