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Hello everyone, I realized I should write request rules and guidelines to be more specific as to what you can and can't request and what I will or won't write 

As stated before, this blog will contain occasional dark content but I will always include warnings before each fic if you don't want to see that. Dark Content including non con, dubcon, violence, and gore. I also want to specify that I do not condone most of the things I write. It is purely fictional, nothing I write is real. This blog is 18+.

Will write:

Will not write:

Also, please be specific in your requests! If you want me to write a gn or male reader then specify or else I will automatically assume it is female! Also specify if the reader and character are already in an established relationship or else I’ll write the relationship how I see fit. If you don’t care then there’s no need to specify either. 

I am a developing and aspiring writer, so I have other projects I am working on. This is simply my side hobby, and it can serve as good practice for my personal work, so don’t be afraid to be as unhinged and creative as you want, it is good practice. Thank you, that is all for now.

Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated

Fanfic where reader is interning at Dutch's company as a college student and has a series of affairs with him to ensure she is hired.... Gears are turning.... What do we think guys

(Arthur Morgan x Reader)

My comeback post is literally some dark angsty idea I had with a sprinkle, a mere DASH, of Arthur at the end. Very vague and sad. Not proofread :p

Warnings: mentions of suicide, death, dark and gritty

Top of the map, it was. Don’t feel that way. Feels like rock bottom. So dark there’s no end and you can’t see your own hand in front of your face. So cold you can’t feel it anymore after a few minutes. If you took ten steps into the night you’d probably fall into a hidden cavity of snow. You could look around you and you wouldn’t even know where you were. It’s all the same. What do you call a nightmare that you’re living in?

Hello everyone.... I'm not quite sure what to do about all the reqs in my inbox because they've been there for months and I don't know if it'd still make sense to answer them??? Because yall probably got tired of waiting. I wanna write new stuff but I have all those old reqs as well so should I just sift through them? Delete em? Start anew? I DONT KNOW AHHHH just know I'm working on something for yall that is not related to a request teehee

Head canon that you played Lana Del Rey in the car with John once and he told you he didn't like it but he secretly listens to her when you're not around

I fell off the face of the earth OOPS

I hate college 💯

Holy shit I've been so busy this weekend sorry guys

Holy shit I've been so busy this weekend sorry guys

Some of y'all's usernames are so wild they're hilarious 😭

(John Marston x Fem!Reader Smut)

Happy Thanksgiving y'all. In which the reader kills and eats John. A little idea I've had brewing. Heed the warnings please don't take them lightly. On tonight's bountiful night, this is dessert

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, extremely graphic depictions of gore, cannibalism, noncon, smut

John awoke to a world of pleasure and pain.

The last thing John remembered was being in a saloon with you, sitting at the bar and drinking while engaged in blithe conversation. A hazy memory of Arthur’s face tormented him. Had he been there? Now that he thought about it, had the rest of the gang been there as well? He thought so, but the whole scene seemed so blurry, clouded over by the feeling of incapacitating nausea after he downed his last drink. Had there been something in the drink? But he was there with you and the rest of the gang.

His memory seemed to spot afterward—as if someone had come in with a scalpel and surgically removed chunks of it. He remembered staring at the ground as you cooed soothing words into his ears. His limbs were numb and felt full of static, but he still remembered the feeling of his arm slung over your shoulder as you walked him toward a hotel room. It was a distant dream that would soon be eclipsed by a present nightmare.

I LOVE HIM. He's a sad wet pathetic beast. I wanna eat him.

Good thing I'm writing a fic about that.

If I told y'all I write cannibalism would y'all be mad at me (or find me weird frankly). I did say I was a horror fan.