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Who am I?
If you ask my best friend, Iām an awe-inspiring, overachieving lover of writing. If you ask everyone else, Iām simply a delight to be around. If you ask me, Iād say Iām all of the above. Plus modest.
Good God Iām so modest.
Letās get into it.
Writing Style
POV: I write in third person limited (Straight from the head of your character.). Itās my favorite POV to read independently and to read from my partner.
WORD COUNT: Lately Iāve been writing between 300-1500 words depending on my partner. Lately Iāve been feeling a bit lazier. So Iāve been defaulting to around 500ā¦ish words if my partner has no preference, but I can do more.
SEX/SMUT: I like plot driven stories. Scratch that. I only write plot driven stories. But I also can do sex scenes as a secondary priority. My main desire is a good story. As long as I get that Iām pretty pliable.
PREFERRED GENDER: I'm happy with FxM (Taking on the role of F), but lately I've been kind of in the mood for MxM.
What I Need From My Partner
VOICE VOICE VOICE: More than anything I need voice. When I say that, I donāt mean ooc talk (though I love that too), but I mean your characterās voice. I can not stress enough how badly I want to fall in love with your character. What are they thinking? How do they think? Show me. Please show me.
COMMUNICATION: If you have any triggers, tell me ahead of time. Iāll be really upset if weāre working on something and you wait until itās too late to mention them. I need to know your triggers from the start.
(Bonus note): I really hate "I'm the bottom!" dynamics when it comes to writing queer characters. Realistically, people shift what they like and their level of dominance naturally depending on the situation. Plus I don't like when male characters are written with "bottom" or "top" as a core personality trait.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes
Primal behaviors such as growling, biting, possessiveness, etc
Angst... Heartbreak, crying, breakdowns, etc
āI canāt breathe without you, but I fucking hate you.ā
Romance, fluff, cute moments that can embarrass our characters
Man handling on either side
Silly lil guys. You know the type. Awkward and dorky. I like playing them and/or playing against them.
Dislikes
Any scene showing a child getting sexually abused or graphically killed. (This is one of the few things that will make me ghost you.) Mentions of abuse as childhood trauma is okay.
Sharing partners/Cheating
The femme fatale tropeā¦its getting boringly overdone.
High science fiction, historically accurate, or conflict free stories.
People who take their writing too seriously. My writing style is actually really playful, even in a lot of darker stories I add a bit of light-heartedness.
Fandom. I'm pretty sure Sukuna would organically fall in love with me since I'm built diff so I don't need to roleplay it.
Plots
Iām open to any of your plots as well. These are just suggested plots in case we need inspiration.
Domestication Universe
Soft Sci-fi? I think.
Non-Fantasy/No Supernatural
And now a writing sample from me. The theme was action/comedy
Final Word
I am āghostingā friendly. If you disappear Iāll either assume something more pressing happened irl, or Iāll assume you simply discovered weāre not compatible and you didnāt know how to tell me. Either way, itās not going to cause me to take it personally. This does mean if you disappear for over a week with zero communication, I will consider myself ghosted and emotionally detach from the story weāre creating. So if you know youāll be taking long breaks or you need extra time, tell me and Iāll wait for you.
If you ask my best friend, Iām an awe-inspiring, overachieving lover of writing. If you ask everyone else, Iām simply a delight to be around. If you ask me, Iād say Iām all of the above. Plus modest.
Good God Iām so modest.
Letās get into it.
Writing Style
POV: I write in third person limited (Straight from the head of your character.). Itās my favorite POV to read independently and to read from my partner.
WORD COUNT: Lately Iāve been writing between 300-1500 words depending on my partner. Lately Iāve been feeling a bit lazier. So Iāve been defaulting to around 500ā¦ish words if my partner has no preference, but I can do more.
SEX/SMUT: I like plot driven stories. Scratch that. I only write plot driven stories. But I also can do sex scenes as a secondary priority. My main desire is a good story. As long as I get that Iām pretty pliable.
PREFERRED GENDER: I'm happy with FxM (Taking on the role of F), but lately I've been kind of in the mood for MxM.
