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Why can’t people just imagine the shit like it’s supposed to be 🙄

STOP USING AI AND USE YOUR IMAGINATION!-Cal

Hi,

It’s your friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

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ficsofabotchedmind · 1 month

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While I do have that urge, no one that I know reads my stuff and so unless they ask, I don’t offer to share 🤷🏻‍♂️

the writer’s urge to ask your friends “do you wanna see a little somethin’ i’ve been working on?” when the little somethin’ you’ve been working on is 800 words and ends in the middle of a sentence

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What is lost, will always be found

Summary? No.

Warnings? Yes, but only a little; hurt/comfort, reader needing their moms, depression, feelings of abandonment, this was self indulgent.

Alex x Olivia x their kid!Reader

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Things had been going ok, but at the same time things were also going to shit.

Y/n had been exhausted every day, putting on a mask of happiness, lying their way through everything.

They sighed and thought as they walked to Olivia’s door, “Why did I agree to this dinner with mom and Noah? All I want to do is go home, curl up and cry. Although I should be grateful, at least they remember me and include me.”

Knocking and hearing a ‘hold on!’ coming from inside, Y/n took one last shuttering breath and prepared the mask that they wore so well.

The door swung open and there stood Olivia, Y/n’s adopted mother and one of the only people to genuinely love and accept them, and with a wide smile, “Sweet baby come here! I’m glad you could make it, come in!”

As soon as they entered a smaller body collided with their own, looking down they could see a head of unruly curls and a wide smile, “Y/n! I missed you!”

For the first time in days, the smile on their face became real, “I missed you too, Bud! How was your day at school?”

Noah grinned even harder and pulled back, “It was good! We did an art project in class; I get to bring it home Monday!”

Olivia smiled as she watched the interaction between her two children and walked to where Alex was, “They don’t even notice you yet, let’s see how long this will continue before you’re noticed.”

Alex laughed quietly, “Deal, but I’m sure Noah can keep them busy for a while.”

Liv giggled quietly and looked to Alex, “Thank you for coming back, Alex. Speaking of, have you given any thought to- “

Alex gave Olivia a look, “I still have my license, I never lost them but Olivia, if I do come back, keep Elliot away from me. Got it?”

Liv pulled a face, somewhere between shock and humor from the looks of it, but said, “I will try my best, but you know we work cases with Organized Crime.”

Alex sighed and was about to grumble but the timer went off, it was time to eat.

Olivia and Alex bought everything to the table before Liv called everyone to eat, “Alright you two, let’s go. Y/n, can you hand me the glasses please?”

Y/n smiled but as they turned around, their jaw fell open and there stood Alex Cabot in the flesh wearing a wide grin.

Y/n felt a tear slip down their cheek and as they dove into Alex’s arms, they spoke softly, “Mama! Wha-what are you doing here?”

Alex smiled and held them tight, “I’m coming home, I got sick of Florida, and I wanted to be near some of my favorite people, so I decided to move back home.”

Y/n pulled back with tears and a certain look in their eye but before Alex could ask them what was wrong, Y/n pulled away completely and said, “Let’s eat!”

Alex watched them carefully and then turned to make eye contact with Olivia confirming if she saw it as well and once Alex saw the look, they knew something was going on and now both women were suspicious.

They would leave it alone until later, for now it was time to have some family bonding.

Talking amongst each other and going about how their days were and what they all did, dinner quickly ended.

Liv smiled at Noah and told him it was bedtime and to say goodnight to everyone but of course he didn’t want to go to bed yet but with one look from his older sibling, he compiled and told everyone goodnight.

Liv gave Alex a look that told her to get started and she’d be back soon, and Alex complied, “So let’s go ahead and dive in, no bullshitting. How are you really, sweetheart?”

Y/n faltered slightly with the dish in their hand, “I-uh I’m fine, why?”

Alex sighed and put everything down, “Listen to me, I know I haven’t been here like I should have for quite a few years but I’m coming back and I’m going to be here and around you quite a lot. So, tell me now and I won’t have to use my lawyer skills on you.”

Y/n took a shaky breath, trying to speak the truth but the burning lump in their throat wouldn’t cooperate and all that came out was a broken sob, quickly covering their mouth and turning into the arms that came around them, they let all the pain out.

