#rheyninwrites

[rheyninwrites]

So. I just had to quit grad school because I was overwhelmed trying to homeschool my autistic son and keep up with ever all at once. I’m currently working on trying to start an Etsy shop, which probably won’t have listings until early next year. Hopefully, it’ll be under the name “my morbid valentine”, and will have various embroidery, sewing, jewelry, and such, all with a witchy aesthetic. On the off chance anybody still looks at this, I’ll be posting what I make somewhere on here as well.

I still write, though not as much as I used to, and pretty much exclusively on AO3.

I hope next year will be a better one for all of us.

[rheyninwrites]

Going through my likes & getting rid of some. I use likes to keep track of things I use for fic inspiration, and there are WAY too many sitting around for me to focus on. So just know that if a like disappears, it’s nothing personal. I just either already got the inspiration I needed, or decided I’m not going to ever get to writing it.

(I know I don’t have to say this, but I just want you guys to know I DO value what you guys do!)

Also, I’ve mostly been posting on AO3 lately, since it’s mostly impossible for me to write short things nowadays. I’m Rheynin over there, and I’ve been writing for RDR2, Dragon Age: Inquisition, and Fallout 4, so check me out if that interests you!

[rheyninwrites]

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @verai-marcel

For a moment, she lifted her head, and then she collapsed again. Arthur did his best to dress her in his spare shirt, but her limp frame coupled with his reluctance to lay hands on her too much made it a long and arduous process. By the time he was done, the sun was setting, so he opted to make camp and return in the morning. He laid out his bedroll, putting her to rest on it, and made himself comfortable against a nearby tree.

When he woke the next morning she had already risen, sitting with her legs tucked beneath her on the bedroll. She said nothing as he shook himself awake, only staring at him, curiosity in her eyes. 

Tagging @theunholyoutlaw, @wynkenblynken, p@mrscharlessmith , if they want to, or anyone who sees this & feels like it!

[rheyninwrites]

Holy Halibut

I’ve just been blessed again. I’m working on it, and there’s just no way it’s not gonna be HOT. Like “Bounty” hot.

Dirty Businessman Dutch

F!Reader

Public/Semi-public sex as a power play- particularly lap sitting and touching

I am (hopefully) gonna make some manghoes VERY happy

[rheyninwrites]

Hmmmm. Writing a bit of Arthur/F!Reader smut. Should he be worshipping the breasts, thighs, or just a generally full, soft body in general?

[rheyninwrites]

I cartooned my cat.

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So, I’ve apparently been blessed by the smut gods. I’ve now got a Kieran/Bill fic AND a John/F!Reader fic in my head. I’m also going to write another John Burlesque HC list. I feel like I broke some John hoe’s hearts, and I wanna make it up!

[rheyninwrites]

I miss everyone here. I miss reading, posting, getting comments, likes & reblogs. I just haven’t had much energy lately for all this. Life’s so insane right now, sometimes it feels like the world is ending, sometimes it feels like it’s beginning again.

Whatever is going on in your area, I hope you all are safe & sound. I’m still available if anyone has any short requests or HCs, though right now I’d rather write for reader than ships. It seems like on my own I can only write novels.