ambien
so long, space cowboy
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Don't worry. I am just a transboy straight out of the gutter and riddled with anxiety.
Hello, I am Ambien.
and, as the tired soul that I am, I'm seeking more lazy lit/casual advanced writing at this time
but long-term is especially what I'm after!~ I will still take on longer-winded prose, so long as ur patient with me : >
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About Me
Don't worry. I am just a transboy straight out of the gutter and riddled with anxiety.
Hello, I am Ambien.
and, as the tired soul that I am, I'm seeking more lazy lit/casual advanced writing at this time
but long-term is especially what I'm after!~ I will still take on longer-winded prose, so long as ur patient with me : >
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About Me
I can be reasonably active, although I suffer from varying chronic conditions and neurodivergence, so sometimes my activity may wane. I am queer, disabled, and LGBTQIA+ inclusive. I am also a huge fan of representation of all forms. Bigotry is not accepted here. I'm located in the hell that is Texas, so I am Central time. However, I am a night owl. I ask all my partners to be 20+. I prefer to write with folks around my age range. Which, by the by, I just turned 30. :> Please don't bug me for replies! It is the surest way to run me off, as it causes me massive anxiety. I will always give back the patience given to me. I am casual OOC and formal, of course, IC. I suppose I am advanced, although that is most certainly subjective. Mostly, I work to put a lot of effort into what I produce. Writing is a passion and a craft for me. I am, at the least detailed and multi-para for sure. I am always game for some lazy-lit, however. I can easily create worlds, characters, and plots and am huge on collaboration. I am a lengthier writer. I stick to quality over quantity, though. Male muses are my preferred, but I'll happily write any identity, especially regarding sides, as I like a diverse cast. On that note, I don't generally double. Usually, I run one main and fill the world with intriguing and intricate side characters. I can double, but my muse isn't always very high to do so. I'm a sucker for romance. It's not required, but I do enjoy it. Be it more love-at-first-sight or slow-burn, I don't judge. I love darker, grittier themes with or without occasional fluff mixed in. Heavier topics are welcomed, and I love to include them, but they MUST be given the respect they are due and not be romanticized. I am a slower and meticulous writer, and I suffer from depression, so while some days I can post multiple times, there may be days where I cannot. Regardless, I'll always give you something juicy. I have plots, pairings, and ideas. However, we'll get to that later! Some OOC is required. I like to have a rapport with my partner to get that spark for roleplay! Plus, I like to make new friends. Enough about me, yeah? How about some pairings and a nice little word bank?⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
PAIRINGS|PROMPTS |IDEAS | WORD-BANK| SONGS FOR INSPIRATION
PAIRINGS|PROMPTS |IDEAS | WORD-BANK| SONGS FOR INSPIRATION
》pairings:
Criminal x Cop
Demon x Mortal
Demon x Cultist
Vampire x Mortal
Vampire x Werewolf
Vampire x Supernatural Hunter
Werewolf x Supernatural Hunter
Werewolf x Werewolf
Werewolf x Mortal
Mortal x Ghost
Drug Dealer x Drug Addict
Drug Dealer x Sober
Drug Addict x Drug addict
Open x Closeted
Reaper x Immortal
Ex x Ex
Seasoned Apocalypse Survivor x Clueless Apocalypse Survivor
Apocalypse Survivor x Apocalypse Survivor
Popular x Unpopular
Cultist x God [or any otherworldly creature]
Soulmate x Soulmate [preferably with darker twists]
Shifter x Hunter
Angel x Demon
Grumpy Detective x Rockie Detective
Rival x Rival
Gang member x Mafia member
High-rank gang member x Undercover officer
Monster x Mortal
Witch x Outcast
Witch x Regular human
Experiment x Scientist assigned to observe/study
Experiment x Experiment
Artist x Muse
Model x Photographer
Introverted x Extroverted
Detective x Detective
》word-bank:
post-apocalyptic/dystopic/false utopia vibes, heartbreak, bitter, unresolved feelings, fading friendships, rivalry, toxicity (not romanticized, please), addiction, neurodivergence, paranormal, supernatural, cryptids, tension, resolution, death, grief, road trip, two souls escaping together, adversity, survival/surviving, life after death, red string of fate, soulmates, crime, noire, slow-burn, gritty and dark, mystery, thriller, exploration of the human psyche, revenge, moralistic complexity, phobias, Stephen King-inspired, ancient beings beyond a mortal's grasping, cults, sexuality and coming to embrace it, mending, exes, ex-best friends, mountainous struggles, resolutions, immortality, a vast contrast in lifestyles.
