Killer Instinct - SoA FanFiciton (Hiatus)

They don't know what she looks like. They don't know much about her at all. All they know is her reputation. Your death wish is her command. This is the story of how Lonomia met the Tacoma Killer.

[kill3rinstinct]

I know it’s been a while...

hey guys, i know it’s been a very long time. a lot of stuff has happened in my personal life since the last time i updated, and life continues to kick the shit out of me, but i’m trying to use writing as a coping mechanism the way i used to. 

i’ve decided to rewrite killer instinct. it feels kinda lackluster when i read it compared to how i picture it when i’m writing it. i want to make myself proud by writing as well as i can, and make y’all proud by giving you something great. i want to do sam and hap justice.

i’m not sure when the new version will be posted, but i’ll keep you guys up to date. promise lol

i’ve also got a chibs series that i’ve had planned out since before i started writing killer instinct, so i’m excited to finally start writing that.

thanks so much for all the support y’all have given me in the time i’ve been gone, it’s meant so much fr

love y’all. wish me luck

[kill3rinstinct]

not so great news: i'm starting a new job literally tomorrow and will have a rotating schedule, so idk when i'll be able to work on stuff for this fandom and the others i'm involved in.

great news: i’ve made a new cover for the remake and have the first draft of the first chapter done. just want you to know i’m very serious about this rewrite

i’ve looked over the notes and general plans i had for the original (i went rogue in the og version y'all idk what i was thinking), so this remake will go in a different direction than the original, hopefully a better one.

thank you to those who continue to support, have followed recently, and those who continue to follow. i think about this story often, and not finishing it is one of my biggest writing regrets

p.s. i recently reread killer instinct and y'all. what the hell was i on. how in the world did you all not get bored reading? hopefully me feeling so cringe over the writing is an indicator of me being a better writer. hopefully. only time and your reaction to the new version will take. i don't want to make any promises, but ideally, after having a few chapters pre-written, the rewrite should be out by fall

[kill3rinstinct]

started watching soa again just for charlie hunnam

think i might go back to my soa writing days. got a couple series in mind

i've gotta learn how to balance all my wips

[kill3rinstinct]

someone please explain to me why wattpad is telling me this fic is #2 in the sonsofanarchy tag

[snorlaxatives]

my aesthetic is that one scene in holes where sigourney weaver paints her nails with rattlesnake venom infused nail polish and claws jon voight in the face

[i-like-scaring-homophobes]

70% of being a fanfiction writer is constantly wanting to title my stories “I’m Sorry It Sucks”

[raspberriesonharrystummy]

Reblog if its ok to message you during this holiday season incase Im feeling lonely or out of place during family events because no one should be alone on Christmas

[bowditch]

EVEN IF YOU ARE SHY.

[sgtjamesbuchananbarnes107th]

Yes! I’m always there ^^

[chelsea-winchester-blog1]

Reblogging every time I see it, because you can always, ALWAYS talk to me, no matter what; I won’t judge you and even if you just need me to listen, I’m here.

[leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid]

Y'all know I’m always here if you need to talk or just need someone to listen.

[eruriholic]

stuff that feels rewarding as a fanfic author:

when your work inspires fanart/comics

when people point out a scene/particular line(s) that tugged at their heartstrings

when people ask for your meta of your work that they enjoyed so much

when someone comments on a fic you wrote 982783113502 years ago

getting recc’d

just the small happiness in knowing you made someone out there smile on their way to work/home or at school, in knowing you warmed someone’s heart somehow

[chaneldancegirl]

Do you ever just read other people’s writing and then look back at your own and go:

[yikes-im-gay]

when bae sends you a dirty text in public

[averil-of-fairlea]

Shout out to writers...

getting pulled away from their writing because of responsibilities re: work, family, school;

dealing with illness (their own or a loved one’s);

keeping their writing a secret because of unsupportive or insensitive people in their lives.

Every moment you’re able to write one more word, one more sentence, is worthwhile. Thank you for pushing on. 

[turntechtimesup-blog]

shit wrong blog

every tumblr user with a side blog (via pinkmanjesse)

- me ALMOST EVERY SINGLE DAY MULTIPLE TIMES!!

So… again… if you see @rebekahao …. that’s me. and I apologize. LOL!

(via impala-dreamer)

[sonsofanarchyriders]

Shop Sons of Anarchy Merchandise: http://bit.ly/1jt2dwD

[whateversebastian]

REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

[northcoast]

roses are red violets are blue pull my hair while I go down on u

[inverted-mind-inc-sideblog-deac]

When your OC’s wait for you to finish their story. .  .

[kill3rinstinct]

Chapter 9 _preview_

AN// So, this next chapter is going to be kinda short.  Shorter than what I usually write, but its been so long and you’ve all been so patient and understanding, I figured it was the least I could do.  A small chapter is better than no chapter, right?

They silently walked into her apartment, Samira didn’t bother waiting for Happy to close the door before she kicked off her shoes.  He said nothing but raised a brow as she ventured further into her home, stripping off her blood soaked clothes along the way. Not once did she look at him on her trek to her bedroom.  

The flick of his toothpick and slight tilt of his head came naturally when she was down to her underwear, and he couldn’t help but admire the way her tattoo highlighted and worshiped her curves.  She turned the corner into the hallway and disappeared from his view.  Seconds later, her bra was on the floor of the doorway and her head popped into view, eyebrow quirked, long hair cascading over her shoulder and covering the one breast that was in his line of sight. 

“You coming, or what?” And she was gone again.