What I Need From My Partner
VOICE VOICE VOICE: More than anything I need voice. When I say that, I donāt mean ooc talk (though I love that too), but I mean your characterās voice. I can not stress enough how badly I want to fall in love with your character. What are they thinking? How do they think? Show me. Please show me.
COMMUNICATION: If you have any triggers, tell me ahead of time. Iāll be really upset if weāre working on something and you wait until itās too late to mention them. I need to know your triggers from the start.
(Bonus note): I really hate "I'm the bottom!" dynamics when it comes to writing queer characters. Realistically, people shift what they like and their level of dominance naturally depending on the situation. Plus I don't like when male characters are written with "bottom" or "top" as a core personality trait.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes
Primal behaviors such as growling, biting, possessiveness, etcAngst... Heartbreak, crying, breakdowns, etcāI canāt breathe without you, but I fucking hate you.āRomance, fluff, cute moments that can embarrass our charactersMan handling on either sideSilly lil guys. You know the type. Awkward and dorky. I like playing them and/or playing against them.Dislikes
Any scene showing a child getting sexually abused or graphically killed. (This is one of the few things that will make me ghost you.) Mentions of abuse as childhood trauma is okay.Sharing partners/CheatingThe femme fatale tropeā¦its getting boringly overdone.High science fiction, historically accurate, or conflict free stories.People who take their writing too seriously. My writing style is actually really playful, even in a lot of darker stories I add a bit of light-heartedness.Fandom.Plots
Iām open to any of your plots as well. These are just suggested plots in case we need inspiration.
Domestication Universe
Magical creatures run the world. They rule cities, make laws, and shape society. Humans are kept as pets. They aren't treated as equals and are not allowed to be alone in public. If a human is seen without an owner, they are taken to the pound and resold.
Humans can live in houses as pets, farms, work facilities, or holding shelters. Some families treat their human pets gently, like companions. Others use them for labor. Sometimes humans are handled illegally. Such as being eaten as exotic meats or forced to fight each other for entertainment or gambling.
Muse A is a magical being who has decided to get their first human.(For reasons determined by the writer) Muse B is one of the humans waiting to be purchased. They sit in their enclosure wearing a simple collar. They have no idea what kind of owner Muse A will be. The scene begins with Muse A going to buy their very first human pet.
Humans can live in houses as pets, farms, work facilities, or holding shelters. Some families treat their human pets gently, like companions. Others use them for labor. Sometimes humans are handled illegally. Such as being eaten as exotic meats or forced to fight each other for entertainment or gambling.
Muse A is a magical being who has decided to get their first human.(For reasons determined by the writer) Muse B is one of the humans waiting to be purchased. They sit in their enclosure wearing a simple collar. They have no idea what kind of owner Muse A will be. The scene begins with Muse A going to buy their very first human pet.
Opposite to the previous prompt.
Humans run the world. Magic creatures are the ones kept as pets. They wear special collars that control their abilities and stop them from ever hurting a human. If they try, the collar shocks them hard enough to knock them out. The collars do nothing if they attack another pet though. So sometimes pet fights happen and it gets messy.
Muse A is a powerful and dangerous creature who spent most of their life as a stray. When they were finally caught, they were labeled high risk. Most humans were afraid to even look at the registry listing for them. Nobody wanted to take on that kind of responsibility.
Then a wealthy couple bought Muse A as a gift for their gentle pet at home, Muse B. Muse B is soft-hearted, weak in comparison, very loved, and has spent their whole life living comfortably. The writer can choose how Muse B feels about receiving this gift.
Humans run the world. Magic creatures are the ones kept as pets. They wear special collars that control their abilities and stop them from ever hurting a human. If they try, the collar shocks them hard enough to knock them out. The collars do nothing if they attack another pet though. So sometimes pet fights happen and it gets messy.
Muse A is a powerful and dangerous creature who spent most of their life as a stray. When they were finally caught, they were labeled high risk. Most humans were afraid to even look at the registry listing for them. Nobody wanted to take on that kind of responsibility.
