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Husk

wears heelies to escape his feelies
PMing is the BEST way to get a hold of me as sometimes I miss notifications for comments.
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Wow, have you noticed the prominence of female roles? That's alright, let the ladies represent. However, for those seeking a person with inclinations towards male characters, well, I might be your pill.
I adore playing male characters. Why? Who knows.
I can play many dynamics, I am literate to advanced, although, I say that subjectively, and I will give you good, detailed replies entwined with my dedication. Be it mxm, or mxf; I'm willing to play your fellow in any desired plot you may have.
Of course, I have my interests, usually darker themes, but at this time, I will play anything. Some ideas may attract me more than others, but that's alright, I treat my partners equally. You also needn't worry about being exceedingly literate. I aim to write, and your skill level isn't a bar of rejection for me, I take all skill levels as of this moment.

I do ask for patience in regards to replies as I'm a tad touch of a slow writer if only due to the meticulousness I have. However, I can generally shoot off a message a day if I'm not busy, sometimes, more than that.

I'm not going to list interests here, as said, I will take a gander at any plot you can throw at me. If you're plot barren, that's alright; I have a massive list of pairings alongside some plots and seedlings of plots.

I have little to no triggers. Ask me about specific topics if you're unsure how I'll feel about them, I'm an open book.
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Now, how about some writing samples?

Writing Sample
The days piled together, and he carried the burden of remembering- picking through the slivers of a blurred memory. A sigh escaped him as he splashed frigid water onto his face, sinking into the bitter bite of the rivulets; minuscule rivers which helped force a gradual awakening from inebriation.
An emptiness yawned within him, digging deep, like a fanged maw. Sobriety. Such an immense and abrupt tug had him tumbling into it- inside, it also kindled the insatiable.

However, he maintained composure despite how tremors wracked his hands, chasing through his mind for the beginning. A vicious binge had occurred and Elias acknowledged it, embraced it, soon seethed with an ire over it he found pathetic. Overall, the ordeal was abnormal for him. Eli masqueraded the act of functioning with keen proficiency, so much so that many bought into his grand facade and he fed his beasts in secrecy.
Even he remained in awe of it, the sheer capability to dance to society’s tune while also slipping through the cracks, straight into utter misery; the rift between the lie and the truth stifled.

Sure, Elias bore the marring of track marks, except he shunned needles enough to attribute them to a past long since gone. Another story to weave so he might continue the delusion, fueling the denial.
Regardless of how he dabbled in numerous drug scenes, he knew alcohol had sent him spiraling this go-round. Of course, the friend he always returned to, loyal as a dog. The noose slackened around his neck.
The abstraction made Elias grit his teeth.

A fluorescent light flickered overhead. As it clung to life, it amplified the ambiance of the room, exposed and lit its decay. No one came here much. Not to this motel. Whatever regularity it once had trickled dry, and the empty melancholy suited its name.
The Blue Rooms.
Might be cutesy if not for its withering state, yet it had an allure. So ensnared in the motel’s odd gravitation, he had rented a room for a month. Thereafter looping Hotel California (it seemed à propos) and getting plastered before waking up and ruminating over his capricious life choices.

Similar to how he had awoken today, except he rode on the tail end of a chaotic bender.
Although hesitant, he looked into the mirror, scrutinizing and bitter. Oh, god, how he looked like a walking dumpster fire. Captured in the eye of some storm, awaiting the next inevitable plummet.
Another dive into a bottle.
Above the mirror, tacked to the wall, was a pamphlet. With trembling fingers, he pulled it off.

A scintilla of humor laced the entire situation. Between the downing of beers and the intoxication, he always pinned the damned pamphlet somewhere he would discover it when sober.
Printed in bold font- clear and cutting- was the word RECOVERY.

”Sure.”

Muttered after a wry chuckle, Elias sought something somewhere in the text with intensity. Only it surfaced, glaring. Not from the pages, but from remembrance. They kept the center running 24/7 and welcomed those struggling with addiction, and his breed of it was ravenous.
There were two options, another fork in an already serpentine road.
One he trod more than the other, and one he would traverse today.

