
It’s small, it’s angry and it doesn’t give a fuck who you are, it will attack you all the same.
Lmao, it’s Mallory a quarter of the time.
The other two quarters, she’s either a fox or a cat depending on her mood.

It’s small, it’s angry and it doesn’t give a fuck who you are, it will attack you all the same.
Lmao, it’s Mallory a quarter of the time.
The other two quarters, she’s either a fox or a cat depending on her mood.
*Deep exhale* I have another WIP idea.
Why do I have another WIP idea.
Bitch, what the fuck.
Well, I can officially say that a post complaining about writing and having new WIP ideas is more popular than any of my actual writing or WIPs.
So, ya know, thanks. I guess.
- 01. Full name:
- 02. Best friend:
- 03. Sexuality:
- 04. Favorite color:
- 05. Relationship status:
- 06. Ideal mate:
- 07. Turn-ons:
- 08. Favorite food:
- 09. Crushes:
- 10. Favorite music:
- 11. Biggest fear:
- 12. Biggest fantasy:
- 13. Bad habits:
- 14. Biggest regret:
- 15. Best kept secrets:
- 16. Last thought:
- 17. Worst romantic experience:
- 18. Biggest insecurity:
- 19. Weapon of choice:
- 20. Role Model:
It was the first day of school, a day which I had awaited for so long. Morbid curiosity inspired me to get there early, so I could meet each child as they entered the classroom. No, I’m not a sociable extrovert. But I am fascinated with mortality, and my vision allows me to sense the aura of death, which always makes for interesting interactions with others. For a kid my age, most of the children I meet glow a vibrant green, with years to come ahead of them. Occasionally I’ll see somebody tinted with yellow, hinting an early death of natural causes. But it’s very rarely that I’ll see a red, a beautiful, deep, blood-red … a violent murder or suicide. And that’s the most interesting, in my opinion.
As my new classmates began to arrive, I picked out three crimson shadows out of the four students. An unusually high rate. “Is high school really that bad?” I thought to myself, smirking at them. But as more and more reds spilled into the classroom, I began to grow concerned. All of these young teenagers, about to die a spectacular death? “Suicide rates are the highest among high school and college students” I reasoned with myself, still slightly unsettled. But as the last few kids sprinkled in, their auras slowly deepening with the passage of time, I was more disturbed. That’s when I caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window. Now overcome with fear, I attempted to grab my backpack and make a run with it, but just as I was about to exit my seat, the door handle turned once again.
And in walked the teacher, grinning and glowing a sickly green.
[tagging @cheshireinunderland for some reason]
Is that reason because I like creepy stuff?
yeah, sorry
any thoughts?
Lmao, dont be sorry!
I think it’s cool and interesting and I like it!
It was the first day of school, a day which I had awaited for so long. Morbid curiosity inspired me to get there early, so I could meet each child as they entered the classroom. No, I’m not a sociable extrovert. But I am fascinated with mortality, and my vision allows me to sense the aura of death, which always makes for interesting interactions with others. For a kid my age, most of the children I meet glow a vibrant green, with years to come ahead of them. Occasionally I’ll see somebody tinted with yellow, hinting an early death of natural causes. But it’s very rarely that I’ll see a red, a beautiful, deep, blood-red … a violent murder or suicide. And that’s the most interesting, in my opinion.
As my new classmates began to arrive, I picked out three crimson shadows out of the four students. An unusually high rate. “Is high school really that bad?” I thought to myself, smirking at them. But as more and more reds spilled into the classroom, I began to grow concerned. All of these young teenagers, about to die a spectacular death? “Suicide rates are the highest among high school and college students” I reasoned with myself, still slightly unsettled. But as the last few kids sprinkled in, their auras slowly deepening with the passage of time, I was more disturbed. That’s when I caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window. Now overcome with fear, I attempted to grab my backpack and make a run with it, but just as I was about to exit my seat, the door handle turned once again.