》prompts:
"Don't leave."
"I know you still love me.
"Did you mean the things you said?"
"I'm scared of the future, but the past has wearied me."
"You could've died, you know."
"Thanks for nothing."
"I woke up, and you were gone."
"You are a monster."
"I don't have a choice- I never had."
"You need to believe me, please!"
"I don't need your misplaced concern. I need to get the job done."
"Hey, hey, hey. I've got you. I have got you."
"I'll do this if it kills me."
"I promise you: your head is the only thing spinning right now."
"I will not be the one to slow us down."
"I don't have the energy to waste arguing with you."
"There is no us. There never was."
"I never stood a chance, did I?" - "That's the one sad part you did once."
"Are you ever going to listen?"
"Is it worth it?"
"You can't blame me, can you?"
"You were just an experiment."
"I'm a monster." "No, you're not."
》ideas
▬ Two characters find themselves on the last train out of the city. Neither one has a plan, a place to sleep, or a meal. Just something to run from and nowhere to go.
▬ Character A, due to a fit of insomnia, a bad dream, or just plain boredom, finally breaks down and calls character B, dialing a number they had been trying to dial for months now.
▬ Muse A is a hunter who’s gone to a small town that is being terrorized by a monster, muse B is a supernatural creature, but they’re completely innocent and wants the town to be rid of the out-of-control supernatural creature too.
▬ Everyone has a guardian angel, but what if everyone, too, had a guardian demon? Or perhaps, there never was such a thing as a guardian angel. Only a demon- a fallen angel- is selected to be a guardian.
▬ Muse A goes missing and cannot be found, then is declared dead after seven years. Years after that, Muse B visits the memorial for Muse A when Muse A shows up.
▬ A person afraid of dying falls in love with Death.
▬ In an apocalyptic world, muse a has just been infected, and muse b is desperate to find a cure before the person they know is lost forever
▬ A dystopian society where muse a and muse b falls in love, but romantic love is outlawed
▬ Muse a and muse b are criminals, but muse a wants out of that life.
▬ A small town somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Strange sounds in the night. Farm animals are found dead, and people have started to vanish. Someone needs to investigate what’s going on.
▬ On a lonely highway, on a sweltering hot day, Muse A picks up Muse B, a hitchhiker. They don't know that they're both criminals and are both wanted by the law for different crimes.
▬ Collateral damage. Both muses are in a dangerous situation caused by someone or something else.
songs for inspiration:
Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant
Pet - APC
Passive - APC
Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
Skip Divided - Thom Yorke
Otherside of Paradise- Glass Animals
Heatwaves - Glass Animals
Dear Fellow Traveler - Sea Wolf
Prom Dress - mxmtoon
Feelings Are Fatal - mxmtoon
No Vacancy - RKS
First Class - RKS
I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski
Washing Machine Heart - Mitski
Agnes - Glass Animals
Death of a Bachelor - P!ATD
No Children - The Mountain Goats
Run - Joji
Yeah Right - Joji
Demons - Joji
Modus - Joji
Mad World - Gary Jules
Drugdealer - Macklemore ft. Ariana DeBoo
Hungover in the City of Dust - Autoheart
Do You Feel It - Chaos Chaos
Hurt - Oliver Tree
No Below - Speedy Ortiz
Andy, You're a Star - The Killers
Have to Drive - Amanda Palmer
Ampersand - Amanda Palmer
Great White Bear - Dear Reader
Lover, I don't have to Love - Bright Eyes
Lua - Bright Eyes
Amen - Amber Run
I Found - Amber Run
Welcome To Castle Irwell - Crywank
Alone With The Sea - Hurt
Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youth
Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery
Line Without A Hook - Ricky Montgomery
Russia - Ramona Falls
I Say Fever - Ramona Falls
Personal - Stars
Youth - Daughter
Saint Bernard - Lincoln
Downhill - Lincoln
Geyser - Mitski
...and seriously, I had to stop myself. Just HMU in this arena, I've oodles of songs I/we can draw inspiration from.