With a tremendous heaviness, he scrambled to make himself presentable. Inside him, a perpetual war raged. The recognition of it bolstered a potent determination. If he idled, the cycle would reel him in. So, he moved with haste, while retaining repose.
To circle the drain clashed with getting his shit together, frankly.
Although he had to laugh. The center was next to the motel, walkable in distance with ease. Fortuitous for an alcoholic, no doubt. A hollowness seeped through him. Yeah, he had sobered 100% up.

Still, he forged onward. Not taking much with him, he slipped out into the midst of foul weather.
It bore winter’s nip, and he shivered, bracing himself against the frosty winds. When he reached the center, no trepidation tethered him, and he entered with a certain boldness.
Not his first stab at getting clean, and by now apathy consumed him. It carved Eli’s expression, embellished by the fatigue in his eyes; another rodeo. When no one greeted him, and the reverberation of talking bounced to where he stood, he hurried along.

”Ah, shit.”

They had begun. Elias slinked into the room where a collection of individuals gathered. Some faces were familiar and others new. When Elias saw him, however, he perked as the seat beside him was empty, and he, lackadaisical in his movements, sat beside him.

”Asher.”

Where had his life led him during their distance? Well, Elias knew he had not shaken the pungency of alcohol’s odor, nor had he tamed the wild look to his visage. No one needed to inquire where he had been. It wrote itself out like prose. Regardless, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he murmured to Asher, careful not to push his luck any further.

Some leniency existed within the room.

”Been a hot minute, hasn’t it?”

 
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If you're suffering a plot drought, here are some ideas, settings, themes, and pairings to inspire you!
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Settings and Themes
Modern
Historical (ask me about this one, there are some time-periods I'm not well versed in.)
Fantasy
Futuristic
Utopic/Dystopic
Fantasy
Sci-Fi
Post-Apocalyptic
Any mixture of the above, to be honest.
Open to suggestions.
themes; angst ; slow burn; psychological ; gritty & dark; macabre; slight fluff; survival; thriller ; mystery ; the human psyche ; beasts ; revenge ; moralistic complexities ; phobias ; toxicity ; musically inspired ; romance ; platonic ; mental illness (but only if played accurately) ; addiction ; death ; noire ; mafia & crime ;

Fandoms
A vague list, I'm sure there's more I have forgotten.

Wolf's Rain
Hero Academia
Parasyte
Tolkien, though I could be better versed.
Probably wouldn't mind doing setting in some of Stephen King's novels.
Fallout
The Elder Scrolls
The Last of Us
Lovecraft
Dragon Age, another I could be better versed in, tbh.
Mass Effect
FNAF
Gravity Falls
Rick and Morty
Anything by Junji Ito. I suppose that's a bit niche.
Silent Hill
Law and Order: SVU, CSI
Amnesia and its counterparts.
Dark Souls.
Homestuck.
The Purge
Bioshock
Red Dead Redemption
GTA
Animal Farm, 1984
Flatland
F.E.A.R
Condemned: Criminal Origins
Haunting Ground
The Cat Lady, Downfall
Dead Space
Okami
Amnesia
The Hannibal Lector Series

Pairings & Ideas
I can pretty much come up with a plot for any of these but ones with "*" already have seedlings planted.
It's like Subway up in here bros, pick and match and mix.

➳*Addict|Addict, Addict|Former Addict, Addict|Sober

➳*Darker twists on the Red String of Fate.

➳*Darker twists on fairy tales of all sorts.

➳*Cultist|Demon

➳*Cultist|God

➳*Ghost|Living, Ghost|Ghost, Ghost|Other Supernatural Being

➳Gods, maybe? Or entities such as Death.

➳*Criminal {thief, prostitute, etc.}|Officer {corrupt or not}

➳*Someone struggling with their sexuality|Someone open, or perhaps, two characters struggling with their sexuality. Addable to any plot.

➳Exploration of life after death, perhaps?

➳Something based off of the song Hotel California, or really, based off any song. Gotta love basing plots on songs.

➳*Shifters! Be they weres or something of the sort.

➳Toxic relationships or forbidden love, or both.

➳Survivor|Survivor in a post-apocalyptic or war-torn setting.

