Hiiii hello Beau! It's been a while, how are you in these trying times??? I'm rlly sorry cuz I'm not reading any of your fics for the past few months due to school😔😔
Have a squishy Syntax 🕷️
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HI ICEEEthank you for the art drop i needed to see his beautiful lil face <3, missed you! Hope you doing okay, make sure to drink plenty of water n stay safe, i love your artstyle oml, and dont worry about reading anything if yu dont have the time, the world can wait! i appreciate it tho <3333
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last line wip
tagged by @denerims @arklay @morvaris @nuclearstorms @aartyom and @liurnia to post the last line of the wip i'm working on currently or something. thems the rules i think. idk. gonna break em because I feel like it ig
tagging: @seraphfighter @setaflow @malefiicarum @swordcoasts @jackiesarch and @statichvm <3
“What’s a pretty little sheila like you looking so sad for?” A strongly accented voice, possibly Australian, comes from what sounds like right in front of her, her eyes popping open immediately.
Holy shit, that’s a big man. Tall, built like a brick warehouse with a big mane of blond hair— and some of the prettiest blue kiroshis she’s ever seen in her life.
Is he talking to her?
He’s looking directly at her, quite expectantly in fact.
He’s gotta be talking to her.
Her name isn’t Sheila though.
“Um, sorry, what was that?” Verde asks, gawking a little at the tattoo that paint his shoulders and just. Muscles.
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Halfway through reading the new chapter and I’m smiling n stuff at my screen like a little fool. You’re writing of y/n and Syntax interacting jsut makes me stupidly happy?? Anyways- I hope you’re doing well!! :)) 🔆
msmsmdsid dijfldsiufhg Thank you! I really do try to make the story flow as humorously and properly as possible! I'm so so so glad you like it and durgfgdfgh im doing GREAT how about yourself?? Make sure to drink water and get plenty of rrest!
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Human Alastor with an s/o who knows he is a serial killer but was never bothered by it.
human alastor is beginning to grow on me a lot, this is possibly the fastest blurb i’ve ever written <333
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“you don’t have to do this every time i come home, my darling”
you were both sat on the edge of the bathtub, a wet washcloth that was warm in your hand as you cleaned alastor’s face of his victim’s blood. you didn’t know what time it was — all you knew is that it was late. and no one was up at this godforsaken hour.
“i know i don’t have to. but i do it because i want to,” you wipe off the last remainder of red splotches on his cheek, gentle and with care. and he’s staring into your eyes almost as if he’s enchanted by you. “think of it as a way of saying thank you, i suppose”
alastor chuckles at your silly little statement.
“thank you? my dear,” he reaches up to gently cup your cheek. your movements nearly stutter at how flustered you get, eyes widening with a flutter of your eyelashes. “there is no need to thank me in such a way when you know i’d kill anyone who even looks in your direction”
it’s messed up, you know, how your heart skips a beat at his confession, how it warms your heart that he’ll make damn sure that you’ll only be his for all eternity and beyond.
but you can’t help it.
everyone you’ve ever known has always been so prim and proper, made it feel like you were stepping on glass as you had to watch what you said and did so you weren’t damned.
but with alastor? he was a true gentleman; in a dark and twisted way. he danced with you in the living room to soft jazz, telling you how you were the most beautiful belle he’d ever laid his eyes on. you shared kisses in dark alleyways that you knew no one walked through at nighttime. he made you feel like a princess in some sort of fairytale.
it was poetic, bloody, and dark all at once.
and you were addicted to the thrill of it all.
you set the now blood stained cloth down as you took alastor’s glasses off his face, cleaning them with a breath and the hem of your summer dress.
“and you know i’ll always be here to clean you up afterwards,” you carefully place his glasses back on his face. you busy yourself with his bowtie, making sure it wasn’t crooked. “you don’t scare me. and neither does your infatuation with me. it’s rather… charming”
alastor hooks his pointer finger underneath your chin, making you look up at him.
“i suppose that makes us quite the pair then, hm?” he leans in closer with half lidded eyes.
“a murderous chap and his innocent beau”
please comment/reblog if you enjoyed my works, it’s greatly appreciated <3
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