caustic
𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
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Don't worry. I am just a transboy straight out of the gutter and riddled with anxiety.
Hello, I am Caustic.
and, as the tired soul that I am, I'm seeking more lazy lit/casual advanced writing at this time.
but long-term is especially what I'm after!~
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About Me
I am reasonably active, although I suffer from varying chronic conditions and neurodivergence, so sometimes my activity may wane.I am queer, disabled, and LGBTQIA+ inclusive. I am also a huge fan of representation of all forms. I do not like heavy themes surrounding bigotry or any glorification of such. I'm located in the hell that is Texas, so I am Central time. However, I am a night owl. I ask all my partners to be 20+, as while I know there are so many amazing young writers, I prefer to write with folks around my age range. Which, by the by, I just turned 30. :>Please don't pester me for replies! It is the surest way to run me off, as it causes me massive anxiety. I will always give back the patience given to me.I am casual OOC and formal, of course, IC. I suppose I am advanced, although that is most certainly subjective. I put heaps of effort into what I produce and run things through an editorial grinder. You needn't do that, but that's how I operate. I am, at the least detailed and multi-para for sure. I can easily create worlds, characters, and plots and am huge on collaboration. I am a lengthier writer, but I stick to quality over quantity. Male muses are my preferred, but I'll happily write anyone, especially regarding sides, as I like a diverse cast. On that note, I don't generally double. Usually, I run one main and fill the world with intriguing and intricate side characters. I can double, but my muse isn't always very high to do so. I'm a sucker for romance. It's not required, but I do enjoy it. Be it more love-at-first-sight or slow-burn, I don't judge. I love darker, grittier themes with or without occasional fluff mixed in. Heavier topics are welcomed, and I love to include them, but they MUST be given the respect they are due and not be romanticized.I am a slower and meticulous writer, and I suffer from depression, so while some days I can post multiple times, there may be days where I cannot. Regardless, I'll always give you something juicy. I have plots, pairings, and ideas. However, we'll get to that later! Some OOC is required. I like to have a rapport with my partner to get that spark for roleplay! Plus, I like to make new friends. Enough about me, yeah? How about some pairings and a nice little word bank?●▬▬▬▬๑۩۩๑▬▬▬▬▬●
PAIRINGS|PROMPTS |IDEAS | WORD-BANK| SONGS FOR INSPIRATION
》pairings:
Criminal x Cop
Demon x Mortal
Demon x Cultist
Vampire x Mortal
Vampire x Werewolf
Vampire x Supernatural Hunter
Werewolf x Supernatural Hunter
Werewolf x Werewolf
Werewolf x Mortal
Mortal x Ghost
Drug Dealer x Drug Addict
Drug Dealer x Sober
Drug Addict x Drug addict
Open x Closeted
Reaper x Immortal
Ex x Ex
Seasoned Apocalypse Survivor x Clueless Apocalypse Survivor
Apocalypse Survivor x Apocalypse Survivor
Popular x Unpopular
Cultist x God [or any otherworldly creature]
Soulmate x Soulmate [preferably with darker twists]
Shifter x Hunter
Angel x Demon
Grumpy Detective x Rockie Detective
Rival x Rival
Gang member x Mafia member
High-rank gang member x Undercover officer
Monster x Mortal
Witch x Outcast
Witch x Regular human
Experiment x Scientist assigned to observe/study
Experiment x Experiment
Artist x Muse
Model x Photographer
Introverted x Extroverted
Detective x Detective
》word-bank:
post-apocalyptic/dystopic/false utopia vibes, heartbreak, bitter, unresolved feelings, fading friendships, rivalry, toxicity (not romanticized, please), addiction, neurodivergence, paranormal, supernatural, cryptids, tension, resolution, death, grief, road trip, two souls escaping together, adversity, survival/surviving, life after death, red string of fate, soulmates, crime, noire, slow-burn, gritty and dark, mystery, thriller, exploration of the human psyche, revenge, moralistic complexity, phobias, Stephen King-inspired, ancient beings beyond a mortal's grasping, cults, sexuality and coming to embrace it, mending, exes, ex-best friends, mountainous struggles, resolutions, immortality, a vast contrast in lifestyles.
》prompts:
"Don't leave."
"I know you still love me.
"Did you mean the things you said?"
"I'm scared of the future, but the past has wearied me."
"You could've died, you know."
"Thanks for nothing."
