Hi there, I have a writhing addiction and a considerable amount of plot bunnies sprouting in my head every few seconds. Some of them with a very VERY VERY kinky mind and you'll get the scare of your life, if you're not use to it. A warning, my stories start slow and almost every time seem sapy, BUT they would turn increasingly darker as the plot moves along, note the 'scare of your life' shit from earlier. Why, do you ask, because the torments the character go through ARE much more effective if the reader gives a damn about them, if they CARE for them. I'm a LONNNNG shot from even beginning considering myself as a writer (in the true sense of the word) and so don't expect to be seen as one. My major fail, it's a tie between my grammar)spelling errors (english isn't my first language, nor the second for that matter) and my almost inability to leave reviews to the fics I read (mostly because normaly the only time I have to read them is at VERY late hours, (or is it early, whatever) and are unable to do more that look at the screen and drool all over the keyboard), so if you are one of the unlucky ones I'm at fault I apologize, if you want you can smack me on the head (read berating me and demand one from me, I WILL give you one. Even if it ends up taking a while and being poor in lenght. I'm a sucker for bad guys, like possessive, manipulative, scheming, without any morals kind of guy. Think Voldemort or Palpatine. If your one of those persons who like fluffy, snugly, pinky bunnies you better run for the hills because mine are as far from it as a puppy is from a rabid werewolf. My main female characters are mostly OC, but I do play along with cannon from time to time. My writing is a little difficult to keep up with mainly because I write in a very unbound kind of way, because I love to play with your minds (can you imagine the quantity of different meanings a chapter can get when read by different people (smiles gleefully), but if you're up for the ride I welcome you in. My plots usually always get some form of twist in them (I can't help it, I just love them) and my worst fear is finding out the events don't corroborate themselves and fell like they had been forced together with the soul propose of having a plot line. I don't really expect for people to leave me reviews, don't get me wrong I LOVE THEM (rouling naked in a bed covered with them, yeah, I'm crazy too), but seeing I don't really leave that many I would have to consider myself a hypocrit if I did so, but I do cheeck my stories views (flashes toothpaste advertising smile).

I accept prompts, but be warned, they'll definitively end up not being any different than my usual stile, so if that's your cup of tea, don't be shy and PM me

Random:

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

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