Alex held Y/n tightly, one hand on the back of their head and the other rubbing their back, “Let it out, little bear. It’s ok, I’m here. It’s ok.”

Y/n cried hard into Alex’s shoulder, holding themselves close to her and let out a few broken words, “I’m so tired, mama. It’s so fucking hard.”

Olivia heard those words as she came around the corner and immediately wrapped her arms around the two and held them, letting a few tears at the obvious pain their little bear was in.

After a while Y/n pulled back, Alex and Liv had more questions but kept quiet and led them into the living room.

After a while longer, Liv spoke but kept a tight grip on Y/n’s hand, “What’s going on, sweetheart? Tell us, please.”

As a hand went carding through Y/n’s hair, they broke again and spilled it all, “When is it going to be me? Everyone is leaving me behind, moms! All that happens in this life for me is I help people, but when it comes to getting help in return, I get ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy’! When am I going to be placed first!? When am I going to get helped in return!? When is it going to be ME?”

Alex and Olivia both felt tears streaming down their faces at the obvious pain and turmoil in Y/n’s voice, they could see clearly in their body language and their face how tired they were.

Olivia immediately drew her eldest in for a hug, squeezing them tight, cradling them. Alex immediately came in behind and wrapped herself around the two, holding both Olivia and Y/n, they cried with their child.

While Alex wasn’t legally Y/n’s other mother, she sure as hell thought of Y/n as her child as well and damnit, she was going to help bring the light back to their eyes.

Sitting on the couch for quite a while letting Y/n get some of their pain out, Olivia spoke, “Listen to me, we may not be your friends or your coworkers, but we are your mothers and as long as we are here, we will never forget you. Little bear, neither of us care what time it is, where we are, what we are doing, come and find us and we will be there. Ok?”

Alex made a noise of agreement, placed a soft kiss upon the back of Y/n’s and said, “Listen to your mom, she’s a wise woman. We’re here, sweetheart. We are here, we always will be.”

Y/n made a noise of acknowledgment and nodded against Olivia, and they said in a broken voice, “Thank you, please never leave me.”

Alex squeezed harder and said, “Never, we will fight to be here by your side for the rest of our lives. You are our child, we will never forget, never leave, and will always make time for you.”

They continued to stay in their little pile they made for a couple more hours, keeping their child sandwiched between them and cocooned in safety.

With Y/n drifting to sleep, the last thing they heard and felt was Olivia’s voice and Alex squeezing tightly, “No matter how far you roam, we will always find you. What is lost, will always be found.”

Alex chimed in, “If we even let you out of our sight, you are our baby, and we swore to protect you. We love you, Y/n. Please never forget.”

Drifting to sleep within the warmth and safety of their mom’s arms, Y/n was finally at peace.

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Bonus: The next morning

Y/n was groggy when they awoke, rubbing their eyes, raising up to find where the voices were coming from, they spotted their mothers locked in an embrace and made a slight face before speaking and scaring both women, “Ew but fucking finally, it’s about damn time and I would continue but I want more sleep, just don’t be too loud if you have sex. Two impressionable children in the apartment.”

Both women gaped at Y/n and shook their heads while Y/n fell back asleep with a soft smile on their face and a soft huff of a laugh escaping their lips and thinking as they drifted even farther into sleep, “Fucking finally, it only took them 24 years.”

#alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #olivia benson #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson x alex cabot #alex cabot and reader and olivia benson #they would make wonderful moms your honor #hurt/comfort #law and order svu #svu #l&o svu #law and order special victims unit #special victims unit #mariska hargitay #stephanie march #noah benson

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ficsofabotchedmind · 1 month

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Law and Order: SVU Masterlist

Angst-; Fluff-^ Smut-* Comedy-+ MTBA-? Hurt/Comfort-' Agere-

Olivia Benson Masterlist

1. What is lost, will always be found '

Alex Cabot Masterlist

1. What is lost, will always be found '

#alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #olivia benson #olivia benson x reader #mariska hargitay #stephanie march #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #l&o svu #svu #special victims unit

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Prodigal Son Masterlist

Angst-; Fluff-^ Smut-* Comedy-+ MTBA-? Hurt/Comfort-' Agere- Dark-!

