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- welcome~all art credit goes to sam yang (samdoesarts on instagram)
hi, hello, howdy, welcome!
i'm looking for a few long-term writing partners who enjoy the nitty-gritty, angsty, dramatic, dark, and emotional sides of writing. someone who is more focused on character development and the intricacies of love and hate and something in between.
my name is emmy, she/her pronouns if you want to be specific. i am twenty-five years old, happily married for over six years, and a lover of writing and reading alike. i currently live in est, though my sleep schedule is always up in the air. i battle pretty heavily with depression, anxiety, and bipolar, so reply speeds may vary, but if we have a good communication flow ooc i'll always let you know what's going on.
i am excitable and illiterate within ooc but literate and detailed ic with a heavy focus on inner monologue. with that said, i am still capable of painting scenes and moving the plot along. i am a huge believer in writing what your gut is telling you to, so i do not hyper-fixate on word counts or writing a multitude of filler just for the hell of it. so the ole quality over quantity can very much be applied here. however, i do need details and effort in return for my own. typically i will write anywhere between four and ten paragraphs, but it is all dependant on what the scene calls for.
i have a tendency toward male x female pairings and am far more confident and capable of writing the female lead. though i always do try to throw in side characters, both female and male. i write strictly in the third person and past tense. i always use realistic face claims and i'm not looking to budge on that currently. i absolutely adore using discord for ooc purposes and for writing, though i am still open to writing in private messages on site. i do not have any triggers to note, though i do believe strongly in the fade to black method.
coded by natasha.introrulessamplespairings - what i'm looking for in youβ₯ 18+. seeing how i'm over legal age and looking strictly for romance-driven plots, this will not change.
β₯ literate and detailed writing, regardless of word count. i put effort into my replies, i'd like to get the same in return~
β₯ no god-modding, including controlling how my character perceives things.
β₯ please, i beg, do not act as though your character is you. if you're into that, i'm not shaming, but i'm here to create fictional characters and fictional scenarios.
β₯ get excited with me! i find it difficult to find a muse for a plot when my partner could seem as though they could care less. on the same note, let me know if you're not feeling it. we can always change things around or throw in some plot twists! at the end of the day, i want us both involved and enthused about the characters we have thrown together.
β₯ realistic face claims, please!
β₯ i'd prefer our characters to be in the 18-30 age range.
coded by natasha.introrulessamplespairings - samplesbelow i'll leave a couple writing samples!
With his hand in her own, Elena grasped tenderly onto him, as if to soak up the realization that she was not alone; not physically nor emotionally. There was someone there, right there next to her, that cared. Someone that she, quite frankly, would not have guessed would have looked twice at her had she wordlessly passed by him.
Sentimental was an impeccable description for how Elena felt, geared toward, well, just about every single thing in that moment. When she had told him that not one person had ever made her feel the way that he did, she sincerely meant it with every last ounce of her being.
It was like finally coming home after a treacherous journey.
Like all the anguish in her life had led her to this pinnacle of reprieve.
A grin played across her features, finding no shame in nudging his ribs with her elbow at the jestful notion of recounting the story of losing his virginity.
Elenaβs countenance softened with his uneasy utterance, lifting her shoulders only to let them fall back into a relaxed position. When had the tension slipped from her? She could not recall.
βI donβt either, but itβsβ¦β
A pause, only long enough to release a breath.
βItβs easy with you.β
Somberly, she listened to the faraway memory that he painted for her.
The break in his tone did not go unnoticed, though she did not utter a single syllable in reference- also refraining from offering a comforting squeeze of her hand.
The yearning to know the details of his childhood, of how he had fallen into the hands of the foster care system, was allayed by the fear of pushing her nose where it did not belong and him away from her.
βThat sounds really lovely.β
That he was able to smile through the turmoil of the past gave her the impression of the strength he undoubtedly possessed, even if it was meant to be a facade for what lay underneath. She wondered if he knew just how incredible he was.
The symphony of a flowing river forced Elenaβs gaze forward, the sensation of serenity at the sight so fierce she swore the hairs on the back of her neck erected.
To witness such a sight, illuminated by the shimmering full moon overhead, stole the very breath from her lungs. His painting of the place of which they now stood had done it a beautiful justice. To think he had downplayed his abilities nearly made her scoff.
She turned to him, beaming as she did.
βWasting another question, are we?β
Giggling and giddy, she flicked her gaze to the worn bridge before meeting his gaze once more.
Soon she sobered, searching the depths of his blue pools.
βI think it would be an absolute dream if you kissed me right now.βCrisp autumn air swirled Elenaβs long locks of golden over her shoulders. Though she wore a knitted sweater that offered some protection from the breeze that rustled the auburn leaves, a shiver danced its way up her spine. It was her favorite season of all, however, it was undoubtedly this time of year that made her heart yearn to have her parents back the most. There wasnβt a price she wouldnβt pay to walk into her quaint childhood home to see her mother making the small townβs favorite pumpkin pie with the little intricate leaves made of crust, or to see her father outside raking the fallen leaves from the tall oak trees for her to jump into as if she would always be that little girl she had been when he passed on to another life. Her chest felt empty without them, knowing it would never quite be full again no matter how much time had passed or how many times the world continued to rotate in their absence.
