#I’ll finish all the stuff in my inbox… eventually

[safety-writes-noms]

have some a quick little doodle comic as an apology for not being very active lately :’D. NONE OF THIS IS SHIPPING OKAY 💔. In my head Dante has a super duper warm, squishy stomach that’s perfect for taking naps. Vergil just wants to have a sparring session with Nero but Dante’s being annoying as per usual. Nero is just chilling out. Reblogs are very appreciated!

18+ blogs/NSFW blogs dni I’m a minor

[alonzoarts]

would it be so bad… if I skipped another day? My heart says yes, my body says no.

I think I’ll hit the hay.

[robbysreaders]

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader   word count: 2k and i have so many other ideas, lmk if you want more parts! notes: this one goes out to the nonny in my inbox when i asked for ideas! i kinda blended both your ex!reader and babydaddy!jack ideas! hope you enjoy!

You ended things amicably — as amicably as two people can when love’s still there but the capacity to hold it isn’t. Jack didn’t have space for you, your kid, his job, and his trauma. Something had to give.

But you co-parent well enough. There are bumps, but the rhythm is there.

Usually, handoffs are easy. He comes over, eats dinner with you both like old times, then wrangles Beau back to his place. But today’s different — off-cycle. You’re headed to the airport for a work trip, and Jack’s just wrapping up a shift, so you agree to meet at the hospital.

It feels strange walking in. You haven’t been back since the two of you ended things. There are plenty of familiar faces… and a few new ones.

The second Beau sees Jack, he’s wriggling out of your hand.

“Beau—no running in the ER—” you start, but he’s already barreling toward his dad.

“Oof, kiddo, remember we said soft hugs?” Jack laughs, catching him easily, hoisting him up into his arms.

Dana and Robby round the corner just then.

“Hey, look who it is!” Dana says, but Beau clams up, burying his face in Jack’s neck.

“Sorry, you know kids. He’s shy this early,” you say, brushing a hand down Beau’s back. “Be nice to Dana and Uncle Robby, baby.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen either of you around,” Dana says, pulling you into a quick hug. “I only get my Baby Beau fix from Instagram stories now.”

“Oh, I figured Jack would still be throwing his infamous backyard parties,” you say, trying to keep it light.

“Nope, those petered out. What’s it been—three years?” Robby glances at his watch, then at Jack with a pointed look.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize what he’s referencing.

Samira passes by next, lighting up at the sight of Beau. “Hi, Beau! Didn’t know I’d get to see you today!”

“Hi, ‘mira,” Beau murmurs, a soft smile still pressed into his dad’s shoulder.

“Sorry to interrupt, Jack—could I get your opinion on something before you head out?”

Jack looks around. You jump in before he has to juggle.

“I’ve got a few minutes. I can set him up in the lounge?”

Jack nods, grateful. “That would be amazing. It’ll just be a minute.”

As you head down the hallway, you catch a whisper from a pair of interns behind you.

“Damn, didn’t know Abbot married a hottie.”

Dana’s voice cuts in, dry: “Not married. She’s smart enough to not sign a contract with a guy who’s half in love with his job.”

You finish laying out Beau’s coloring book when Jack slips into the lounge, pouring himself a coffee, rubbing at one eye. That tired, end-of-shift look still gets you.

“You know, you could’ve told me you were d-a-t-i-n-g,” you say.

“Huh?” he blinks. “Want a cup?”

“I’m running late,” you wave him off. “And I don’t mind — I just think maybe we should tell each other when new stuff like that comes up. For his sake.”

Jack straightens, confused. “I have no idea what you're talking about. And you didn’t give me a heads up about Carl or Craig or whatever his name was.”

“Chris. And yeah, I should’ve told you. I did tell you, eventually. I’m working on being better about communication, and I’d hope you’d want the same.”

He sighs, then pulls you just outside the lounge, out of earshot.

“Okay, I don’t want to make you even later, but if we’re going to talk, then talk. Don’t allude to stuff — just say it.”

You exhale. “I thought maybe you and Samira were… seeing each other. From the way she spoke to Beau. And the looks from Dana and Robby—”

Jack actually laughs. “She’s 29. I’m her attending. We grab coffee, I mentor her. Sometimes when I have Beau, yeah. If that bothers you, I’ll keep it in mind. But I’m trying to be a good doctor. A good mentor. A good… whatever to you. And it still feels like I’m messing it all up. So just—don’t assume. Talk to me.”

You flush. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just stressed.”

He twists a strand of your hair between his fingers, gently. “Y’know… would take a lot of stress off both of us if you moved back in. We could split the chores. Carpool. Coordinate pickups. Plus, I can think of a few stress relievers we used to be real good at…”

You swat his hand. “Okay, sure. Ha. Ha. I’m going to say bye to Beau. See you Saturday.”

On your way out, you pass Dana outside on her cigarette break.

“You know, a couple doctors I know say those things kill you.”

She exhales a laugh. “Not if this job kills me first. Life’s too short already to deprive yourself of the things — or people — you love.”

“Sure, Dana.”

“Any time, missy. And just so you know… he’s different. He’s been going through it, but he’s doing the work. Seeing that therapist. Doesn’t come in as much on his days off. There’s some… balance there now.”

“Sure, Dana. Bye, Dana.”

But the thought lingers.

Two days into your trip, you’re feeling a bit lonely. It always hits harder when Jack has him. You don’t usually FaceTime when they’re together — boundaries. But this feels like an exception.

you: how’s my boy? jack: i’m doing great. how’s my girl? you: 🙄 you: how’s Beaujack: see, you gotta be more direct. a man could get confused jack: he’s great. hit a double. got a popsicle. we’re watching transformers for the 80th time. classic boys night. you: bad time to try to facetime?

Incoming Call: Jack Abbot (ICE)

You swipe to answer, suddenly aware of the dark circles under your eyes, still in the hotel bed after a full day of networking.

“Mooooommyyyy!” Beau’s voice shrieks through the phone. “I did so good at baseball and then got a treat and Daddy made pasta and we’re gonna watch a movie!”

“That sounds amazing, baby! Are you having a good time?”

“The best! When do you come back?”

“Three sleeps.”

“And then we have Mommy and Daddy time?”

“Of course. You think about what you want to eat, okay? I’ll pick it up on the way.”

