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status: open
time zone: EST
post length: multi-paragraph, 400~2k+ (i have a habit of mirroring my partners' posts)
current cravings: sadist lament & bitter dripping
β°οΈ brainstorm/ooc chatter friendly
β°οΈ ghost friendly
β°οΈ story driven
β°οΈ quality over quantity as always, but please give me something i can work withi won't confine myself to a smut:plot ratio because it can change depending on the story, but smut can get very boring very quickly if there's nothing else going on.
β°οΈ i only write as and against characters that are 21+. this is non-negotiable
β°οΈ drawn image/anime face claims preferred (i'm still working up to being more comfortable using irl face claims)
β°οΈ this is a no creep zone. i have very little tolerance for creepy behavior. if you write to get your rocks off, please keep it to yourself.
β°οΈ don't be afraid to shoot me a message! have fun and happy writing! -
please note: i am not saying we need to include absolutely all of these in whatever story we begin together (yes, even the cravings). they're just here so you can have an idea of what i enjoy, what i'm willing to try, and what i dislike. i'm always open to discussing kinks i haven't listed, as well.
- love it, crave it, might die without it
- down for it
- maybe, let's talk about it first
- absolutely not
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sadist lament ****
[ modern | dark romance | psychological horror ]
WARNING: will contain non-sexualized gore, non-sexualized cannibalism, murder, graphic violence (note: this is NOT a snuff plot) -
MC is married to the perfect man. quiet. protective. gentle with her, in a way she hadn't experienced before. YC never lost his temper around her, never raised his voice. he was always so perfectly in control of himself that it was almost eerieβ like he was trying to cage something inside. but he loves her, doesn't he? he always has. he rebuilt his entire life around her after he proposed; domesticity became his new religion.
what she doesnβt know is that her husband was a killer. a compulsive one. a man addicted not just to the act of killing, but to the experience: the hunt, the control, the taste of fear. the sick thrill of watching the light leave someone's eyes was better than any drug. he used to be sick in ways no one ever saw (besides his victims, of course). he thought he'd buried that hunger for good after meeting her, but ever since they married, it's been rising again. mutating.
YC never wanted to hurt her. he still doesn't.
but now, whenever she's asleep beside him, he's starting to think about what her flesh would taste like.
what her heart would feel like between his teeth.what it means to love something so much, you'd consume it just to keep it close.to protect her from the thing he's becoming, he starts killing again. women who remind him of her. men who looked at her too long. anyone who posed as a threat, whether it was real or imagined. each one is a blood tithe to the monster inside of him, a temporary fix to keep his darkness from turning toward her. but it's getting harder to resist. starting to forget the difference between hunger and affection. and no matter how many others he feeds to the dark thing festering inside of him, the craving always comes back to her.
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bitter dripping ****
[ modern | drama | toxic relationship | romance ] -
they've always known how to find their way back to each other, even when they shouldn't. years of slammed doors, broken promises, late-night phone calls and memories have them trapped in a cycle that neither of them can seem to escape. MC swears she's done letting him wreck her; YC swears he's done letting her twist the knife. Both know they're lying to themselves the moment their eyes meet. what they share is not gentle- it burns like hellfire. Arguments erupt like volcanoes, words sharpened to cut deep, and both know exactly where to strike to leave scars. Neither is innocent; they both feed the flames, push and pull, sabotage and seduce until they're left breathless in the wreckage. Every breakup leaves them hollow. Every reunion sparks with an intensity that makes them forget the damage, even if it only lasts for a week.
they're addicted to the way it hurts.
but beneath the venom lies something tender. the quiet nights spent clinging to one another after the weight of the world has crushed them. the softness that seeps through the cracks when they're too exhausted to fight. a part of them wonders- if this isn't love, why does it feel like the only thing that's real? -
simulacrum
[ modern | supernatural | horror | dark romance ] -
MC thought she was imagining it at first. a flicker in the mirror. a shape in the corner of her eye. a figure that looks exactly like the man she loves. but something isn't right; it smiles too sharply. speaks too softly. touches too boldly. and it knows everything- her habits, her weaknesses, secret desires that she's never had the courage to say out loud. at first, it only haunted the edges of her life: smirking in her bedroom mirror when no one else was there, touching her in a dream so vivid she woke up breathless, whispering things her real boyfriend never would...things that not even she knew she desperately wanted to hear.
