Hello. I’m AJ. :> I’m a female, 20 , semi-lit, EST time zoner looking for an aspiring writing partner who loves writing, not just for self indulgence, but for the actual writing of it, the anticipation of seeing what happens next.

I write in 3rd Person ONLY.

I’d expect you to also be above 18 (no exceptions, sorry) I have some plots planned out, so I’ll go into detail when you DM.

I’ll send the Discord invite, so don’t worry about making a server. Rules and other info will be shared at this time, as well.

I’ll expect you to respect me and my rules or other comments I make as we write or begin to speak to one another.

I am non negotiable when it comes to what I will not write, so check that you understand what I will and will not respond to.

POSSIBLE CONTENT TAGS - ||HURT/NO COMFORT, LITTLE COMFORT, HURT/COMFORT, SADOMASOCHISM, BLOOD, GORE, ADULT THEMES, TORTURE, KIDNAPPING, UNWANTED ATTENTION, GORE GIFTS, BLOOD LUST, UNWANTED AFFECTION, CORRUPTION, OBSESSIVENESS, POSSESSIVENESS, MANIPULATION, GOD COMPLEX, PREDATOR/PREY, DEAD ANIMALS||

IMPORTANT

I’m NOT my characters. Nothing my character does is in reflection to my own actions or personality and vice versa.I do not condone anything in these writings.

If you are triggered by anything either of us write, you are encouraged to leave. I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable.

I AM NOT MY CHARACTER- MEANING I DON’T WANT ANYTHING COMING TOWARDS ME. AS IN NO SCENE WE DO AS OUR CHARACTERS SHOULD BE REFLECTED IN OUR OUT OF CHARACTER CHAT. ALSO KEEP REAL EXPERIENCES AND YOUR LIFE ENDEAVORS TO YOURSELF. THIS IS PURELY FICTION. NO STRINGS ATTACHED.

On a similar note, I'm not looking for a relationship between us as people.

So, I have a lot of plot ideas and outlines for our writing endeavor.

I also have fully fleshed out plot ideas/character studies (many, many documents) for this as well. Also, a LOT of prior reading material that may/may not coincide with our rp.

Your character is a male. There are set characters you can choose from, which I will go into while we chat. Send me a DM if you’re interested.

He is not set in stone however, you can bring your twists and turns.

I’m looking for a villain… I want him to be uncaring and ruthless outside of everyone else’s vision… but he has a deep humanity to him that he’s battling… one that he rarely shows to anyone who has a consistency to stay alive.

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Here’s a little Plot Synopsis:

An… ‘artist’, if you will, and the woman he met a few years ago find their way back to one another. With the female with a memory of the shady man and the male perhaps spreading clues for only her…

A serial killer often stalks their next prey… however, he announces his presence, sending gift after gift, note after note, body after body to haunt this woman he let go… This mere girl that heard him in that alleyway, who saw a murder before her young eyes long ago.

He thinks they’re meant to be together… that all those years ago, and him letting her go, was a sign from some higher entity.

Lyra donates her time to Thomas, the Detective of the New York Police Department’s 84th Precinct, to catch this uncatchable man who sends his love in the most gruesome of ways…

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A starter I’ve written:

A dream, eaten by the night prior… This was a normal occurrence. Forgetting dreams.Lyra groans, moving onto her side, sinking into the silk sheets…

Silk…

Eyebrows furrowed, her hand slid across the bedsheet. Her eyes shoot open. She throws off the unfamiliar covers, yanks her legs out from under them, and scoots up against the cold headboard.

The sound of it hitting the wall makes her jolt and look back, now alert to her surroundings, her body… the pajamas she had put on before going to sleep.

Now, it hits her. Unfamiliar red canopy, and looking down, matching burgundy red sheets, a color she associated with-

M. This is him.

She catches a glint of dim reflected light from the corner of her vision and flicks her gaze to his… the voids of eyes that had become engraved into her mind for more than a decade… What that girl had rationalized as black holes - sunglasses…

The man of shadow was here, sitting, awaiting her arrival back into consciousness, peacoat blending with the dark of the room…

\“Hello, my dear little fawn.”**\**

His movement continued as Lyra glared at him, and he did the same.

“…” She had stopped breathing, pressed back into the headboard, flush to the wall as he moved to stand. “M.” She muttered, then took a sharp, shaken breath, trying to stop her whole body from shaking.

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// Lyra wakes up in ‘M’ ’s red canopy bed, prepared for her - A house, questionable origins, prepared for her... A phone call not going through, Thomas hunts. A note is left for him, if he can find it, in her apartment…

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A Previous Starter:

An alleyway, she hears something with her keen ears… stepping into a door and down a creaky, metal staircase, finding where the sounds were coming from…

What she saw that day… would haunt her…

A man, a dark encompassed shadow of black cloth and leather, hovering over something, a small table of tools at his side. What he was towering over? She couldn’t see past…

A FEW YEARS LATER…

SHE’S MID 20s

M IS MID 30s

Lyra jolts awake from feedback as another notice comes in from the police scanner, her groggy self slapping a hand down on it like an alarm clock. She groans…

“Oh.” She rubs her eyes of sleep and sits up from her couch. “I need more tea.” Grabbing her limited-edition mug that she mistakenly opened and used a few years prior, she walks over to the counter a short way from her position…

A buzz from her phone, Lyra pivots and grabs it…

Another message, only for her to decipher:

Now we return a murder,

too many too were sacrificial lamb,

we come to begin again.

~M

She mumbles. Return to where we began…

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\**Return to where we began…**\**

She takes a sip of her tea and thinks to herself… Should she still be going along with this? She already contacted the police a couple years ago about a warning message from him… And it happened because she didn’t respond to his earlier message…

She eyes the knife beside her computer…

She closes her eyes and sighs, picking it up while closing her laptop.

// It was obviously a message for her and ONLY her… No police, no PI involvement… Just. Her.

Closing and locking her apartment, she goes to drive back to where it began…

…

She parks in a lot a short way from the building and locks the car.

What am I doing? She questions, shaking her head and continuing to the alleyway. She moves the knife, which was one of his many ‘gifts’, from her side pocket to her back pocket… She had been fidgeting with it since she had gotten out of the car…

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So, if you’re interested in writing, please send a Reddit DM/Message. I will ignore low effort instigations.

Thanks for reading. :>