Then a wealthy couple bought Muse A as a gift for their gentle pet at home, Muse B. Muse B is soft-hearted, weak in comparison, very loved, and has spent their whole life living comfortably. The writer can choose how Muse B feels about receiving this gift.
Soft Sci-fi? I think.
When children have no families in this world, they donāt get adopted. They are taken by the government and moved into a research compound where scientists tear them apart and rebuild them. Most die. The ones who survive come out wrong. Their minds have cracked under the weight of what was done to them.
When the experiments were exposed to the public, the testing stopped. But the children couldnāt be released back into society. They were locked in a permanent facility disguised as psychiatric care. The stronger someoneās powers are, the more unstable their mind is.
Muse A is the strongest of all. They are also the most mentally unstable. Theyāve killed nurses, doctors and anyone else who has tried to control them. Their blood is the most mutated in the system. They need to be studied.
Muse B is a new doctor. Their job is to get blood from Muse A, take care of their basic needs, and justā¦not die.
This story focuses heavily on co-dependence and the question of what happens when the world creates a monster.
When the experiments were exposed to the public, the testing stopped. But the children couldnāt be released back into society. They were locked in a permanent facility disguised as psychiatric care. The stronger someoneās powers are, the more unstable their mind is.
Muse A is the strongest of all. They are also the most mentally unstable. Theyāve killed nurses, doctors and anyone else who has tried to control them. Their blood is the most mutated in the system. They need to be studied.
Muse B is a new doctor. Their job is to get blood from Muse A, take care of their basic needs, and justā¦not die.
This story focuses heavily on co-dependence and the question of what happens when the world creates a monster.
In this world, wormhole travel has become possible. Scientists discovered how to send humans across galaxies, but there is one major issue: returning them. Nothing sent through has been successfully brought back.
A new device is created that might solve this problem. It is designed to anchor whoever travels through the wormhole and pull them back. The technology is still experimental, so they need a human test subject.
Muse A is chosen.
When Muse A goes through the wormhole, they arrive in a galaxy completely unlike their own. The planet they land on is alien. The environment, the creatures, and the atmosphere are all unfamiliar. While trying to activate the device to return home, Muse A learns that it needs to recharge. To do that, they must find a power source that matches the deviceās energy signature, which might not even exist on this planet.
Muse B is a being native to this world. They discover Muse A and are surprised to see a species they've never encountered. Muse B decides to keep Muse A with them. (Muse B may come from either a highly advanced civilization or a more primitive one, depending on the writer.)
A new device is created that might solve this problem. It is designed to anchor whoever travels through the wormhole and pull them back. The technology is still experimental, so they need a human test subject.
Muse A is chosen.
When Muse A goes through the wormhole, they arrive in a galaxy completely unlike their own. The planet they land on is alien. The environment, the creatures, and the atmosphere are all unfamiliar. While trying to activate the device to return home, Muse A learns that it needs to recharge. To do that, they must find a power source that matches the deviceās energy signature, which might not even exist on this planet.
Muse B is a being native to this world. They discover Muse A and are surprised to see a species they've never encountered. Muse B decides to keep Muse A with them. (Muse B may come from either a highly advanced civilization or a more primitive one, depending on the writer.)
Muse A is an indie video game developer who made a game that became a worldwide phenomenon. It won awards, became international, and is now something almost everyone knows. Muse A is extremely dedicated to this game. They obsess over every detail. Every update. Every DLC. They put their entire heart and soul into making it perfect. The game is their lifeās work.
While fixing a strange glitch one day, something impossible happens. The main character from the game, Muse B, appears in front of them in the real world.
Muse B is suddenly in a world completely different from the one they know. They notice that Muse Aās room is filled with drawings, models, and designs of them. Muse A claims to be the one who created them.
Muse B still has all the powers and abilities they had in the game (Powers determined by the writers.)
The story can go in multiple directions:
Muse A and Muse B can work together to try to return Muse B to the game, or they can try to help Muse B adjust to living in the real world.