➳Soulmate AUs, but dark, maybe?

➳Rivalry to Romance.

➳Ex|Ex

➳Cthuloid shenanigans

➳Time Traveler|Normal Human, Time Traveler|Time Traveler

➳Sadist|Masochist

➳Alien|Human

➳Dragon Shifter| Dragon Hunter

➳*Kidnapper|Kidnapped

➳Angel|Demon

➳Monster|Human

➳Immortal|Immortal

➳Immortal|Human

➳*Shifter|Human

➳Experiment|Scientist

➳Experiment|Experiment

➳Disordered|"Neurotypical" (must be construed well)

➳*Competent Survivor| Incompetent Survivor

➳* Werewolf|Human

➳Werewolf|Werewolf

➳*Vampire|Mortal

➳*Vampire|Other Supernatural creature

➳*Psychologist|Killer

➳Psychologist|Mentally troubled

➳Criminal|Upstanding Citizen

Your ideas, pals.

Plot Seedlings
(* Indicates I have more details for this particular seedling, but I am keeping it short for the sake of this post. I'm continually adding to this.)

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*Society is led to believe they live within a Utopia and Muse A falls under this umbrella, while Muse B, a wanted individual, knows the true nature of their world, and, in desperation, reveals this truth unto Muse A.

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*Muse A is a detective that can see ghosts while Muse B is studious in criminal psychology (potentially a serial killer, think Hannibal Lector, here) and agrees to assist Muse A in capturing a killer who has proved to be an utter enigma.
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*Muse A travels to a town where suicides are rumored to be exceptionally high, only to find that Muse B is the definite cause of this, unbeknownst to those around them.

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Muse A is a recovering drug addict while Muse B is a very convincing dealer.
Or Muse A and Muse B are two addicts struggling to get sober.
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*Muse A is an undercover cop, undercover, that is, to the most dangerous gang/mob within the city.
Muse B is the crime/mob boss.

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*Muse A is a shifter, a dying and hunted race, who comes to Muse B's doorsteps, injured and defensive. Muse B decides to take pity on Muse A.

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*Something similar to Wolf's Rain. This isn't a seedling, but I've five million ideas for this, okay?
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Muse A and Muse B are participants, willingly or not, of the purge.

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Muse A is an immortal being who is utterly sick of Muse B's time-traveling bullshit.
Or
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Muse A is a time traveler, and Muse B is an immortal, they spend their lives together meeting throughout time
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Muse A is a human who, oddly, cannot die meanwhile Muse B is a frustrated Reaper, assigned to reap the soul of Muse A.
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Muse A is a beautiful, brilliant student who has, unfortunately for them, caught the attention of Muse B, a transfer student who only recently just started at the university. Not much is known about Muse B other than the fact they’re new and relatively quiet. Muse A takes it upon them-self to show Muse B around, a gesture misconstrued as romantic affection. Muse B begins to obsess, and eventually kidnaps Muse A.
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Muse A lives in a small town just a stone’s throw away from a dense forest, called the Whispering Woods. Every afternoon, especially in the fall, when the leaves are changing color, and the air is crisp, Muse A likes to walk through the woods on their way home. Muse A sits on the kissing rock at the mouth of the woods, straps up their boots and inhales the fresh pine before embarking on the winding path to the log bridge. As Muse A crosses the log bridge, one foot over the over, they enjoy the soft ‘whispers’ (for which the woods are named after) of the meandering creek below. The whispers always seem louder in October for some reason, almost comprehensible. Townspeople like to say it’s because the woods are haunted by spirits, but Muse A’s never been the superstitious type. They’ve been frequenting the woods since they were a kid and nothing spooky has ever happened to them before.

One afternoon, Muse A encounters Muse B in the thick of the towering pines. Muse B looks lost and disheveled as if they haven’t had a shower or a proper meal in a few days. Concerned for the unfamiliar wanderer, Muse A offers to guide Muse B out of the woods, back to civilization. Muse B instead asks Muse A to stay with them a while; they want to visit the log bridge, their favorite place. Muse A can see that Muse B is the lonely sort, so they agree to walk to the bridge with Muse B; they were headed there anyway. When the pair arrives at the bridge, Muse B struggles to recall why they found this spot so special, or anything about who they are at all to make conversation with Muse A, but they can’t remember. Muse A insists on helping Muse B leave the woods, worried that Muse B might be suffering from amnesia or something worse, but when Muse A gets to the edge of the woods, Muse B, who they thought was right behind them, is nowhere to be found.