“Okay. And then we all sleep here?”

You pause. “No, baby. Remember? I sleep at my house, Daddy sleeps at his. You sleep at either.”

He gets quiet. Your chest aches.

“Alright, time for jammies and teeth. Go get ready, kiddo.” you hear shouted from the other room.

“Okay, bye Mom!” he says, dropping the phone.

Jack’s face replaces the ceiling. “I like hearing your voice in the living room again. Makes the house feel full.”

“Jack. You gotta stop.”

“Just saying. Beau’s not the only one who likes the sound of you here. My offer’s still on the table.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure, Jack. Hey… would it be okay if I called again Friday? I know we don’t usually, but… I miss him.”

“You’re never a bother. I could strap the iPad to my chest, have you join us for the whole day.”

You laugh. “God, Jack. You really know how to make a girl’s night better.”

“Oh baby, don’t I always.”

“Bye, Jack.” you roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling when you hang up.

--

The weather turned halfway through your drive from the airport, and between the stop for food and the hike from the only available parking spot, it feels like you swam the last block.

Jack opens the door barefoot, in joggers and a hoodie, towel slung over his shoulder.

“Hey,” you breathe.

“Hey,” he says, eyes flicking down to your drenched clothes. “Jesus.” He reaches instinctively for your bag, handing you the towel, hand brushing yours. “C’mon. Let’s get you warm.”

You step inside. Beau’s already wrapped around your legs before you can shrug off your coat. Jack disappears into the kitchen, already dishing out dinner.

“You don’t have to—”

“Just eat,” he says, setting a bowl in front of you. “You’re freezing.”

You sit. The food’s still warm, garlicky, comforting. You glance up at him. “You’ve gotten better at this.”

“Ordering takeout?” he teases, leaning against the counter.

You laugh, shaking your head. “No… this.” You wave a hand vaguely at the house — the toys in the living room, the quiet rhythm of it all. “The parenting. The life stuff. You don’t seem rattled anymore.”

He gives a half-shrug. “Had to be better.”

You eat in companionable silence while Beau chatters from his spot at the table, recapping his week in half-sentences and excited tangents.

“Mom, can I watch a show while you finish?”

“Dad’s house, dad’s rules,” you say, looking to Jack.

“Sure thing, kiddo. But grab your gifts for Mom first — then one episode.”

Beau vanishes.

“Gifts?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Jack shrugs like it’s nothing. “Just some stuff he made. He’s proud of it.”

The silence that follows stretches, not quite awkward, but thick with something unspoken.

Then Jack says, low and clear, “I miss you.”

You look up, startled. Heart catching in your chest.

“I know I don’t say it often. Or the right way. But I do. I miss you. Not just the idea of you being around — you.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about how it felt, before things got hard. And… how lately, it’s been feeling like that again. When you’re here.”

You put your fork down, gently. “Jack…”

“I’m not asking to go back. Or to pretend the last few years didn’t happen. I’m just wondering if maybe we could try something new. Something more intentional.” He gestures faintly in the direction of Beau’s room. “We’ve already rebuilt the foundation, haven’t we?”

You study him. The steadiness in his eyes. The quiet way he’s offering — not demanding.

Finally, you exhale. “I didn’t think I’d get another version of you.”

“I didn’t think I had another version to give,” he says softly.

“So… what are you saying, exactly?”

“I’m saying I want you back,” he murmurs. “In the way that counts. I want to build this life with you — not just pass each other in it.”

You reach up, cup his cheek. “That’s a really nice speech.”

“I practiced,” he grins.

“You’re still kind of an idiot.”

His smile widens. He brushes a damp strand of hair off your forehead. “I said I’ve grown, not become a completely new person.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Okay. So how do we do this?”

“What?”

“I’m not just moving back in and jumping into bed with you, Jack. You still have a lot to prove.”

“Of course,” he says, straightening a bit. “I was thinking… maybe a family movie night tomorrow? Something easy.”

“Okay,” you nod. “I like the sound of that.”

“And if that goes well, maybe a grown-up movie night? I’ll wine and dine you. And we can make out in the back row like teenagers.”

You laugh, big and genuine. “I think I like the sound of that too.”

“God, I missed your laugh.”

The silence that settles then feels different. Full, not tense.

Then Jack says, almost too casually, “Oh — I’m switching to days.”

You blink. “Wait, what?”

“Robby and I talked. Figured I’d use this week off to reset my sleep schedule. I start the day shift officially tomorrow.”

Your jaw drops slightly. “Jack…”

“This isn’t about you. Well — a little. But it’s mostly about Beau. Nights just aren’t sustainable anymore, and I want a more stable schedule for him. It’s time.”

You reach up, fingers brushing the side of his hair. “Okay. But only if it’s right for you. I never wanted you to give up what you love.”

“I’m not giving up what I love,” he says, voice quiet but sure. “I did that three years ago. I’m just rearranging things now — so I don’t lose it again.”

You don’t answer with words.

You just kiss him. Soft. Certain.

And when Beau comes racing back in with a construction-paper-wrapped something clutched in his hands, he skids to a stop and grins.

“Are you guys kissing?”

Jack smirks against your forehead. “Yeah, bud. I think we might be.”

[lewismcqueen]

written in red. 04

vampire!lh x black!reader

read from beginning | 03 | 05

summary: you return to Hamilton's mansion to explore further. wc: 2k a/n: it's all coming together baby...not gonna give anything away but we are on the cusp of our first reveal. feel free to leave all theories and guesses in the comments or shoot them in my inbox!

Julia promises that you’ll never have to write another music-related article again, and you assume this means that soon you’ll have a bunch of election-related assignments lined up as an apology for making you write about pop stars and not politics. What it actually means is that you’ve now been assigned a series of op-eds on whatever asinine social media conversation has become relevant enough to get the publication a few extra clicks.

“Close enough, right?” she’d said over coffee, a smile playing on her round face that could almost be mistaken for apologetic. Julie pushes back a dark strand of hair. “You’ll get there eventually. Baby steps.”

You practically slam your laptop closed as soon as you hit your word count for the night, the green journal on your desk becoming more of a reprieve rather than a side project. Your hot pink Hello Kitty bookmark (a previous birthday gift from your editor) sticks out from one of the entries you had planned to finish before you had to take a call. The spine cracks a little as you open it to the same page.

