HI EVERYONE!
myself on my previous site of many, many years, I decided to explore elsewhere and I found Umbra! I'm
very much enjoying my time here already and I'm excited to expand my small circle of writing partners.
So, here's a little bit about myself and what I'm looking for!
ABOUT ME
- My name is Hendi! I'm in my mid twenties and from the UK.
- I have been writing and roleplaying for just over a decade now.
- I am obsessed with all things Horror, Hannibal NBC, Mads Mikkelsen and Body Modification.
Big dog lover and occasionally I attempt to draw.
- Happy to write over PM or Discord.
- I do class myself as an advanced role-player, I write at least four paragraphs per post, more often
than not more than that. I'm looking for someone who can mirror my post length, as short replies
can have the tendency to destroy my muse rather quickly. As well as being literate with good grammar
and an overall passing for who and what they write.
- I only write in the third person.
- As you can see, I am only looking for MxM pairings. I am open to Poly stories, as long as its three men.
- Typically, you can expect at least a daily reply from me. Though saying that, I do have a full time job as a
Piercer, a dog to look after and sadly a life in the real world to maintain! So, things can sometimes change however
I always keep my partner in the loop!
- Please don't ghost me, if you're not into it, that's totally fine. Just let me know : )
- I love OOC chat, lets brainstorm, make mood boards, playlists, I'm up for all of it! Let's face it, I don't want to
write with a stranger! I like to get to know my partners and build familiarity and comfortability, I think it helps a hell
of a lot when it comes to writing.
= I do have a preference for faceclaims to be either real people or description based. However if you do prefer to use
drawings, please don't let this put you off! Under some circumstances I may be happy to compromise on this.
- More than up for writing smut, depending on the plot and the character dynamics I tend to go for 50/50 or
60/40 plot to smut ratio. Let me know your boundaries and kinks, I will let you know mine!
PLOTS
my sisters killer.
(written as hannibal au but can be own characters)
MUSE A: me
MUSE B: you
when witnessing the death of his younger sister, muse a will never forget the haunting gaze of the killer,
who's gaze met his while holding his sisters lifeless body. despite seeing the man with his own two eyes, to this day he still ran free from the clutches of the law. it had been two years. what happens when muse a's anxieties prove to be worth worrying about? when his sisters killer comes after him, finding him, taking him back to his sophisticated home where he brainwashes the younger man to fall in love and even help him in his crimes. oh, not to mention, said killer had a particular way of keeping his victims in his heart... consuming them.
(written as hannibal au but can be own characters)
MUSE A: me
MUSE B: you
when witnessing the death of his younger sister, muse a will never forget the haunting gaze of the killer,
who's gaze met his while holding his sisters lifeless body. despite seeing the man with his own two eyes, to this day he still ran free from the clutches of the law. it had been two years. what happens when muse a's anxieties prove to be worth worrying about? when his sisters killer comes after him, finding him, taking him back to his sophisticated home where he brainwashes the younger man to fall in love and even help him in his crimes. oh, not to mention, said killer had a particular way of keeping his victims in his heart... consuming them.
stalemate.
(written as hannibal au but can be own characters)
MUSE A: me
MUSE B: you
muse a is a newbie at baltimore state hospital for the criminally insane. over years of neglect from his father, he finally snapped. muse a killed his father. instantly caught through it being a spur of the moment kill, muse a was arrested and given a psychological analysis. muse a wasn't jailed in prison as he fit for the insanity plea, being riddled with mental health issues from his life of neglect. once admitted to the hospital, muse a refuses to open up, not even talking to staff and hardly even looking them in the eyes, if he was forced to do anything he would lash out.
hannibal was one of the most notorious serial killers and cannibals in the world, held in the very same hospital. though he wasn't allowed as much free roam as other patients and even when he was, he was typically in a straight jacket (or just rather tightly chained) and a white mask, covering his mouth and nose with merely a few holes in it to breath and share muffled conversation.
one day, muse a is sat in the patient area. his stance usual, knees up to his chest, staring off into space. that's when movement was in front of him, someone had joined him. between the two chairs was a small table holding a chess set, that muse a had been ignoring. without a word, hannibal makes his first move on the chess table, staring at muse a until he makes his move.
the two form a friendship, one the staff monitor closely as a friendship like this could end up dangerous. little do they know, the friendship quickly blossomed into a romance between the two killers.
plot prompts
- do they scheme a plan together to escape? go on the run?
