Hi I read your fics like every day and I was wondering do u still write? Or will u be coming back to it
Hi love <3
I’m very in an out with my posting at the moment as I’m currently juggling moving back and forth from the US and NZ. So I get in writing when I can. Currently I have a few stuff I’ve been working on over the years I’ve been gone. Less slasher stuff and more gaming stuff.
If that interests you, I’ve got an interactive DnD style Baldur’s Gate 3 play through story, a funny Albert Wesker one-shot, a new series I’ve been interested in writing called Silent Evil (a Resident Evil x Silent Hill novel with chapter one already out now) and Chapter One of my Teen Slashers series which are all in the works at the moments.
But I’m slowly releasing them as I finish them whenever that is c:
It was cold and somber. The thunderous storm enveloped the night sky and birthed an ominous, dense fog like a foreboding start to a horror movie.
Leon Kennedy and Lilith Dawn had been sent to a small town called 'Silent Hill' on a 'Missing Persons' report. After further investigation, the D.S.O had found evidence in a eyewitness report that was collected and concealed by the government. In it were descriptions of what sound to be multiple B.O.W encounters in the rural town.
Their goal: to retrieve the missing person and get to the bottom of the possible B.O.Ws, then report back.
The chill of the night air occasionally overpowered and blew through the heater, chilling the vehicle's occupants. A sick feeling brewed in Leon and Lilith's stomachs telling them to turn around while they still could. Yet neither of them spoke a word of it. As they approached a tunnel, the lightning cracked in the gloomy, night sky illuminating their dark path ahead. Two signs sat rusted above the tunnel. One reading 'Pale Ville National Park, 10 miles' and the other 'Pale Ville 10, Old Silent Hill 50, Brahms 265'.
The tunnel sheltered the car from the harsh hurricane like winds thrashing about. But the heater seemingly unable to fully combat the cold threatening to make its way in.
"I've got a bad feeling about this place, Leon" Lilith spoke, her eyes catching a quick glimpse of the decaying painting displayed throughout the walls of the tunnel. With a crack of lightning, the painting no longer displayed happy children playing hand in hand at Midwich Elementary, but a horrifying child-like painting of a frightened little girl burning at the stake. The same children that played hand in hand, now smiling as they happily held their torches. But with the lightning gone, so was the disturbing visual back to its normal state.
Lilith turned to Leon who was looking back and forth between her and the road. "You good? Or are you ignoring me cause you're mad at me again?" he asked, causing his D.S.O partner to frown in confusion.
"S-Sorry. I was just...did you see that painting?" Lilith asked, trying to wrap her head around everything. But her question only seemed to bring Leon into her confusion.
His gaze remained on the road ahead, looking at the painting displayed across the tunnel walls. "The ones on the walls? What about 'em?" he asked glancing at her, then back to the road.
"It...changed" she returned her gaze to the walls, trying to see if it'd do it again. But it remained the same, even as lightning cracked through the sky one last time before they exited the tunnel.
Leon didn't question what she saw. He could feel the disconsolation lingering like static in the air. Instead, he kept his hand tight on the wheel, knuckles turning pale from his grip. He had been through plenty of experiences by now and seen his fair share of strange occurrences, thanks to his partaking in Operation Javier and the Raccoon City incident, among others. But none of them gave him such an ominous feeling like tonight did.
"Look, just stay vigilant. No matter what, alright? I have a bad hunch about this place too" Leon sighed, keeping his eyes peeled for any hostiles or even residents. But the town seemed desolate and abandoned. Lilith nodded in a silent agreement, her hand sliding to her hip and reassuring herself of her gun's place still safely tucked into her holster.
Though the further they progressed into town, the car battery began to die until it finally went flat. Lilith's attention returning to the inside of the car, to Leon as she thought it was his doing. But his equally confused expression led her to believe otherwise. "What the Hell...?" the two questioned in unison as Lilith pressed buttons on the radio and heater in an attempt of turning them back on.
"Great. Cars dead in the middle of a storm and who have no clue where the Hell we are, terrific" she vocalized her annoyance. Leon continued turning the key, trying to restart the car. But to no avail, it was dead. "So what do we do now? Leave our stuff here and continue on foot?" she asked, unbuckling her seatbelt before sitting back in her seat. The harsh weather just beyond the car doors already seeping into the now heatless car.
