Hello & Welcome to my blog! My name is Bia or B.Nyx. I am currently working on my own novel and an avid fiction and fantasy writer. If you have any questions just ask! My main blog is @deathordesire. Commissions are Open! 🖤Tip Jar: [email protected] (PayPal) | https://ko-fi.com/biancca
“I’m attracted to the extreme light and the extreme dark. I’m interested in the human condition and what makes people tick. I’m interested in the things people try to hide.”
So, I'm not to active on this blog. And it seems to be more of a hassle than anything, im probably just going to post writings on ao3 and my twitter ( @bianccalove ). @deathordesire is the blog you can find me on from now on! I am still doing writing commissions, but its gonna be revamped on my main blog with all of that info. ❤
So, I'm not to active on this blog. And it seems to be more of a hassle than anything, im probably just going to post writings on ao3 and my twitter ( @bianccalove ). @deathordesire is the blog you can find me on from now on! I am still doing writing commissions, but its gonna be revamped on my main blog with all of that info. ❤
I’m opening up my Writing Commissions, and donations for basic needs for University in the fall. All money goes too saving for food, toiletries, etc.
I appreciate any help or reblogs immensely!
What I’m offering:
• A free PDF of the story “My Jolly Sailor Bold” ( includes sirens and pirates + LGBT) with every Commission or donation above $8.00.
• When donating or commissioning, $5.00 and above gets you one half price commission in the future. ( Only can be used once, unless you donate a huge amount.)
• My immense gratitude, every dollar helps so much.
It’s so nice too post here again, I apologize for the long wait. Life has been very busy and overwhelming. But alas we are here, anywho. Would you be interested in me opening commissions again? I know from taking so long too get things done and an announcement it can be dissuading and I’m so sorry. But I will be willing too hold two spots for commissions for now if so. Please let me know, even if you like the post or comment below. Thank you guys for you patience.
It's so nice too post here again, I apologize for the long wait. Life has been very busy and overwhelming. But alas we are here, anywho. Would you be interested in me opening commissions again? I know from taking so long too get things done and an announcement it can be dissuading and I'm so sorry. But I will be willing too hold two spots for commissions for now if so. Please let me know, even if you like the post or comment below. Thank you guys for you patience.
Hello my dears, as you know I've been silent from posting lately. I have been trying to finish semester finals, as well as personal improvements and Nanowrimo. However I will be finishing the two outstanding commissions by the end of December at most.
Thank you for your support and patience, It helps me Immensely. I am not sure when I'll be opening commissions again, I need some time to refuel my mind after a month of writing. But I will let you know when I open them again.
Wanda eyes the empty room, feelings of suppressed recollection flew through her. Her hands raised in thought, the familiar energy encircling the air as she contemplated them. She was free, yes. But at what cost? She had been broken, and betrayed. Maybe she even deserved it.
She shoves herself against the headboard as the door slides open, a familiar red haired woman enters the room. Natasha, she reminded herself. Nat held two large sacks of what could only assume from the smell was takeout. She set them down on the table gently, pushing a stray curl from her face to peer at Wanda, “Are you alright?”
Wanda sends her a curt nod, eyes turning back to her hands to let her magic flow free once again. She could sense Natashas discomfort, and almost laughed, “Are you afraid of me?” She questions.
Natashas voice was strong, “No,”
She almost wants to give into her, her pursed lips and headstrong attitude. It was what initially attracted her, Nat's determination and loyalty is what helped keep their love alive. But now, she wanted to send her flying through the hotel wall. Wanda shivers at the phantom feelings of the straight jacket, she could still hear the beeping of the device that kept her powers at bay. For the first time in years she had felt hollow.
Nat sighs, pulling a chair beside the bed and folds her arms, “Tell me what's on your mind,”
Wanda frowns at her, dropping her hands to the bed. Eyes closing for a moment, “You chose them over me. Why?”
Natashas eyes widen, apparently not expecting an outright confrontation. Her face grows aloof, the only thing betraying her emotions were her furrowed eyebrows as she spoke, “I- all I can say is I'm sorry. I tried to make them see, for them to understand-”
She lets out a small laugh, lifting herself out of the bed to pace around the room, “You left me, for them! For men who tortured me!” Her eyes blazed red, fury soaring through her.
Natasha shakes her head, “No Wanda it- it's not like that-”
Wanda turns away, placing her hands on the window. The snow was a happy relief compared to not seeing outside for months. Natashas hand lands on her shoulder, but she shakes her head and pulls away from the touch.
