Chaos - the very aroma burned something fierce inside its belly, coiling like a serpent constricting prey under the warmth of a high sun. The tip of nose pressed against the soft column of Lydia's neck, brushing past strawberry blonde locks smelling exactly like the hue. One quiver followed another, and the flat of his tongue, wet and insatiable, pressed against supple neck to drag from collar bone to ear lobe. Sweat was laced with thrilling fear as the wet warmth erupts the young woman with disgust and fright.
He did not desire her happiness nor her compliance; he wanted to devour the hurricane of emotions that threatened bile to rise to the back of her mouth. Pallid digits, bone-white at the knuckles, clung to the iron foundations of the bars holding her in, and his own long digits moved to join hers. The fox pinned her, rendering her completely helpless, as he forced her to bare witness a face she often found comfort and friendship with. By the end of the hour, he would make certain all his friends could not stand to look at Stiles the same way ever again. This chaos was just the beginning.
"I will follow you for 1000 miles but not miss home. It desires neither food nor flowers. It fears not water, fire, knives, nor soldiers. But it disappears when the sun sets behind the western mountains. Who Am I?" A seizure of fright is the only answer the Nogitsune receives.
A fluttering of emotions; brown leaves turned by fall's changing sun raining down on him, and it suffocates. A motivator and a depressant. Tips of worn running shoes touch the edge of the Earth, and the same raw emotion that would cause him to plunge forward without regard to his own life is precisely the kind that causes tremors of regret and tears.
Love me. Love me like I love you. Can't you see that I love you?
There's more pain than power being in love, especially when the love is thrown at someone who does not catch and nurture it. If she told him to leap off the face of the world, he would do it - for a kiss, for a touch, just to see her smile. Anyone who says love is worth it, and it is better to have loved and lost than feel nothing at all -- they never felt l o v e, not truly.
At the end of the day, he forces himself to roll out of bed and brace another day of solitary confinement from his love. A single text message from her, and his entire existence has purpose. Trembling fingers hover over her contact information as a smile manipulates his lips into something that looks like happiness. He is under her spell, but her magic is not kind. Once the day is over, fall's leaves continue to blind and suffocate. The pain won't go away.
I'd bleed for you. Fight for you. Cry. Laugh. Anything. Please..
I realize people don't care for rules much less read them, however I've written these to give you an idea of how I write and what my thought process is. Enjoy it or don't? I would highly appreciate if everyone gave these a glance.
▫ Please, pleeeease send a request with the intention to write - be it a storyline, in-character banter, collaborating on drabbles, or in-character chatter on discord. Message me for a discussion; send me a comment for banter. If I see you have no intention of communicating in any form after some time, you're off the list. This is a place to read AND write, no?
▫ As the doorknocker states, my writing varies from a PG-13 rating to R. More likely than not, M and R ratings will be the bulk of my writing. My preference is darker storylines, something along the lines of True Blood if not more graphic. Basically, taking the PG-13 aspects of Teen Wolf and applying them to real life dramatics and violence. Drabbles containing any possible triggers will be labeled as such. If you desire a very intense, graphic storyline - please, let me know. Don't be afraid to ask for something. Chances are - I'll be on board for it. Approach me with any questions/requests.
Aforementioned storylines can be reserved for messages, though I am not opposed to having them through comments.
▫ Being involved in many verses over the years (and still writing in different verses on different pages), I adore crossovers. Whatever it is, I'll make it work - we will make it work. If I've never heard of your character, I have no issue reading up on them or being provided with information. There are many, many shows, movies, books, and video games that I love, so listing all of the crossovers I'm willing to participate in would be a lengthy list. Things such as: True Blood, Supernatural, American Gods, Witcher, Resident Evil, Harry Potter, Historical, Biblical are all up my alley.
▫ I write a lot, be it all in one go or through replies and drabbles, so my preference is to write with others who can do multi-para novel/novella. Want IC banter and a storyline at the same time? I'm definitely game. Banter is typically a paragraph or less, so if you give me something that short (or if I write something that short to you), you and I should assume it's JUST banter. Actual storylines can go up to 5k in word length, and I would really prefer to have a discussion beforehand when it comes to storylines.
▫ I'm not interested in OOC drama, drama on stream, or OOC chatting on discord. Keep things in character. In character drama and tension are always welcomed.
I'm a pretty nice dude who loves to write and develop the muse, so don't be afraid to approach me. I don't bite.