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looking for…
  • Be a friendly, creative individual.
  • Be willing to participate in story-crafting, whether creating civilians to inhabit our world or devising scenes to progress the story. This step does not end after the launching of our story. It is a continual effort that requires constant back and forth.
  • Be willing to wait for post responses. Replies may take between a week to two weeks.
  • Write female characters with a backbone. I like girls with spunk and grit, girls who are willing to get their hands dirty in pursuit of their goals or to protect their family. But I also like when those girls show their softer side after they’ve earned it or are forced into compliance.
  • Possess the capacity to write longer posts (400+). Shorter posts are fine, especially if we are in the midst of some exciting back-and-forth. However, one-liners are unwelcome—preference toward the third person, past tense.
 
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current historical fiction cravings...
Be warned. I do not consider myself a history expert. Mistakes will happen. I do my best to research, but sometimes, shit gets confusing, especially the small details. If you seek perfection, I am not the right partner for you.
  • The Deveraux Brothers
    • The Eldest & Heir - MC grapples with the recent death of his wife during childbirth. His young daughter is now his sole focus, but his duties as a nobleman weigh heavily on him. Enter YC, a spirited governess with a reputation for being unwilling to hold her tongue. Tasked with caring for MC's daughter, YC finds herself drawn to the grieving lord.
    • The Middle Child & Forgotten One - Returning from his travels to exotic lands, MC finds himself an outsider in his own home. His recent illness has left him weakened and feeling isolated. YC is assigned to protect him from those who would exploit his vulnerability.
    • The Youngest & Spoiled Rotten - MC is accustomed to getting what he wants. As a young noble, he's known for his charm and recklessness. However, his life takes a turn when he meets YC, a woman who challenges his every move. YC has her own reasons for resisting MC's advances, including a dark secret about her past. When a series of robberies puts noblemen on guard, and an innocent is arrested for the crimes, MC and YC must put aside their differences and work together to determine who is behind it.
    • The Cousin & Orphan
  • Unplanned Union, Inspired by Netflix's The Empress
    • Intended to marry the family's demure and proper sister, MC finds himself irresistibly drawn to the wild and spirited younger sister, YC. MC struggles with the societal expectations placed upon him and the uncontrollable desire he feels for YC, who refuses to conform. Their marriage is one of convenience and scandal, but as they navigate the treacherous waters of the royal court, they discover that their bond may be the only thing capable of saving them from their enemies.
  • Chosen, Inspired by Handmaid's Tale
    • YC is chosen to become a "Handmaiden" for the royal family. Her role is to bear children for the barren queen.
    • YC is chosen to become a "Handmaiden" for the military commander as a reward for their exemplary service in the war.
"Yes, "Fabian readily agreed. "The women of this household are rare exceptions to the norm, possessing beauty and intelligence in equal measure."

Although the compliment was true of both women, the way he stared at her conveyed how the words were meant for her. He exercised caution as the compliment could easily be mistaken for flirtation if he made his admiration of her too plain with prying ears beside them.

Fabian's gaze slid to the rightly so protective butler when the older man hesitated rather than moved to comply with his request. The smile on his lips remained in place as he expected some resistance to his unplanned presence from the staff. The Countess wasn't Mina's only barrier.

His mind moved at a rapid pace as he quickly considered how best to put the man's nerves at ease. Doing so wasn't the easiest task since Fabian was no saint, unblemished and pure. No, scandals were still levied at him daily by the town's scandal sheet. The townfolk and its visiting nobles possessed a long memory, too, as they still spoke of his misdeeds, ones indulged far less than he preferred these nights.

But, thank fuck, Mina intervened and ushered the butler off with a captivating smile.

Fabian waited until the butler vanished around the corner of a hallway before he returned his dark green eyes to the true reason for him standing in the foyer. Mina's facade fell away an instant later. Her smile became less prominent as she regarded him closely, as if he was a puzzle to solve. Yet, despite noticing the look, he remained relaxed underneath her scrutiny. He smirked and took a step closer when Mina wisely pointed out his late-night visit was unnecessary.