Nats jaw clenches with irritation, “What do you want from me? I can't turn back time, and there isn't a day I don't regret leaving you. It breaks me to see what they did, and I can't do anything to help you!”
She felt pity for her, the look in Natashas eyes was nothing she had ever seen before. Desperation, she thought. But it didn't matter, it wouldn't change what happened. What she had done.
“I wanted you to chose me! Your wife and the person you love-- used to love!” she spat, fists clenching at her sides to try and keep calm.
Natasha strides to her, taking her face into her hands gently, “I have always loved you,” she whispers.
Wanda leans into her, taking in the soft smell of linen and spices, she began to ache with longing. Tears drop from the corners of Nat's eyes as she continues, “I love you. And if it takes the rest of my life for me to somehow help you forgive me, then I will happily take it.”
A sob escapes her, arms wrapping around Natashas shoulders. She kisses her lips gently, tasting the salty tears from them both. She didn't know whether to feel pain or relief, “Don't leave me, please.” Wanda begs, clutching at her shirt.
“Never again,” Natasha whispers fiercely, pushing her back against the wall.
Wanda moans as Natashas lips press against hers roughly. She digs her hands in Nats thick curls and nips at her lower lips, nipping and sucking on it playfully. Earning a growl from Natasha, who lifts her up and tosses her onto the bed. Her body began to shiver in longing as she watches Nat rip at her clothes. Licking her lips she aches to taste the softness of her lovers bare skin. Natasha straddles Wanda's hips quickly, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss. Wanda presses trail of kisses down her neck, finally moving to suck at her sensitive nipples. Oh how she missed this.
Nats hands were gripping her long hair, her hips grinding against her own. Soon Natasha couldn't take her teasing anymore and pushes Wanda back onto the bed to rip at her clothes. She moans as Nat's lips explore her naked body, her pussy began to throb with need. As if Natasha sensed her desperation, she pulls back to look her, a small smirk forms at the corner of her mouth. Wanda felt like she was truly seeing Natasha for the first time in months. Nat bites at her skin, distracting her from her thoughts as she trails kisses down her bare stomach and hips.
Natasha drags her to the edge of the bed, lifting her knees over her shoulders. Licking her lips and lowering her head to Wanda's pussy. She whimpers in response, Nats skilled tongue began circling her clit. Wanda gasps and grinds against her mouth, pleasantly surprised as her finger slides inside her. She arches her back in pleasure, reveling in her familiar touch. Nat knew every part of her body, where to touch, how fast to go. Soon she was whimpering against the sheets.
Nat continues to suck on her clit, curling her fingers inside her to urge Wanda into a climax. Wanda's curls her toes, panting and pulling at Nat's hair as she began to cum in her lovers mouth.
After a few moments of letting Wanda ride out her orgasm, Natasha lifts up to look at her, pupils dilated and lips swollen. Wanda leans up and pulls her in for a deep kiss. She moans softly, maneuvering around Wanda's legs to curl up beside her on the bed. A soft smile lit her face as she lays her head on Nat's soft chest. Wanda could fall asleep to the deep thrum of her heartbeat, there was always safety in her arms. Natasha kisses her forehead with contentment, causing Wanda to wrinkle her nose, “Is that teriyaki chicken?” She asks.
Natasha laughs, “Yeah, your favorite.”
Wanda smiles, for the first time in months. Kissing Natasha quickly, she stands up and heads to the bathroom. After washing her hands she grabs the bags of food, plopping herself onto the bed beside Natasha. Her lover sighs, shaking her head in amusement as she begins stuffing her mouth with food. Wanda couldn't help but giggle, staring into Nats green eyes as she watches her. She had missed this, she had missed her.
You pace down the aisles, searching for the doughnuts you had been craving since yesterday. Damned periods. Pursing your lips, you spot the chocolate-- kneeling down to search for the correct ones. You barely register the bell dinging above the door when someone else enters the shop. For it being so late at night, the store was silent except for the person walking on the other aisle.
Grabbing a few packs of the chocolate doughnuts you begin to head up front, jumping at the yelling from the next aisle, “NO, NO PLEASE!”
You let out a startled gasp at the sound of the man's screams, dropping your doughnuts to run towards the sounds. The man was lying on the floor, blood pooling around him. A gaping hole now replaced his jugular.
Another man stood a few feet away, his face morphing into a smirk as he chews on the meat in his mouth. You shake your head, stumbling backwards into a run. The cashier yells as you approach, “Get down!” Cocking his shotgun and giving you only seconds to duck as he shoots the man. You turn around to look, the hole in his chest began to stitch back together of its own accord, “Oh shit,” you whisper.