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Writing SampleCW; drug addiction/recovery
The days piled together, and he carried the burden of recollecting—picking through the slivers of a blurred memory. A sigh escaped him as he splashed frigid water onto his face, sinking into the bitter bite of the rivulets, which helped force a gradual awakening from inebriation. A fierce emptiness yawned within him and dug deep, embedded like fangs. Sobriety- such an immense and abrupt tug had him tumbling into it; inside, it also roused the nagging of addiction.
However, he maintained composure despite the tremors wracking his hands, chasing through his mind to recall the beginning. A vicious binge had occurred, and Elias acknowledged it, embraced it, and soon seethed with ire over it. Overall, the ordeal was abnormal for him.
Eli masqueraded the act of functioning with keen proficiency, so much so that many bought into his grand facade, and he fed his beasts in secrecy. Even he remained in awe of his ability to dance to society's tune while slipping through the cracks straight into utter misery, the rift between the lie and the truth stifled.
While Elias still bore the faint marring of track marks, he now shunned needles enough to attribute them to a time long since passed. Another story to weave so he might continue the delusion, fueling the denial. Regardless of how Eli dabbled in numerous drug scenes, alcohol had sent him spiraling this go-round. That friend he always returned to in the end. Loyal as a dog. The noose slackened around his neck.
The abstraction made Elias grit his teeth.
A fluorescent light flickered overhead, amplifying the room's ambiance as it clung to life, exposing the gradual and dismal decay. No one often came here, not to this motel, and whatever regularity it once had trickled dry, the empty melancholy suited its name.
The Blue Rooms.
It might be cutesy if not for its withering state, yet it had an allure. So tangled in the motel's odd gravitation, he had rented a room for a month after looping Hotel California (it seemed à propos) and getting plastered before waking up and combing over his capricious life choices. Similar to how he had awoken today, except he rode on the tail end of a chaotic bender instead of one night of binging.
Although hesitant, he looked into the mirror, scrutinizing and bitter. Oh, god, how he looked like a walking dumpster fire. Elias was captured in the eye of some storm, awaiting a subsequent, inevitable plummet. Another dive into a bottle. Above the mirror, tacked to the wall, was a pamphlet.
With trembling fingers, he pulled it off. A scintilla of humor laced the entire situation. Between the downing of beers and the intoxication, he always pinned the damned pamphlet somewhere he would discover it when sober. Printed in bold font- clear and cutting- was the word RECOVERY.
" Sure."
Muttered after a wry chuckle, Elias sought something in the text, and only it surfaced, glaring, not from the pages but from remembrance. They kept the center running 24/7 and always welcomed those struggling with addiction. There were two options: another fork in an already serpentine road.
One he trod more than the other, and one he would traverse today. Elias scrambled to make himself presentable while inside him, a perpetual war raged, and the recognition had, to his surprise, bolstered a determination. If he idled, the cycle would reel him in. So, he moved with haste while retaining repose. To circle the drain clashed with getting his shit together, frankly.
Although he had to laugh, the center was near the motel, walkable in its distance. Perhaps fortuitous for an alcoholic. A hollowness seeped through him. Yeah, he had sobered one hundred percent up. Still, he forged onward. Not taking much with him, he slipped out into the midst of foul weather. It carried winter's nip, and he shivered, bracing himself against the frosty winds.
No trepidation tethered him when he reached the center and entered with boldness. It was not his first stab at getting clean; by now, apathy consumed him. It carved Eli's expression, embellished by the fatigue in his eyes—another rodeo. When no one greeted him, and the echoes of others talking bounced to where he stood, he hurried along.
"Ah, shit."
They had begun. Elias slinked into the room, where a collection of individuals gathered. Some faces were familiar, and others were new. However, when Elias saw him, he perked as the seat beside him was empty, and he, lackadaisical in his movements, sat down.
"Asher."
Where had his life led him during their distance?
Meanwhile, upon that thought, Elias knew he had not shaken the pungency of alcohol's odor, nor had he tamed the wild look to his visage. No one needed to inquire where he had been; it wrote itself like prose. Regardless, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he murmured to Asher, careful not to further push his luck. Some leniency existed within the room.
"Been a hot minute, hasn't it?"
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Note, I MIGHT ask for a writing sample to see if our styles mesh!~
Note, I MIGHT ask for a writing sample to see if our styles mesh!~
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