“It’s been a few months now of this little disappearing act. I still find myself wanting to ride around the estate once in a while, even though it’s a terrible idea and I’ll surely be spotted. It’s quiet here, but sometimes I still hear the roar of someone’s car or motorbike in the distance and wish for the noise of the paddock. Charles made fun of me when I told him I still felt young enough to race. But I do!

Another thing I have gotten too used to: the cameras. It’s hard to picture life without a camera in my face, and now I find myself looking for them, even when there’s no chance that anyone would recognize me these days. I have never been afraid of being watched until now, when it should be certain that no one is watching at all. It’s been too long, people’s eyes aren’t as sharp and I’m not on TV all the time anymore. Wearing a hood certainly helps. People still come to the mansion, though. I just saw an advert for a ‘tour’. I don’t get the concept, but it seems to make people happy. They won’t find anything particularly special there, but they still come. Cameras and all. 

Sometimes I imagine myself sneaking onto the grounds in the middle of the night. I’d have a thing of gasoline in one hand, match in the other and just…light the whole thing up. The flames would lap up the front door first, then the first floor and upstairs bedroom. They’d travel up and up until they illuminate the whole sky, like one big bonfire. Maybe I’d even bring s’mores. Wouldn’t that be something? 

-LH”

You close the journal, a grin forming on your lips. The man was funny, you had to give him that. Not a ton of information here, but much is implied. For one, Hamilton lived out the rest of his days hiding in plain sight. How a man so recognizable managed such a feat was uncertain. You’d come across pap photos once where they had managed to catch him even in a hoodie and mask, recognizing him by his hands alone. He must’ve done something drastic to his appearance, in that case.

Second, people used to tour the estate once the man had made it clear that no other part of him would be accessible to the public anymore. That was clearly no longer much of a thing, but the weird stalker motorist and Mr. Posh could have been involved in upkeep in the years after.

Your phone vibrates next to you and interrupts your train of thought. It’s an email from your editor, speak of the devil.

Subject: Only cool people can read this Hey girlie! VIII’s team was deeply appreciative of your beautiful concert review. I know you’re tired of the music stuff, but his album will be releasing soon. His management got in touch with me and told me that the artist wants to personally invite you to the listening party! Highly recommend that you go, just to show your face. Details are attached below. Congrats! Best, Julia M.

You shut off your phone with an exasperated sigh. So much for a free weekend.

-

It’s a bright, sunny morning when you arrive at the mansion. You won’t have time to look around in the evening—you’ll be getting ready to schmooze at a listening party instead of investigating.

The cloudless blue sky seems to create space where there isn’t any, making everything feel like it has opened up. It makes the pointed roofs of the place look more majestic than imposing as you pull into the driveway. The plot of grass in the center is overgrown now, various flowering weeds and tall blades billowing in the wind as you make your way up to the entrance.

It smells just as old and damp inside as it did the first time as you walk past the coffee table where you’d found the journal. The stairs still creek beneath your white trainers, but they don’t seem as loud. Like the house is getting used to you. You climb past the first floor and proceed down a narrow hallway. The wallpaper is a deep green color that must have looked vital when it was new, but is now stained and dull beneath a layer of dust. You notice dark, rectangular indents in it that must have been framed photos or paintings. The floor continues to complain under your feet as you make your way to the end of the hall, where one of the doors to a room seems to have been left ajar.

You peak into the gap once you reach it, and gasp quietly. It’s a study. His study. The wallpaper matches that of the hallway, the room small enough to be cozy but not enough to feel cramped. 

The study toes the line between vague organization and complete chaos. One one side of the desk, manila folders are neatly sorted in a half-open file cabinet. A messy stack of papers is thrown into a crushed cardboard box on the other. You run a hand over the ornate wooden chair positioned in front of the desk, tilted away just slightly. You imagine someone rising abruptly, perhaps to storm out of the room. It strikes you how clean the surface of the wood is. There’s no dust. Has someone been in recently?

The desk itself seems to have been cleared of the usual office debris. There are, however, a couple of scattered greeting cards on the upper right corner. A birthday card, and another card for retirement. Not exactly news. There’s a picture frame on the opposite corner facing the arched window behind the desk, and you round the desk to take a look.

A large group of people stand in front of what looks to be a garage, all clothed in a uniform the same shade as your father’s jacket. Team photo. You’d recognize that Ferrari red anywhere. Your dad would be ecstatic to know that Hamilton had remained on the team right up until the end. 

A ray of light bounces off of two pieces of jewelry sitting next to the photo, and your gaze falls on them next. They’re both rings. One is very classic-looking, a red garnet stone encased in gold. It looks like something a mob boss might wear. The second one looks a bit strange - silver leaves encasing a single white pearl. Very avant-garde, you think. It’s delicate in the way you wouldn’t expect an old sportsman’s jewelry to be. That’s assuming it’s even his. No record of Hamilton ever having gotten married, but you don’t rule out the possibility. You pick it up to examine it more closely, turning it in the light.

You move to pick up the photo again with the ring still resting in the palm of your other hand, blowing off the dust that has created a film over it. Two men are squatting in the very front, and you identify the darker of the two as Hamilton himself. He’s beaming in his red racing suit, a bright yellow helmet between his knees. He has his signature braids tied back into a ponytail. Next to him is a pale brunette man with a square-ish jaw and light, sad-looking eyes. Likely his teammate, whose last name is escaping you. ‘Charles’ something…

Hold on. Charles. Hamilton mentioned him in his journal, making him another potential piece of the puzzle. The two had clearly been close enough to still be in contact long after the man had withdrawn from the public. He might be very old now, but still living. Could he know something…?

Just as you’re about to pull your phone out to look him up, a familiar noise rips through the air. An engine revving. You dare to draw closer to the window and look out into the driveway. Sure enough, he’s there, circling. It’s time to go.

Despite the distance, there’s no way the rider doesn’t see you sprinting out the front door (you really should have found an alternate exit) and towards where your car is parked, whipping out your keys at light speed to unlock it. As soon as you’re inside, you realize that there is metal still digging into your palm. You’re clutching onto something. Slowly, you open your hand.

Fuck, the ring! That’s definitely stealing, but you’ll have to return it a different day. Not like Hamilton will need it back any time soon. 