Suddenly the dark haired monster was heading for the cashier, neither of you had time to react before hes pulling him over the desk and ripping his head from his shoulders. Curses pour, from your lips as you stand, rushing out of the gas station doors. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you shout, looking for some kind of weapon.
The doors ding behind you, making you run in haste to hide behind the nearest car. Pushing your hands over your face to keep your breathing low as he searches for you. A woman emerges from the woods, kneeling next to you with a smirk, “It seems like your in some trouble,”
You gaze at her in confusion, watching as she grabs the axe from the truck and walking past you, “No! He will kill you!”
She pushes a lock of hair back, nodding to you as she calls out to the monster, “Ilya, what are you doing?”
The man strides a few feet in front of her, his smile turning to a frown as he sees her axe, “I am making use of cattle,”
She shakes her head grimly, “You are murdering humans, innocent ones.” Her eyes flicker to yours for a moment before she lifts the weapon and motions to him, “Stop this, or I will have to kill you brother.”
He bares his teeth, “I am done hiding, they are cattle Ivory! We starve because of them!”
You look between them, their similar features clicking in your mind. The long dark hair, the caramel skin began to make sense, “Brother?”
Ivory ignores you to continue pleading with Ilya, “They deserve to live, to be free. We have done many things to them, and we deserve what hate is brought upon our kind.”
“Ivory, you have become so jaded. Let me help you,” he lunges, slamming her into the truck roughly. She groans, kneeing him in the groin and grabs the axe. He pulls her back by the hair, both of them fighting for the weapon. You jump up, taking the opportunity to pull out your keys, using the tip to stab him in the eyes.
He howls, releasing his grasp on the axe and allowing Ivory to swing it straight into his chest and into his heart. Blood splatters you both, you immediately began wiping at your skin-- as if trying to erase what all had happened. Ivory rips the axe from his chest, letting it fall to the ground as she watched Ilya fall to his knees. He began grabbing for her in his last moments.
After his last breathe, her dark eyes fix on you. A mix of sadness and relief held on her face.
“I am sorry,” you whisper.
She nods, “Me too.”
“I just wanted some fucking doughnuts,” you sigh, plopping yourself onto the ground.
She wipes her bloody hands on her jeans before holding one out to you, “ Ivory.”
You look up at her with a small smile, shaking her hand with a nod, “Sure your not here to kill me too?”
Her eyes crinkle in amusement at your reply, she sets down beside you with a heavy sigh, “You are far too intriguing for me to kill dear.”
Warnings: LGBT pairing, includes mention of gore and intestines.
Day 1: The character goes out on a date (or an outing with a friend) and comes home late that night to see all of their furniture moved/stacked oddly, rotten food in the fridge, but no signs of entry or security issues.
The familiar smell of brewing coffee enters Rylies nose, she smiles at the comforting atmosphere that came every October. Elaine clasps her hand, leaning against her shoulder as they walk to the nearest booth. Her girlfriend smiles brightly, untying her scarf and sets the menus to the side. They both already knew exactly what to order, it had become a sort of ritual ever since their first date to come here once a year during the month of Halloween.
Rylie holds her hand as her eyes wander to the other people. For how busy it was, it was surprisingly calm, which she was exceedingly grateful for. A dark haired waitress walks to their table, smiling brightly at them, “Welcome back, what would you like to start out with today?”
She smiles at the waitress warmly, “ A Harvest Spice Latte please,”
Elaine nods,”Just plain coffee for me, thank you.”
The waitress looks a bit surprised at the quick answers, writing her orders down quickly, “I'll have those out for you as soon as possible sweethearts,” she scoops up the menus and passes to another table quickly.
Elaine purses her lips in thought, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she speaks, “ What do you think we should do for Halloween this year?”
Rylie smirks at her, leaning in closer to whisper, “Hmm, I'd say we should explore a few murders, resurrect a few corpses…”
Her green eyes light up as she giggles, pushing Rylies shoulder at her jesting, “ Please I'm being serious, there are many parties that are going on. I think we should attend one,”
The waitress suddenly emerges at the table, “One spice latte, one black coffee, and two Halloween cookies on the house. The manager wanted to thank you both for being such good customers and he wishes you a wonderful October!”