Muse A calls out for Muse B for several minutes and gets no response. The sun is going down, and the chill in the air is biting through Muse A’s coat, so they go home. They barely sleep that night, thinking about Muse B and hoping they’re alright, wherever they are. Bright and early the next morning, Muse A returns to the woods, hoping to find Muse B again. Muse B is there at the foot of the log bridge, waiting for Muse A, unsure of how they got there or what’s keeping them bound to these woods. Muse B is a ghost but doesn’t know it.
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A darker plot that revolves around the red string of fate myth.
I have many alternate plottings for this given that this is just a taste of one of the ideas.
Serial Killer (Or serial criminal)|Detective
Or
YC (to be determined)|MC(to be determined) **see notes & alternative ideas**


YC and MC are connected through their dreams as well as the scatterings of their thoughts and memories. More or less tied to each other akin to a twisted red string of fate.
Our characters may own memories that belong to the other.
Incoherent thoughts that aren't theirs. The two also share a life force. One cannot survive without the other.
MC will often experience lucid dreams revolving around YC’s murders (or actions), be they past or current.
MC has no control over his actions in these dreams; he can only follow in YC’s footsteps through every sequence of events. A thick fog, vast and obscuring, shrouds the dreams, disallowing MC from seeing YC’s appearance or even hearing YC’s voice with complete clarity. YC has managed to chip away at some of this fog, allowing YC to discover the identity of MC. Lots of paths can form from here. Perhaps YC becomes keen on the life link the two share? MC is not as enlightened as yours in these matters, still in a state of discovery.
I'd love to develop the reasoning behind their connection. Be it from human experimentation the two are unaware of, a demonic aspect, or even a Lovecraft type twist. This is a very moldable plot. I want to explore a darker side of the red string of fate. I have a lot of smaller ideas on this.

Notes: YC does not have to be a serial killer. I would just love this twist on a serial killer x detective plot. We can explore other avenues as well. Moral confliction would be excellent to have here. I can see this set in a lot of different time frames.
!Alternate Ideas!: YC is a demon with an unfortunate attachment like the above to a human, oh boy.
Or anything revolving around a more darker version of the red string of fate. It doesn't have to follow the above plot line to a T.

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IN LIMBO
After a rattling near-death experience, Muse A walks the lines between the living and the dead, capable of seeing those who have passed, however, up until this point his "sight" has been minor, blurred. Barely a scratch upon his life.

However, this ability is beginning to manifest to its fullest, becoming stronger as the days pass, like dreams transferring to reality.

Unfortunately for Muse A, this quirk brings about a certain allure to spirits, some with nefarious intentions which, unbeknownst to him, leaves him in a vulnerable state.

Muse A cannot communicate with the dead, his attempts proving fruitless, and he carries the knowledge that eyes pry at all times.


Muse B is a spirit caught within the "restless" realm of the afterlife, where there is no sanctuary- no heaven, nor is there a hell, only an endless limbo.

Those who remain in limbo for too long lose their sanity and eventually their humanity, becoming nothing more than hungering wraiths clinging to the remnants of their memories and seeking to devour the ones of others.

For reasons beyond his understanding, Muse B lives in a cyclic loop, reliving the moments of his death just as he experienced it when he was alive.

Things change once the seedlings of Sight begin to form within Muse A. From then on, Muse B lives free from the nightmare of his death, but to his chagrin is chained to Muse A and cannot explore far beyond him.

Not able to understand the linkage, Muse B is resigned to being bound to Muse A, whose psychological state is steadily declining as he struggles to cope with living amongst apparitions and the unnerving, haunting feeling of being hunted.


When Muse A begins to see Muse B and connect further to the afterlife, both their worlds are turned upside down.