Leon did the same, keeping his eyes peeled outside of the car as he made sure no one would try sneak up on them. "Yeah I guess so. We're sitting ducks out here in this thing. Maybe we can find a hotel and pick up our search in the morning. Can't do anything in this damn fog" he grabbed his Glock from the glove compartment, checking its ammo before putting it in his side holster. "C'mon, maybe we can find a map somewhere while we're at it".
Lilith followed Leon out the car, shivering as the windy, cold air embraced her. "Guess we should be adding looking out for a mechanic on our to-do list" she chuckled, helping Leon grab their most important stuff before he locked the car.
A small chuckle escaped Leon's lips as he nodded, "yeah, guess so. But you stick close to me, alright? I don't want you getting lost or taken by whatever may be lurking in the fog" a worried expression filled his features as he met her gaze. She was not just his partner and a rookie, but she was his lover and he'd be damned if something happened to her on her first big case.
But it didn't seem to worry her as she smirked. "Don't gotta tell me twice, my love" she leaned up, standing on her tip toes as she placed a gentle kiss to his soft lips. She readjusted her large backpack to be more comfortable and less straining on her back and began leading the way forward.
The two walked side by side, keeping an eye on their surroundings as the journeyed to a flickering street light that seemed to be lighting up a large sign. "Hey, check it out. Is that a map of the town?" she asked, frowning confused as she rushed forward. To their surprise, it was. Leon followed close behind, his attention drifting around every few seconds to observe their surroundings. It was almost an obsessive habit of his, the need to keep his guard up at all times. Even when they seemed to be alone.
"Looks like...if we keeping going down this road, there's a place called Jack's Inn. Sounds promising" Lilith looked back at Leon, hopeful and ready to be out of the dreadful rain. Her voice starting to hurt from having to practically shout over the heavy rain despite him only being a few feet from her, also observing the large map.
A wave of relief washed over him as he spotted the nearby motel on the map. "Let's just hope their open and have a vacancy. But I'd say it's worth a look. Let's go. This rain is starting to really bum me out" he dried his face on the still dry collar of his shirt before proceeding ahead. Sure enough, a large neon red sign in the near distance flashed: 'J_c_s Inn'. Lilith didn't seem to bothered, but the half working sign in need of care from its parsimonious caretaker alone was enough to put Leon off.
He opened his mouth to vocalize his concerns, but he was taken aback when she suddenly stopped. Leon followed her gaze and was quick to spot what made her freeze. There was a man not too far up ahead wandering down the street almost aimlessly. His forest green jacket looked faded and dirty, like it hadn't been years since being washed. Along with his blond, choppy hair. Like he had been cutting it himself. Lilith slowly retrieved her loaded gun from her holster, keeping it in her hand. "Should we get his attention? Or let him go?" she asked in a whisper, nudging her head up ahead toward the Inn's entrance.
Leon took in a deep breath, trying to quickly make a decision before exhaling. He looked at Lilith with a mixture of concern and uncertainty, considering her question of just letting him go. Then he responded in a low tone, his eyes glued to the stranger ahead now. "Normally, I'd say just ignore him and let him pass. But since we're stranded in this town with nothing to go off, it wouldn't hurt to get some info off the locals" he almost wanted to take it back and go rest after their day long drive. But the two proceeded forward.
"Fine, but I won't hesitate to shoot if I see things start to go south" Lilith informed, keeping her voice low before they approached the stranger. "Excuse me?" she asked the man, gently tapping his shoulder with her free hand and kept her gun hidden behind her. "We're new to this town and we're looking for a family member of ours who went missing years ago. We caught wind that this was the last place anyone had heard of his whereabouts. His name's James. Have you might've seen or heard of him?" she asked.
The man in the damp green coat slowly froze, as if he had been caught. His body seemed to twitch as he slowly turned to face Lilith and Leon. He was pale as a ghost with messy blonde hair that shaped his dirt splotched handsome, but haggard face. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but the words seemed to fail him and he only stared wide eyed.
Leon took a few steps forward, uneased by the man. He pulled Lilith behind him and stood between the two. "Hey, are you alright? What are you doing out in this rain anyway...?" he asked, trying to keep his voice gentle and steady.
The man seemed tense upon approach, his eyes flickering over Leon and then to Lilith as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. But his eye contact was short lived as he looked down at the ground, swallowing hard before letting out a shaky exhale. "I-I'm James. J-James S-Sunderland" his hoarse voice spoke, almost in a question. Like it had been years since he had to say or even think of his name.