"Letters fall into the wrong hands often. Delivering it here would minimize the chances of that occurring," he refuted, loving the exchange and how it almost felt like a battle of swords except with words. "Also, while your dear Aunt was quite vivid in her detail of your despondent state." Obvious teasing filled his voice at those particular words since Mina certainly didn't look the part of a heartbroken maid. "I wasn't satisfied with her account. I needed to see you myself."

Fabian bent low enough for his mouth to linger near her ear. As he spoke, his warm breath brushed over her skin. "Little huntress, are you displeased at my audacity?" He shifted his face ever so slightly to ghost his mouth against her earlobe. Does my presence offend or maybe even anger you?" Pulling back, he stared down at her, not bothering to conceal the building heat in his gaze. Are you going to punish me for my transgressions or run?"
 
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current historical fantasy fiction cravings…
  • Vampires
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  • Werewolves
  • Faeries (Seelie/Unseelie)
    • The Forest Spirit, Inspired by Slewfoot - Recently widowed YC encounters a forest spirit who has awakened after centuries of slumber. This spirit, MC, a forgotten Unseelie prince, has lost his memory but possesses great power. YC is wary of the spirit's otherworldly presence, but they form a tenuous alliance. Together, they must uncover the secrets of his past and the curse that binds him to the forest, all while YC battles the growing attraction she feels towards him.
  • Oh My!
    • Mythological Retellings
      • Zeus
      • Ares
      • Hades
      • Dionysus
        • MC is exiled from Olympus due to his reckless behavior. He meets YC, a mortal healer who despises the chaos he brings. However, when a plague ravages her village, YC reluctantly turns to Dionysus for help, hoping his divine powers can save her people. As they work together, YC discovers there is more to Dionysus than his hedonistic facade.
      • Apollo
    • Fairy Tale Retellings
      • Beauty and the Beast
        • YC, a skilled tracker and hunter, is hired to find a missing noblewoman who vanished into a haunted forest. MC, a reclusive and enigmatic lord with a dark reputation, lives in the forest's heart. As YC ventures deeper into the woods, she encounters magical creatures and uncovers a hidden curse affecting the land. MC, burdened by his own secrets, becomes an unlikely ally.
      • Cinderella
        • YC, a maid in a grand palace, stumbles upon a magical mask that allows her to attend an extravagant ball in disguise. At the ball, she captivates MC, a prince seeking to escape the pressures of his royal duties. Intrigued by her intelligence and grace, he sets out to discover her true identity. YC, fearing the revelation of her lowly status, must navigate the complexities of court intrigue while hiding her true self. As they encounter one another daily, their connection deepens, and they must decide if love can truly transcend social boundaries

        You will pay with your blood for your defiance.

        His father's final words resonated faintly within his mind as he stared dazedly up into the remorseless gaze of the Doctore charged with "cleansing" the obstinacy from his bones. Already, his frail, mortal flesh had yielded to the continuous and searing burn of the lash, parting to anoint the dirt with his divine blood. Though he ached worse than he had in near centuries, he would not utter the words necessary to free himself from his hellish torment.

        Ares did not beg.

        Instead, he spat on the ground and fixed his remaining eye, as the other was swollen close, upon the bulky man and demanded another take his place. The fallen god goaded the mortal into near madness with his harsh taunts and indifferent laughter, comparing the man's supposed strength to a child. He pulled against his constraints, causing the ceiling to creak with effort to contain him, and sought to punish those who thought themselves capable of rendering him acquiescent to their whims.

        Of no doubt, he probably would have been killed, accidentally of course, if not for his prowess in battle being witnessed by the owners of the aspiring and struggling ludus. In him, the Lanista saw his opportunity to rise from the masses into prominence and the promise of coin within the empire of Rome. Additionally, there was an unlimited pleasure to be had in possessing power over one who had once thought themselves one of your betters.

        That healthy dosage of disdain was served for the human, not the arrogance frequently displayed by the god.

        Ares had neither the time nor desire to learn of the man's waiting secrets, the one whose life had stolen without guilt, but he immediately understood there was bad blood between the owner of the paltry establishment and him. By him, he meant Cato. He had been called the man's name enough in the past few days that he did not forget to respond when addressed by it.

