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sorry ive continued to not post for the past few months, depression has been winning :/

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anon? where'd ya go?

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FUCK. WRONG BLOG.

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omgomg hi, i know your requests are closed but do you still write for herobrine?

I still take suggestions, it's just not a guarantee I'll do them, but I love hearing other's ideas in hopes in being inspired. Technically, yes, I still very much enjoy the Hero of Brine. lol tbh my biggest reason I've only written for him like, a couple of times, is cuz alot of my fic ideas for him end up being too ambitious for me to ever finish, ha ha.

TLDR: Yes I'm open to hearing ideas for Herobrine fics. 👍

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WIP preview: Beetle Bubblegum [title not final]

About: Sequel to Scorpion Lollipop. Original placeholder title being Wasp Gasoline.

Been having alot of trouble pacing this fic. I know what I want the climax to be, but figuring out how to actually get there has been, difficult. Took me a long time to figure out how I was gonna even open the fic, but I eventually settled on having one of the other two dwarves that got much less attention be the main perspective, at least for the intro.

Anyways, wanted to prove I'm still working on this, albeit far slower than I'd like, so I hope y'all like this.

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There was blood on the floor.

It was one of the first things Engineer had noticed, after stepping out of his pod. A dried crimson trail on the metal floor of the space rig, one end vanishing behind the closed doors of medical bay.

That couldn't be right, Scout had been sick and vomiting, not bleeding. He would’ve remembered if the other dwarf had left a bloody mess on the rig, would've stumbled across it while going about his post mission business.

Gaze wandering down the other direction, he noticed the trail did not lead up to the drop pod, but instead led to one of the many lifts inside the rig.

Curiosity and unease itched at his brain, and he scratched it, following it.

The trail continued up the lift, and another, until Engineer had realized it had guided him up to the restricted area, the blood trail devolving into a smeared mess upon the metal floor. The end of the line, or more likely by the spread, the beginning.

Oh, the jet boots weren't up here anymore. A shame.

Still, their absence didn’t explain what the hell had happened up here. The most likely injury in there area would’ve been from falling due to overheated jet boots, but that didn't align with the red mess up here, nor the jet boots' absence.

Shame he wasn't Driller, maybe then he might've been able to identify who’s blood it was by smell alone.

Wandering back down the way he’d came, with no reprimand from Mission Control for poking around up there, Engineer decided to check the other end of the trail, see if the injured dwarf was still in medbay.

They should’ve been with all the blood they'd lost.

The medical bay was dark as he poked his head in, noticing one of the shitty medbay pillows left on the floor by the door.

Odd. What was it doing all the way over here?

Sensing his presence, the room lit up, revealing the other end of the trail right next to the assigned drone, and an empty disheveled bed.

Empty. Nobody was in here, not even Scout, seemingly recovered enough to return to his own room during the night cycle. That was a relief off of his back, but still didn't answer the pressing and much more concerning matter at hand.

Who had bled all over the space rig floor?

But with no one else yet awake to answer, Engineer slunk out of the bay in defeat, returning to his morning routine. He'd find out later, eventually, he just needed to be patient.

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WIP preview: Your coworker is a monster (chapter 4)

About: Ah yes, my FNAF fanfic where Moon hunts you for sport, that's been on hiatus for nearly 3 years.

Original reason I dropped this fic was because while working on another fic, I forgot this one existed (thank you ADHD very cool). After that, once I did remember it again (thanks to someone commenting on the fic), I got overwhelmed with trying to pace it well, too stressed about both keeping it interesting while keeping the tension at a good pace. There's a reason I'm bad at long fics, and struggling with pacing is one of them, with the main reason being I have to fistfight my adhd to try and finish it (and often lose). Tbh I was so stressed about the pacing being wrong, I was going to completely scrap this intro. I'm glad I didn't.

Not sure when I'll finish this, currently focused on other fics like Red red red, sequel to Scorpion Lollipop, and the The Devil Never Left series, but I wanted to share the intro I wrote for the next chapter, just in case the fic remains stuck in eternal hiatus hell.

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You didn’t feel rested when you finally woke, the sinking feeling of dread chaining you down like a boulder in your guts. Exhausted, but unable to rest, only nightmares waiting behind closed eyelids.

No rest for the weary.

Anxiety gnawed at your mind, a desperate rabid animal, foaming at the mouth as it sunk its fangs deep into your thoughts, infecting them with a stress and panic that clogged your ability to think. Your body ached with the tightness of your limbs, taunt and ready for a danger that wasn't there, well, not yet.

Lumbering out of bed, your legs guided you to your little kitchen out of instinct, reaching for the instant coffee despite knowing it would only make the rabid anxiety more restless. The short comfort of its warmth and reprieve from exhaustion felt worth the consequences, the taste being one of them.

Perhaps, once the first paycheck came in, you'd get yourself an actual decent tasting coffee.

Despite your eagerness for that relief, you nearly burnt your tongue on the first sip, the jolt of pain shocking you awake with a shot of adrenaline, nearly spilling the boiling contents. You stopped, frozen, reeling from the near accident, before you placed the mug down, handle leaving your hand.

You couldn't do this.

A shudder and gasp. A quiet whimper.

You had to do this.

Bagged eyes glancing up at the microwave clock, you let out a sigh, shoulders slumping.

Maybe it wasn't as bad as you imagined. Maybe, in your exhausted and anxiety induced delirium, you'd assumed the worst was true. Maybe, yeah, maybe it just liked scaring you. After all, it hadn't hurt you, only tried to scare you, like an actor from a haunted house. Yeah, that had to be it.

For the sake of your sanity, you pushed down the little voice in your head that screamed otherwise, all the warning signs it wasn’t game, an intuition that harm would came to you. Your head was much quieter without it.

Leaving the coffee to cool, you grabbed a package of instant ramen, your hunger making itself known as the stress unclogged itself from your mind.

Everything was going to be okay, you just had to play along for a few weeks.

It had to be.

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I hate this dialogue. I despise it so much.

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Feeling bad about not having finished anything yet, might post some previews of WIPs later to give y'all something to snack on.

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Had the energy to reply to a few comments. I'll reply to the rest later, eventually.

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Hi I just read your The Devil Never Left series and OH MY GOODNESS IT WAS ADORABLE!!! I GREATLY enjoyed the chara ter interactions, and Nightmares Do Come True was absolutely heartbreaking.

Hehehe just as planned.

(Thank you so much! I do have some plans for some more lighthearted and angsty fics for the series, but simply haven't been able to write much or finish anything lately (poor mental health), but as long as my craving for Drew Siblings content is left unsatiated, I'll try my best to keep pushing onward. ❤)

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Good news: I've been having huge bursts of inspiration for Red red red and many other fanfics recently.

Bad news: it's only been happening while I am falling asleep.

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Realizing I'm gonna need to retcon some stuff from earlier chapters if I want to continue with the new plotline I've planned for Red red red. Fuck.

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Sorry for vanishing again. My mental isn't healthing pretty badly recently so I haven't been writing at all.

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Don't mind the teeth or the claws or the trail of blood that follows behind me. I promise I just want to be loved.

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due to recent targeted ai scraping on ao3, I am considering locking all my fics to archive users only.

If you haven't made an ao3 account yet, I'd recommend signing up to make an account now.

Edit: Probably gonna leave the fics that were already scraped as is, can't unscrape them, but might lock any future fics to registered users only.

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I don't want my writing to be marketable. I want the horror to be horrifying. I want others to share in feeling with me.

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A yearning to write, but no drive in my fingertips.