After losing hope in overcoming his violent tendencies, Michael Audrey Myers was just six years-old when his parents packed up shack and abandoned him. He was left to live with his harsh psychiatrist, Dr. Samuel Loomis. Only deepening Michael's bloodlust and giving him a vendetta to fulfill. Now Michael is eighteen years-old, unintentionally making a name for himself but hockey is no longer repressing his urge to kill and he's still got a family with a large target on their backs.
Seventeen year-old Jason Voorhees lived with his mother, Pamela, in New Jersey for most of his life. But after his mother killed all the kids at Crystal Lake for letting Jason drown, it was time to pack up and get the hell out of dodge landing them in a cozy, little home in the heart of Haddonfield, Illinois. This was their chance to be happy and live a normal life, if it wasn't for his helicopter mom also being a serial killer.
After having to be hospitalized for severe burns caused by is father, nineteen year-old Frederick Kreuger was a fed-up runaway from Springwood, Ohio who settled on Illinois being a great place to seek refuge for the time being. He needed to get as far away from his abusive and alcoholic asshole of a father as fast as he could. His dad had only three months left to live, so he just needed to wait it out then reap the rewards. But after being found wandering the streets of Haddonfield by Pamela Voorhees, going back to Ohio became less and less of a plan.
Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were cousins now on the run from their massacre in Woodsboro, California. Since the killer was masked and there were no survivors, no one knows it was them...yet. Giving these eighteen year-olds enough time to create fake identities. With plans to run and blend into society out in Nowhere Indiana, they have to cut through Illinois to get there. But things begin going less out of plan when they come across none other than Pamela and Jason Voorhees while out at a gas station a couple miles out from Haddonfield.
Amanda Young had been adopted by John Kramer when she was just about fifteen, after her parents abandoned her in a psychiatric ward due to her abuse of drugs and self-mutilation. But John saw something in her. Something true. He knew this now sixteen year-old girl could not only overcome her problems and thrive, but she could also be his gateway into a new world of victims for his sadistic game, she just needed the right guidance. But they needed a place for a fresh start, away from his old crimes that he had yet to be convicted of. And that's when John met Pamela...
(A/N: We're scraping the whole 'John and Amanda Stockholm Syndrome' love story idea, thx. Also, hi, i'm back)
I dont know if any of you noticed, but ya girl has been gone for the past two years. I ran out of inspiration (cooler way of saying I had writers block). BUT with summer now upon most of us, I feel it is only fitting, to bring back my page and all the new ideas I had been thinking of and had drafted over the years. It feels like CRAZY to say over the years cause it feels like I last updated like a month ago. BUT ANYWAYS! I look forward to hearing from you guys again and sharing my new stories with you <3
¿Quien ganaria si se enfrentan Michael Myers contra Brahms Heelshire, por una niñera? ¿quien de los dos?
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¡Holaaaa! :)
Apenas hablo español, así que disculpe los errores gramaticales. En mi opinión, aunque Brahms conocería mejor la casa, Michael aún ganaría porque es mucho más fuerte que Brahms y tiene una gran ventaja de tamaño. Michael también ha estado matando más tiempo de lo que Brahms ha estado vivo, por lo que tiene que haber algún tipo de antigüedad. Como si esto fuera Dead by Daylight, Michael sería un asesino infinito de rango 1 de nivel 3 y Brahms sería de rango 5.