While fixing a strange glitch one day, something impossible happens. The main character from the game, Muse B, appears in front of them in the real world.
Muse B is suddenly in a world completely different from the one they know. They notice that Muse Aās room is filled with drawings, models, and designs of them. Muse A claims to be the one who created them.
Muse B still has all the powers and abilities they had in the game (Powers determined by the writers.)
The story can go in multiple directions:
Muse A and Muse B can work together to try to return Muse B to the game, or they can try to help Muse B adjust to living in the real world.
Non-Fantasy/No Supernatural
(Note: While people are separated in this world, racism or racial superiority, doesnāt exist. Racial differences are acknowledged and respected.)
In this world, society is divided. People are separated by class, culture, and status. Itās just how the world is structured. People stay with their own. No one crosses those lines. Itās even illegal to form intimate bonds outside your assigned place.
Muse A and Muse B come from completely different backgrounds. Their differences could be class, race, reputation, or whatever the writers decide. At first, they donāt like each other. But soon connect on an unexpected level.
Their connection is taboo. Theyāre not supposed to talk and they definitely arenāt supposed to fall for each other. The law itself makes it clear that people like them are only allowed to be distant acquaintances if they acknowledge each other at all.
Muse A and Muse B have to figure out how to stay in each otherās lives all while living in a world where their relationship should not exist.
In this world, society is divided. People are separated by class, culture, and status. Itās just how the world is structured. People stay with their own. No one crosses those lines. Itās even illegal to form intimate bonds outside your assigned place.
Muse A and Muse B come from completely different backgrounds. Their differences could be class, race, reputation, or whatever the writers decide. At first, they donāt like each other. But soon connect on an unexpected level.
Their connection is taboo. Theyāre not supposed to talk and they definitely arenāt supposed to fall for each other. The law itself makes it clear that people like them are only allowed to be distant acquaintances if they acknowledge each other at all.
Muse A and Muse B have to figure out how to stay in each otherās lives all while living in a world where their relationship should not exist.
Muse A used to be the worst kind of bully. The type who stole lunch money, forced kids to eat dirt, and started fights just because they could. Their favorite target was Muse B. For years, from middle school all the way to graduation, Muse A made sure Muse Bās life was miserable. It was kind of their favorite hobby.
Time passed. Muse A grew up, got a decent job, built a stable life, and stopped thinking about school or the people in it. They figured that chapter was over.
Then they get an offer for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A chance to work under a highly respected expert in their field. (Field to be decided by writers) Taking this position could guarantee career advancement and stability for the rest of their life. It is the kind of job people fight for.
On the first day, they walk into the new workplace with excitement. They meet their supervisor. Muse B.
Now, Muse B is the one in control. They oversee Muse Aās training, workload, performance evaluation, and future recommendations. The same Muse B they used to torment every single day. The same Muse B that Muse A hasnāt thought about in years. But Muse B didnāt forget. Not even a second of it.
Time passed. Muse A grew up, got a decent job, built a stable life, and stopped thinking about school or the people in it. They figured that chapter was over.
Then they get an offer for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A chance to work under a highly respected expert in their field. (Field to be decided by writers) Taking this position could guarantee career advancement and stability for the rest of their life. It is the kind of job people fight for.
On the first day, they walk into the new workplace with excitement. They meet their supervisor. Muse B.
Now, Muse B is the one in control. They oversee Muse Aās training, workload, performance evaluation, and future recommendations. The same Muse B they used to torment every single day. The same Muse B that Muse A hasnāt thought about in years. But Muse B didnāt forget. Not even a second of it.
There is an abandoned house on the highest hill in the darkest part of town. It has been empty for decades. Everyone believes its haunted. Anyone who wants to stay alive avoids it.
Muse A goes there. (The reason is up to the writer.) As Muse A explores, they notice strange things happening. Soft whispers. Objects being thrown around. The feeling of being watched.
Eventually, Muse A sees Muse B.
Muse B is not a ghost. They are a real person who has been living in the house their entire life. (The reason they were isolated is up to the writer) Muse B has been surviving off their own garden and hasnāt interacted with other people in years. They are suuuper awkward and weird. They also have a strong fear of people and avoid the town entirely.