Ainsley Whitly Masterlist

1. Family that slays together, stays together !+

Jessica Whitly Masterlist

1. Family that slays together, stays together !+

Malcolm Bright (Whitly) Masterlist

1. Family that slays together, stays together !+

Martin Whitly Masterlist

1. Family that slays together, stays together !+ (Mentioned)

Jessica Capshaw Masterlist

#malcolm bright #ainsley whitly #jessica whitly #jessica capshaw #prodigal son #malcom bright x reader #ainsley whitly x reader #jessica whitly x reader #jessica capshaw x reader #tom payne #martin whitly #martin sheen #halston sage #bellamy young #catherine zeta jones

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Family that slays together, stays together

Summary? Nope.

Warnings? Hell yeah!: Blood, murder, disposal, knives, sibling bonding over murder, just a lot.

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Every single person always overlooked Martin and Jessica Whitly’s youngest except Ainsley, their sister.

You see while Ainsley had Malcolm, Y/n had Ainsley and while it had faltered as they got older, Ainsley and Y/n still protected one another no matter what, even helping cover up a murder.

It was late when Y/n’s cellphone rung, looking at the phone it was Malcolm, “Ugh, what does he want? Hello?”

Malcolm was out of breath, and he had a wild tinge to his tone, “Y/n, I need your help, it’s Ainsley.”

Y/n’s breath caught in their throat at the thought of something happening to their big sister and as they shot up and flew around the house, they asked, “What happened?”

Malcolm stopped for a second and then responded, “Not over the phone, just get here now.”

With that, the siblings hung up and Y/n flew out of their house and over to their mothers.

Letting themselves in, Y/n did a survey of everything as they walked through the house.

Things didn’t look different, but they felt different something was off and as they walked into the dining/living area, it became clear.

Nicholas Endicott lay on the floor with blood surrounding him and as Y/n got closer, they saw the deep slit on his throat and multiple stab wounds to his torso.

While anyone else would balk at the sight of a dead body, especially one with so much blood and violence involved, Y/n did not.

When you are a Whitly you’re not like others, and your father’s genetics made sure of that.

Y/n took in every detail, and after what seemed like hours taking in every stab wound and the slit across his neck, Malcolm spoke, “We don’t have time, we need to get Endicott's body out of here before morning, hurry!”

Y/n would ask what happened later but right now, the Surgeons children did what they do best, murder and disposal.

Y/n went around gathering everything that was caught in the aftermath and set it aside so it could be taken care of later and once that was done, they focused on what their brother was doing, “Malcolm, let me get the next part while you finish the clean-up.”

Malcolm was about to protest before Y/n made an obvious show of missing certain items, of course it was only a show though, Y/n was more of Martin than Malcolm or Ainsley ever would be and then you add Jessica’s issues on top and you have the perfect killing machine.

Malcolm moved aside and gave Y/n the saw, and as the saw sunk into the flesh and worked its way through the bone all Y/n could do was smile.

Just like their big sister, Y/n preferred a knife. It was more satisfying, anger dissipating as the knife would sink in repeatedly, blood casting into your face, spreading onto your hands, dripping.

Malcolm observed Y/n, he saw the smile spread wide, the calm in their eyes, the precise cuts Y/n made along Endicott's body to dispose of him, he saw someone he would have to watch and make sure no one found out. Malcolm wasn’t stupid, he had a feeling this may not be Y/n’s first time, they’re a Whitly.

Hurrying up and getting the body dissected, put into bags, and the bags into suitcases, Malcolm handed the rest of the clean-up off to Y/n, “I’m not stupid, finish the clean up, get yourself clean and then dispose of everything, we meet back here. Oh, if Ainsley asks, I did it. Go it?”

Y/n cocked their brown along with their head, “Yeah, got it. And Malcolm, what did Ainsley do?”

Taking a breath, Malcolm spoke, “I’ll explain when this is done, we just need to hurry up.”

Y/n took the supplies once again and set to work, after a bit longer of scrubbing and missing a spot on a book for the hell of it because let’s be honest, it will be easier for all of them for their mother to learn that way.

After getting everything cleaned up, Y/n went to go shower but decided to check in Ainsley first.

Looking inside the room, Y/n could clearly see their big sister still sleeping and Y/n carefully made their way back out, into the hall and continued to their bathroom.

Once in, they took a black trash bag, stripped, and shoved the clothes in the bag to burn with everything else.