        Eventually, the Doctore left him to rot in his own urine, sweat, and feces, abandoning him to contemplate his disobedience in the silence of night. Rather than sleep, as his body demanded, Ares spent much of his night tugging against his restraints. A frustrated scream finally ripped from his mouth when his natural-born abilities remained noticeably absent.

        Somewhere in the midst of his sleep-deprived delirium, he could hear soft laughter upon the winds and understood his punishment was not lost to his brethren. At some point, Hypnos took pity and forced sleep upon his unprotected mind, an action he would not have dare attempted any other time for fear of retribution.

        Cold water stole him from his nightmares no more than three hours later. His eyes were sunken into his face but still sparked with defiance. This time, the Doctore had not come alone. Three gladiators stood beside him before they moved aside to permit the Lanista entrance to stand a few feet away from Cato. Apparently, he still feared the man even though he had him bound, beaten, and restrained.

        "Look at me," he commanded sharply with a finger snap.

        "Fuck off," Cato said dismissively as he started to close his eyes again, bored already of the man's unexpected presence in his prison cell. Yes, he was adopting the name rather than resisting it.

        A harsh grip took hold of his jaw, powerful fingers pressing against his skin. When he still resisted, refusing to open his eyes, a hard punch to the side of his head forced compliance.

        "Thank you, Hadrianus." The Lanista said to the gladiator who had intervened to ensure proper respect was provided. The thin man turned his attention back to Cato, clearly undisturbed by the closeness of violence to him. "Do you know who I am? Do you remember me, son of Ovidius?"

        "Should I?" Cato asked genuinely as he took the time to search his memory, the mortals. Nothing came to mind. If he had met the man before, he had not much importance within it.

        The Lanista released a laugh, though there was no mirth in the sound.

        "You are right. There is no point in taking the pains to refresh your memory. In your pathetic state, you will not last the day. Avitus, prepare him."

        He offered no fight as they took him down and stripped him of the loincloth that covered him. Rough hands scrubbed him clean, heedless of the wounds which protested it. He passed out somewhere in the midst of it and woke up to find himself in another cell. This one was much cleaner than the first. Outside, he could hear the cheers, the meeting of swords, and the final cries of those who failed to parry a blow. Regardless of the circumstances, the sound excited him, and he could feel the bloodlust rising within him. It was the difference between him and that bitch Athena. She took no pleasure in it, watching the battle with cold detachment. Ares wanted, no, needed to be in the thick of it. He had no desire to move pieces upon a map.

        His cell was actually an open one where he could see his surroundings, including the ones nearest to him. Apparently, he was not the only noncompliant one. It did surprise him to find a woman in the cell nearest to him.

        "Hey," he called to grab her attention from where he sat on the floor with only a black garb to conceal his cock from view. "Hey, you. Yea, you, Brown Eyes. Show a sentenced man your tits. Might be the last pleasant sight I have before I greet that sulking bastard." A lopsided grin formed at his mouth as he imagined her response would not be as acquiescent considering her hardened demeanor.

        "Lord of the seas!" Athena's powerful voice boomed across the vast and restless seas, easily heard over the oncoming storm and drizzle of rain, as she broached closer to the waves lapping at the sandy shoreline. Each powerful thud of her greaved covered feet shook the ground, much like how her father pounded thunder mercilessly across the defenseless skies in his fits of rage.

        Nothing but silence answered and mocked the young goddess as her uncle intentionally ignored her most petulant of cries. It was blatant from the fury emanating from her dark jade eyes that she, the favored child of the heavens, was unaccustomed to such defiance from mortal, man, and god alike. However, the tactician did not dare submerge herself into his domain in search of him. Where vengeance fueled her demands, she did not fall into the trappings of the dangerous and rarely experienced emotion.

        He, above all, was not to be trusted. Athena understood exactly how underhanded and conniving her uncle could become at a moment's notice. His betrayal and treachery against her father and other members of Olympus was well known.

        "You have nothing to fear of the water." His voice came from some unknown location, sounding as if he surrounded her rather than remained cloaked and concealed somewhere within the ocean's watery depths before her.

        Athena scoffed and pushed a damp strand of her ebony hair behind an ear. The usual helm, adorned with fine horse hairs down its center, was noticeably absent from her head, a telling sign of how quickly she'd come to him after her discovery. Rather than waste either of their time with false niceties, she revealed the root of why she bothered to leave the sanctuary of her vast and frequently explored libraries to seek out his audience.