Muse A tries to help Muse B rejoin society. They bring Muse B into town to show them what life could be like.
Muse B struggles to adjust. They have to decide whether they can learn to live among people again or return to the quiet house on the hill.
Muse A goes there. (The reason is up to the writer.) As Muse A explores, they notice strange things happening. Soft whispers. Objects being thrown around. The feeling of being watched.
Eventually, Muse A sees Muse B.
Muse B is not a ghost. They are a real person who has been living in the house their entire life. (The reason they were isolated is up to the writer) Muse B has been surviving off their own garden and hasnāt interacted with other people in years. They are suuuper awkward and weird. They also have a strong fear of people and avoid the town entirely.
Muse A tries to help Muse B rejoin society. They bring Muse B into town to show them what life could be like.
Muse B struggles to adjust. They have to decide whether they can learn to live among people again or return to the quiet house on the hill.
Muse A and Muse B grew up as classmates. In fifth grade, their parents married each other, and the two children became step-siblings. They never felt like siblings though. They were best friends.
During their first year of high school, both parents were killed in a car accident while driving Muse B to a concert. After the funeral, Muse A and Muse B were separated and sent to live with different relatives, though they still attended the same school.
Muse A blamed Muse B for the accident.
The grief twisted into resentment. Muse A bullied Muse B relentlessly, turning classmates against them and reminding them constantly that the deaths were their fault. Muse B believed it too. Their life was miserable.
Years later, as adults, Muse A is celebrating a birthday when Muse B appears unexpectedly. Muse B reveals they have a terminal illness and will not live to see the end of the year. Muse A is struck with guilt. Despite everything, Muse B had once been their closest companion. After the accident, Muse B was all Muse A had left.
Determined to make amends, Muse A decides to spend Muse Bās remaining time helping them complete a bucket list. The story follows their efforts to heal, confront the past, and face the reality of loss together.
Themes are grief, reconciliation, and what it means to say goodbye.
During their first year of high school, both parents were killed in a car accident while driving Muse B to a concert. After the funeral, Muse A and Muse B were separated and sent to live with different relatives, though they still attended the same school.
Muse A blamed Muse B for the accident.
The grief twisted into resentment. Muse A bullied Muse B relentlessly, turning classmates against them and reminding them constantly that the deaths were their fault. Muse B believed it too. Their life was miserable.
Years later, as adults, Muse A is celebrating a birthday when Muse B appears unexpectedly. Muse B reveals they have a terminal illness and will not live to see the end of the year. Muse A is struck with guilt. Despite everything, Muse B had once been their closest companion. After the accident, Muse B was all Muse A had left.
Determined to make amends, Muse A decides to spend Muse Bās remaining time helping them complete a bucket list. The story follows their efforts to heal, confront the past, and face the reality of loss together.
Themes are grief, reconciliation, and what it means to say goodbye.
And now a writing sample from me. The theme was action/comedy
This hasnāt been the luckiest day of Amaranthās life. Sheās definitely had luckier.
First, her favorite coffee shop ran out of the good stuff. The good stuff, being hot chocolate. Amar didnāt drink coffee. And when they offered her a free cup of the dreaded bitter beverage (on the house), she couldnāt have been more insulted. Who goes to cafĆ©s for coffee? The nerve of some people.
Second, when Amar got to work, without a hot chocolate in hand, she noticed that her workstation was dirty. See, Amaranth used to work a simple office job, that is, until she accidentally shredded her bossās mistressās purse in the industrial paper shredder. (How cool is an industrial paper shredder? Pretty damn cool.) Afterwards she was promptly fired in front of the entire office.
Now, a few weeks and begging later, she had a new job at a doggy daycare. It was nice because dogs didnāt complain when you talked to them for half an hour about why cutting grass in the winter time should be illegal. But now, on the day when Amar had no hot chocolate to boost her morning, she came in to see that her work station, the very place where she bathes her dogs, was filthy.
