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silverfuchs · 5 months

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i'm florence, you can find my other shit at florenceisfalling. this is my blog for murdersims and horny horror. im unironically more invested in the plot than the porn though. 100% certified not a minor. if you're a minor i'll block you. go follow my sfw blog instead <3 oft-inactive here because this isnt a sideblog, this is a whole separate account

i am in the process of planning out my own lesbian erotic horror game. i'll post about it eventually !

if you try to talk about how some shit is just too depraved and problematic to write/draw and must be censored at all costs on your btd blog of all things i am going to laugh at you and then screenshot your bullshit so i can laugh at you with my friends in dms also

link to my normal blog, link to carrd (needs an update), link to aethy, link to website (wip, please be nice)

tws for bad freak stuff . i am not going to tag individual warnings on reblogs. violence and sa and etc will be on this blog

tagging system below

fandoms: boyfriend to death, the price of flesh, this is not romance, facility (ik those arent horrorporn it just gets an honorable mention), sad sack (still havent read it Sadly), lovers trophy (haven't played yet), john doe, frost bite

characters: ren, rire, lady rire, strade, lawrence, vincent, cain, sano, mason, celia, derek, chamomile, tom, richard, jaqueline, komodo, dragon, machete, ashe, jack, farz, raven, chet, anthony, john doe, people's original characters (i dont have much interest in EP's stuff btw. not my thing. but i occasionally post peoples fanart with those guys)

ships: lawren, stren, i will add others

media: art, shitpost, animation, writing, cosplay, music

other shit: my posts specifically, genderbent, probably gonna add more tags i just forgor

#me #pinned

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yuna-dan · 7 years

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Ink on my skin

I don’t know what the freak just happened, but Im excited. I hope this turns out the way I want to…

This is a soulmate au, the one where if you draw something on your skin it appeared on your soulmate’s.

Btw, I HATE THE TITTLE

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

- Warning: Slight angst. Fluff and off-screen character death. Pairing: Moxiety Tags: @obviouslyelementary @killerfangirl3 @scarletsaphire @the-prince-and-the-emo @onemorebookidontneed @umbreon-and-chocolate4life @elephantsatsea @skylions-den @nobodygotarrested @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic @deafchildcrossing also @moral-angst and @organizeddiscord because they like the ship.

Part 2 -- Part 3 -

For the longest time, Patton has loved painting. He knew he wasn’t the best, yet he loved to make bad doodles over his math textbook. Even if his dogs were confused by weird-looking pots or his people still looked like stick-figures, he loved drawing and painting.

He was eleven-years-old when he was told by his dads what a soulmate was. They said some people had such a strong bond that whenever they write on their skin, it would appear on the skin of their soulmate. One of his dads wrote his name and it appeared on the other.

That was magical for little Patton, so he had to try it.

Hello, my name is Patton and I’m your soulmate.

Followed by the doodle or a heart with big eyes and gigantic smile.

His soulmate didn’t answer, but it was okay, maybe they were shy.

Ever since that day, Patton spend hours and hours drawing on his arms, legs and abdomen. He thought to write with both hands so that he could write in both arms without a problem.

Yet, he knew his soulmate deserve something better.

So, one day he stood in front of his dads with tons of brochures about art summer camps, where the kids could learn any kind of art.

His dads smiled and the next summer he was in one of those art camps.

All the kids were in a small cottage. Patton was smiling enthusiastically holding his notebooks against his chest, waving his hand to all the people around him. Just like in any course, they have to introduced themselves with their age, name, what they do and why they were there.

“My name is Roman, I’m eleven and I sing and act. I’m here because I wanna become the best actor in the world.” He said, confidently earning a few chuckles of the teachers and kids around.

This kid, Roman, sat next to Patton and gave him a smile, encouraging to present himself, and soon a cute friendship was born.

“My name is Patton, I’m twelve and I paint. I’m here because I love painting… and because my soulmate deserves better drawings.”

And hopefully, he would get them.

For the next two years, Patton spend a lot of time painting on his walls, in his notebooks and, of course, on his own arms. He never failed to draw something beautiful on his arms…

Or to draw something, he was aware his art was not the best, but he was trying and that was the thing that count.

“Patton, your friend is here!” His dad yelled and with a quick look on the mirror he went to the door.

Roman was on his doorway, waiting for him and Patton has never felt so happy. He had a shy soulmate, an amazing best friend and loving family.

Patton had everything.

Until one moment, he didn’t.

Death doesn’t discriminate. He was aware of that, yet when the car crash took one of his parents away he mourned hard, he was only sixteen.

That night he drew a willow on his tight, and it was the better drawing he had ever made. He cried and cried until he fell asleep.

Sadly, that crash didn’t take just one of his dads. His other dad, William, was still there but he was too depressed to do or say something, he was like the shadow of what he used to be.

Roman was still around, thankfully.

Patton tried hard not to break down, he tried to be the strong one for his father. He tried to smile.

But he couldn’t.

He knew something was wrong because he couldn’t paint. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get any idea of what to draw.

His brain was dried of ideas and that just frustrated Patton beyond level. He was snappy to his teachers, to his father and even to Roman.

He knew something was wrong the moment he stopped drawing on his skin.

He was in math class, hearing some boring stuff when he picked up a sharpie for the first time in six months and he gathered all the value to write to them again.

Sorry for not talking to you. He wrote on his wrist Life is being horrible lately…

I don’t even know if you exist, y’know?

Under his words, he drew a pair of wings, probably something symbolizing his dad but he tried not to think about it too much.

That night after another dreadful dinner with his father, he felt something tickling on his left wrist, but he ignored it, it was probably another mosquito or a bug biting him.

It wasn’t until the itching became painful that he looked on his skin.

Sorry to hear that.

I exist.

And next to the pair of wings a little arrow, pointing a note

This is your best drawing so far…

That night, he slept with a smile on his face.

This might be three chapters long or something, I already have the plot so dw.

#yuna's fic #moxiety #Morality sanders #patton sanders #Virgil Sanders #Anxiety Sanders #Prince sanders #Roman sanders #fic #fan fic #fanfic #Ink on my skin #Soulmate

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