#Writing Partner Wanted

[onmyyan]

Writing partner wanted

[animorphsfanfic]

Looking for penpals.

For anyone that doesn't already know, Jason is in prison. He's actually still working on his Animorphs fanfiction but he's not able to post it.

He recently got TRULINCS access so he does not need a physical address. The way it works is he'd add you as a contact, which requires a name and an address, but those can be completely fake. You could give the name Donald Duck and the street address of your local McDonald's. Or you can give a valid name and mailing address, up to you. All Jason really needs is just a valid email.

Once he adds you as a contact, you'll get an email from CorrLinks asking you to create an account with your (possibly fake) name. Note that in it's infinite stupidity, CorrLinks has email notifications turned off by default. You have to go to the Account Management page to turn them on.

Warning that Jason is a huge nerd and a total geek. He's writing Animorphs fanfiction right now but he has plans for other stuff.

[taurustaste]

Who doesn't love a good comeback story? Someone who has just been hit with a multitude of bad luck from life but has finally decided to reset and start over?

And, who doesn't love when during that start over phase, they find someone doing the exact same thing? Inspiration. Support. Empathy. Love.

Give me a male muse starting over with a new career. Someone that has been gutted by divorce or being a newfound single parent. A muse that has truly had their life flipped upside down and they're finally coming full circle to embrace a new life. Any or all of the above.

I'll give you a female muse that is going through something similar. Someone who helps breathe new life into your muse, to help him finally push back the resentment and start anew with fresh eyes.

While merging their lives will be far from perfect, they're both willing to take the leap and start over... together.

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25+ only writers, please. Kinks/limits can be found here. Would love this to be an 80/20 plot to smut ratio or close to it! Discord with Tupperbot preferred.

Not replacing any current writers. In fact, if we're already writing and you want to do this, let me know!

[hufflesworld]

OC RP AD / LOOKING FOR WRITING / RP PARTNERS

( if at all interested read the information below )

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I think one of my favorite things is making and writing oc’s for new rps I do. So I’m looking to do that more.

I love making oc’s and whole worlds for them to explore.

I also like making oc’s for already established fandoms and they’re worlds / settings.

A small list of fandoms I’d like to do this with

- DSMP

- last life

- spider verse

- warrior cats

- WOF

- Alice and wonderland

Open to suggestions as well

⬇️ other info below ⬇️

I’m 17 almost 18. I prefer RP partners are 14-20+

My Roleplay length changes depending on scene and motivation. I usually match though i am used to doing a few paragraphs

Talking outside of Roleplay “((“ is very important to me. For plotting. Headcannons ideas. What have you.

Rp will be done over tumblr

please send me a message if your interested

Thank you

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[jayaverywheeler]

heeeey, i'm looking for a writing buddy because i'm a silly brain haver and need someone to hold me accountable :(( i write ya mostly, often with sci-fi or fantasy elements. very gay.

also i speak czech, english and a little spanish (i'm learning finnish as well but.. i know like 3 words.. so) so if you speak any of those...

i get: writing buddy who reads my things and holds me accountable

you get: writing buddy who reads your things (i will read almost anything) and holds you accountable

[wordsofwarning]

I miss RP a lot.

Lemme know if you're a 21+ writer interested in long form RP over Discord!

[icarian-nyx]

Barefoot Prey running through the woods in frilly dress x Silent Predator stalking through the woods

Her breath hitching, lungs burning, gasping for air so loud that she can’t hear any of the soft sounds of the woods. Doesn’t hear the snapping of a branch underfoot. She crashes through the underbrush, vicious and wild, terror clawing like horror in her throat. She doesn’t hear him anymore. She can’t hear anything. There’s just the sound of her blood rushing, white noise roaring in her ears. She doesn’t feel his outstretched hand reaching for the vulnerable curve of her neck.

[bluerosefox]

LOA and Ghost Cultures

Wanna know what.

Another Dead Serious prompt idea spawned.

Damian was League of Assassins raised we all know that so what if he takes ques on how to woo you're potential partner from those teachings.

And we get mainly outsiders POVs and think Damian is trying to kill or threatening one Daniel 'Danny' Fenton after the boy accidentally knocked Damian onto the ground via punch to the face (Danny was stressing hard that day, new school and had just gotten out of a fight with Vlad that night so he was running on little sleep)

Eventually the family (everyone but Bruce) get together to try to get Damian to stop his 'threats' and one of two things can happen.

