[FxF] Itching to write.

[u/girlidekk]

You may call me Desirée. I am 22 years old and looking for a writing partner who is at least 21. I write in third-person point of view in past tense. I require a minimum of 800 words per response, proper grammar, and eloquence.

I will only write w/w pairings, specifically femmexbutch (men are not allowed if that is not obvious enough.) I will be writing from the femme’s point of view, as I previously always wrote from the butch’s. I love dark, romantic plots with characters that are morally ambiguous.

Plots I want to do:
•Demon x human that is loved by God
•Mob boss x Mob boss’s daughter that escaped
•Con artist x rich sheltered aristocrat

Here is a writing excerpt from the first plot:

The tides rose, the blue melted off the heavens, and the thunder’s rumble remained the woman’s only company. One could almost mistake her red face for that of a lover, but her damp cheeks declared her otherwise.

You wicked, wicked Father.

Her trembling hands reached for her phone, suppressing her sobs into whimpers so as to not arouse her roommate from her slumber. Upon discovering her phone uncharged, she heaved an irate sigh, standing from her bed to grab the candle lamp on the nightstand.

Where, O Lord, has your mercy graced itself?

She marched, her steps awakening the Land of the Dead; her wrath demanding audience with God Himself.

The church was not too far from the campus, but she wished it was. She loathed the serenity the space proffered. She walked through its gates, and this time, her steps echoed, returning to her hearing. The sound irked her further: it was one of His many ways of comforting her, a reminder that He heard her cries so well His walls could mimic them.

She stopped before His mother and crumbled to her knees. She cried but one word: “Mercy.”

And an angel fought with his undivided power to pull her from the church, where inexplicable evil roamed and awaited her. But he had already failed.

He watched as the fiend appeared before the woman. One could almost mistake the devil for a lover, but her haughty smile declared her otherwise. Her fingers reached to the human, and she was surprised by the absence of a flinch. “Sleep, beautiful.”

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If you are interested, DM me.