Pocketing the thing in your jacket, you floor it as soon as you’re able to pull out of the driveway. The motorist thankfully doesn’t appear in your rearview, but you hear him rev his engine in the distance. Like a warning.

-

You smooth a hand over the wide-legged black pants you’re wearing, paired with a form-fitting tube top and red pumps to offset all the black. The listening party was advertised to have been “exclusive”, but the size of the crowd could’ve had you fooled. In the months since you’d published your concert review, it seems that VIII has gained quite a few new friends in high places. You spot a couple of influencers snapping photos with both their phones and flashing digital cameras, several other artists with twice his listeners that you recognize in passing but can’t recall the names of, and two journalists whom you can distinguish by the open laptops and knitted brows. It’d be perfectly fitting for you to be here. That is, if you were a music journalist.

You still aren’t sure why you were invited; you’d made it clear to VIII’s manager over email that you wouldn’t be writing an album review, or live tweeting, or whatever. This wasn’t even your lane anymore. You’d only met the man twice anyhow. 

Speaking of which, the crowd erupts in applause as the man of the hour emerges from backstage. Even here, he’s still got the fencing mask on. The singer has on a black turtleneck, over which he has on a black leather jacket with a baggier fit. They’re paired with equally-baggy patterned denim jeans that fall over a pair of red Vans. He is given a handheld microphone, and you’re startled again by how quiet his speaking voice is even with the added amplifier.

“Thank you all for coming,” he says. “You definitely didn’t have to be here, spending your evenings listening to my music. My music! I mean…it’s still so crazy to think that enough people care about my art and my journey to fill a concert hall, to fill this room. This’ll be my first full album. And so, I wanted to use it to tell a full story that was worth sitting through the full hour to hear. I hope it is. Worth it, I mean. Enjoy.”

The crowd erupts in applause, and he takes a small bow before stepping off the low stage and approaching the scattered tables, where drinks have begun to be served. You expect him to sit near someone on his team, like a producer or even his manager. You raise an eyebrow in surprise when he takes the empty seat next to you. His movements are slow, tentative, his shoulders slightly hunched as he settles onto the leather stool. The fencing mask is facing you. If you could imagine the facial expression beneath it based on his tone, it would be a timid smile.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You tilt your head with a lopsided grin. “You’re already sitting here. And I’m not really sure why, to be honest.”

A soft chuckle. “What do you mean? I owe, like, half my career to you!”

“Please,” you wave a dismissive hand, “You were already gaining traction by the time I wrote that review.”

“But it was a damn good review. I’d be an asshole not to invite you.”

As kind as the gesture is, you regret sitting where VIII could see you, especially as you’re now sipping idly on champagne. You feel his eyes on you the entire time the album plays despite them not being visible. In the middle of the second track, your phone suddenly buzzes in your pocket. You wait until the singer seems focused on the front of the room, and pull it out discreetly.

It’s a notification from a news article, and the headline makes your blood run cold.

BREAKING: HAMILTON MANSION GOES UP IN FLAMES, AUTHORITIES SUSPECT ARSON.

You shut off your phone with a trembling hand, setting it down on your lap as you stare blankly ahead. Someone has just set part of a man’s legacy on fire, and you’re certain that you are to blame.

[amomentsescape]

Hi! I love your stuff, especially for the slashers. Wanted to ask for them (the slashers, specifically including michael, bubba, jason and stu) with a reader who wants to join them in killing/wants to try it with them? Out of curiosity or wanting to help them or some morbid desire, the reasons up to you. If you end up doing this then thank you! <3

Slashers with Reader Who Wants to Kill with Them

A/N: Thank you so much! I’ve included the specific Slashers you requested. But I wasn’t sure if you were asking for just them or if you wanted all of them. If you’d like to see the others, feel free to pop in my inbox again, and I’ll make a part II! :)

Michael Myers

Michael was drawn to you for a reason

There had always been a bit of darkness brewing in you, so being with a serial killer only brought that out more

When you brought up the idea of you joining along, Michael was unsure at first

He felt that you may be too fragile to risk the danger

Although terrible at showing it, he didn't want you to end up dead

But when you kept insisting, he finally gave in

You were just forced to not leave his sight the entire time

He doesn't like you getting to the target first

He'll let you finish the job (sometimes), but he wants to be the one to knock them down

He would also want you to use a knife during the killings

Anything loud would be an immediate no

When he realizes that you may like killing as much as he does, this soon becomes a regular thing for you both

It's as romantic as Michael will ever get

He teaches you different areas on the body to target

Shows you shortcuts along the paths so you can always get to your target

But he'll be there to help you out if things go south, of course

Just don't expect him to share all of this secrets

He enjoys having that advantage over you

If you get badly injured though, it's game over

Jason Voorhees

He's pretty iffy about this at first too

His mother is the main driving force behind his crimes, so although he doesn't mind killing, it's not pure passion that drives him

So when you shared that you were interested in doing what he does, he felt a little confused

Your safety is his number one priority, so he would be pretty adamant to not let you do it at first

However, if you put your foot down, he'll give in

Will give you your very own weapon (something quiet) and teach you how to use it

Would probably bring home some random victim for you to try to kill the first time around

He wants to make sure you really want to do this (and being at home meant you were safer)

If you tell him that you truly enjoy it, then he'll take you out with him

But don't leave his sight

He'll become very pouty if you run off

He's very sweet to you after everything either way though, carefully using warm water to wipe off the sweat and blood from your face

Bubba Sawyer

The hardest one to convince out of these

You just wanted to help him and his family out, but he continuously refused

Bubba doesn't even really kill for enjoyment

He does it because it's how his family survives (or so he's been told)

So you wanting to join is mind boggling to him

It's way too dangerous anyways

But he is quite a softie for you so if it's really important, he'll eventually give in

Always has to be there and helping you though

He won't let you do anything on your own

Will give you a run down of the land and help you memorize the layout

Sounds of joy whenever you kill someone yourself

He's very sweet with cleaning you off after too

But if he sees even one scratch or bruise, he will not let you outside for a long time

You basically have to repeat the begging and reasoning with him all over again before he considers letting you help him after that

Stu Macher

Hell yeah

Stu is all over this and is basically over the moon

Killing wasn't exactly in your things to do, but the more you watched Stu come home with a high, the more you wanted to try it out

He starts rambling about what your outfit should be, where to get the best knife, who would make the best target, etc.