A sigh drifted from her soft lips, misty condensation twirling into the air. Her emerald eyes glossed over all the tall pines along the hills and mountains that outstretched towards the cloudy skies above, hues of orange and brown seemingly so warm compared to the dropping temperatures. She wondered if she, too, would die to herself and be reborn just as the flora that surrounded her in the forest just beyond her homeβs backdoor. Was she more than the young adult that would forever be labeled the orphan, or was there more in store for her? Perhaps she would go on to be the homemaker and mother that her fiancΓ© had planned out for her existence, but something inside of her just wanted more. She wanted to go on to be something, someone, other than the simple girl in the town she loved so dear. She wanted to become more than a sounding board for a man that raised a hand to her when he had too much dark rum at the local bar.
But thinking about that was terrifying. Change in her life hadn't been as beautiful as the dying autumn leaves. Instead, it left her feeling like she was drowning in blackened saltwater in the dead of winter. It never came easy and it usually drained her for all she was worth, like swimming until the muscles in your limbs gave out to exhaustion.
"Elena?" The deep rumble of a masculine voice cut through the gentle whispers of the leaves as they shifted under the weight of the breeze.
She knew the voice well, being owned by the man she had pledged her love and loyalty to. Samson could be just as sweet as he was a raging storm of spite and anger. As time went on, those endearing moments between them seemed to dwindle and be replaced with something more sinister. That particular year alone he had managed to overlook her birthday and their two-year anniversary all for the sake of going out with his buddies. She had spent both occasions alone in their home, no friends to be called after the event of her fiancΓ© making it excruciatingly clear that there was no need for her to depend on anyone other than himself. He even succeeded in convincing her that they were a threat, in some way, to their relationship together.
"Coming!" She called as she pushed herself up from the old dead tree trunk she had perched herself upon. She knew better than to tarry too long when Samson beckoned her. Crunching could be heard with every step she took along the winding beaten path, her feet carrying her until she saw the sight of him standing there with his elbows pressed into the railing of the back porch. His dark brown orbs fell over her and she already knew he was angry by the rigidity of his broad shoulders. "What's wrong, honey?" She asked cautiously as she neared him, pausing with one foot on the bottom step of the wooden extension to the home.coded by natasha.introrulessamplespairings - pairing and plot ideasmy preferred roles are in bold.
pairings
vampire X human
werewolf X human
good girl X bad guy
veteran/cop X civilian
gang/mafia Member x civilian
soon-to-be brother-in-law x bride-to-be
plots
i wasn't prepared for thisMuse A is a young pediatric music therapist and very loved by her patients. There is one patient, in particular, that seems very withdrawn, their clothes are usually out of sorts, they always refuse snacks, and they are being raised by their single uncle. To figure whatβs really going on, muse a goes to the child's home to make sure everything is alright. She realizes the kidβs single uncle, muse b, is raising the child after their brother and sister-in-law passed away in a car accident. Muse b doesn't how to raise a kid or what to do to make things better, so muse a volunteers to give them some tips and so the child can hopefully move on from their loss and become happy once again. Muse a teaches muse b simple things and visits them often, feeling their heart melt whenever they see muse b acting in a fatherly way and doing their best even when things are difficult.
angel in disguiseMuse A, a young woman who lives on her own, has a blossoming career and possesses... No desire to live any longer. Downing a handful of medication and laying back in a bathtub of warm water, fully clothed and all, awaits death to sweep her away from her miserably lonely existence. Here enters Muse B, a man who steals and connives his way through life to make it by. Finding a home he sincerely thought wasn't being occupied in the moment, maybe the homeowner was away on vacation or visiting a friend across town. He enters Muse A's home with every intention of robbing the residence of anything that he deemed profitable. Walking through the home, less than careful of making noise, he stops by the bathroom. Searching the cabinet for medicine that he could make some easy money off of, perhaps Xanax or prescription painkillers, he nearly stumbles over his own two feet when he caught sight of Muse A, laying in a porcelain bathtub, watching him without a shred of care. She was leaving the world soon anyway, why would she care who stole her things? Another mentionable point, if he planned to murder her, well... It wouldn't have ruined her plans.
Concerned by Muse A's reaction, or lack thereof, Muse B begins to question her and she emotionlessly tells him exactly what is going on. Confused and struck by a sudden urge to do something, he drags her from the bathtub and forces her to live. From there, he feels it is his duty, his responsibility, to watch over her and show her why it's worth it to live.
maidSingle mom trying to escape her abusive ex-boyfriend/ex-fiance. She doesn't have any reliable family to lean on, so she ends up in a domestic violence shelter with her daughter while trying to get full custody. She begins working as a maid, the only job she could find, and is just barely scraping by.
This is based on the Netflix show Maid and leaves it super open to whatever kind of male character you choose!
wordbank
realistic, married at first sight, arranged marriage, dark themes, love triangle, pregnancy, enemies to lovers, long lost lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, forbidden love, addiction, trauma, abuse, kidnapped, magic, vampires, werewolves, childhood friends, high school sweethearts, college, modern, drama, mental illness, crime, mafia, biker gangs, slice of life, murder, soulmates, reincarnation, runaways, band members, military veteran, police force, original characters.fandom inspiration
virgin river, the vampire diaries, breaking & exiting, maid.coded by natasha.introrulessamplespairings
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