"I woke up, and you were gone."
"You are a monster."
"I don't have a choice- I never had."
"You need to believe me, please!"
"I don't need your misplaced concern. I need to get the job done."
"Hey, hey, hey. I've got you. I have got you."
"I'll do this if it kills me."
"I promise you: your head is the only thing spinning right now."
"I will not be the one to slow us down."
"I don't have the energy to waste arguing with you."
"There is no us. There never was."
"I never stood a chance, did I?" - "That's the one sad part you did once."
"Are you ever going to listen?"
"Is it worth it?"
"You can't blame me, can you?"
"You were just an experiment."
"I'm a monster." "No, you're not."
》ideas
▬ Two characters find themselves on the last train out of the city. Neither one has a plan, a place to sleep, or a meal. Just something to run from and nowhere to go.
▬ Character A, due to a fit of insomnia, a bad dream, or just plain boredom, finally breaks down and calls character B, dialing a number they had been trying to dial for months now.
▬ Muse A is a hunter who’s gone to a small town that is being terrorized by a monster, muse B is a supernatural creature, but they’re completely innocent and wants the town to be rid of the out-of-control supernatural creature too.
▬ Everyone has a guardian angel, but what if everyone, too, had a guardian demon? Or perhaps, there never was such a thing as a guardian angel. Only a demon- a fallen angel- is selected to be a guardian.
▬ Muse A goes missing and cannot be found, then is declared dead after seven years. Years after that, Muse B visits the memorial for Muse A when Muse A shows up.
▬ A person afraid of dying falls in love with Death.
▬ In an apocalyptic world, muse a has just been infected, and muse b is desperate to find a cure before the person they know is lost forever
▬ A dystopian society where muse a and muse b falls in love, but romantic love is outlawed
▬ Muse a and muse b are criminals, but muse a wants out of that life.
▬ A small town somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Strange sounds in the night. Farm animals are found dead, and people have started to vanish. Someone needs to investigate what’s going on.
▬ On a lonely highway, on a sweltering hot day, Muse A picks up Muse B, a hitchhiker. They don't know that they're both criminals and are both wanted by the law for different crimes.
▬ Collateral damage. Both muses are in a dangerous situation caused by someone or something else.
songs for inspiration:
Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant
Pet - APC
Passive - APC
Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
Skip Divided - Thom Yorke
Otherside of Paradise- Glass Animals
Heatwaves - Glass Animals
Dear Fellow Traveler - Sea Wolf
Prom Dress - mxmtoon
Feelings Are Fatal - mxmtoon
No Vacancy - RKS
First Class - RKS
I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski
Washing Machine Heart - Mitski
Agnes - Glass Animals
Death of a Bachelor - P!ATD
No Children - The Mountain Goats
Run - Joji
Yeah Right - Joji
Demons - Joji
Modus - Joji
Mad World - Gary Jules
Drugdealer - Macklemore ft. Ariana DeBoo
Hungover in the city of Dust - Autoheart
Do You Feel It - Chaos Chaos
Hurt - Oliver Tree
No Below - Speedy Ortiz
Andy, You're a Star - The Killers
Have to Drive - Amanda Palmer
Ampersand - Amanda Palmer
Great White Bear - Dear Reader
Lover, I don't have to Love - Bright Eyes
Lua - Bright Eyes
Amen - Amber Run
I Found - Amber Run
Welcome To Castle Irwell - Crywank
Alone With The Sea - Hurt
Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youth
Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery
Line Without A Hook - Ricky Montgomery
Russia - Ramona Falls
I Say Fever - Ramona Falls
Personal - Stars
Youth - Daughter
Saint Bernard - Lincoln
Downhill - Lincoln
Geyser - Mitski
...and seriously, I had to stop myself. Just HMU in this arena, I've oodles of songs I/we can draw inspiration from.
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please note this isn't a show of average length, so please don't be scared off. i am a full quality over quantity person.
Writing Sample
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CW; drug addiction/recovery
It took a titanic hurricane of events to thrust him toward this precipice. Then, a grievous plummet to the bottom. The fucking bottom of it all.
Anxiety had no claim over him, yet his leg bounced, rhythmic even, and his fingers quivered. A pining for a cigarette rang within him, that need to fill the yawning hollow which hungered with an overwhelming urgency—what fun.
