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19+ writers only thanks.
MxM, FxM, FxF,MxF welcome
Characters:
Plot:
Literacy:
โข 600โ1500+ words
โข 3rd person POV
โข I really enjoy detailed writing and solid storytelling, and Iโm looking for the same from my partner
About me as a partner:
I value communication a lot. I like chatting, plotting, and bouncing ideas back and forth. One of my biggest pet peeves is constantly hearing โI donโt mind, you choose, whatever you preferโ to everything
-> Im pretty plot accurate, i don't like things that don't make sense so i will ask questions if something is unclear to me.
-> I usually reply every other day. I expect the same from my partner!
-> I like to gush about characters, think of headcanons and totally fan girl about our pairings
Themes we WILL include:
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ, ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ, ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฆ,(just titan shenanigans) ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ, ๐ฐ๐๐ซ, ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ, ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฐ-๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
Themes we WON'T include:
I have a few no noยดs and want to talk about them in private.
Please reach out with name, age, pronounce if you want, and a writing sample. I always respond, if i dont, than its because your intro is to dry for me to respond to. Tell what sample you have read as well
MxM, FxM, FxF,MxF welcomeCharacters:
- My F Tybur oc against Eren Jeager.
- I can write pretty much anyone except Erwin, Zeke, and Reiner. Our oc's in the SAME story.
Plot:
- I want to write through all the seasons with timeskips. Have our characters grow and learn. Anything nsfw/smutty will be ONLY with 18+ characters. I prefer for characters to be 21+
- I prefer our story to take place on the island most of the time, and alter season 4
Literacy:
โข 600โ1500+ words
โข 3rd person POV
โข I really enjoy detailed writing and solid storytelling, and Iโm looking for the same from my partner
About me as a partner:
I value communication a lot. I like chatting, plotting, and bouncing ideas back and forth. One of my biggest pet peeves is constantly hearing โI donโt mind, you choose, whatever you preferโ to everything
-> Im pretty plot accurate, i don't like things that don't make sense so i will ask questions if something is unclear to me.
-> I usually reply every other day. I expect the same from my partner!
-> I like to gush about characters, think of headcanons and totally fan girl about our pairings
Themes we WILL include:
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ, ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ, ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฆ,(just titan shenanigans) ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ, ๐ฐ๐๐ซ, ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ, ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฐ-๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
Themes we WON'T include:
I have a few no noยดs and want to talk about them in private.
Please reach out with name, age, pronounce if you want, and a writing sample. I always respond, if i dont, than its because your intro is to dry for me to respond to. Tell what sample you have read as well
This is a original piece of mine, no rp but it will give you the idea as for how i write, how i write my NPCs and whatever. Im looking for someone who likes to write in this style too! 669 words.
Jinren made his way over the camp, stepping over one of the man that had passed out from a mixture of wine and exhaustion. The day had been long, and the nights had been even longer. But tonight many could not sleep, as there was to much to celebrate. His blue long sword glinted as he passed one of the fire's that had been made. Above a pig being turned to nice and crispy. Fat hissed, snapping into the flames, spitting grease into the air heavy with smoke and sweat. His steps felt silent compared to the thundering of men around him.
โHear! Oh, hear!โ Lokyi, one of the patrol, rose from the flat of a stone, cup in hand, the wine already halfway down his tunic. His voice slurred, his black hair pushed back by his other hand. The noise died, faces towards the now standing soldier.
He raised the wooden goblet high, arms black with soot and blood smears. โToday, Sxalios! Tomorrow- Yuina!โ
A roar answered him. Throats hoarse from screaming. Boots stomped. Cups slammed. Lokyi waved his arm like a banner, not noticing heโd sloshed the last of his wine backward. Jinu, one of the front men half-conscious, leaned back, mouth wide, catching the spill like it was rain from the gods. Red dribbled down his face, over the jagged scar that split his chin that was once a charming face.
โThief!โ Lokyi barked, eyes dropping to his empty cup, expression twitching to laughter.
Jinu only grinned, stumbling forward, hand flapping onto Lokyiโs shoulder with the grace of a dead bird. โTomorrow Yuina- โ he slurred, โ-day after that, the rest of the cursed North. And you, brother-โ he slapped the iron chestplate โyouโll piss wine โtil your cock turns red.โ
The men exploded again, laughter filling the ash black air. They were high. All of them. High on the victory, high to forget the pain and remember the pride. This platoon, the platoon of Thorne has met no defeat yet. High of dreaming. High of going home with smiles on their faces. Jinren moved through them. The firelight danced over his sword. Men stepped aside without being asked. A few saluted, fists over hearts. He gave them nothing in return but a low nod and a line: "Celibrate. The night is yours"
He reached the command tent. Black canvas. The imperial crest painted in white across the flap He opened it with one hand. โMay I enter?โ
Inside, a grunt answered him. The air inside was somehow colder but the smell was more pleasant than candle light. In here no roasted pig, blood, or wine. There were no cups here. No laughter. No sweat and other substances.
