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I took a long break from writing and for the past few days, I've felt the itch to write again and I'm willing to write almost anything. I love fantasy! So if Acotar, Zodiac Academy or Fourth Wing are your jam, please hit me up. I'm in my 30's, so will be looking for people around the same age. Sorry.
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As far as plots go, I prefer to brain storm with my partners and bounce back and forward to keep things interesting. But will leave the link for my characters below.
If you like the look of one and would like to know more about them, please feel free to Dm me.
I write around two to three paragraphs, but can write more with the write person. Details matters.
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Things I enjoy:
Stockholm syndrome*
Enemy to lover***
Switch*
Tension**
Dark stories***
Power-play**
Betrayal**
Grief**
World building***
Character Building***
COMMUNICATION*****
Smut**
Character Consent!*****
(Ask if it's okay. If it fits into the story, I'll allow it. Just make me aware so I - myself aren't surprised)
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Edited:
One plot in mind.
Nuri hasn't never met his father. His mum was a lower-class fae who laid with an heir and when Nuri started displaying signs of shifting, and what was thought to be dark magic, she sought out someone to help aid her child. Little did she know her only child would be placed into the care of another heir where Nuri would be branded by magic to protect the realm (The heirs son) he should be ruling.
Branding - Magic that is bound to the protected and the protector.
If the protected being become hurt, the protector will feel it and be drawn to aid them.
If they venture too far away from one another, the brand will make them yearn for one another again until they are back together again.
(You get it? We can add more while brainstorming)
I would like this to be a love hate type of story.
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As far as plots go, I prefer to brain storm with my partners and bounce back and forward to keep things interesting. But will leave the link for my characters below.
If you like the look of one and would like to know more about them, please feel free to Dm me.
I write around two to three paragraphs, but can write more with the write person. Details matters.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Things I enjoy:
Stockholm syndrome*
Enemy to lover***
Switch*
Tension**
Dark stories***
Power-play**
Betrayal**
Grief**
World building***
Character Building***
COMMUNICATION*****
Smut**
Character Consent!*****
(Ask if it's okay. If it fits into the story, I'll allow it. Just make me aware so I - myself aren't surprised)
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Edited:
One plot in mind.
Nuri hasn't never met his father. His mum was a lower-class fae who laid with an heir and when Nuri started displaying signs of shifting, and what was thought to be dark magic, she sought out someone to help aid her child. Little did she know her only child would be placed into the care of another heir where Nuri would be branded by magic to protect the realm (The heirs son) he should be ruling.
Branding - Magic that is bound to the protected and the protector.
If the protected being become hurt, the protector will feel it and be drawn to aid them.
If they venture too far away from one another, the brand will make them yearn for one another again until they are back together again.
(You get it? We can add more while brainstorming)
I would like this to be a love hate type of story.
What is a home? And I don’t mean the one you reside in. I’m talking about a home… I’ve spent my days with a roof over my head, and food on the table. But as I look outside the cart as the horse pulls me along in the carriage, I can’t stop my mind from wondering. It isn’t until the captain clears his throat that the fae guard turned his blue eyes from the window to the captains stern expression.
“Nuri, I don’t want to remind you how important today is”
God’s, even his tone is enough to boil him. “I passed the training, and have the brand to prove myself to the king. The prince will be safe. But if you keep going against the King’s judgement… It could be seen as treason” Nuri passed with a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.
The Captain puffed his chest and turned his gaze out the window. It gave Nuri time to look down at the brand that had appeared on his forearm. He remembered the burning sensation as the seal manifested and when it was complete, he was left with two diamonds with a sword through the top. Or that’s what it looked like to him at least. But whatever pain he had felt before, had subsided. Pain was something he’d grown accustomed to.
It was part of his training to protect the Prince and he had been put through a number of tests to prove his worth.
Nuri was a species of Umbra. His mum had been a lower class Fae who had slept with an Heir. If anyone found out, she would have been killed for tainting the bloodlines. But as far as Nuri knew, she had survived and he had grown up with her for ten years until his own magic started to surface. Dark magic.