then, it steps into her waking life. and it wants her. she doesn't know when the lines began to blur. whether the kisses she stole were from her lover...or something far darker. whether the hands on her body were familiar or forged from something monstrous. and the worst part? the doppelgΓ€nger makes her feel better than her actual boyfriend ever did. -
jusqu'Γ la mort
[ dark romance | supernatural | horror ] -
a forgotten relative dies, and with their death comes MC's inheritance: an estate far too large for one person and far too quiet. the house is beautiful, but suffocating despite its sizeβ heavy curtains, locked rooms, antique mirrors and portraits that seem to watch every move she makes. the townsfolk whisper that no one ever lasts for long inside.
at first, it's subtle. a breath at the back of her neck, sheets stirred in the night, perfume that isn't hers. but soon, her dreams blur into waking life. cold hands pin her down in bed, teeth graze her throat, whispers curl against her ear in a voice she's never heard but can't seem to resist. when she wakes, bruises and bitemarks litter her skin. sometimes she doesn't even wake up in her own bed. YC doesn't want to scare her awayβ he wants to keep her. he feeds on both her fear and desire, binding her to the house as he becomes more possessive, more intimate. the more she resists, the stronger her grows. doors lock on their own. lights flicker out, leaving her in complete darkness. mirrors reflect things they never did. she swears she's going absolutely mad.
and then one night, when MC moans the ghost's name in a dream...she realizes he had never told her what it was. -
sun bleached flies
[ southern gothic | modern | romance (potential for dark romance) ] -
MC grew up in a crumbling southern town, the daughter of a fire-and-brimstone preacher and a mother who vanished when she was young. her days are filled with sermons, hymns, and hopes that there's more to life than just this; meanwhile, her nights are haunted by dreams of blood, water, and fields burning under a red sun. when she meets YCβ a drifter with a guitar, an old car, and scars he won't explainβ one day while running errands for her father, their lives intertwine under the guise of salvation.
to her, he's a way out; to him, she's the only pure thing left in this cruel, unforgiving world. together they flee her father's wrath and the suffocating church down forgotten backroads; sleeping in abandoned farmhouses and cheap motels and dreaming of a future by the ocean. but YC carries darker secrets than MC could have ever imaginedβ a past filled with crime, addiction, and debts he can't repay. as he begins to spiral, MC's illusions start to crack. is love enough to save him, will his demons destroy them, or will they simply keep running until the road runs out? -
place in the sun
[ modern | reincarnation | tragic past | romance | low fantasy if you squint hard enough ] -
centuries ago, a forbidden love between a powerful dragon and a sorceress defied the will of a cruel, ancient council. their punishment? a curse forcing them to reincarnate as humans after being executed, separated by time and memory, doomed to seek each other out across lifetimes.
in the present day, YCβ a man with the soul of the dragonβ remembers everything. driven by unyielding passion, he has spent every lifetime searching for the sorceress who once held his heart. but she, now living as an ordinary woman, has no memory of him, their tragic past, or the love they once shared. after their paths cross, fragments of her forgotten life begin to awaken; manifesting in haunting dreams, glimpses of blood-soaked battles, and a strange sense of longing she cannot explain. as she begins to put the pieces together after their meeting, the ancient council's shadow looms closer, threatening to destroy them again before she can uncover the truth.
will they defy fate, break the curse, and reignite their love that transcends time, or are they destined to be torn apart once more?
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sadist lament ****
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βΈΈ arranged marriage
βΈΈ toxic relationships
βΈΈ office romance (boss x employee, employee x employee)
βΈΈ M x M x F
βΈΈ horror
βΈΈ post-apocalyptic settings
βΈΈ VAMPIRES (vampire x human, vampire x vampire hunter, vampire x werewolf, vampires from rivaling clans...i just love those little fanged freaks)
βΈΈ witch x witch hunter
βΈΈ lima syndrome x stockholm syndrome
βΈΈ club patron x stripper
βΈΈ knight x princess
βΈΈ pirate x mermaid
βΈΈ raider leader x survivor
βΈΈ more coming