Setting the water to the hottest temperature, Y/n got in and took their time.

Standing there with their head down, watching with a smile as the blood mixed with the water and swirled down the drain.

After 15 minutes of standing there, Y/n heard the door open and rushed through the rest of the shower.

Once done and dressed Y/n took everything and with Malcolm’s help, disposed of the other half of the evidence.

Going back to their childhood home they finally were able to sit, and Y/n could finally get some answers, “Malcolm, what happened with Endicott?”

Malcolm sighed and looked to Y/n debating on telling the truth or not, but he decided it would be best to tell them the truth, “I’ll tell you the condensed version. Endicott came over and Ainsley…I…Y/n, Ainsley blacked out and killed him.”

Y/n suppressed the urge to roll their eyes at him, and asked, “Does she recall anything?”

Malcolm grew quiet and thought back and the answered, “Not that I could tell, she asked what happened, I told her it was me, and then I sent her to clean up.”

Y/n already knowing that Ainsley had a bit more of Martin in her than Malcolm did but less than them asked, “Is it possible she does but she’s lying about it?”

Malcolm sighed and was about to answer when the two heard Ainsley get up and quickly rushed out, “Let’s hope not.”

Making her way in the dining/living area, Ainsley did a once over of the area and asked in a slight whisper, “Is it all done?”

Y/n took the initiative and stepped forward, “It’s all done and over, we don’t have to worry about Nicholas Endicott any longer.”

Ainsley produced a small smile and collapsed in Y/n’s arms, “Thank God!”

Staying there for a minute but then retreating, Ainsley looked Y/n in the eye and in that moment, they knew that Ainsley wasn’t lying.

Malcolm motioned that he was going in the kitchen for food so they could all eat and after the night that was just had, they certainly needed it.

Sitting on the couch, Ainsley patted the seat beside her motioning for the youngest out of the 3 to sit and once they did, she dropped her head on their shoulder, “Thank you for helping Malcolm, I know you two don’t necessarily get along but you did tonight to protect the family, so thank you.”

Y/n took a breath and laid their head on top of Ainsley’s, “Of course. We need to stick together, or we will all fall. We are now all complicit in this, Ainsley and we must stick together.”

After staying quiet for a few minutes, Ainsley spoke as Malcolm walked in the room, “I know, and we will.”

Taking the food from Malcolm, they all ate in silence but after an hour, Y/n spoke calmly before taking a bite from their sandwich, “Just to be clear with both of you, if anyone gets too close to the truth and threatens this family in anyway, I am going to kill them with no hesitation.”

Both Ainsley and Malcolm observed Y/n, they knew in that moment that their sibling was speaking the truth, they knew no matter who it was, Y/n would kill them to protect the family secrets.

All three looked at each other and made a silent pact that if anyone gets close, they had to go.

Most would think that this calm would seem eerie, but they are Whitly’s after all and murder is what they do best.

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Bonus: After the reveal and learning that Ainsley knew

“Sooooo, how many have you killed?” Ainsley asked with a side eye

Malcolm gaped and Y/n laughed, “Enough.”

Malcolm’s eyes got wider, “When??”

Y/n casually asked, “Before or after Ainsley killed Endicott?”

Malcolm had had it, they were going to drive him further up the wall than he already was, “Enough, I need sleep. You two clean, I’m going to my room.”

The two youngest snickered, the murder had helped them grow closer once again but before Malcolm could leave the room, Y/n asked, “Does it help to know they were all bad?”

Malcolm sighed and thought with a shake of his head as he left behind the giggling pair, “So that’s who’s been killing those people who have been released, not surprised.”

Both Jessica and Malcolm could hear them cackling and Y/n shout, “The family that slays together, stays together.”

Jessica groaned and downed her wine but smiled slightly at the fact they had at least bonded over something and went back to her writing; Malcolm shook his head with a soft smile and made his way up to his room.

#prodigal son #ainsley whitly #malcom whitly #malcom bright #malcom bright and Ainsley Whitly and reader #Y/n Whitly #tw blood #tw murder #tw gore #ainsley whitly x reader #malcom bright x reader #jessica whitly #martin whitly #family that slays together stays together #siblings #sibling bonding

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Melancholy

Summary? No

Warnings? Not really, just a bit of sadness and depression.