He was able to control the shadows. They spoke to him in whispers. Revealing everyone's secrets within the castle walls. The King had grown fond of asking Nuri to accompany him for a morning stroll to hear what was happening within his walls. But it wasn’t just the shadows that spoke to him. Nuri was also telepathic, but it wasn’t an ability he used unless he had too. Knowing everyone’s thoughts and emotions quickly became overwhelming sometimes… especially if there were a lot of people in the room. It had taken years to master, and was one of the reasons there were so few fae alive with the ability. But his mum had placed him into good hands… at the time and he had learned how to control and harness his magic. This included his ability to shape shift into his Order.
An Order was something Heirs could harness. If their magic was running low, they could morph into something different. Some were wolves, vampires, or even hybrid creatures. The King knew about Nuri’s, but they had worked to make sure his order remained hidden. The tests had been brutal, painful and had left mental scars within Nuri’s dreams at night. But he counted his blessings. He was still alive and he was hoping he would remain that way.
The cart went over a bump and he looked up from the brand, carefully tugging his sleeve over the scar with a heavy sigh as his eyes found the window. They were just pulling up to the estate… Home. A Home far away from Home. He couldn't wait to get out of this cramped space to stretch his membrane wings. He hadn't been able to fly in over a week and he was eager to feel the wind in his hair after he saw the King and showed him his success. He just hoped the Prince would be as enthusiastic, he hadn't yet met the spoiled fae-ling and he doubted his life was about to get any easier.
“Nuri, I don’t want to remind you how important today is”
God’s, even his tone is enough to boil him. “I passed the training, and have the brand to prove myself to the king. The prince will be safe. But if you keep going against the King’s judgement… It could be seen as treason” Nuri passed with a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.
The Captain puffed his chest and turned his gaze out the window. It gave Nuri time to look down at the brand that had appeared on his forearm. He remembered the burning sensation as the seal manifested and when it was complete, he was left with two diamonds with a sword through the top. Or that’s what it looked like to him at least. But whatever pain he had felt before, had subsided. Pain was something he’d grown accustomed to.
It was part of his training to protect the Prince and he had been put through a number of tests to prove his worth.
Nuri was a species of Umbra. His mum had been a lower class Fae who had slept with an Heir. If anyone found out, she would have been killed for tainting the bloodlines. But as far as Nuri knew, she had survived and he had grown up with her for ten years until his own magic started to surface. Dark magic.
He was able to control the shadows. They spoke to him in whispers. Revealing everyone's secrets within the castle walls. The King had grown fond of asking Nuri to accompany him for a morning stroll to hear what was happening within his walls. But it wasn’t just the shadows that spoke to him. Nuri was also telepathic, but it wasn’t an ability he used unless he had too. Knowing everyone’s thoughts and emotions quickly became overwhelming sometimes… especially if there were a lot of people in the room. It had taken years to master, and was one of the reasons there were so few fae alive with the ability. But his mum had placed him into good hands… at the time and he had learned how to control and harness his magic. This included his ability to shape shift into his Order.
An Order was something Heirs could harness. If their magic was running low, they could morph into something different. Some were wolves, vampires, or even hybrid creatures. The King knew about Nuri’s, but they had worked to make sure his order remained hidden. The tests had been brutal, painful and had left mental scars within Nuri’s dreams at night. But he counted his blessings. He was still alive and he was hoping he would remain that way.
The cart went over a bump and he looked up from the brand, carefully tugging his sleeve over the scar with a heavy sigh as his eyes found the window. They were just pulling up to the estate… Home. A Home far away from Home. He couldn't wait to get out of this cramped space to stretch his membrane wings. He hadn't been able to fly in over a week and he was eager to feel the wind in his hair after he saw the King and showed him his success. He just hoped the Prince would be as enthusiastic, he hadn't yet met the spoiled fae-ling and he doubted his life was about to get any easier.
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