Rylie gapes at the woman in surprise, thanking her as she examines two packaged cookies with the drinks. The sugar cookies were decorated as purple and silver bats, Elaine shrugs happily and picks up her coffee, taking a cautious sip before drinking a gulp. She moans at the taste, “I love Coffee,”
She laughs, shaking her head at Elaine. Rylie picks up her coffee and sips it, almost groaning herself at the taste of the sweet spices on her tongue. She squeezes Elaines hand as she notices her curious gaze from the corner of her eye, “As I was saying, I think we should attend one. We both need to do something, and I know its our favorite holiday.. We can even dress as Morticia and a female Gomez Addams,” She grins at her.
Rylie smirks, taking in her dark hair and light skin in thought, “You promise?”
Elaine leans across the table, placing a soft kiss on her lips, “Promise.”
The rest of the date was comforting, Rylie and Elaine sipped their coffee as they talked about ideas for the month. They were on their way home a while later when Rylie proposed a movie, “So what horror movie would you like to watch to start this month of spooks?”
Rylie pulled into the driveway, putting the car in park and turning it off when Elaine finally makes up her mind, “How about Halloween? I've always loved those movies.”
Finding the house key, Rylie nods, “Of course, those are perfect.”
When Rylie walked into the house all her hair stood on end, all of their pictures had been turned upside down-- all but the one of her alone. Elaine starts to walk past her, but Rylie shoves her arm in front of Elaine's waist with a whisper, “Something's wrong,”
Elaine frowns at her, eyes moving around the hallway to the pictures on the wall. Her mouth opens in shock at the sight. She steps backwards carefully and pulls out her phone. Rylie shakes her head as Elaine turns on her camera light in the dark, Damnit Elaine!
Rylie digs in her bag and unfolds her pocket knife, she doubted it would do much good, but it was at least something. Elaine nods to her with a smirk, knowing she wouldn't let her go alone as she explored the house. Rylie tiptoes forward, holding Elaine behind her as she walked. The house was eerily silent as they check the rooms, the bedroom and bath hadn't been messed with, and it wasn't until they got to the kitchen that she saw the bloody footprints. However to Rylies dismay, the scent of decomposition engulfs the room, both of them immediately covering their faces in disgust.
Elaine pulls at Rylie, pointing to the refrigerator in fear. Rylie chokes, staggering backwards at the sight. Blood was painted over the front of the fridge, intestines had been strung through the handles. It was like the fridge had been wrapped in gore, and she knew that it was presented as a gift-- so that they would open it to the present inside. Elaine held her as she began to gag, pushing her hair back from her face in a comforting manner, “Who the fuck?” Rylie gasps, standing back up to collect herself.
Elaines nails dug into her arm as she stepped over the blood prints, she grabs a pot holder from the cabinet. Ignoring Elaine's protesting, “I need to see what's inside,”
Elaine shakes her head, trying to plead with her,”No Rylie! The thing might come back, we have to go!”
Her girlfriend dials the cops quickly, watching from the side as Rylie uses the pot holder to pull the refrigerator door open. Elaine drops the phone, the glass shattering as her mouth gapes open in shock. Rylies heart was pounding at the site, hands still clutching the door in fear. A human head was inside, beside it was a heart. Neither of them moved to pick up the phone as the emergency responder asked if they were okay.
“Guess we're not watching Halloween anymore huh?” Was all Elaine says.
A few minutes later they were both being checked over by the paramedics, Rylie watches in silence at the yellow tape being wrapped around their house. Elaine held her closely, both of them scared for what might happen too each other. But for now, they were safe-- from whatever the fuck had desecrated their home. They were alive, and together. That's all that mattered.
You may not get rec’d. You may not get the hits, the kudos, the comments. But you are loved. And you are important. You are just as meaningful and precious and worthwhile as the 75K behemoths out there. You make people feel. And you are many people’s favorites. You are important. You don’t need to be long to be good. You don’t need to be long to matter.
I’ve been dwelling on this a lot lately, listening to that bully voice in my head that tries to convince me otherwise - i.e., that “real writers” write lengthy pieces. If a friend of mine was wallowing in these feels, I’d tell her the same thing the my husband told me. Short stories are an art form, like poetry, like novel writing. It’s not that you don’t have the discipline or skill. It’s that you don’t have the interest to make it worth your while. You choose it not because you can’t do something else, but because writing short stories makes you happy. If someone chooses to see that as “less than” or less deserving of respect, they don’t understand and appreciate the art of writing short stories and what it takes to be succinct and economical with your words. (I’m repeating all these things in the hopes of convincing myself btw - to turn off the bully narrative.) In short, fuck that kind of judgment - from within and without.
Okay. I feel a little better now that I said that out loud.
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