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Welcome to the Library
Hi there,
I'm the quiet librarian. Thank you for visiting my thread. I hope you find something that ignites your interest or inspires! More importantly, I look forward to the stories we weave together.
A Little About Me:
- I'm a female and RP as a female
- 15+ years of writing experience
- I've been a screenplay editor for some years
- I love horror, witchy and mystical things & 80s rock, among other things
- I write in 3rd person only
- Most interested in a dark-romance x crime thriller RP
- Grammar & spelling is important to me (but I don't expect perfection)
- Can do 1 - 3 posts a day (depending on my work, will notify you if anything changes)
What I'm Looking For:
- Age: 21+
- Male characters only
- 60/40 Plot to Smut ratio (or 70/30)
- 3rd Person
- 1+ paragraph posts (I will match your length and enjoy detail)
- Dominant characters (quiet power, overt power, whichever)
- Possessive/protective characters
Tropes of Interest
Relationship Dynamics:
- Arranged Marriage between Criminal Empires
- Damsel in Distress x Protector
- Kidnapping Turned Stockholm (Instant Attraction)
- Reverse Harem
- Nanny/Maid x Boss (Mob/Bratva/Mafia/Other, etc.)
- Receptionist/Assistant x Boss (CEO turned Mob Boss)
Possible Story Concepts:
- FMC is being stalked and turns to a more powerful man for help
- FMC must do something illegal to save her family member or friend, and catches the attention of a scary/powerful man
- FMC is the daughter of a mob-boss and forced to marry the leader of another organization to create an allyship but her father tries to coerce her into spying on her new husband
- FMC x MMC Run into each other unexpectedly one night, and his immediate attraction doesn't go unnoticed, and someone trying to take his organization down tries to use her as leverage
- A librarian or waitress witnesses a murder and is kidnapped by the perpetrator to ensure she keeps her mouth shut. Although he's supposed to kill her, something stops him.
Sample Story Starter:
As a grey fog rolls in on a crisp autumn breeze, the townspeople of Blackwater Bay begin to rise with a new day. Among the many people is Amelia 'Mia' Hawthorne. Across from the long stretches of sandy shores and tree-lined walking paths, tucked between the other local shops and cafes, Mia and her best friend, Bell Winslow, open up their shop at the same time as they do every morning. Blackwater Books & Blooms is a book and flower shop. While Mia organizes the orders and sales of the books, Bell oversees the flower arrangements and floral orders. Except this particular morning, while the sun has barely risen above the misty horizon, something is very different. Something throws a wrench in their usual quiet morning routine.
The sign to their front door has already been flipped to open, and a strange red smudge covers one corner of it. The two young women glance at each other before Mia pushes the door open while Bell reaches inside her tote for the small canister of pepper-spray her father once gifted her. As they inch into the darkened interior of the shop, it makes it hard to see. The grey daylight only reached so far through the front display windows. Fear left her mouth dry, and she licked her lips nervously as she fumbled for her phone. Swiping it on, she clicked on the flashlight feature and slowly raised the device towards the back of the store while Bell fumbled behind her to flip on the store lights. Suddenly, a swift-moving shadow whizzing past the check-out counter caught Mia's watchful gaze. Instinctively stepping deeper into the store towards the checkout, she ignored Bell, hissing at her to stay put.
As she reached the counter, the lights flicked on, and a large black mass pounced onto the counter, making Mia cry out and stumble backward, trip over her own heels, and tumble onto her behind. There, looming above her, was a long-haired calico cat. With green eyes, mostly black fur with patches of orange and white, it sat primly on top of the counter and tilted its head at her, releasing a soft chirp that sounded like a question. Breathless laughter erupted from both women, and as Bell helped Mia stand, the cat hopped down and did figure-eights between their legs, begging for their attention. Mia, slightly flushed, reached down to pet their first customer of the day, but the cat skittered out of reach, disappearing behind the counter. Following it, she rounded the counter and froze. While the cat sat grooming itself beneath the register, Mia's eyes landed on the garbage can. She felt the blood drain from her face. There, on top of yesterday's trash, was a bloody knife. Her eyes followed the trail of blood drops and smudges to the drawer built into the counter. Pulled it open with shaky fingers, bile rose to sting the back of her throat, and her eyes watered. With a scream lodged in her throat, she stared at the trophy left behind by the monster she thought she'd escaped 4 years ago.
Thank you!
If you read everything this far, thank you. I appreciate your commitment and time. I hope we get to writing something together! But regardess of that I wish you a wonderful literary adventure, wherever it may take you. <3