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hey yous! I have some rough ideas with a whole lot of love to pour into them. I love gritty, action packed stories with gut wrenching quiet moments, magic and anomalies, and romantic tension that makes my blood boil. Fantasy with elves has always been my fave, but I've got some mixed ideas in the bag rn, and super excited for someone to hopefully latch on (unless you wanna pitch your own idea).
I've always preferred (and been better at) writing a female main, but I might go M if I'm vibing (esp if it's fantasy). So it's totally fine to pitch an idea where you play the F main.
In a writing partner, I'm looking for:
-someone older than 25 preferably
-realistic ish faceclaims if any (AI is okay by me)
-somewhat similar writing style (my sample below)
-chill with word count. I typically write between 200-700 words per post depending on what's going on.
-can post around once a week (more is awesome, I just can't promise the same). I'm very active OOC though.
-just a kind, communicative person, really. I love gushing and OOC chatting, and I really want you to feel alright with telling me if something is wrong. We could change things, or worst case just end the rp, and it'll be 100% okay.
aight, letting it rip below
More fleshed out:
PM if interested <3
I've always preferred (and been better at) writing a female main, but I might go M if I'm vibing (esp if it's fantasy). So it's totally fine to pitch an idea where you play the F main.
In a writing partner, I'm looking for:
-someone older than 25 preferably
-realistic ish faceclaims if any (AI is okay by me)
-somewhat similar writing style (my sample below)
-chill with word count. I typically write between 200-700 words per post depending on what's going on.
-can post around once a week (more is awesome, I just can't promise the same). I'm very active OOC though.
-just a kind, communicative person, really. I love gushing and OOC chatting, and I really want you to feel alright with telling me if something is wrong. We could change things, or worst case just end the rp, and it'll be 100% okay.
She listened to him speak about his younger years, standing on the same spot watching him as if waiting for some otherworldly sign to join him. She’d figured the stargazing wasn’t just something he did now – not with the way he seemed so entranced by them.
“I still do it now occasionally—aaand I’m talking too much again.”
”I know you still do it,” she said, smirking proudly. ”I still wonder if you found any answers.”
The teasing filled her with a little more confidence.
Evening came down quickly, blanketing them with its dull glow and a few distant stars. Despite her hesitation, she found herself sitting beside him. After spending nearly every day with four other people, a moment alone was almost too precious to pass up on. The space between them was as big as the boulder allowed, and yet, somehow, it was still close enough to hear his breaths when they were silent.
She felt different.
“Don’t disappear like that next time. Especially not with her.”
Her voice came out lower than usual, wrapped in the frustration she tried to keep inside. She’d known she wanted to say it since the second she saw him, and normally she would without second thought. But when she replayed it in her mind now, she found one too many different ways to interpret her own words. She blinked down and continued:
”And I don’t mean it like that. I… guess I’m too used to your presence. Feels weird when you’re not there.”
A beat of silence. A million thoughts.
”I don’t like it.”
She pulled her cloak tighter—not because she was freezing, but because she needed something to do with her hands.
And then it came. A deep, involuntary blush that crept up from her chest and bloomed over her face, making her cheeks warmer than any campfire could. She hadn’t meant for it to come out that way. Not the backhand to Alia, nor the insinuation that she wanted him close and perhaps closer than she’d initially let on. Maybe he’d read into it. Or maybe it wouldn’t cross his mind, and he’d take her words at face value.
She wasn’t sure which one she preferred.
“I still do it now occasionally—aaand I’m talking too much again.”
”I know you still do it,” she said, smirking proudly. ”I still wonder if you found any answers.”
The teasing filled her with a little more confidence.
Evening came down quickly, blanketing them with its dull glow and a few distant stars. Despite her hesitation, she found herself sitting beside him. After spending nearly every day with four other people, a moment alone was almost too precious to pass up on. The space between them was as big as the boulder allowed, and yet, somehow, it was still close enough to hear his breaths when they were silent.
She felt different.
“Don’t disappear like that next time. Especially not with her.”
Her voice came out lower than usual, wrapped in the frustration she tried to keep inside. She’d known she wanted to say it since the second she saw him, and normally she would without second thought. But when she replayed it in her mind now, she found one too many different ways to interpret her own words. She blinked down and continued:
”And I don’t mean it like that. I… guess I’m too used to your presence. Feels weird when you’re not there.”
A beat of silence. A million thoughts.
”I don’t like it.”
She pulled her cloak tighter—not because she was freezing, but because she needed something to do with her hands.
And then it came. A deep, involuntary blush that crept up from her chest and bloomed over her face, making her cheeks warmer than any campfire could. She hadn’t meant for it to come out that way. Not the backhand to Alia, nor the insinuation that she wanted him close and perhaps closer than she’d initially let on. Maybe he’d read into it. Or maybe it wouldn’t cross his mind, and he’d take her words at face value.
She wasn’t sure which one she preferred.
aight, letting it rip below
- People surviving under leaderships that betrayed them or the rebellions that overtook them.
- Soldier/s ending up in the wrong (or right) hands beyond enemy lines.
- Stories during active war (historical).
- Classic royal x knight or similar pairings.
- Rulers that don’t want to rule in a dark, unforgiving world.
- Assassin x target and similar.
- Spies n stuff. Lowkey wanna write a spy babe getting tangled with a contractor. Can be made historical.
- Something in the Helldivers universe/AU, not picky with canon.
- Enemies/rivals to lovers and variations.
- Just bleak shit and love where nobody thought love could be.
More fleshed out:
In a post-collapse society, MC runs a secret organization that conducts inhumane experiments. The goal: Recreate a serum that can turn people into super soldiers. YC wakes up in her lab, where she poses as just a doctor. But more threats linger beyond the four walls, and it's only a matter of time before the facade unravels.
A Search & Rescue mission starts going south when communications are cut, and the squad is forced to survive with limited supplies on an active Automaton planet. But hope is always the last to leave--even as they start picking up clues their fallen comrades have left behind.
PM if interested <3
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