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Larissa walked in the door of the apartment and made her way towards the bedroom, as she toed off her heels, she spoke, “Hello darling, how was your day?”

Walking closer to the bed, making her way to face Y/n, Larissa could see the emptiness in their eyes and their tear stained face.

With tears of her own at the sight of seeing Y/n in pain, Larissa carefully crawled in bed behind Y/n and held them close, “Oh sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Y/n crumbled and let their tears fall silently over the course of the next hour.

*1 hour later*

Both parties heard Morticia entering the apartment, with clacking of heels accompanied by, “Hello! How did your days go?”

Not hearing a response from either of her partners, Morticia made her way through the hall and into the bedroom and upon entering she froze, with a look of fear and sadness Morticia asked, “Oh no, what’s happened?”

When she heard nothing from Y/n, Morticia looked towards Larissa and all Issa could do was shake her head with sad eyes.

Upon seeing Larissa’s look, Morticia made her way over towards the bed and laid down in front of Y/n.

Now surround by their partner’s, Y/n broke down sobbing and the tears flowed freely.

After what seemed like hours but was merely a few minutes, Y/n’s tears slowed.

No words were spoken but head kisses and tight squeezes were given, Y/n felt safe and loved in within the embrace of their two loves.

After a bit longer, they all got up, got changed and ate.

With full stomachs and a better peace of mind now that they were all together, they settled into bed.

No words were said because none were needed, just soft kisses were traded before sleep took over.

Y/n had one last thought before sleep took hold, “Thank you for loving me in my darkest times, as well as my best moments.”

The two women smiled at the telepath and said together as they had on their wedding day, “Always.”

#larissa weems x morticia addams #larissa weems #morticia addams #netflix wednesday #larissa weems x reader #morticia addams x reader #larissa weems x reader x morticia addams #tw sadness #tw depression

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ficsofabotchedmind · 2 months

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I…I hate my writing…I wanna throw up actually 😭

When I read back my writing and notice all the great world building and sick character development

I love writing!

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ficsofabotchedmind · 2 months

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Meanwhile I can’t do either, pressure or no. Always shit. 😃

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ficsofabotchedmind · 2 months

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…hmmm…yeah.

me writing angst: haha this is fun I hope someone cries reading it

me when my favorite show has even the slightest bit of angst: OH NO

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ficsofabotchedmind · 2 months

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No. I will draw. I am a robot. It’s easier to be a robot. Sometimes.

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ficsofabotchedmind · 2 months

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…ahem…still no. I just get majorly depressed and hurt my favorite characters. I rip their hearts out and stomp on them cause that’s what I feel like in the moment.

Will I, in the future, do what the picture says? Yes, I just may.

Always the writer, never the reader.

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ficsofabotchedmind · 2 months

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!!!!!

comments on fanfics

I thought about writing this post for a long time and decided, fuck it, I'm gonna write this.

All over my dash I see people being disappointed because nobody is leaving comments on ao3 anymore/rebloging things on tumblr.

And the only thing I can think about this is: it's so true.

Two weeks ago I posted the epilog of my 60k words fanfic (I've been writing on it for almost a year and got some positive feedback on it) and I got ZERO comments, or kudos on the epilog.

I can see that people kicked on it, but I have no idea whether they liked it or not. (And I used to get a comment on my story now and then)

Last week I posted the first extra chapter (I planned three of these) and also got no reaction.

No I'm just sitting here, wondering if my writing is just true shit.

This is also the reason I was hesitate to post this. Maybe it's not the people and just that shithole of a story I've been writing.

Things like are just running around my head now and must say that the motivation to even finish those extra chapters is gone.

GUYS, IF YOU LIKE A FANFIC PLEASE LET THE AUTHOR KNOW, IT MEANS SO MUCH TO THEM.

So if you read a good story, not some bullshit like mine, write that comment.

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I noticed that an amazing fic I read with over 60k words and over 900 kudos...didn't receive a single comment in 2022.

There were some comments in 2021, then a gap, then a few comments from this year. That is insane.

Ao3 is not built like Wattpad, it is not meant to be treated like the 'latest hits' page where you only read the new works, or where you only click on sort by number of kudos. It doesn't matter if the fic you like is not wip anymore - if you really like the story, comment. A simple heart will do. The author won't think you're annoying, in fact they'll probably be incredibly happy.

