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[CENTER][i]Ink, like love, stains without asking.[/i][/CENTER]

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Hey.

You can call me Ink, Inky, or pretty much anything else you want. 

I’m mostly just here to write stories that feel like something—soft ones, slow ones, aching ones. The kind where you don’t realize your characters are in love until it hurts to watch them talk to other people. The kind where romance is the thread, even if the world around it is unraveling.

I like characters who flinch when someone touches them gently.

I like moments that feel stolen.

I like words that say too much and not enough all at once.

If that sounds like your kind of mess, maybe keep reading.

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[*]I write original characters in stories where romance is at the center

[*]I prefer MxF, but I’m open to FxF depending on the vibe

[*][b][color=red]I strongly prefer to write male characters[/color][/b]. I will write female characters but please ask before we start plotting so there isn't confusion as to who is doing what role.

[*]My writing style is multi-paragraph, sometimes novella when I’m really into it

[*]I post 2–3 times a week

[*]Colored dialogue helps me stay organized, but you don’t have to match me

[*]I love OOC chat and collaborative plotting—give me playlists, Pinterest boards, late-night headcanon rants
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I’m drawn to:

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[*]Slow-burn romance

[*]Emotionally complex relationships

[*]Small-town nostalgia, rainy apartments, old letters

[*]Characters who don’t know how to say “I love you” so they show it instead

[*]Modern settings, historical vibes, and stories with just a hint of something otherworldly
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Anything I am particularly craving will be in [color=cyan]blue[/color]. I typically prefer to write male characters but am happy to double etc or switch it up if need be. Anything [s]crossed out[/s] is not currently open.

[h3]Historical[/h3]

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[*][s][i]The Spare Heir[/i] - The second son becomes heir to the throne after his brother abdicates. Suddenly, he’s the crown’s most eligible bachelor—but he has no interest in being chosen like a prize.[/s]
[*][i][color=cyan]Letters Never Sent[/color][/i] - They were pen pals during the war. Then the letters stopped. Now he’s back, and she’s not sure he’s the same man she wrote to.
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[h3]Slice of Life/Modern[/h3]

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[*][color=cyan][i]Where You Left Me[/i][/color] — He left home to chase fame and never knew she was pregnant. Now he’s back for his father’s funeral and she’s still there—with a child his parents never told him about.

[*][s][i]One Last Summer[/i] — She’s leaving in August. He’s her favorite mistake. And neither of them is ready to say goodbye.[/s]

[*][i]Field Note on Falling[/i] - When a travel blogger’s van breaks down outside a third-generation cattle ranch, she’s stuck waiting for parts—and local goodwill—to get her moving again. The rancher’s daughter isn’t impressed. She’s seen people treat their way of life like a backdrop for content before. But as chores get shared, fences get mended, and quiet evenings stretch into something warmer, neither can ignore the pull. There’s grit and grace in learning each other’s rhythms—and in choosing to stay when you could run.

[*][i]Room for Rent[/i] - She needed a roommate to help cover rent. He needed a place to start over. On paper, they don’t make sense—she’s organized to a fault, he’s a little chaotic and a lot charming. But between late-night takeout, shared laundry disasters, and accidental heart-to-hearts over morning coffee, they start to fit. Not perfectly. But perfectly enough. A story about mismatched lives coming into sync, and the quiet magic of building something worth keeping.
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[h3]Soft Post-Apocalyptic[/h3]

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[*][s][i]The Quiet Zone[/i] — He smuggled her out of a government compound. She thinks it was for her. It wasn’t.[/s]
[*][s][i]Dead Frequencies[/i] — She hears a voice over the radio. He answers. Neither of them believes in fate, but something’s pulling them closer.[/s]
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[h3]NEW PLOTS[/h3]

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[b][Modern Political Drama | M/F | Enemies-to-Lovers | Slow Burn][/b]

He’s the youngest senator in decades—polished, principled, and grieving. A widowed single father raising a daughter alone after his wife, a decorated service member, was killed overseas. The public sees a man of poise and progress, someone trying to fix a broken system from the inside. What they don’t see is how close he is to losing faith in the very institutions he’s sworn to protect.

She’s everything he can’t afford to be. Loud. Unapologetic. Angry. A journalist turned activist after blowing the whistle on corruption that cost her everything—her job, her safety, her reputation. Now she’s a storm the establishment can’t silence, and she’s got his name at the top of her list.

They were never meant to cross paths. But when a viral clip, a shared cause, or a political firestorm forces them into the same orbit, sparks fly—first in fury, then in something neither of them expected.

He wants change without chaos.
She doesn’t believe change comes without burning it all down.
And yet, somehow, they keep finding each other.[/hider]

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[Modern/Literary | M/F | Slow Burn | Character-Driven]

Dr. Michael Vance was a quiet figure on campus—respected, sharp, and unapproachable. His lectures on political systems drew a steady crowd of students who either admired his brutal clarity or just wanted to watch him dissect entire governments like dead animals. No one knew where he came from before arriving at the university a decade ago, and no one asked. They just assumed what he wanted them to: a military background, some kind of government clearance, maybe even a stint overseas. America loved its mystery men, as long as they stood still and behaved.

He stood still. He behaved. But he had never really stopped running.

Born in Russia and once a covert GRU operative, he’d flipped for the CIA and spent years feeding them information from inside. When his cover was blown, the Agency erased his identity and gave him a new life—a new passport, a new name, and a quiet job in academia. Now he teaches political philosophy to undergrads and tries to pretend the man he used to be no longer exists.

Then she enters his life—someone who stirs up memories he’s buried, someone who might see through him. And suddenly, the life he built on borrowed truths doesn’t feel so safe anymore.[/hider]

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[Modern Thriller | F/F | Enemies-to-Lovers | Political Conspiracy | Slow Burn]

Every Sunday, without fail, her sister called. It didn’t matter where she was or how late it got—those weekly check-ins were sacred. So when Sunday passed in silence, she knew something was wrong. No text. No call. No trace. Her sister—a data analyst for the NSA—was just gone.

Their last conversation replayed over and over in her mind: strained laughter, evasive answers, and a paranoid edge she tried to laugh off. “I’m just tired,” her sister had said. But now, no one has seen her in days. Her apartment is sealed. Her clearance revoked. And when she started asking questions, the answers came sharp and cold: her sister was fine, it was a national security matter, and she needed to drop it.

So she didn’t. She lit a match instead.

Now she’s the face of the Ashes Collective—a radical group blamed for protests, data leaks, and escalating unrest. They call her dangerous. Unstable. A threat. But she’s not burning the system for attention. She’s doing it to get her sister back.

The woman sent to stop her might be the only one who sees what’s really burning behind her eyes—and the only one with the power to make her hesitate… or burn with her.[/hider]


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[*]Non-human characters (some exceptions - but I'm not into beast smut)

[*]High fantasy or detailed magic systems

[*]Gore or horror-focused stories (it's fine for these elements to be included but should serve a purpose)

[*]Anything purely smut-driven
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[*]Characters who are soft with each other (eventually)

[*]Romantic tension that’s painfully slow

[*]Hand flexes, rainy conversations, emotional intimacy

[*]Writing that leans into longing, not just lust

[*]Someone who will scream in the DMs with you about our characters at 2am
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[b]If something in here feels like a story you’ve wanted to tell—send me a message.[/b]
We can make something beautiful.
Or painful.
Or both.

Until then, I’ll be here… writing in the margins.

— Inky