This is my writing blog. 90% of it is going to be Homestuck porn. Feel free to request something, or just shoot a message. And make sure to clear your browser history.
Okay. Mental-health is just as important as physical health! Check out this blog, if you like, I guess?
Well,… Yeah? I mean, as long as I know enough about a fandom or at least a character, I’ll try writing it.
(Remember that one time someone misread me saying that I like Thorki as saying I like Thorkri and I wrote Thor/Kankri? I’m still proud of that.)
So yeah, sure.
It’s kind of adorable when people request something like ‘dirty talking, dom/sub, bondage, pet-play, boot licking, body worship, and then they frick-frack’
Darling, saying ‘and then they fuck’ is the most innocent thing you can say at that point.
He’s your descendant, heir to your fortune and title, and he doesn’t seem to think highly of himself. Well, not as highly as you’d like him to, anyway. Half of his pomp and flash is just that: flash, something that makes him look like he should feel. It bothers you, and it would, you reckon, even if you weren’t flushed for him like a narcissistic fool.
Lovely Drag March Amporacest, ‘cause fuck the preconceived definition of gender.
I’m putting this under a readmore because it got a little wordy, and some people don’t want to hear about it at all.
Does my kind of writing really count as a talent in the first place?
Um, lets see… I’m really good at guessing which characters are gay in shows and movies, and I make super yummy nacho chips, and I can untangle yarn pretty well. Oh, and I can braid hair really fast.
So, like, a few talents I guess.
I saw something and now I have to write a threeway crossover fic with Kankri<3Dandy(Space Dandy aka my husband)<3<Cronus
so I’ll be working on that as well as requests
'Hot and cold aren't meant to mix!' was always an old propaganda message to scare wrigglers out of being friends or lovers with people too high or too low from them on the spectrum. You think that now, after being with Eridan for probably a sweep-ish you understand it better than before.
He drapes himself around your shoulders, laying kisses over your neck and cheek and pressing against you, a purr shivering in his chest. You lean your head back to give him better access, smiling slightly.
DV’s birthday-the human equivalent of a wriggling day-has been looming for the past few weeks, and he won’t shut up about it. He already knows JN and RS are going to throw him a surprise party with his strange ability to see through anyone else’s facade, so he’s been dropping hints about what he’d like from you.
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"You’re so pretty when you cry, little bull." He murmurs, kissing the base of your horn gently, his hands sliding over your body while you just stare at the reflection in the mirror he has you standing at.