Fic authors don't deserve to have their work just disappear with no engament after few weeks pass. The fics don't deserve it either

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🥺🥹😭

Precious baby

*Authors note~ Agere to sooth the soul coming right up! Ps I’m sorry I can’t seem to locate your ask but I hope you enjoy *

Trigger warnings~ little r cg Mortica shamed for regressing from past

Prompt~ Okay so this this my first time requesting so I hope I’m doing this right. I was wondering if you could do a Morticia x reader agere plot? I was thinking the reader is Morticia’s roomate who is a little but hides it very well afraid that she would be shunned. Maybe it’s been a stressful week and the reader has just been getting picked on a lot and just wants to curl up and slip. So the reader goes back to the dorm and slips. That’s where Morticia finds them and finds it the most adorable thing ever and just plays with them and let’s them relax. If you can’t do it totally understand.

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It was intimidating to have the Nevermore’s queen bee as your roommate but it’s not something you wanted to cause any issues over, you’d have to hide better but you’d already been doing that for years now so what would change? Nothing. Honestly the thought of telling anyone your secret was like touching an electric fence. It wouldn’t happen, not her. No. Never her.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’d told someone but after the disaster of your previous “friends” you now vowed to keep yourself a closed off book to everyone. It would be the only way to ensure you are safe and free to allow your mind to do what it needed whenever Mortica was away from the dorm. That was never a problem, as queen bee, the raven haired teen was always busy somehow, fencing, schooling, Gomez Addams, Larissa Weems… the list went on. Everyone wanted Mortica all day every day.

You’ll never forget that time this stupid gorgon decided to enter the female dorms and stumbled across you sitting on your bed with your stuffie collection, lots of blankets and the worlds comfortable onesie known to man kind. Happily scribbling away in your own special haven of safety, absolutely unaware that you’d been spotted. You cursed your little mindset for not being vigilant enough as you received what was about the hundredth taunt from everyone you’d seen that day. The whole situation bringing out too much pain for you.

By the third period you’d had enough and done the only thing you can think of, fleeing. It didn’t take you long to rush back to Ophelia hall holding back tears against the ever weakening damn preventing their fall. Before you’d even registered to lock the dorm door your mind allowed the slip and you immediately accepted the shift in mindsets, simply too exhausted and upset to bother fighting for the control.

Mortica simply had enough tonight, her visions had been practically destroying her brain in ways she never knew was possible, the pain of seeing her aunt again from the after life only added to her emotions. Death was normally something she’d revel in but not her aunts. It destroyed what she had left of love for the world the day she went. Right now all she wanted was her bed. And that’s what she’d get.

Or not. Morticia couldn’t have that because their dorm seems to have been hit by a mini hurricane that appeared to be you. There you were on your bedroom floor pens, pencils books and clothes scattered all around you as you happily hummed a sweet tune while your hands flew over the pages in a fascinated hurry. You’d never have noticed your roommate if she hadn’t knelt by your side and murmured sweetly asking what you were doing.

See, Morticia thought she wanted her bed, but seeing you like this awoke feelings deep within her core, her motherly instincts shining brightly as she attempted to bond with the little state of yourself. She cared for you and played with you after you’d calmed down from the shock of her finding out, especially this way. Why today of all days. You didn’t know, but it had been way to long for you to not have a caregiver so you soaked up every ounce of attention and love she was offering you unknowingly warming her heart in ways she thought wouldn’t be possible.

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This is great advice, I’m never going to take it cause once I start there is no stopping…like at all.

Give me 4hrs and I’ll have something posted as soon as I have it figured out with the plot and shit, and that includes editing, finding a gif, and all the good stuff.

Give me 2-4 days and I’ll have you 4 fuckin chapters if I’m properly motivated and/or interested in the story.

Not many people pay attention to my fuckin shit on here but who gaf???? I don’t, I’m doing this for me. I have scenarios in my head that include those characters and I’ll fuckin put it out there cause that’s my brain, that’s what happens in my brain.

One person, and idfk them from Adam, has read all of my works and am I happy someone is paying attention? Yeah, cause I know it may help some others as well.

Anyway, sorry, heh. Done. Bed now.

hey. HEY. artists. writers.

take your TIME

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