Either they eventually bring it up to Bruce who at first is worried like the rest of them but then realizes what Damian is actually doing because he has the same experience from Talia's courting.

OR Babs warns them that Damian was spotted entering the Fenton home and seemed geared for a fight, they go running to stop Damian from maybe carrying out his plan, and stumble onto the two making out after a brawl.

[eggseabutters]

My HC is that mobians don’t usually “kiss” they show their affection through nuzzling and grooming, but Shadow who was raised by humans is more used to the concept of kissing so when his partner expected nuzzling, Shadow kissed them. They were very surprised.

[pretend-i-don-t-exist]

sy trying to create a pidw au would be so funny

i feel like he'd actually commit to it to spite airplane. at first, it garnered attention bc it was from the peerless cucumber, notorious critic and biggest pidw hater, so ofc they're all curious how pidw would look like in his eyes. it was surprisingly (well not really, considering the tens of paragraphs peerless cucumber wrote during his rants, all of which have immaculate grammar and spelling— bc ofc he can't let anyone find something to nitpick on his review so they're forced to see the point!) well-written and definitely more plot-focused.

majority of the readers disappeared after the first few chapters, mainly because of the lack of smutty scenes, but those that do remain are very engaged. one of them is airplane's burner account, when he needs to separate himself from his airplane persona. he's really, really curious as to what his hater is doing to his work.

he... he actually likes it. it's not really the novel he envisioned when he was first working on pidw, nor does it contain all the elements of his original draft, but it was good. he likes it a lot better than what pidw turned out to be.

airplane spent so much time contemplating and considering before finally saying fuck it, and dms peerless cucumber to see if he can work as a co-author with him and they can rewrite pidw together. he even sends parts of the original draft (what was left of it, anyway) as incentive!

it takes a long week before even peerless cucumber replies, and by then he has written a novella detailing how much better the original draft was and him screaming very informally at why airplane had to cast it aside.

lol i need money bro im broke af and porn sells, airplane answers.

it takes another week before peerless cucumber finally answers. then live with me, his message reads. no rent. i'll pay for whatever food you want. and whatever bills you have. just write a good fucking novel, i swear to god.

airplane thinks it's a joke, until he receives the address. an actual penthouse. in the richest streets of guangzhou. there is also a request to meet up (seeing as they don't actually know each other, and sy's brothers are very intent on not getting him murdered in his sleep) and airplane, after much, much thinking, accepts.

airplane does not really know what to feel when he finally meets and talks to shen yuan— pampered third son of a very wealthy family, with two protective older brothers and an even more protective little sister— and sy is just. well. he's exactly airplane's type. the beautiful, ice prince who apparently has only shown this much emotion around airplane. sy's meimei had told him cheerfully and then threatened to gut him if he so much as steps a foot out of line. airplane is starting to feel like he's just met a mafia family.

shen yuan's family aside, airplane is actually living his best life. he no longer has to worry about money. he lives in a luxurious (gods he has never seen such a large bedroom before wtf) penthouse without needing to pay rent (!!!) and utilities (!!!) and even food (!!!). he can write as much as he wants. this must be what artists felt like when they're taken care of noble families in exchange for their art.

he does... well. he and peerless cucumber are friends now. they work on the rewrite together. airplane keeps finding out many things, like how shen yuan likes his tea with a lot of honey, dislikes milk chocolate, and prefers drawing over writing. he also runs hot during the night, when he sleeps.

how does airplane know that? well. bros gotta do what bros gotta do. it's a good thing they both like to cuddle.

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[animorphsfanfic]

Fan Fiction Author Seeks Pen Pal

So Jason writes fan fiction, mostly Animorphs but he has thoughts for Scooby Doo, Inspector Gadget, Ghostbusters, and a few others. He's in federal prison (Fort Dix, Low Security, New Jersey) which is a long story.

He is looking for a writing partner willing to type up his handwritten chapters and post them to Patreon first and AO3 six months later. His writing partner will split Patreon proceeds.

I can manage his accounts for him but I cannot take on the writing stuff. His goal is 8 chapters a month (2 chapters a week), $6 per sub per month. Given Patreon's payout structure, if he can get 1000 subs, that's $2760 per month for typing 8 chapters (Jason said he had over 9000 readers on AO3 and he's hoping he can get 10% of that readership to subscribe to Patreon). It's not a bad gig for anyone interested, I just can't do it.