The issue with Michael trying to do strength competitions is I’d just praise him for being so strong. I have a tendency to gush about things or people I love and the goes double when they do anything slightly impressive
It’s okay love! I feel like a lot of us would be the same way! xD I would NOT be able to do a strength competition with Michael because I’d be laughing and giggling too much (and that shit weakens me xD)
Hope you like this dorks! Love ya’ll <3 :) Lemme know if you guys want me to create a Spotify playlist for each boy that’s more in depth (Max. 10 songs each)
Michael Myers:
War Pigs- Black Sabbath (What Gets Mikey Pumped Up)
Closer -Nine Inch Nails (What he’d fuck his S/O to)
I Only Have Eyes for You- the Flamingos (What his mama used to sing to him)
Nocturne E Flat major Op.9 No.2 - Chopin (favorite “lazy day”Song)
Moonlight Sonata- Ludwig Van Beethoven (favorite song to do arts and crafts to)
Hush, Hush, Hush Here Comes the Boogeyman- Henry Hall (Song that describes him)
Jason Voorhees:
It Don't Mean A Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)- Ella Fitzgerald (What Gets Jason Pumped Up)
Put Your Head on My Shoulder- Paul Anka (What he’d fuck his S/O to)
I Get a Kick Out of You- Frank Sinatra (What his mama used to sing to him)
Cry Me a River- Julie London (Favorite “lazy day” song)
So This is Love- Ilene Woods (Favorite song to garden to)
Alone Too Long- Hall and Oates (Song that Describes him)
Freddy Kreuger:
Sick Things- Alice Cooper (What Gets Freddy Pumped Up)
I Was Made for Lovin’ You- KISS (What He’d fuck his S/O to)
When You Wish Upon a Star- Jiminy Cricket (What his mama used to sing to him)
Mr. Crowley- Ozzy Osbourne (Favorite “lazy day” song)
Holy Diver- Dio (Favorite song to make backup gloves to)
Into the Fire- Dokken (Song that Describes him)
Billy Loomis:
Overkill- Motörhead (What Gets Billy Pumped Up)
Look at Your Game Girl- Charles Mason (What He’d fuck his S/O to)
Tangled Up in Blue- Bob Dylan (What his mama used to sing to him)
Symphony of Destruction- Megadeth (Favorite “lazy day” song)
Walk- Pantera (Favorite song to game to)
How Will I Laugh Tomorrow- Suicidal Tendencies (Song that Describes him)
Thomas Hewitt:
Whiskey Man- Molly Hatchet (What Gets Thomas Pumped Up)
Freebird- Lynyrd Skynyrd (What He’d fuck his S/O to)
Shoo-Shoo Baby- the Andrews Sisters (What Luda Mae used to sing to him)
One-shot with Michael with a daughter reader who gets bullied at school because the popular girl is jealous of how pretty she is and wants to make her feel insecure. Michael’s daughter doesn’t tell him of this because she doesn’t want him to kill the girl. Then a little bit later she starts self-harming herself and Michael starts to catch on quickly on how his daughter acts. He then finds out what does he do next? If your okay with writing this?
Of course! :D I hope you enjoy!
Y/F/F- Your Favorite Flavor
WARNINGS: Self-harm, bullying, mentions of suicide
Theme Song: ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’- Mills Brothers
Great
Another day of Molina's consistent teenage torment has gone by
We used to be best friends when we were in middle school then she went to summer school in 8th grade while I didn’t have to and ever since then she had never been the same toward me.
I’m getting so tired of her consistent shoves, snickers, gossips behind my back, glares, eye rolls and just all in all rude behavior.
If only she knew who my father was...
But no one did
Thank god for my mom always hiding him because if they knew, that’d be social suicide.
I wish she was still alive.
She always knew what to do and the best ways to keep my father from killing anyone that messed with my mother and I.
When I get to my locker to grab my stuff to head home, there’s a letter on my locker:
Molina’s handwriting.
Oh boy this should be good.
But after reading it, I feel almost sick to my stomach. It’s a picture of my from social media but it’s photoshopped to make me look horrible and there’s so many crude words: fat, fugly, retarded, dumb bitch, virgin, never gonna get laid, etc.
Wow...
The run home was short and bitter sweet. I quickly wipe my tears before running in knowing if my dad were to see me crying he’d speed walk outside and start swinging his knife around not caring who it hit. He’d think the world was guilty of making his little girl cry.
He was standing in the kitchen, eating like usual whenever he wasn’t out killing but had turned to look at me when he heard the door open. He waved as he smiled, using his other hand to hold his ham and cheese sandwich.
My face involuntarily putting on the smallest smile just to get him off my back as I waved back and headed up to my room.
Why me?
Why did my best friend have to be the one to turn her back on me?
What the hell did I ever do to her!?
2 hours had gone by before I heard my dad’s footsteps coming up the stairs followed by a knocking at my door. But I didn’t budge, just kept reading and doing my homework on my bed.
“Come in” I called out and sure enough the door opened and my dad’s face popped up from behind it.
“Hungry?” he signed to me in ASL. I shook my head, looking up at him from my book and gave him a smile. But his worry only grew. Dad was my eating buddy. We both could eat a shit ton and not gain a pound so we loved eating together.
But recently, the worse Molina’s torment had gotten, the less I felt the need to eat.
“You okay?” he signed again which only resulted in a nodded answer.
He raised his eyebrow, disbelief now masking his worry.
Until his eyes landed on my wrists and never left.
Fuck!
I forgot to change into a long sleeve when I got home!