- do they kill another patient?
- what trouble can they cause?
- they get forced to be separated by staff, causing an uproar of dangerous behaviour from the two.
(written as hannibal au but can be own characters)
MUSE A: me
MUSE B: you
muse a is a newbie at baltimore state hospital for the criminally insane. over years of neglect from his father, he finally snapped. muse a killed his father. instantly caught through it being a spur of the moment kill, muse a was arrested and given a psychological analysis. muse a wasn't jailed in prison as he fit for the insanity plea, being riddled with mental health issues from his life of neglect. once admitted to the hospital, muse a refuses to open up, not even talking to staff and hardly even looking them in the eyes, if he was forced to do anything he would lash out.
hannibal was one of the most notorious serial killers and cannibals in the world, held in the very same hospital. though he wasn't allowed as much free roam as other patients and even when he was, he was typically in a straight jacket (or just rather tightly chained) and a white mask, covering his mouth and nose with merely a few holes in it to breath and share muffled conversation.
one day, muse a is sat in the patient area. his stance usual, knees up to his chest, staring off into space. that's when movement was in front of him, someone had joined him. between the two chairs was a small table holding a chess set, that muse a had been ignoring. without a word, hannibal makes his first move on the chess table, staring at muse a until he makes his move.
the two form a friendship, one the staff monitor closely as a friendship like this could end up dangerous. little do they know, the friendship quickly blossomed into a romance between the two killers.
plot prompts
- do they scheme a plan together to escape? go on the run?
- do they kill another patient?
- what trouble can they cause?
- they get forced to be separated by staff, causing an uproar of dangerous behaviour from the two.
take a seat.
MUSE A: me
MUSE B: you
muse a is a well established and respected psychologist, known for working within the fbi, some of the worlds most dangerous killers, you name it. if you get referred to muse a, you know you're going to receive some of the most professional, high standard therapy there is.
muse b has had a traumatic life. loosing both their parents and siblings in a horrific house invasion they lived through as a child. the neighbours had called the police at the commotion and they had arrived moments before the final execution, muse b's. life since that fateful night hadn't been easy. muse b is referred to muse a, since their original psychologist was honest with muse b and said their trauma was complex, incredibly so and believed despite their own best efforts, that referring muse b to muse a would be the best decision for muse b's best chance at a 'normal' life.
as therapy goes on, despite their age gap, muse a and muse bdevelop quite the connection. the line between friendship and therapist/patient quickly got blurred, muse b spending most of his time at muse a's home, who happily cooked for muse b, allowed him to sleep in the spare room, happy to have muse b around in muse a'slarge, classy and tasteful home. the elephant in the room was that the two clearly had a relationship that was more than merely friendship. however, muse a is married.
muse a had been married for a few years now, muse a's partner not too keen on muse b staying with them.
what happens when that blurry line ends up completely invisible. the two are clearly falling in love with one another. but considering their circumstances, are they really meant to be?
- im thinking slow burn, lots of tender moments, laughter, tension.
for example: one night muse b can't sleep their night terrors having a particular bad day. muse a is a light sleeper and wakes up, hearing muse b quietly walking into the cozy living room through the dark, big home and settling down on the floor, hugging their knees to their chest. muse a comes out of the bedroom, shirt off, messy bed head and glasses. under dim light and gentle silence, muse a wraps a blanket around muse b's shoulders, settling down to sit behind them and wrapping his arms around muse b, resting his head over muse b's shoulder.
- can be enemies to lovers.
- age gap, muse a in his early 40's, muse b in their mid-late 20's.
- a very slight power dynamic, muse a being a caring authoritative figure for muse b.
- muse a has the potential to be a psychologist, or the same sort of thing but muse a is a professor.