Email animorphsfanfic@gmail.com if interested.

Must be okay receiving mail from a federal prison. PO box preferred but not required.

[ozzgin]

IM SORRY, but I need a whole smut fanfic with yandere ASMRtist where he just straight up fucks reader and posts it, and people like it

Even better if it was an accident! Although let me add a little disclaimer that this concept turned more BDSM-oriented than I initially planned, but it has no correlation whatsoever to ASMR. Just wanted to point it out because the community already struggles with the sexualization of content. The guy just happens to be kinky. Content: gender neutral reader, male yandere, NSFW, BDSM themes (bondage, spanking, collaring, name-calling)

He’s doing his usual sound recording, yet today it a little different. You're particularly cheeky, kneeling before him, back arched and bottom up. The pillow is soaked with your drool, lips forcefully parted by a bit gag. You're a mess.

Today, he's particularly aroused by your hooded eyes and damp skin. No harm in taking a break from his work, is there? His hand lands another rough spank, followed by his fingers tracing across your privacy. It seems he isn't the only one terribly pent up.

He gives you a little encouraging jolt before clarifying with a spoken order: "Spread."

You obediently follow his instructions, eager to be touched by more than his hand. He grins at your visible excitement.

"My, what a greedy whore you're being today. You're still red and swollen from the spanking, are you sure you want me to do even more damage?"

He presses himself into you as if to prove his point, though the feeling of his throbbing erection really only makes matters worse. You nod desperately and groan.

Once he's done pounding the life out of you, he stands up nonchalantly and dusts off his hands, gazing at his masterpiece: you're sprawled onto the mattress, heaving, dripping with his seed. Another fruitful day of pleasing his Darling.

He quickly finishes the last retouches of the recorded ASMR session and uploads it to his channel, distracted by the thought of a potential second round.

"Don't get up", he demands from his chair. "I'm not done with you yet." Judging by your expression, however, it's not likely you had any other intention to begin with.

Later in the evening, he idly checks his phone, somewhat surprised by the sudden influx of views and comments.

"Wow, this is probably your longest video so far. You're spoiling us", someone writes.

"What's the stuff at the end? Sounds bizarrely wet, yet tingly", someone else wonders.

His smile abruptly pales as it dawns of him: he never stopped recording. In a moment of anger, he throws his phone into the nearest wall, and you stumble over, startled by the commotion.

Damn it! That was his special moment. He feels like he'd just fucked you before the masses. His precious time - meant to be savored - has been tainted by the ears of plebeians.

He marches towards the bedroom, pulling you after him by the little house collar you must wear inside. No matter, he tells himself frantically, he'll just have to redo it. He'll fuck you even better this time, and it'll be for him only.

[Yandere!ASMRtist Concept] | [More yandere works]

[cosmicredcadet]

enough stories about how someone learns to truely be happy through love. i want a story where someone is desperately seeking out love thinking it's the only way to be happy only for them to learn by the end that happiness is what they make of it and they don't need love at all to make it.

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

i may or may not be planning a fic where one of the many subplots is that Jason (as Red Hood, but Danny already knows) is following/investigating Danny because he thinks Danny’s dangerous somehow. I won’t go into the details because it’s so much, but point is i have a silly little scene in my head wherein Danny goes out to work on a uni group project with Tim, and on their way to the cafe some asshole car hits a guy on a motorcycle. The Biker goes into a rage and starts cursing him out, takes off his helmet and lo and behold it’s Jason.

Mid-verbal fight with the asshole he catches sight of Tim (recording the whole thing and waving at Jason) and of Danny (potential danger he’s been investigating for nearly two weeks), and Jason gives the asshole a “this isn’t over” threat and dips. Then,

Tim, who noticed Danny’s reaction: You know that guy?

Danny: Oh, yeah, that’s my stalker. You?

Tim: Nemesis. I’m sorry he’s your what?

Bonus:

Tim texting Jason: are you stalking my classmate??

Jason: Mind your own business, Replacement.

Jason: Wait, did he tell you that?

Tim: yah

Jason: RH’s been investigating him. Why the FUCK does your “classmate” think it’s me?

Tim: dick is gonna love this. the great rh has a containment breach

Jason: DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TELL HIM REPLACEMENT

Tim: LMAO fuck it we BALL

Jason: TIM

[mrtequilasunset]

Unprovoked