Overall, Elias looked as though he had gone through the motions of withdrawal, a cruel and turbulent sea he swam across to get here in a bus down a rock-ribbed road to his supposed salvation.
As if.
A snort came from Eli as he ran his fingers through his unruly ebony locks, glancing at the partial reflection of his visage captured in a smudged and dirtied window. The glint of his icy blue eyes held a weariness, and he realized fatigue ate away at him, leaving his body cumbersome.
Once, he had been here. Not at Desert Rose, no, but snared within the rehabilitation system. Akin to a dog chasing its tail, he sought something but had nothing to show for it in an ever-grating cycle. Spinning in circles was all he was doing. Such an impassible fragment of his reality did not slip from his cognizance.
Unable to alter the ruinous and convoluted path he had ambled down nor undo what cataclysmic events had transpired, it seemed to stray from where he was going was no longer a possibility. Locked and anchored, that was what he was.
Nothing about it enthused Elias. Long had he had come down from the heights of inebriation, but at least he was away from her, although division cut him in two. The split anguished him more than he would admit.
Evelyn.
If he spoke the name, it rolled sweet as warm honey off his tongue, a curse yet one so divine it sickened him.
Long had the two entertained a relationship seeping utter toxicity. Eve’s venom pulsed through his veins, and he savored it. Not only had he become addicted to many substances, content to continue trying to fill the vacuum inside him, but he had also stumbled into vicious codependency with Eve herself.
Of course, she often left him high and dry, but it never ended his unwavering allure to her.
A fraction of him abhorred her and the dance she captured him in, but it never got him far.
At least here, Elias could disentangle himself from the webs she had weaved, stifling him and drawing him back to lapping at the waters of addiction and indulgence.
With a heaved sigh, Elias opted not to ponder too much about her lest he go down a deep, murky rabbit hole. For miles, it seemed he stared at a vast sea of nothingness, and it reminded him of the unsatiated hunger of his disease. The chills which wracked him would make it so he would never dare to forget.
Despite a propensity to engage and spark conversation, Elias remained hushed and inward during the dull drive.
To brood over all the seeds sowed, sprouting into sheer horridness soon after, became a shitty default state. Awareness of those around him dissipated as the wrenching grasp of guilt tightened around his throat.
The bus halted, and he jolted, awakened and keen.
Beyond the clothes on his back, Eli brought only a tattered backpack and a sketchbook. The cover of the hardback book was closed by twine, and he deemed he would never give anyone a chance to open it.
The frayed sketchbook had a sentimental value to it, and it roused a bristled protectiveness in him, so when herded out of the bus in a row, he clenched it close to his chest.
Now, they huddled before four individuals, each introduced by the operation’s owner.
Although for Elias, it went in one ear and out the other as he instead focused upon the motley crew composed of the other addicts sentenced to confinement here until they hit some point of progression.
Two of the guys looked worse for wear, and, with frigidity, he disregarded the other lot. Not out of a want to not foster potential relationships but because of the listlessness encompassing him.
To ferret about and prod would be for some time in the future. There was not much value in feigning a cheery disposition, and Elias did not fret over refusing to entertain the others for now.
Most looked as though they did not desire to make connections at the moment, and neither did he. Yet, he caught the faint smile of a beguiling woman with honeyed-hued locks, and Elias returned it, albeit forced. Was he curious? Perhaps.
When the introductions came to a close, and Andrea King gave firm instructions, Eli followed along, playing the game expected of him.
The first stop was the bulletin board, where he would discern which numbered room belonged to him.
Eight.
Home, right?
Another hefty sigh escaped Eli. After dallying, scouring through the list of names scrawled next to numbers ranging from one to ten, Eli headed upstairs.
Since he had lingered, a few of his fellow inmates were already in the hall, allowing him to catch an exchange between a man dressed with notable extravagance and one of the men in shoddy shape. They contrasted, except one had a palpable peevishness, which showed as he lashed out, spitting vitriol.
“Someone piss in your cheerios?”
Voice laden with revulsion, Elias hissed as he passed, jotting down a mental note that this guy was an asshole.
Regardless, he continued until he reached room eight, twisting the doorknob and stepping inside. Not even taking in the room’s span, Elias sat on the bed, head in his palms.
So, here he was again, at a refresh, but did he want it?
Well, he supposed he would see. ╭┈◦•◦❥•◦
Note, I MIGHT ask for a writing sample to see if our styles mesh!~
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