Only her. Miyelรจne.
She stood at the round table in her half-armor as if she had forgotten to take off the rest, her back turned, hands planted on the map. Her shoulders held tension.
She turned. Her eyes widened at once.
She bowed low. โForgive me. I did not hear it was you.โ Jinren stepped inside and let the flap fall shut behind him. His smile was faint.โForgiven.โ
He moved to stand beside her, eyes on the map. Her formations had held. Her lines were clean. โYou succeeded. Celebrate.โ
โI cannot.โ Her voice was flat. โIt is a mere foothold in what lies ahead. To celebrate now would be... foolish.โ He didnโt look at her. But he heard it. The fracture under her tone. The dry throat. The dark circles under her eyes. She hadnโt even bled today.
He reached forward, brushed her thick black hair aside with the back of his fingers. She jolted. He kissed the exposed part of her neck. She didnโt stop him, but she didnโt lean in either.
โWe deserve a break.โ His voice dropped lower. She turned her head slightly. Just enough to meet his eyes. โNot here. Anyone could enter. You cannot be seen. Youโll carry that stain if they see.โ He looked like it was funny. โNo one enters this tent without my permission.โ
Jinren made his way over the camp, stepping over one of the man that had passed out from a mixture of wine and exhaustion. The day had been long, and the nights had been even longer. But tonight many could not sleep, as there was to much to celebrate. His blue long sword glinted as he passed one of the fire's that had been made. Above a pig being turned to nice and crispy. Fat hissed, snapping into the flames, spitting grease into the air heavy with smoke and sweat. His steps felt silent compared to the thundering of men around him.
โHear! Oh, hear!โ Lokyi, one of the patrol, rose from the flat of a stone, cup in hand, the wine already halfway down his tunic. His voice slurred, his black hair pushed back by his other hand. The noise died, faces towards the now standing soldier.
He raised the wooden goblet high, arms black with soot and blood smears. โToday, Sxalios! Tomorrow- Yuina!โ
A roar answered him. Throats hoarse from screaming. Boots stomped. Cups slammed. Lokyi waved his arm like a banner, not noticing heโd sloshed the last of his wine backward. Jinu, one of the front men half-conscious, leaned back, mouth wide, catching the spill like it was rain from the gods. Red dribbled down his face, over the jagged scar that split his chin that was once a charming face.
โThief!โ Lokyi barked, eyes dropping to his empty cup, expression twitching to laughter.
Jinu only grinned, stumbling forward, hand flapping onto Lokyiโs shoulder with the grace of a dead bird. โTomorrow Yuina- โ he slurred, โ-day after that, the rest of the cursed North. And you, brother-โ he slapped the iron chestplate โyouโll piss wine โtil your cock turns red.โ
The men exploded again, laughter filling the ash black air. They were high. All of them. High on the victory, high to forget the pain and remember the pride. This platoon, the platoon of Thorne has met no defeat yet. High of dreaming. High of going home with smiles on their faces. Jinren moved through them. The firelight danced over his sword. Men stepped aside without being asked. A few saluted, fists over hearts. He gave them nothing in return but a low nod and a line: "Celibrate. The night is yours"
He reached the command tent. Black canvas. The imperial crest painted in white across the flap He opened it with one hand. โMay I enter?โ
Inside, a grunt answered him. The air inside was somehow colder but the smell was more pleasant than candle light. In here no roasted pig, blood, or wine. There were no cups here. No laughter. No sweat and other substances.
Only her. Miyelรจne.
She stood at the round table in her half-armor as if she had forgotten to take off the rest, her back turned, hands planted on the map. Her shoulders held tension.
She turned. Her eyes widened at once.
She bowed low. โForgive me. I did not hear it was you.โ Jinren stepped inside and let the flap fall shut behind him. His smile was faint.โForgiven.โ
He moved to stand beside her, eyes on the map. Her formations had held. Her lines were clean. โYou succeeded. Celebrate.โ
โI cannot.โ Her voice was flat. โIt is a mere foothold in what lies ahead. To celebrate now would be... foolish.โ He didnโt look at her. But he heard it. The fracture under her tone. The dry throat. The dark circles under her eyes. She hadnโt even bled today.
He reached forward, brushed her thick black hair aside with the back of his fingers. She jolted. He kissed the exposed part of her neck. She didnโt stop him, but she didnโt lean in either.
โWe deserve a break.โ His voice dropped lower. She turned her head slightly. Just enough to meet his eyes. โNot here. Anyone could enter. You cannot be seen. Youโll carry that stain if they see.โ He looked like it was funny. โNo one enters this tent without my permission.โ
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