Dad’s head tilted one way then the other then went back to normal as he slowly made his way to me.
As gentle as he could, he grabbed my arm where it was bare and examined the tally marks up and down my forearms that sat in different angles. He stared for what felt like forever then looked back at me.
My tears floated my eyes and threatened to spill down my cheeks.
I could tell I had somehow managed to hurt the Shape of Haddonfield. The man everyone called ‘Boogeyman’.
My father.
He quickly looked away as he dropped my wrist and left the room before I could see the true amount of pain I had caused him.
Dad never cried, even when mom died.
But he did isolate himself and make sure he was never found until he wanted to be again.
But after 10 minutes, he had marched back in my room. Now with a plastic bag filled with stuff from what looked like CVS.
He sat next to me on the edge of my bed and dumped the contents of the bag out onto the white bedding.
An assorted chocolate box, Shea butter and coconut vanilla scar healing creme, a wound wrap, my favorite (Y/F/F) Nesquick milk, regular Chips Ahoy, chocolate bars, foam Neosporin for kids and a small brown teddy bear holding a plush heart the had ‘I Love You’ written in white cursive letters.
Those tears from earlier where back and this time, there was no threats. Just attack.
I looked up at my father who had already opened the Chips Ahoy and was weirdly innocently eating them while staring at the bedding. My body felt warm the more I started to realize, I had one of the best dad’s. He may act like he doesn’t care 95% of the time. But when it came down to actually needing to show it, his 5% was strong.
I attacked him with a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck as we both fell back on the bed, “I love you daddy”. My tears at this point were streaming as I held him tight.
I could tell dad had no idea what to do at the feeling of him freezing under me. But eventually, he moved the cookie box and hugged back with one arm while the other continued to feed himself cookies.
After telling Dad everything that had been happening in my life basically since mom died, it took a lot to calm him down from not going to Molina’s house right then and there and killing her and her family.
He was pretty fumed his ‘little girl’ was being treated like such considering that was half of the reason why he and my mom kept it secret that I was his daughter. That night, he bit the bullet and decided to start teaching me how he ‘works’.
Who knew this would’ve brought my dad and I close again.
A couple days later, Molina showed up to my door looking scared out of her mind as she was continously checking her surroundings.
“Molina?” I asked in confusion, “the hell are you doing here?”
She quickly snapped her head and looked at me, “Y/N! H-Hi! I’m here to apologize to you for being such a bitch for the last 2 years to you” she started as she stared at something behind me with fear and dread filling her face then back at me.
(Little did I know, my dad was in the background glaring at her while holding up his favorite ‘hunting’ knife)
“I was just jealous because..well...you’re fucking beautiful and I wish I looked like you. It’s been my dream to be a model since I was a little girl and I always used to hear you telling everyone about how your mom was going to start helping you audition for tv roles and modeling for catalogs. I guess my jealousy got the best of me and I am so sorry. Do you think we can start over again? As friends?” she asked as she stared deep into my eyes, fiddling nervously with her hands.
“No thanks Molina, but I do accept your apology. Now please get off my porch before my father gets home” I smiled as she nodded once and started to run off. “Oh, one more thing! For your safety, leave me the fuck alone from now on, okay?”
She nodded at my request, “Got it loud and clear” she shouted before running off as fast as she could.
Can I get a Hannibal x s/o who is fascinated by cannibalism
I wasn’t exactly sure what you wanted so I just decided on a default HC. Hope that’s okay!
When you first came to him about your fascination and want to eat human flesh, he couldn’t help but chuckle
Little did you know, your boyfriend had been feeding you human meat this entire time.
But of course he wasn’t gonna out and tell you that.
So he decided to just cook you a meal and instead of beating around the bush with what it was like he does with Jack and Will, he was just gonna out and tell you
And fuck was it delicious!
It weirdly and strangely tasted like seasoned chicken
Eventually you found out he had always been feeding you human meat when he slipped up and made a meal he’s made you before
Which tasted the exact same as when he claimed it was ‘lamb’
But luckily this man was a talented liar so he just made the excuse that he seasoned them the exact same which was why
He even went the extra mile to show you the recipe and sure enough on the paper it said lamb.
So you believed him
I mean fuck, Hannibal was an amazing cook so it’s very likely he knew how to cook the fuck out of any kind of meat
But that didn’t stop you from wondering...how did he get this meat and why was he so underwhelmed by your ‘sudden’ desire for human meat?