For, as stated, to walk among ghosts while blood pulses through your veins is a dangerous path to tread.

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Parasitical
{also a song plot~}

Within a dystopic world, parasites prey, their existence hidden to man.
Muse A's shadow is sentient, a dying race of parasitic mimics that hide within the shadow of an individual. Muse A becomes aware of this curse, and, left aghast, struggles to come to terms as Muse B has little plans of going soon. Will Muse A must come to an understanding of Muse B's mysterious and forever elusive race, or, will they attempt to dislodge themselves from Muse B's hold?
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Song Plots
More to be added~


Other Side Of Paradise - Glass Animals
“When I was young and stupid
My love left to be a rocking roll star.
He told, “Please don’t worry.”
Wise little smile that spoke so safely.”

Muse A and Muse B were lovers, briefly, but intensely so. Muse A, chasing fame, booked a one-way ticket to the west. Good ole Cali’.
Muse B, while dismayed, did not attempt to halt Muse A’s dreams, so, patiently, Muse B waits for correspondence from Muse A, awaiting the day they can be together again. However, as time crawls by, Muse A grows in popularity and begins to speak with Muse B less and less until, abruptly, communication is ceased altogether. Muse B is left with their heart shattered.
Years pass, Muse B, with humor, moves to California, the state their former love pined over so much. Muse B is doing reasonably well for themselves. Muse A, on the other hand, is a flickered out flame, his fame dissipating. In short, Muse A is a wreck, barely scraping by, try as he may.
In a chance meeting, Muse B bumps into, literally so, Muse A, who is utterly drunk.
How will Muse B confront Muse A and how far down the gutter has Muse A fallen?


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【BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE CHAPTER 3 SONG 】 ALL EYES ON ME by OR3O★
"You don't know what it's like to drown away
In a puddle of shame,
You, yes you,
Made me insane.
But not anymore,
I'm in control.
I have the stage; you can't turn the page, now do as your told."


Muse A is a meticulous and calculative director, often considered cut-throat. Muse B, for the longest time, held the stage in Muse A’s productions, holding an allure that captured the audience. Alas, perfect bliss can only last for so long. A promising star arises and, intrigued, Muse A hires this the rookie who proceeds to enrapture the crowd with their talent.
After a while, as their fame diminishes, Muse B is put to the side, or, to put it bluntly, fired.
Enraged, Muse B constructs, overtime, a plot, one that blossoms to lead to the killing of the star that dared replace them. A trickling of time afterward, caught up in anger, Muse B kidnaps Muse A, forcing Muse A to confront the seeds they’ve sown.

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If I Believe You by The 1975
“I thought I'd met you once or twice,
But that was just because the dabs were nice,
And opening up my mind.
Showing me consciousness is primary in the universe
And I had a revelation.
I'll be your child if you insist
I mean, if it was you that made my body
You probably shouldn't have made me atheist”

tw; suicide attempt
If I’m Lost, Then How Can I Find Myself?
Muse A has grown up within a cult, his life built around religion. Being the son of a high ranking priest, he is, of course, expected to follow suit. However, Muse A has a complicated relationship with religion, having, in time, growing to ultimately become something of an atheist, if barely bordering on agnostic.
However, feeling as if the weight upon his shoulders is too much to bear, Muse A makes a suicide attempt. Albeit only to experience a near death experience where he meets Muse B ( a God, demon, angel, or something of the sort), who tears his ideologies of fate apart, as once Muse B interfered with Muse A's attempt, ending it, they now have an unspoken connection. Muse B has his own struggles within his domain and Muse A must face a bewildering reality that beings beyond humans exists.



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Christmas Kids- Roar

You'll change your name, or change your mind and leave this fucked up place behind.
But I'll know, I'll know.


Within a dystopic world, parasites prey, their existence hidden to man.
Muse A's shadow is sentient, a dying race of parasitic mimics that hide within the shadow of an individual. Muse A becomes aware of this curse, and, left aghast, struggles to come to terms as Muse B has little plans of relinquishing Muse A soon. Will Muse A must come to an understanding of Muse B's mysterious and forever elusive race, or, will they attempt to dislodge themselves from Muse B's hold?

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