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๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ฌ.
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status: open
time zone: EST
post length: multi-paragraph, 400~2k+ (i have a habit of mirroring my partners' posts)
currently seeking: bitter dripping & and the moon will sing
โฐ๏ธ brainstorm/ooc chatter friendly
โฐ๏ธ ghost friendly
โฐ๏ธ story driven
โฐ๏ธ 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.
โฐ๏ธ i only write as and against characters that are 21+. this is non-negotiable
โฐ๏ธ drawn image/anime face claims preferred (i'm still working up to being more comfortable using irl face claims)
โฐ๏ธ 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.
โฐ๏ธ PLEASE DO NOT POST IN THIS THREAD. if you're interested, message me! -
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
position filled!
[ modern | dark romance | psychological horror ]
WARNING: will contain non-sexualized gore, non-sexualized cannibalism, murder, graphic violence -
muse a is married to the perfect man. quiet. protective. gentle with her, in a way she hadn't experienced before. muse b never lost his temper around her, never raised his voice. he was always so perfectly in control of himself that it was almost eerieโ 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 doesnโt 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.
muse b 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 ****
seeking toxic boyfriend muse b
[ 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. muse a swears she's done letting him wreck her; muse b 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? -
nettles
seeking persistent but tender muse b
[ modern | southern gothic | angst | romance ] -
muse a already buried the love of her life. everyone told her she would eventually heal, move on, find peace. she didn't. all she has left are the remnants: a house too big for one person, clothes that still smell faintly like him, photographs on the mantle now faded by the sun.
in her eyes, she buried herself with him.
she carries her grief like a second skin. the world feels muted, too quiet without his laughter, unbearable without his arms around her. nights are the worst: the sheets cold, the house too still, her body aching with his absence. she survives, but she does not live. some nights she dreams of him, and it feels so real she wakes up with his name on her lips. other nights, she drinks herself numb just to avoid the silence. the people around her whisper that sheโs wasting away, but they donโt understandโ how do you keep living when the best part of you is already buried?
then muse b arrives. maybe heโs a stranger passing through. maybe an old friend with old feelings. maybe something else entirely. but he looks at her like sheโs still hereโ like she hasnโt already rotted from the inside out. and for the first time in years, she feels her chest tighten with something dangerously close to hope. but grief is a cage, and love can be a knife.
maybe heโll be the one to pull her back into the world. maybe sheโll drag him into the grave with her. or maybe theyโll hover in the in-between forever, bound together by longing and lossโ close enough to touch, but never enough to heal. -
jusqu'ร la mort
seeking house-bound spirit muse b
[ dark romance | supernatural | horror ] -
a forgotten relative dies, and with their death comes muse a's inheritance: an estate far too large for one person and far too quiet. the house is beautiful, but suffocating despite its sizeโ 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. muse b doesn't want to scare her awayโ 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 muse a moans the ghost's name in a dream...she realizes he had never told her what it was. -
sun bleached flies
seeking damaged bad boy vagrant muse b
[ southern gothic | modern | romance (potential for dark romance) ] -
muse a 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 muse bโ a drifter with a guitar, an old car, and scars he won't explainโ 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 country backroads; sleeping in abandoned farmhouses and cheap motels and dreaming of a future by the ocean. but muse b carries darker secrets than muse a could have ever imaginedโ a past filled with crime, addiction, and debts he can't repay. as he begins to spiral, muse a'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? -
and the moon will sing *****
seeking wavering faith witch hunter muse a
[ medieval low fantasy | dark fantasy | enemies to lovers | dark romance | forbidden love ] -
he was raised to believe all witches were monsters. his entire adult life, muse a has hunted themโ burned down their homes, hung them from trees, drowned them in rivers without hesitation. faith made him ruthless.
but when his band of hunters razed an entire commune to the ground, he did something he'd never done before. he left one alive.
she should have been nothing more than another corpse in the fire. instead, muse b became his prisoner, dragged through the snowy forest in chains with the promise that he'd deliver her to the inquisition. yet when a sudden blizzard cuts off the mountain pass, they're forced to take shelter together in an abandoned cottage, snow piling higher by the hour.
trapped in close quarters with dwindling firewood and nowhere to run, survival demands proximity; sharing warmth in the same bed, listening to her whispered prayers that don't sound like curses, watching her hands tremble when she reaches for the fire to warm them instead of weaving a spell. their hatred for one another begins to tangle into something far more dangerous. her defiance tests the cracks already forming in his faith. his watchful silence gnaws at her certainty of what kind of man he is.
what was supposed to be a simple act of duty becomes something so far-fetched neither of them expected it: he begins to see her as human. and she, to her horror, begins to see him as more than her captor.
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โธธ arranged marriage
โธธ toxic relationships
โธธ office romance (boss x employee, employee x employee)
โธธ M x M x F
โธธ horror
โธธ post-apocalyptic settings
โธธ VAMPIRES (vampire x human, vampire x vampire hunter, vampire x werewolf, vampires from rivaling clans...i just love those little fanged freaks)
โธธ witch x witch hunter
โธธ lima syndrome x stockholm syndrome
โธธ club patron x stripper
โธธ knight x princess
โธธ pirate x mermaid
โธธ raider leader x survivor
โธธ more coming
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