Was it because he was a therapist so he knew sometimes people got weird cravings?
But he would always steer away from you ever questioning anything and would always respond with the same thing, “somethings are better left unknown”
Headcannons for bubba, Brahms, Jason and Michael with an s/o who is always ice cold to the touch? As in "are you even alive??"
OMG YESSSS XD I CAN RELATE TO THIS DURING WINTER!
Michael
this man is literally a human furnace so you polar opposite touch is almost soothing to him
at first he wasn’t sure if you were real or not since he had always heard of the romance stories where opposites attract from a nurse back in Smith’s Grove so he started to think you were a figment of his imagination
this thought then resulted in him thinking maybe he was more mentally fucked than he was led to believe and you were just a dead body of one of his victims that he had been carrying around this whole time
(that theory took a little while to get out of his head and debunk)
all in all, he would never admit it but he loved having a cold S/O since killing all night made him intensely hot, it was nice to have something to wrap around him to keep him cool
Jason
Jayjay himself is a very cold boy, perks of being undead so initially when he first touched you he didn’t notice until he realized...wayment, humans are supposed to be warm AHHHHH-
he then started to think you were just like him, undead and boy was he happy that you were because this meant you could spend forever with him and he’d never have to watch you die.
he was so happy about this that you didn’t even bother to tell him you were very much still alive and human. Just naturally a very cold person, you couldn’t
since he thinks you’re dead, he isn’t as cautious about hugging you with his cold sometimes wet body because he doesn’t think it effects you but boy was he majorly wrong, AGAIN
the man was the polar opposite of Michael, he’s a fucking ICE BOX. A happy, cuddly ICE BOX (whereas Michael’s a emotionless, stabby and unaffectionate FURNACE)
BRAHMS
he thinks you’re ILL AND NEED HIS HELP!
is CONSISTENTLY trying his best to warm you up which means him always running around Heelshire mansion for the next best thing
prepare for LOTS of tea and hot chocolate
whenever you two are cuddling or holding hands, he’s always rubbing thinking that’ll warm you up! WRONG!
BLANKET, BLANKETS, BLANKETS GALORE!!!
100% doesn’t understand that you’re not cold, your body’s just cold. He thinks you just feel bad for him consistently taking care of you when you should be taking care of him.
My how wrong these boys can be sometimes
Bubba
the poor boy is a bit of the same as Brahms when it comes to understanding that YOU’RE not cold, it’s just your meat suit.
LUCKILY you’ve got his family as backup to help ol’ Bubby to understand.
(He still is consistently trying to warm your body up by sneaking you thinks like hot chocolate, leftover soup and anything that’ll warm you up)
purposely baits you into sitting in front of the fireplace with him almost a couple nights a weeks because it warms up your skin a littleeee bit, at least enough to let him know, you are indeed alive
Ooh can you do a oneshot of Pyramid Head being clingy and fluffy with his s/o please? Thanks!
Yes indeed I can! :)
Pyramid Head HC: Clingy Daddy
Let’s be honest, he thought you were the cutest little kitten walking around Silent Hill by yourself. He felt he HAD to protect you
WhY wErE yOu EvEn HeRe!?
would 10 outta 10 carry you around every where unless you damn there force him to stop.
He NEVER lets you leave his sight. Gotta go to the bathroom? He’s coming with. Tryin’a get clean with a working shower he found for you? He’s watching. Sleeping? He’ll carry you around on his back like a baby,
The man is in LOVE with you which means the boy is a damn guard dog.
The one time he let you out of his sight was because you really had to go to the bathroom and didn’t want him watching which resulted in the nurses getting to you.
Ooooh boy did they fuck up big time...
adores when you leave small kisses on his helmet
well sometimes let you carry his sword around when you two are walking around but always ends up laughing at how adorable you look having to carry it with two hands and picking it up was non existant for you at this point.
NEEDS TO BE TOUCHING YOU IN ANYWAY AT ALL TIMES!!!
he loves holding your hand during walks because the boy doesn’t know it but he has a MAJOR size kink (granted anyone he stands next to he always towers over them but STILL) so he likes the feeling of your tiny hand in his.
Finally made a commission sheet! Msg me if you are interested, I only accept payments in advance and through paypal. I draw mostly humans but can do other designs! NSFW is okay.
Sorry I haven’t been posting lately you guys, depressions been kicking my ass lately. But I’ll be back with some more stories soon! I still have stuff in my inbox I really want to answer.