Wouldn't let you do any killings on your own at first

He has to make sure that he is just a few steps away so that he can help you if things don't go as planned

Seeing you in blood is an immediate turn on

He will definitely make out with you over the dead bodies

Constant praises over what you did right and how hot you looked doing it

Raiding the victims' pantries and eating their food after everything

He especially loves to shower with you at the end of the night and hold you close

All of this gets to the point where he doesn't even want to go on a killing spree unless you're there by his side

[sociopathicartist]

heyy! could I request a headcanon about UT, US, and UF Sans playing dress to impress? i just can't get the mental image of UF Sans putting all his effort into this game just to shit on other contestants LMAOFHFJ

Hey! thanks so much for requesting, this was such a nice and lighthearted writing to work on :3

Classic, Fell, and Blue playing Dress to Impress

<> - Classic (Undertale)

When you suggested the fashion game when the two of you were beiging out on the couch, Sans, your yes man, didn’t think much of it when he agreed. It was just that one dress-up game he’s seen online that reminded him of the used-to-be-popular ‘Fashion Famous’, and you had been letting him pick the games you both played for most of the night, so why not?

He kept picking silly outfits at first, but eventually, he got a bit more into the rounds and enjoyed matching his outfit with yours occasionally, even when he didn’t understand what the theme asked of him.

Even if it is unfair, he always votes your outfits a whopping 5 stars.

“Sans, you have to vote fairly, you can’t give me 5 stars every time.”

“hm? i don’t know what you’re talking about, seems pretty fair to me.”

“Sans…”

-

<> - Fell (Underfell)

“i’m not playing some dumb fashion game.”

He was set on it, denying your requests to play the Roblox game that he had seen several memes of when scrolling online in bed next to you. Besides, you both played video games all the time and he let you pick whatever silly ones you wanted, so it was fine for him to deny you this so that he could keep the very small, thin shred of pride he still had around you.

But then you had a horrible day at work, and while he was hugging you in his arms and rubbing your back, he decided to try and cheer you up with something he knew you wanted.

“howz about that game you’ve been wanting to play, hot stuff?”

He got INTO it. Leaning forward on the couch, his laptop almost right in front of his face as he struggled to try and match his outfits to the theme before he sighed in relief and leaned back on the couch after getting onto the podium for one of the highest-ranked outfits, glancing to you after a few seconds and asking you if you’d like to play another round.

-

<> - Blue (Underswap)

Surprisingly, (or not) Blue was the one to ask you to play the game with him.

“I WANT TO PLAY THIS” He had told you, holding his phone screen up to your face to show you the screen of the game he wanted to play.

Since he usually was keener to board games and physical, interactive entertainments, it was a bit strange for him to suggest playing Roblox out of everything, let alone Dress to Impress. But, of course, you agreed to play with him, it sounded like good quality bonding time.

He became extremely invested in the lore of the game. He wanted to see all the secret rooms, the keywords and separate games that were added on, and all of the horrific backgrounds that made the fun and lighthearted fashion game suddenly extremely interesting. When you two had finished playing and decided to cuddle for most of the night to pass the time, he ended up watching several theories on YouTube as he played with your hair, trying to find out more about the lore of the game.

“Sans, we need to go to bed, you have work in the morning.”

“BUT, BEAUTIFUL, I HAVE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT LANA!”

Sorry these are a bit shorter, i’ve been under HEAVY writer's block these past few months for some reason… Since school is back I’ll try to tough it out until I find my jam again and get my inbox chowed down on so I can appease you my lovelies :3

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Spring Cleaning Update:

Hey there, everyone! First and foremost, Happy Wednesday - I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourselves the best way that you can.

Secondly, I figured that now o’clock seems like a good time to share some updates since it’s been a while and some things are changing.

Writing Things:

I’m going to be slowly but surely migrating to AO3 as my main fic posting place. A long ago version of me once thought that I’d keep up with posting to both places but I quickly learned that I’m a one trick pony (one site poster) and at the time, tumblr became the numero uno. But with all this talk of it not being around anymore, I’m jumping back over to the archive.

New chapters of ongoing wips will still be posted here until the wheels fall off. (until tumblr dies or the fic is finished) I’m going to start cross posting with shorter pieces/one shots, but the goal is to get it all on AO3. But until further notice, you’ll be able to find new chapters to ongoing series here as well as eventually there.

New stories will only be posted to AO3. I’ve already started this with The Contractor. I’ll still make announcement posts here when new chapters are up, again, until the wheels fall off, but new stuff will only be posted to AO3.

I’ll still be here in the meantime! My inbox is still always open, and so are my DMs. I’ll still be here to chat and gush about fictional characters and do tag games and support other writers and other members of the community and all that jazz!

But in case of fire, I’m also on discord. Same name over there, same dashes between the words. I’m not always the quickest to respond, but feel free to come say hi!

The March Fic Madness Mega Masterlist is live! Come and get your fic recs, folks! And if you’re still compiling your rec list, no worries! Send me a message or tag me whenever it’s complete and I’ll add you!

Bonus update: Currently working on Survivor Blues and The Contractor, so expect some Joel soon!

Putting the rest under the cut because it’s personal stuff and that’s probably not why you’re here.

Personal Things:

Mental health? Not good. Not going to mince words, I’ve been struggling a lot more than I ever really have before, for a longer period than I ever really have before. (I know that I’m in no way the only one going through this, especially right now with the world in the fucking toilet, and I’m so sorry to anyone else in this boat. It sucks so damn bad.) It’s been so long since I’ve actually felt like myself at this point that I’m worried that I’d walk right past her on the street. Being ground into the dirt for a prolonged time is just making it very hard to stand back up recently. I’m very lucky to have a great support system, so that does help a ton, though most days I still feel like my brain is in the dark and my lungs are shrink wrapped too tightly.

Physical health? Ha! Because of the aforementioned issues, I definitely physically feel like garbage most of the time, too. I haven’t slept a solid 6 hours in months at this point and I look it. I’ve also lost weight that I didn’t want/couldn’t really afford to lose, and I look it. Headaches and racing heartbeats have become a new normal that I absolutely hate. The very second that I have access to healthcare (unfortunately I’m uninsured at the moment) I will be seeking medical help for both the mental and the physical issues, but until then I’m doing what I can to keep on trucking.

