nazgul

Anyway, here is some stuff about my writing:

My characters are exclusively supernatural. I do not write humans. Yours, however, do not have to be supernatural but you must be okay with having supernatural themes. I will not pretend their powers don't exist.

Most of my face claims come from the kpop scene. I do occasionally have other ethnicities and nationalities.

Do not go off my muses that are on this blog. This is only a fraction of the muses I have, but if you want to get a general idea, you can peek at them.

I will make muses with and for you just for our universe.

I'm obsessed with witches, familiars, werewolves, fae, and Greek mythology.

Universes I don't mind writing in are Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments/Shadow Hunters, The Cruel Prince, Lord of the Rings.

I write all relationships: f/m, m/m, f/f, m/nb, f/nb, etc.

Most of my muses, however, are males or nb.

I have no triggers. I like gore, drama, and darkness.

I want an intricate plot. Please don’t message me if you are unable to help me come up with an interesting plot.

If you want to talk about possibly writing on discord with me, either shoot me a message or like this post. If you like this post, I will come to you!

Happy writing!

In my effort to keep my inspiration from dying again, I will be making some changes to this blog. If you are interested, it’s under a read more so as to not clog the dash with unpleasant thoughts.

starter for @nczgul The week had passed by rather fast, as to be expected for a man that kept as busy as David did. In between work he left enough space for all kinds of activities like boxing, bungee jumping and water skiing, especially now that the weather had taken a turn for the better, it was time to be more active again to simply enjoy life. Even his motorbike came back into action, freshly painted in matte black. After such an eventful week, David would wind down in a relaxing back, phone close to play some music. For a moment he would have nearly ignored the buzzing of it, yet curiosity always got the best of him. His group knew not to bother him once he had clocked out, it could not possibly be them unless it was an emergency. To his surprise, he was right.

[ davestar ] this isn’t a call, berry boy [ davestar ] this is the little bird though, isn’t it [ davestar ] I knew you’d contact me eventually [ davestar ] but what will you do, I’m hurt not to hear your voice ;(

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After his first encounter with the man named David, Blue had discarded the card with his contact information in a tray by the door. It’s been a week and Blue hasn’t spared it a glance. He’s thought about it, though. Multiple times. He’s honestly not even entirely sure why he didn’t just dump it in the garbage. What he doesn’t want to admit to himself is the reason why. Loneliness. Coupled with the fact that Blue can’t get the vision out of his mind.

So the card was taken from the tray, and now Blue is sitting on his bed in a pair of pajamas, phone cradled in his hands.

[ blueberries ] i um.. i thought a text would be easier. [ blueberries ] what made you so sure i’d contact you? [ blueberries ] i don’t know if i am ready to hear your voice again yet. [ blueberries ] so um.. hi.

OPEN STARTER // first interactions // open to all

“I like your coat! Does it have pockets? I need a coat but I need one that has pockets, otherwise I’ll have nowhere to keep my rocks!”

A hand comes from his own pocket to reveal two small rocks, one bluish grey and the other red, both shiny and gripped in his fingerless-gloved hand.

“These aren’t the only ones I have,” he continues quickly. “Just my favourites. OH! Do you want one?”

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Sometimes it’s really nice to mind your own business in the park on a Sunday morning. Max is attempting to do just this with his coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He barely noticed the person beside him until words begin to hit his ears. Max looks up, raising a brow with curiosity. 

Eyes drift to the rocks, lingering for a moment before he takes the other person in. Slowly, the cigarette his lifted to his lips, toxic gunk being inhaled into his lungs. “If they are your favorites, why would you want to give them away so easily?”

Everyone knew that Jaewon was too ambitious and too driven by his hatred, but he couldn’t see it. He has done too much, went too far to stop here. There was just one more being he had to consume to become invincible. After all, Jaewon was certain that he wasn’t in the need of Jude’s help, but it would mean less work if he had the Seoul Coven on his side.

One of his eyebrows raised at Jude’s words and his bold actions. Yet, the Soul Eater let the other touch him and talk to him that way. ❝ Are you secretly telling me don’t have the guts to try leading on more Vampires? ❞

The Soul Eater asked with absolutely no emotion in his voice. ❝ I won’t stop my plan on getting rid of Hunters, Jude. The question is: are you on my side or on theirs? ❞

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“If what you gleaned from my words was that I do not have the guts to try leading more vampires, you did not listen.” Jude shakes his head, scarcely able to believe that for someone with ambition as strong as Jaewon, he’s actually making himself out to be a rather terrible strategist. “I am not scared of anything. But just because you are not scared does not mean it’s a good idea to do it.”

Taking a step back from Jaewon, Jude glances toward the door. He is growing a little tired of this childish conversation. However, when Jaewon presents him with that questions, Jude’s brows narrow and he looks back toward Jaewon. His words are cold, like ice. “If I didn’t know any better, Jaewon, I’d say that question is a thinly veiled ultimatum. I do not deal with ultimatums or threats. You have given me absolutely no reason to take your side. All you have done is come in here and insulted me, and not shown me a single reason to do what you want. Do you think that’s how you get people to follow you? You don’t just bust in and say ‘follow me or else’ and expect it to happen.”