WD. Over 30, they/them, queer, fic writer. Unwilling Tennessean. Here for Good Omens & Person of Interest. Thirsting over the pretty blond angel. 18+ ONLY
Available slots: 3
Will not write: Noncon, permanent major character death, scat, under 18 AUs, cancer, self-harm, suicide attempts, other fandoms (y'all know my main, lol). I reserve the right to decline commissions.
There’s always one who values their personal space and one who goes “don’t you mean OUR personal space :) ?” while shamelessly sticking as close as humanly possible
you ever see a character bioengineered in a lab to specifically appeal to YOU and you know you have to stay away from them or the obsession will take over
If I’m prickly on the surface, if I sting
it is only because my insides are too soft, too fragile
and I’ve been so hurt before
I am still scraped raw.
I sting so I don’t get stung.
I keep away so I don’t get left behind.
You are sweet like the smell of flowers, like a hazy daydream, like a tight hug. Sweet like a kiss on the cheek, the tip of the nose. Sweet like a sunset all in yellows, pinks, every warm colour the sky has ever painted the horizon. Sugar sweet, honey sweet. You’re a treat.
You can only fit so much love inside a heart. Sometimes it overflows, it spills, it stains your face with a fond, besotted smile and your eyes with a special light, a fever glow.
Forgive me, I get lost in the scenery of your face sometimes. In the plains and ridges of your cheeks, the way your lips curl when a smile unfurls. It’s hard to look away; I don’t want to miss a thing.
okay whats the ship that has given you the MOST brainrot ever? i mean that one ship that no other ship has ever compared to, that one ship thats always in the back of your mind no matter what.
This business of going from your parents telling you "no, you can't have/do x" when you're a kid to society telling you "no, you should give up x because it's immature and you should grow up" when you finally have the freedom to live your own life is utterly bugfuck bonkers
Stories that make me fall even more in love with characters I already adored are the most special to me. Stories that are love letters to a character; when someone’s gentle hand writes them vulnerable, writes them open and introduces another side for me to learn, to treasure.