Okay two bad things are enough, how about a good one? I’m starting to focus a little more of my attention and energy (when I can) on some original fiction! I’m challenging myself to submit pieces to writing contests as well as literary magazines, and I’m planning to partake in nanowrimo this November. My first deadline for a flash fiction (1k words or under) contest is in a few days, and it’s a spooky themed event!

Okay! I think we’re all good and caught up, now. (Bad and caught up, too.) If you have made it this far, please know that I’m sending you a hug through the internets. 🫂 💚

[katherynefromphilly]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

Because @tansyuduri asked… ;)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

18

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

640,000

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Merlin, now — in the past, also Spider-Man, Star Wars and Star Trek

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. And like the cycle of the year, we begin again, 2. Our destinies our own, 3. The word you’re looking for is consort, 4. Ever onward, through magic, through love, 5. Sweet dreams of mistletoe.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes. Um. I mean. Eventually, yes. My inbox is, er, a little full right now. Sorry about that, lovely people!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I feel like maybe ‘the return of magic (on dragon’s wings)’ has the angstiest ending, because we’re sending Merlin off to wait for Arthur 1,500 years and Gwen off to rule the kingdom alone. Until she and Leon hook up I mean. ;)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Wait and see.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Of course. It’s rare but it does happen. I am a huge believer in “no anonymous comments” and “delete comment” and “block user”. I lived through the early internet and had to deal with the trolls and flamewars. If I can block that stuff now, I will.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I’ve written everything from explicit to gen. The story dictates the sex. Our destinies was the smuttiest of the Merlin series, because it depicted the beginning of a relationship between two sexually active adults, and typically people go at it like horny little rabbits in that honeymoon phase.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Just once, a Bounty Hunters / The Fall crossover, posted as anonymous. And yes, that one is the craziest. But the characters were nuts to begin with so. You know.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Probably? I think anyone who has a highly rated fic probably has it published somewhere. I do look sometimes — including made-up Brittonic phrases in a story is an excellent way to find things online — but haven’t seen it yet. I’m sure it’ll happen though.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, and I would like to send my huge thanks to all the people who have, or who are currently, translating We Begin Again. What a huge effort!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

The kids call it “spirk” these days, which still makes me think of bodily fluids. To me it will always be K/S (pronounced by fandom grammas as “kay-ess”)

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There’s a WIP sequel to “Just a Face on a Train” that’s called “One Night Out” that I really doubt I’ll ever finish. You never know though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing in character, I think. I’ve always written that way. I think it’s just how my brain is wired. Like… I want to see more of canon. So that’s what I write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses.

SPEED. *laughing through tears*

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Are we talking about writing dialogue in another language? Or writing foreign language in a story? I doubt I’ll ever be good enough at foreign languages to do that first thing. But writing foreign language within your English language story… I did that in We Begin Again, and tried to keep the sentences short enough, with English replies, so that the contest was clear. And then put translations at the end of the story for the linguistic nerds. ;)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Battlestar Galactica (the original version)

20. Favorite fics you’ve written?

I’ll always have a soft spot for “Just a Face on a Train”, the story that Tobey Maguire and Spider-man 2 prompted me not only to write, but to post online. That was the first story I shared beyond a couple of friends. And the reception I got on ff dot net was so supportive that it brought me to where i am. Also, obviously, I have a huge soft spot for We Begin Again, because that one brought me further into fandom, and enabled me to get to know so many people, and talented creators, and real life friends. :)

Tagging @bluesimplicity73 and @lenetaylor and anyone else who wants to participate!

[beelikesbirds]

hi wow i’m finally making an intro post!! my name is jess (or bee or whatever other variation of my url that you want i suppose)! welcome to my blog! it’s mostly reblogging things but i make the occasional original post <3

ok i’m putting everything else under a cut bc i don’t want to be too long LOL

fandoms i’m in/stuff i like (in no particular order)

- the magnus archives/protocol

- my hero academia

- ace attorney

- red dead redemption 2 (i haven’t played the first one yet i’ll get around to it eventually i swear 😭)

- books (especially grady hendrix, ryan la sala, mindy mcginnis, and i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson)

- bugsnax

- stranger things

- psych

- ducktales

- pokemon

- miraculous

- many MANY other things that escape me at this moment!

i’m also really into biology and nature so you might see a fair bit of that on here

i write sometimes!!! i haven’t actually finished anything in forever but i have a couple of original stories/series/cartoons (???) in the works that i’m sort of obsessed with so those will probably see the light of day at some point (please know that if you ask about them you WILL be opening a can of worms whether you wanted to or not LOL)

i also draw! rn i’m mostly just doodling and practicing and such bc soooo many little people live in my head but alas i do not have the skills to get them out yet. you may see some of that if it’s ever where i want it to be as well! i’m also learning to animate, so that’s been cool.

i’m sort of completely awful at starting conversations (even with people i know well) BUT that doesn’t mean i don’t want to talk to people!! forever the anxious introvert’s dilemma. i’m trying to get better i swear. anyway, all this to say my inbox and dms are always open if you ever want to chat! :))

tags:

art: #bee likes art

writing: #bee likes writing

original text posts in general: #bee likes talking

[harringtonstilinski]

Armageddon It - Eddie Munson (Smut) ; Teaser

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 371 Warnings: none Requested: no | yes; Smut (Minors DNI): no | yes, 18+; eventually in the real fic once posted A/N: Hi, friends! Here's little teaser for the Eddie fic I was supposed to write for a challenge back in March with @stevesxyellowxsweater, but life ended up getting in the way, but I'm gonna finish it and post it in full, hopefully, soon!! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

eddie munson masterlist

eddie munson playlist

You were already feeling a little tired, so agreeing to Eddie’s offer of watching a movie seemed like the next best thing. As you walked back into the trailer, you set your stuff back down on the small kitchen table before walking to the couch, plopping yourself down while releasing a deep breath before yawning, “What did you want to watch?”

“None of that rom-com shit you like to watch,” he chuckled.

“Well, none of that horror shit you like to watch,” you retorted, smiling at the end to show him that you were joking.

