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“Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery."

I have a preference for MM threads and feel most comfortable writing male muses. I greatly enjoy world building, thinking of headcanons, and discussing possible plots! Some genres I like in particular are Fantasy, supernatural/paranormal, romance, mystery, a little bit of minor horror, and a little comedy. A little smut is okay, but I'm not the most fond of basing a whole plot around it.

On another note, as of late, a lot of my inspiration comes from MM romance novels I have read, so if you happen to want a thread based on one we might have mutually read, hit me up!

I'm open to using fcs be they illustrated, anime, real people, etc. And I like to use Tupperbot in my discord threads. I feel like it makes things a little more fun!

We can make characters on the spot or use old muses, whatever will fit the plot we think of!

I'm open to using fcs be they illustrated, anime, real people, etc. And I like to use Tupperbot in my discord threads. I feel like it makes things a little more fun!

We can make characters on the spot or use old muses, whatever will fit the plot we think of!

         The rim of his glass parted from Travis’ lips, joining the nod of his head in the direction of a man tucked away in the corner of a booth. He refused to lower his drink, only bringing it back to draw a long sip of the amber liquid. The crisp, hoppy flavor filled his mouth, swallowed with a small, complacent smile, contrasting his stern gaze. The bar’s shadows appeared to be working in the stranger’s favor, concealing the majority of their features, save the cold stare sent towards the woman. “Who did you piss of?” the witcher inquired nonchalantly, golden hues drifting away from across the room and over towards her.

“I wouldn’t object to getting fucked, but getting fucked up, partying or fighting just isn’t my thing.” Beau poured two cups and took a seat at the kitchen table, playing with the bag of tea in his cup. “No matter how much you will push me in that direction, I am a true introvert and it’s highly unlikely that I will feel interested in those things.”   “Oh! This must mean I am not a good candidate for you, right? Well, you know where the door is. Please close it on your way out!” The little witch tucked his hands in between his thighs and glanced at the demon, silently SECRETLY hoping he would stay because let’s be real. Beau was lonely and humans has the lifespan of a mosquito and he wanted to be in touch with someone a little STURDIER age wise. “The most mischief you could get out of me is probably the salt I just put in your tea.” He mumbled sadly, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh? If lust is more your thing then that can be arranged.” The demon couldn’t help but smirk as he listened to the little witch go on about being a bad candidate. “In all actuality, that just makes you the best one. Something has to be lying dormant within you or you’re suppressing a sin or something-” He was barely taking a sip of his tea when the overwhelming taste of salt coated his taste buds, spitting out the beverage on reflex before staring at the other with a nearly dumbfounded expression. Any normal person would probably get pissed that they’ve just been given salty tea and fell for the prank, but Ian wasn’t normal. If anything, he was a freak because his heart was fluttering within his chest. 

“Well... aren’t you a witch after my heart.” A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as his gaze turns dark. “I hope you know this means war, cutie.” 

I CHALLENGE YOU !!

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