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’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 want to emphasize that I am not my characters, and their actions do not reflect my own personality or beliefs. I do not condone any of the events or behaviors depicted in our writings. If you are triggered by anything we write, it is encouraged that you leave the collaboration to avoid discomfort.
Please note that I am not looking for a personal relationship between us outside of writing. This is purely a fictional endeavor, and I would appreciate it if we keep our real experiences and personal lives separate.
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(s) are male and not set in stone. You can bring your twists and turns. Send me a DM if you’re interested.
I'm specifically looking for a villain character who appears uncaring and ruthless to the world but struggles with his deep humanity, which he rarely shows to anyone who manages 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 keen 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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These samples give you an idea of the dark and intense nature of our potential collaboration.
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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Background:
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…
M IS MID 30s
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Writing Sample
Kiss
// "You can hurt me, do whatever you like." [Sister - She Wants Revenge]
He tilts his head, starting to stalk very closely around her, his body brushing against her. "Are you sure you truly mean what you say?" He lifts an arm to brush into her bangs as he passes them, then takes some hair in between his fingers and pet her, not pulling as he goes around.
She eyed the blood dripping knife in his other hand...
His eyebrows raise as he lifts it up to examine, then stops on his next orbit around her. "A nice color, don't you think?~" He moves his head back to her, bringing the knife in between them.
At her silent glare of the blade, he moves it ever so closer. "I'd like to see it against your tongue.~"
She flicks her gaze away from the knife, tilting her chin down.
He takes a finger to lift it back. ***"That isn't a request.~"***
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He lifts his eyebrows and lifts his knife up to examine. "A nice color, don't you think?~" He moves his head back to her, stopping in his next orbit around her and bringing the knife in between them.
He quickly pulled her in by the nape of her neck and raised the blade to her lips. "I'd like to see it against your tongue.~"
Another threatening pull after a beat of silence, she barely reacts quick enough to escape the sharp blade slitting her lip, his incessant growl and pressure applied to the knife pushed her to open her mouth.
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She squeezes her eyes shut and quietly whines before opening her mouth.
"More."
She sticks her tongue out.
"Good."
She opens her eyes as he places the flat of the blade to her tongue...
Looking up at him, his mouth was slightly agape, his tongue moving slowly against his top teeth. She swallows and looks down at his hand.
He pulls the blade over her tongue, smearing blood, watching how her tongue twitched... the blade fogging at her exhale as she swallowed. He starts to flip the knife, settling on the sharp of the blade for a bit longer, sliding the blade down her tongue as he thought about slicing through... but continues to the other side, pushing the knife back up her tongue.
She whined, him slipping the blade off her tongue. The strong, disgusting taste of copper overwhelms her senses…
"Such beauty.~" He closes in on her.
She eyes his lips… makes a sound and moves backwards.
He pulls her back with a firm hand on the back of her neck, closing his lips.
She met her gaze to his sunglasses, starting to bring her tongue into her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut.
He continues to her mouth, his tongue creeping closer to hers, they touch. He exhales out into her mouth and licks her tongue… He hums.
Her eyebrows furrowed, she groaned into his mouth as she felt his tongue move across hers. She pulls her tongue into her mouth.
His grip on the back of her neck tightens as he pulls her into him, his tongue going into her mouth, his lips closing around hers.
She tries to push him away from her with a hand on his throat, the soft fuzz of his turtleneck… She moves her body away slightly.
He moves to pull her wrist away, pinning her arm to her side, pulling down on her wrist and tightening his grip around it. His tongue moves around hers, flicking. His arm wraps around her, pinning her arm to her back while also pulling her body flush against his.
She whines, hearing him growl at her attempt to stop him, her restrained hand trembles… along with the rest of her. She felt sick as to vomit, but she held her disgust in… as it would surely get her killed or worse.
[Feeling/Hearing] her gut churn, he smirks, knowing that was the effect he had on his prey.
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Thank you, Detective
”I thank you, Detective, for taking me up on this wonderful arrangement. Handing me the only neat Ace in your worn deck of cards.~”
M purrs, the hand on the nape of her neck squeezing tightly before moving her in front of him. His arm creeps across her shoulders, holding her against him.
”A pleasure meeting you, Detective… [Full Name Drop].” His head moving down beside hers… grin ever spreading across his lips at her scent… her body finally pressing against him.
The detective grits his teeth, reading her’s expression - practically calling for help, a rabbit in the claws of a wolf - as he turns around and walks off without a word.
”Come along, my fragile little thing.~” He turns heel, arm still to her throat as he drags her, backwards, into the darkness…
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// wakes up from nap er something
”You disappoint me, lamb. You’re not trying very hard to get out of here. I expected you to give more a daring chase less the sedentary approach.”
Her eyes flicker around the room before focusing on him, then the door. "You're in between me and the way out."
"Always the analyst.~" He singsonged, getting up off his ass and steps to the side of the large bed she sat up in, hugging the wall.
She followed him with her eyes halfway, then cast them down, scooting a tad. "... I know I can't outrun you."
"You could always give it a try." His voice a bit less than it was.
"You didn't bind me to anything? If I was awa-"
As she moves up to eye him again, he's caught mid lunge with a knife, swiping at her face.
She managed to fall back from the blade and roll over off the bed before scuttering off. Down the hall and out to the kitchen.
"You're more slippery than I presumed, little fawn.~" He chuckles, moving out of the room as well.
"Alright, so you've put up precautions, then!" As she ran to the door, which she presumed the outside, she felt her face heat where his blade had almost sliced into her… or where it had. A shallow sting reached her brain now that she was away from it… "Shit." She went for the door, turned the knob-
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Cont. of Thank you, Detective
He had her. He couldn't wait any longer...
He inhales her scent and shakily exhales beside her ear, his composure beginning to come undone. He unwraps the arm from around her chest and replaces it with a firm hand gripping her jaw, pulling her head back.
"I've waited long enough, don't you think? I deserve a taste of you now, sweet thing.~" He growls. "Be a good little lamb for your slaughterer."
His mouth ghosts over her neck, his stubble prickling her skin as he moves to lick and nip at her, picking a sweet spot at her whining and biting. Hard.
She fights, trying to get away.
He grimaced, retracting from her and pulling a knife, settling it in her view.
She flinched back, her head against his shoulder as he held the blade parallel to her eyes, inches, no, mere millimeters away.
"Be a good lamb." He growls. "I'm not hesitant to use this blade on my new canvas."
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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. :>