He chuckled, sitting down next to you after he popped a movie into the player, the remote in his hand. Putting his arm around the back of the couch, he smirked, the trailers playing on the screen, the brightness of the screen lighting up his features.

Looking from him back to the tv, you groaned, a small bit of fear crossing your features. “Eddie. I hate this movie. Why would you pick this movie?”

“What’s wrong with this movie?” he asked, tapping his heels on the floor, his legs having been spread since he sat down.

“It’s fucking creepy!” you whined. “And I feel bad for the little piggie!”

“Well, I, for one, like the Horned King.” “Of course you would. The Black Cauldron is right up your freaking alley.” Crossing your arms, you scrunch your brows, wallowing in your discomfort causing Eddie to lightly chuckle to himself.

Not ten minutes into the film, and you were burying your face into Eddie’s shoulder, your hands up by your cheek. “Oh, fuck!” you exclaimed. This made Eddie chuckle, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, making your face go from his shoulder to his chest, your eyes peeking out from between your fingers. 

“Turn it off, turn it off,” you whimpered as the Horned King spoke on screen.

“How I’ve thirsted to be a god,” the Horned King said.

“You’re fucking creepy as shit, man! You’re no god! You’re just a devil with horns!”

Laughing, Eddie tightened his grip on your shoulders. “That’s the point, babe.” He didn’t mean to use the nickname, it just slipped out. Not that it didn’t feel good rolling off of his tongue.

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! i hope y’all liked this, and it got y’all excited for the rest of the fic!! i’m working as hard as i can to get it finished and posted. again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Note: i know that some of y’all are waiting to see your requests, and i promise i’ll get to them. the writer’s block hit really bad, and i've just been really focused on reading/listening to books.

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If you’re tagged and didn’t want to be, please let me know.

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Posted on August 11, 2024

[yoongleboonglepie]

omggggg! Everytime I think you’re not going to cliffhang me, you do!🤣🤣🤣

so much to unpack. It’s 00:15am and I’m silently screaming while reading this chapter.😭 That creepy thing gave me literal chills. Like I felt that and it just made me realise even more HOW GREAT OF A STORYTELLER YOU ARE! I just finished the chapter and I’m nervous for the rest, excited but nervous! Hella NERVOUS.

poor Jk. Ugh, my Shayla. But it makes sense that he’s the psycho pomp…as for whoever is dying…I don’t even want to speculate.

And romance? ABSOLUTELY NOT MR SECRETIVE.💀✋ like it doesn’t HAVE to be Jk. But no, no,no for Jimin who is being followed by Ghosts…like? Those three that aren’t in the gang of ghost hunters ARE HIDING SOMETHING! 😭✋ and I knewwwwww Jimin was onto something…okay you told us…but Jimin, Taehyung and Jhope? SUS!

and him asking if Tae was a good egg? Like? I’m screaming. Tae is a sus egg and soon we’ll know why. If he’s good, I’ll apologise. Even Jin, he definitely knows more than he’s saying.

I’m glad Yoongi and Namjoon are good friends she can confide in. Even Jk too. That’s sweet.

like her mom was concerned about the ghost guys when there are more under her nose?😭✋

like I don’t know if I can wait till next week. I’ll have to of course, but WOW! I’m trying not to spoil, but I have QUESTIONS and I’m just so confused but also I feel like my gut is right.

anyway, thanks for a great chapter!

STOP LMAO I"M LIVING FOR YOUR POST CHAPTER DEBRIEFS

Thank you!!! I always get nervous for the spooky stuff because after writing it and editing it, it loses spook factor to me so I'm like..."Is this even doing anything?"

Also, my wife calls JK her Shayla all of the time and the scream that I scrumpt....are you guys the same person????

PFFFFTT MR.SECRETIVE LOLOLOL

He is pissing us all off rn isn't he...

SO MANY QUESTIONS, SO MANY ANSWERS that will eventually come with time 👀👀👀👀👀

(also, p.s.- I got your other inbox, and I won't post it here yet because you're quite the detective and might be onto something 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀. Don't stop though, I love it).

Love ~Delyn

[ohbo-ohno]

I’m kinda just living on your blog at this point. It’s all so good and I’m down so bad for the puppy play stuff 🫣 and I can’t stop thinking about ghost and soap just being like “you wanna be outside so bad? You wanna leave? Okay then!” And then tying reader to like a post in the garden where they can’t get away and just leaving them there - 💙

I wanted to finish some wips and post something on Ao3 in September but between how many good asks I’ve gotten here and Kinktober prep I don’t think I’m going to 🫠 I hate that I uploaded one (point five) thing and am probably not gonna post anything until kinktober but! whatever! I’ll spend October finishing some of my other stuff lol. Thank you for the compliment btw!!!!!! Means the world 💞

I don’t know if you could tell based on anything I’ve posted but I do, in fact, love puppy play. I’m also always wanting to make it darker in my head but i don’t want to take it tooo far in dlmliyh lol.

(Also I have an ask in my inbox about Ghost making you piss on newspapers and I WILL be getting to it because ohhh man. Mean puppy play has me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)

You begging for outside time so Johnny and Ghost tie you down to a stake in the yard??? RIGHT up my alley. They gotta make sure you don’t run away! Ghost watching you pout from the window. You’re so cute all naked in the dirt, sitting with your head dropped low. Pouty little baby. Johnny goes out eventually, tries to convince you to play with him a little bit. Maybe plays catch with you lol

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: Scout/Pyro - Decorations

Summary: Perhaps something silly with Pyro and Scout drawing together! It could be more platonic or more romantic, I genuinely don't mind either way.

I didn't get enough winter/winter holiday themed requests so I took several from my normal list and made them themed so. Which in hindsight, I maybe should've just decided to do from the start since they've been sitting in my inbox for so long already.

~

“What do you mean we can’t get more decorations? The Christmas party is like our big thing before we all leave for like ages. We gotta decorate for it.” And Scout wasn’t going to admit it out loud but he quite liked decorating the common room for it with everyone willing to assist. It was fun.

Engie frowned at him as he finished dropping the last of the water logged, partially moldy cardboard boxes that had once contained all the base’s Christmas decorations in the garage’s trash bin. “Son, in case you somehow forgot with how gosh dang cold it is, we’re on top of a damn mountain currently. The drive down to the nearest town is four hours in good weather. Which it is currently but that’s still far too long to for any of us to want to put up with for something that ain’t needed. We went yesterday to stock up with enough food and supplies to last ‘til we all leave for holiday. You should’ve said something before then.”