        "You have taken another wife?" Disdain was evident upon her tongue as she held no interest in pleasures to be found in the flesh. Even as she spoke the question, it was obvious from the clenching of her fists at her sides that she already knew the answer.

        He laughed, the sound low and rumbling, at her discomfort with the subject. "Do my involvements inspire the fire of jealousy into your frigid body, niece of mine?"

        It was then that he started the slow ascent from the shimmering blue waves to become exposed to the rain beating down upon the ocean's surface. Detached and aloof eyes were immediately pinned upon her infuriated face as droplets of water and rain cascaded down his toned chest. His body was only clothed by the dampened chiton that clung to his flesh, hiding nothing from her virginal eyes.

        "Do not make the mistake of those before you by mocking me," Athena said through closely gritted teeth, eyes flashing with warning. "I charge you with thievery. You have stolen something once precious, now ruined, from my temples. I seek retribution, and I swear my father's name that I will have it."
 
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current fandom cravings…
Be warned. I do not consider writing canon characters a personal strength. I prefer originals. However, one does not get better without practice, so this is my attempt to step into unfamiliar waters rather than be content with the familiar. I'll eventually write actual plots for these pairings.
  • Game of Thrones
    • Maegor x one of his wives | Maegor's reign is ripe for drama and often unwilling marriages. Of all his wives, I am most interested in exploring his relationship with Ceryse Hightower, Alys Harroway, Tyanna, and Rhaena (one of the black brides).
    • helaena x aemond
  • Potterverse
    • Hermione x Tom Riddle | Will take place in the past through accidental time-turner madness.
    • Hermione x Draco | In one of their fights during the Second Wizarding War, Hermione and Draco are flung back in time.
  • Inuyasha
    • Sess x Kagome
      • Years after the final battle against Naraku, Kagome has settled into life as a healer in the feudal era, using her spiritual powers to help both humans and yokai. Sesshomaru, now the undisputed Lord of the Western Lands, faces a new threat: a powerful yokai warlord seeking to usurp his territory. To protect his lands and consolidate power, Sesshomaru seeks Kagome's aid, knowing her unique abilities could turn the tide. Despite their past animosities, Kagome agrees to help, and as they work together, they find themselves drawn to one another in ways they never expected.
      • Kagome is a successful cultural liaison in a present-day world where yokai and humans coexist openly, helping integrate yokai traditions with modern human society. Sesshomaru, now a prominent leader among the yokai, enlists her help navigating the current complex politics and prejudices. Their professional relationship is strained by their conflicting views and past grudges, but as they face threats from radical anti-yokai groups, they must learn to trust each other. Their growing closeness becomes impossible to ignore, and Kagome struggles to resist the pull of her feelings for Sesshomaru.
      • Kagome has established a clinic that caters to both humans and yokai, using her spiritual powers to heal and mediate disputes. Dealing with a mysterious ailment affecting his people, Sesshomaru turns to Kagome for help. Their professional collaboration is intense and challenging, with Kagome pushing against Sesshomaru's aloof demeanor. As they work together to find a cure, they uncover a deeper conspiracy threatening both Yokai and human communities. Their partnership evolves into a deep emotional connection, forcing them to confront their feelings and the future of their worlds.
    • Kushielverse
      • YC, an adept of the Night Court, is known for her skills in espionage and seduction. She is sent on a mission to infiltrate the palace of a rival nation suspected of plotting war. However, her plans are uncovered, and she is captured by MC, a nobleman in the rival nation's court. As YC is held captive, MC is tasked with extracting information from her.
    • Other TVs/ Movies/Etc. that I might enjoy writing in or creating a similar plot
      • Bridgerton (historical drama), Blood of Zeus (greek mythology), Dune (sci-fi action/romance drama), My Happy Marriage (love against the odds), Little Women (the new one), Black Sails (yar pirates), Spartacus, North & South (2004), Godless (adore westerns), Penny Dreadful, Gilded Age, Forsyte Saga, The king, outlaw king, dracula untold, etc.
 
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