āJeremy!ā She snapped, looked around for the tall lanky redhead. āDid you wash one of your dogs in my section?ā
He peeked out from around the corner and scrunched his nose. āWhy would I do that?ā
They both paused for a few seconds.
āWell did you?ā Amar asked. Jeremy responded in the most mature way he was capable. By snorting and flipping her off. Then he walked away to take inventory or murder babies or whatever it was that monsters like him did.
āUggghhh,ā Amar kicked the dog bath and then yelped. āFuck!ā She screamed, super lady-like. And there it was. The third shitty thing that happened today. The worst things come in 3s.
After a long day of dog washing and chasing puppies through the kitchen to wrangle them for naptime, Amar was finally set free from her 9 to 5 and allowed to go home. Her home, was a small apartment on the west side of the city. Did the W in āWestā stand for āWorstā? Because it was the fucking worst.
She had no hot water, the lock on her front door was broken (welcome all murderers. Amar was completely unprotected), and her neighborhood was littered with unsavory characters. The worst ones were the people who lived in her apartment complex. Always so loud with the parties. Couldnāt they have any sympathy for the friendless loser that was Amar.
Let her drink in peace.
As Amar stumbled through her apartment, she clutched the neck of 2025 bottle of cheap gas station whiskey blend. Good year. And then she guzzled it like gas to a car.
Wobbling to her room, she tripped over her cat, Sniffles, and landed on her face. Sniffles, the orange and white devil she found under a bench 2 years ago, was ever the support animal. Like a sweetie, he promptly hissed at her then bat her face with his paw.
āMissed you too.ā She grumbled. As she turned over and took another swing of alcohol, her unfocused eyes drifted to a book under her bed. āSpells for the Lonely.ā Rude. So when the universe decided to gift her with free reading material, it came with a side of self reflection.
Groaning, Amar grabbed the book and sat up. In the table of contents she saw a spell called āBonding with aā¦ā the last word was scratched out. Bonding with a what? Whatever. She was a bit impaired due to the 6-dollar bottle of poison and a minor concussion.
āYou know what, I can bond with a āblankā.ā She grumbled. Itās not like magic was real anyway. Sheāll just pretend she summoned a new cat. One that didnāt smack her in the face all the time.
She gathered the material required. Salt, candles, snacks (that last one was her idea), and followed the instructions to the letter. She made a big circle out of salt and then surrounded it was candles. All she had was the Bath Body Works fall collection, but the room smelled divine.Then she placed a bar of chocolate (Butterfinger) in the middle of the circle.
āAlright Sniffles. Get ready to say hello to your replacement.ā
Sniffles hissed at her then curled up on Amarās bed.
Amar opened the Book for Losers, or whatever it was called, and turned to the summoning page. Then, after clearing her throat an embarrassing amount of times, she finally started reading. It was a language she didnāt understand. She stumbled over the words and likely mispronounced a lot of things, but for the most part she got through it.
āAnd nowā¦ arrive!ā She threw her arms in the air with a flourish and then added a little spin for the fun of it.
Nothing happened. Surprise surprise.
āLooks like Iām stuck with you.ā She mumbled at Sniffles who rolled on his belly and ignored her.
Suddenly her candles came to life. The fire whooshed in a roar, and smoke filled the room. Amar screamed and scrambled under her bed. Then when the smoke started to clear, she saw the shadow of a man. A man with horns.
First, her favorite coffee shop ran out of the good stuff. The good stuff, being hot chocolate. Amar didnāt drink coffee. And when they offered her a free cup of the dreaded bitter beverage (on the house), she couldnāt have been more insulted. Who goes to cafĆ©s for coffee? The nerve of some people.
Second, when Amar got to work, without a hot chocolate in hand, she noticed that her workstation was dirty. See, Amaranth used to work a simple office job, that is, until she accidentally shredded her bossās mistressās purse in the industrial paper shredder. (How cool is an industrial paper shredder? Pretty damn cool.) Afterwards she was promptly fired in front of the entire office.