And in walked the teacher, grinning and glowing a sickly green.
[tagging @cheshireinunderland for some reason]
Is that reason because I like creepy stuff?
Adjective: /ˈeɪpɪən/ – APE-i-an
Relating to bees.
After being reminded by @writersshock, here’s the second part!
Adjective: /eɪˈfɒnɪk/ – ay-FON-ik
Having no voice; mute.
Lmao, I have so many new WIPs at the moment that I dont know what to do and even I dont know about the romantic pairings! So I might have more than a few to use, Also, awwww! Thank you for the kind words!
2.If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be? (I’m doing this one for Mallory X Raine because they’re funny)
Mallory’s: An emotionless ass but he’s cute and gives me tea.
Raine’s: Interesting, that’s all I got.
3.If they complimented each other, what would they say? (This ones for Aubrey X Florian which is included despite me not knowing if they will be together)
Aubrey’s: He’s loyal as fuck and his hearts always there, even if his head isn’t.
Florian’s: They’re smart and funny but can kick my ass without trying. I’m fine with that.
10.Write a ~300 word argument scene for them. (300 words?! Ay, ay, ay, good thing I like you. This is for Mallory X Alois)
“Why the fuck would you think of doing that?” Alois paced backwards and forwards beside Mallory’s bed.
“Uh, because I had to?” she raised an eyebrow at him, not understanding why he was so annoyed.
“You took a bullet to the shoulder and a stab wound to the stomach,” his voice was deadpan as he said that, coming to a stop and staring down at her.
“But I killed them all,” she pointed out, “the idiots didn’t even think to pull the knife out, thus keeping the blood where it should be.”
“That’s besides the point, Mallory!” Alois hissed, crouching down to be nearer to her level. “You think you’re being so cute, don’t you? When you’re being an annoying little shit who doesn’t understand why going into dangerous situations alone is a bad thing.”
“Bitch, I’m adorable,” Mallory smirked at him before sobering up. “And I really don’t think you can talk, considering you’ve done the same for boss.”
“That was different! He told me to do that!”
“You didn’t have to though,” she pointed out, “God knows how many times you’ve ignored his orders just to spite him.”
“Don’t change the subject,” he buried his head in his hands for a moment before raising his head to look at her again. “I can’t lose you. You’re too important to me.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re about to get mushy on me. You know how i hate that.”
Alois rolled his eyes at her. “I think this situation calls for it.”
“It doesn’t, it really doesn’t,” Mallory shook her head and sighed. “I can’t promise to not go alone into dangerous situations and neither can you. It would be unfair, especially in our line of work.”
“I know,” he sighed. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“I know.”
17.What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other? (For Azami and her still unnamed boyfriend)
His: He is reminded of her whenever he smells wood smoke and when he sees Hawaiian print clothes.
Azami’s: She’s reminded of him whenever she has something sweet and when she feels soft bedsheets.
24.What is something they have each had to forgive the other for? (For Mallory X Raine, again)
Mallory has had to forgive him for being a dick and doing stupid shit without her. Raine’s had to forgive her for disappearing randomly and making him slightly worried that she might have left him
26.What are their favourite parts about physical affection/sex? (For Nenet X Morrigan)
Being close together.
27.Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share? (For Mallory X Alois)
Dirty talk, I guess. Also, size kink of the height variety.
I’m a liar so I didn’t do anything for my 300 followers milestone. That being said, I’m already coming up on 400 and have decided to plan ahead for 500, if/when that happens.
If at least 24 people are interested, the celebration is on.
Prizes include:
– sketches and doodles
– poetry or lyrical prose
– a song, with original music
– a story, up to 15 pages
– feedback on any kind of writing, up to 30,000 words
– and more cool stuff
Conditions:
Mutuals only
Must be following me for more than 24 hours by the time the competition ends
Send me an ask saying what you would prefer, how long we’ve been mutuals for, and your URL
I will no longer be accepting entries after November 11th or once more than eighty (80) people enter