Scout followed him back into the warmer part of the base because it was indeed quite cold. “We didn’t know everything was ruined yesterday.” It was just this morning they’d pulled the boxes out and found them and most of what was inside ruined. They’d search through most of it, looking for anything salvageable with almost not success.

Those boxes had been left to sit and rot in the leaky back corner of the storage area since they’d moved into this base several months ago. The base hadn’t been warm enough to allow the leak to drip so they’d all missed it at the time, resulting in their current predicament. “It’s not fair.”

Engie shrugged. “Sorry but that’s just how it is. We’ll have a real tree this year though so it ain’t all bad.”

“Yeah but a Christmas tree isn’t a proper Christmas tree unless it’s not a star and stuff on it.”

No response this time so after a few more seconds of no sign of Engie changing his mind, Scout headed off. Technically he could steal the car and go by himself. But while he did have some experience driving in snow, nothing like what was out there. And his reckless driving had gotten him banned from using the team van – which he’d never had any desire to fight because it was more work to drive anyway – and thus he hadn’t driven at all in over a year. So his chances on the road weren’t great. Respawn could snatch him up but it could do nothing to save him from the team’s wrath if he totaled their only form of transportation that wasn’t Engie’s two man truck. And he didn’t want to risk doing that to all of them anyway. Meaning he was stuck.

He did know someone who would commiserate with him though. Even if he hadn’t even tried to argue with Engie’s decree, Pyro had seemed just as disappointed as Scout, if not more so, when pulling out the boxes to find them ruined.

It took a bit of searching but he eventually found Pyro in his room. The door was unlocked, allowing Scout to just walk in.

Pyro was standing at his table, piling stuff into a box at the edge of it. Curious, Scout stayed quiet as he stepped closer, allowing him to see into the box before Pyro could spot him. … It was his art stuff. Mostly paints but pencils and markers too.

“Why you packing up your stuff?”

Pyro didn’t startle, indicating he’d heard Scout come in and hadn’t minded. “I’m putting it in a box so I can move it easier. It’s good you’re here though because I need some of your paper and pencils and maybe some of Spy’s stuff too and probably some scissors and glue too.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll help you gather stuff.” It’s not like Scout had anything better to do right now. “What you planning on making?”

“Christmas decorations. We don’t have any and can’t go buy any so I’m gonna make some. You want to help?”

“Oh, uh… yeah, sure. That’s a good idea actually.” It hadn’t even occurred to Scout as an alternative to make their own decorations. They wouldn’t be super durable or fancy but it’d be far better than nothing. And well, doing art with Pyro was always fun. Working on a big project like this together would likely be even more so.

[dreaming-medium]

Let me first say that the way I scream when I see your updates should be studied. I was partially awake this morning when I checked my phone & once I saw your update, I woke straight up! Who needs energy drinks when a new Animals without Direction chapter drops?!?

Second, the way I’ve been wanting to reread this story all the way through again has been clawing at me. I’ve just been waiting for a chapter to end with some happiness & hope & I feel like we’re almost there! It’s giving a chapter or two more, I feel it! ( I took you saying that this was the last serious torture chapter as a way to say they will be released by next chapter lmao)

I hope you know that to me, this story is the BEST skz , specifically OT8, story I have read & I’ve read a lot. Not one of the best, THE best. Truly, nothing compares to this one for me. I can’t wait to see just how far it goes.

EEEE I’m so glad you love it so much!!!

Also I legit just got so happy seeing your username in my inbox again 💖

It’s so funny you would say you want to reread it since I literally reread my own fic constantly LOL I eat up my own writing like “Daaaaamn this is so good?”

My plan once I eventually finish the series is to go back and do some big time edits! I know I also want to add stuff to the story too once everything is said and done :) there’s some little scenes that I maybe didn’t have the energy to write at the time that i would want to put in there. Like I keep kicking myself for not putting more Jisung time in there when they were traveling back before the MC got injured!

So I would highly recommend a reread after it’s finished ;))

I am serious when I say better times are juuuuuuust ok the horizon! Pinky promise! Our girl needs some love and care right now 💖💖

🥺🥺 oh my goodness. Thank you. Really. That means so much to me, you have no idea. I promise I’ll keep up the great work for you 💖💖 much much love to you!!

[goblinontour]

What are you planning on writing next? Excited for next fetus fic ngl

ok my tumblr crashed right as i finished writing my response to this so i’ll try to remember everything i said😭

so i have a couple requests for fetus!al, one of them would be more innocent and awkward and all that, and in the other he’d be more cocky and arrogant

i also have some other requests i’ve been keeping in my inbox so i don’t forget about them and i wanna get to those as well. there’s one about car!al having a breeding kink, one with humbug/early sias!al touching himself and getting caught by reader, and i still have that idea about the whole saltburn dracula alex you know.

idk what to write😭 i’m open to ideas and i wanna get to all of them eventually, i’ll try my best

maybe let me know what you’d want to see most cause i honestly can’t decide, my mind is pretty full of mr turner stuff and that’s what comes easiest

[foreingersgod]

✩ 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

please check my masterlist to see who i am currently writing for and my finished works

at the moment, i will NOT be writing hardcore smut, but i’ll write some spicy stuff (i.e. making out, showering together) and maybe a little smut.

any form of writing that includes explicit homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism or other forms of hate will not be tolerated on this page and will not take requests that ask me too write that. if there is a story that you request that implies those things as a form of background for either the reader or the person you are requesting, i will accept those. just as long as it doesn’t promote those things, it should be ok.

likewise, i will not write anything related to pedophilia or things like that

my inbox will be open pretty much all the time (even if it says closed) if it says closed, that just means i have a lot already sent in and it’s taking longer than normal to fulfill them

with that in mind, i am a full time student in college right now and can only average a certain amount of requests. so just know i do see your requests and i will get to them eventually

when requests are sent to my inbox, i fulfill them in chronological order, but sometimes i just want to write whatever and will choose what i like best!

and finally, if you have any questions or concerns, just message me or send a question to my inbox, i’m happy to help <3