Now, a few weeks and begging later, she had a new job at a doggy daycare. It was nice because dogs didnāt complain when you talked to them for half an hour about why cutting grass in the winter time should be illegal. But now, on the day when Amar had no hot chocolate to boost her morning, she came in to see that her work station, the very place where she bathes her dogs, was filthy.
āJeremy!ā She snapped, looked around for the tall lanky redhead. āDid you wash one of your dogs in my section?ā
He peeked out from around the corner and scrunched his nose. āWhy would I do that?ā
They both paused for a few seconds.
āWell did you?ā Amar asked. Jeremy responded in the most mature way he was capable. By snorting and flipping her off. Then he walked away to take inventory or murder babies or whatever it was that monsters like him did.
āUggghhh,ā Amar kicked the dog bath and then yelped. āFuck!ā She screamed, super lady-like. And there it was. The third shitty thing that happened today. The worst things come in 3s.
After a long day of dog washing and chasing puppies through the kitchen to wrangle them for naptime, Amar was finally set free from her 9 to 5 and allowed to go home. Her home, was a small apartment on the west side of the city. Did the W in āWestā stand for āWorstā? Because it was the fucking worst.
She had no hot water, the lock on her front door was broken (welcome all murderers. Amar was completely unprotected), and her neighborhood was littered with unsavory characters. The worst ones were the people who lived in her apartment complex. Always so loud with the parties. Couldnāt they have any sympathy for the friendless loser that was Amar.
Let her drink in peace.
As Amar stumbled through her apartment, she clutched the neck of 2025 bottle of cheap gas station whiskey blend. Good year. And then she guzzled it like gas to a car.
Wobbling to her room, she tripped over her cat, Sniffles, and landed on her face. Sniffles, the orange and white devil she found under a bench 2 years ago, was ever the support animal. Like a sweetie, he promptly hissed at her then bat her face with his paw.
āMissed you too.ā She grumbled. As she turned over and took another swing of alcohol, her unfocused eyes drifted to a book under her bed. āSpells for the Lonely.ā Rude. So when the universe decided to gift her with free reading material, it came with a side of self reflection.
Groaning, Amar grabbed the book and sat up. In the table of contents she saw a spell called āBonding with aā¦ā the last word was scratched out. Bonding with a what? Whatever. She was a bit impaired due to the 6-dollar bottle of poison and a minor concussion.
āYou know what, I can bond with a āblankā.ā She grumbled. Itās not like magic was real anyway. Sheāll just pretend she summoned a new cat. One that didnāt smack her in the face all the time.
She gathered the material required. Salt, candles, snacks (that last one was her idea), and followed the instructions to the letter. She made a big circle out of salt and then surrounded it was candles. All she had was the Bath Body Works fall collection, but the room smelled divine.Then she placed a bar of chocolate (Butterfinger) in the middle of the circle.
āAlright Sniffles. Get ready to say hello to your replacement.ā
Sniffles hissed at her then curled up on Amarās bed.
Amar opened the Book for Losers, or whatever it was called, and turned to the summoning page. Then, after clearing her throat an embarrassing amount of times, she finally started reading. It was a language she didnāt understand. She stumbled over the words and likely mispronounced a lot of things, but for the most part she got through it.
āAnd nowā¦ arrive!ā She threw her arms in the air with a flourish and then added a little spin for the fun of it.
Nothing happened. Surprise surprise.
āLooks like Iām stuck with you.ā She mumbled at Sniffles who rolled on his belly and ignored her.
Suddenly her candles came to life. The fire whooshed in a roar, and smoke filled the room. Amar screamed and scrambled under her bed. Then when the smoke started to clear, she saw the shadow of a man. A man with horns.
Final Word
I am āghostingā friendly. If you disappear Iāll either assume something more pressing happened irl, or Iāll assume you simply discovered weāre not compatible and you didnāt know how to tell me. Either way, itās not going to cause me to take it personally. This does mean if you disappear for over a week with zero communication, I will consider myself ghosted and emotionally detach from the story weāre creating. So if you know youāll be taking long breaks or you need extra time, tell me and Iāll wait for you.
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