MUSE A: me
MUSE B: you
muse a is a well established and respected psychologist, known for working within the fbi, some of the worlds most dangerous killers, you name it. if you get referred to muse a, you know you're going to receive some of the most professional, high standard therapy there is.
muse b has had a traumatic life. loosing both their parents and siblings in a horrific house invasion they lived through as a child. the neighbours had called the police at the commotion and they had arrived moments before the final execution, muse b's. life since that fateful night hadn't been easy. muse b is referred to muse a, since their original psychologist was honest with muse b and said their trauma was complex, incredibly so and believed despite their own best efforts, that referring muse b to muse a would be the best decision for muse b's best chance at a 'normal' life.
as therapy goes on, despite their age gap, muse a and muse bdevelop quite the connection. the line between friendship and therapist/patient quickly got blurred, muse b spending most of his time at muse a's home, who happily cooked for muse b, allowed him to sleep in the spare room, happy to have muse b around in muse a'slarge, classy and tasteful home. the elephant in the room was that the two clearly had a relationship that was more than merely friendship. however, muse a is married.
muse a had been married for a few years now, muse a's partner not too keen on muse b staying with them.
what happens when that blurry line ends up completely invisible. the two are clearly falling in love with one another. but considering their circumstances, are they really meant to be?
- im thinking slow burn, lots of tender moments, laughter, tension.
for example: one night muse b can't sleep their night terrors having a particular bad day. muse a is a light sleeper and wakes up, hearing muse b quietly walking into the cozy living room through the dark, big home and settling down on the floor, hugging their knees to their chest. muse a comes out of the bedroom, shirt off, messy bed head and glasses. under dim light and gentle silence, muse a wraps a blanket around muse b's shoulders, settling down to sit behind them and wrapping his arms around muse b, resting his head over muse b's shoulder.
- can be enemies to lovers.
- age gap, muse a in his early 40's, muse b in their mid-late 20's.
- a very slight power dynamic, muse a being a caring authoritative figure for muse b.
- muse a has the potential to be a psychologist, or the same sort of thing but muse a is a professor.
the invisible line.
MUSE A: me
MUSE B: you
with his only company being his easel and his paint brushes, muse a lived a life of solitude. he never stayed anywhere for too long, finding his muse in different landscapes and therefore always searching fr his next inspiration. often living his brief moments in each location in small, run down cabins in the middle of nowhere.
in his current location, muse a found himself in an incredibly small, rural town. it was more nature than it was anything else. every day, muse a was at the beach, easel set up and paintbrushes in hand as he painted his next landscape masterpiece. however one day, muse a's usual comfort in his peace and quiet was interrupted. muse b found themselves at the beach, kicking stones and grumbling under their breath. it was all a bit much, they were on their final year of their exams for becoming a surgeon, so life was stressful and today was one of those particularly overwhelming days. so, they took themselves to the beach. but this time, they weren't alone either. it was unusual to have company in this tiny town. there was a man, on his own, painting a beautiful landscape of the beach itself.
muse b approached muse a and attempted conversation with the lonely artist, who seemed rather reluctant when it came to conversing, though he was by no means rude. finding the older man rather intriguing, muse b returns to the beach the next day, at the same time. there stood muse a, painting again. this then continued and the two opposites formed an unlikely, comfortable friendship. muse b was muse a's first friend and despite their age gap and completely different lifestyles, they were like soulmates. muse b even started bringing food with them, even bringing food for muse a. muse b would sit on the stoney beach beside muse a's feet, chatting away with the artist while he painted. muse a became muse b's comfort and eventually, muse b became muse a's muse. muse a had never enjoyed human interaction, apart from when it came to muse b. he started opening up to them, despite the two of them never hanging out outside of their usual daily routine at the beach. it wasn't that muse b hadn't tried though, they kept inviting muse a over for dinner, or to even just go elsewhere for a change, but muse a always politely declined. he didn't really know how to be a person... but muse b understood him, no one else ever had. their friendship grew to a deep connection very quickly, however the elephant in the room was the fact there was clearly something more there, but neither of them addressed it... the way they looked at each other, the way they craved each others company...
this continued for months, until muse a finished his painting. that night, the two had spent the longest time yet at the beach. the sun had set, muse a even sat beside muse b, the two talking for hours as they watched the moon replace the sun. come the following day, muse b arrives happily at the beach, same time as always. they carried a bag full of a meal for both of them, as usual, even bringing beers this time. but as soon as hey stepped onto the stoney beach, eyes immediately going to find muse a in his usual spot, he wasn't there.
for the first time in months, muse a wasn't there, painting. muse b is utterly confused and rather heartbroken, not even having a number to contact muse a on as he didn't have a phone. sad and confused, muse b leaves and hopes to see muse a tomorrow... when muse b returns home, there's a parcel waiting for them. wrapped up rather messily, is muse a's painting. on the back, muse a had signed it along with a note. 'thank you for everything, friend.'
from that point onwards, muse a was merely a memory, whisked away with the wind with no means of contacting him.
years pass, muse b never forgets muse a, though never tells a soul about him and their connection.
that was until, 3 years later, muse b is on holiday with some friends and their new partner. its their second day of their trip, they are all beach ready and heading onto the sand with a picnic and plenty of drinks to go around. thats when muse b takes in the view, eyes scanning along the long beach that seemed to go on forever. but thats when he saw something he never thought he'd see again. in the distance, on the quiet side of the beach, stood a man, painting on an easel...
MUSE A: me
MUSE B: you
with his only company being his easel and his paint brushes, muse a lived a life of solitude. he never stayed anywhere for too long, finding his muse in different landscapes and therefore always searching fr his next inspiration. often living his brief moments in each location in small, run down cabins in the middle of nowhere.
in his current location, muse a found himself in an incredibly small, rural town. it was more nature than it was anything else. every day, muse a was at the beach, easel set up and paintbrushes in hand as he painted his next landscape masterpiece. however one day, muse a's usual comfort in his peace and quiet was interrupted. muse b found themselves at the beach, kicking stones and grumbling under their breath. it was all a bit much, they were on their final year of their exams for becoming a surgeon, so life was stressful and today was one of those particularly overwhelming days. so, they took themselves to the beach. but this time, they weren't alone either. it was unusual to have company in this tiny town. there was a man, on his own, painting a beautiful landscape of the beach itself.
muse b approached muse a and attempted conversation with the lonely artist, who seemed rather reluctant when it came to conversing, though he was by no means rude. finding the older man rather intriguing, muse b returns to the beach the next day, at the same time. there stood muse a, painting again. this then continued and the two opposites formed an unlikely, comfortable friendship. muse b was muse a's first friend and despite their age gap and completely different lifestyles, they were like soulmates. muse b even started bringing food with them, even bringing food for muse a. muse b would sit on the stoney beach beside muse a's feet, chatting away with the artist while he painted. muse a became muse b's comfort and eventually, muse b became muse a's muse. muse a had never enjoyed human interaction, apart from when it came to muse b. he started opening up to them, despite the two of them never hanging out outside of their usual daily routine at the beach. it wasn't that muse b hadn't tried though, they kept inviting muse a over for dinner, or to even just go elsewhere for a change, but muse a always politely declined. he didn't really know how to be a person... but muse b understood him, no one else ever had. their friendship grew to a deep connection very quickly, however the elephant in the room was the fact there was clearly something more there, but neither of them addressed it... the way they looked at each other, the way they craved each others company...
this continued for months, until muse a finished his painting. that night, the two had spent the longest time yet at the beach. the sun had set, muse a even sat beside muse b, the two talking for hours as they watched the moon replace the sun. come the following day, muse b arrives happily at the beach, same time as always. they carried a bag full of a meal for both of them, as usual, even bringing beers this time. but as soon as hey stepped onto the stoney beach, eyes immediately going to find muse a in his usual spot, he wasn't there.
for the first time in months, muse a wasn't there, painting. muse b is utterly confused and rather heartbroken, not even having a number to contact muse a on as he didn't have a phone. sad and confused, muse b leaves and hopes to see muse a tomorrow... when muse b returns home, there's a parcel waiting for them. wrapped up rather messily, is muse a's painting. on the back, muse a had signed it along with a note. 'thank you for everything, friend.'
from that point onwards, muse a was merely a memory, whisked away with the wind with no means of contacting him.
years pass, muse b never forgets muse a, though never tells a soul about him and their connection.
that was until, 3 years later, muse b is on holiday with some friends and their new partner. its their second day of their trip, they are all beach ready and heading onto the sand with a picnic and plenty of drinks to go around. thats when muse b takes in the view, eyes scanning along the long beach that seemed to go on forever. but thats when he saw something he never thought he'd see again. in the distance, on the quiet side of the beach, stood a man, painting on an easel...
CONCLUSION
If you made it this far, thank you so much for your time! Please do feel free to shoot me a message if you like the sound of any of my plots. Also, if none of these plots are for you but you'd still like to write with me, please still get in touch! I'm more than open to hearing other ideas, plots and pairings, or even altering one of my pre-existing plots.
I look forward to hearing from you.
- hendi
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