Anonymous asked: -gives dress and coat- It's too cold to be naked
And… oddly familiar…
Speed-doodle with my version of Dark!Charlie
Charlie from Don’t Starve
What if Maxwell can use Nightmare Fuel as a recreational drug?
I thought he did…
A Fannibal Christmas
— Part II
o chrissstmasss tree… o chrissstmasss tree…
your ornamentsss shine temptingly…
I never thought I’d get this far. Seriously, my main blog with giant piles of many fandoms of fanfiction only has 130.
As a big fat ‘thank you’ I’m giving away…
Like or reblog this post and I’ll add your name to a Pile. After one week I’ll collect the names and randomly determine a winner.
Winner gets a story of their choice, probably short (under 3k words).
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- your askbox needs to be OPEN!
- you will have three days to respond if you win
- I have very few hard limits on topic. I’ve been around. I’ve written many things that would turn the strongest of stomachs. But I still request you be open for discussion on ideas.
- time it’ll take me to write is UNKNOWN. If it’s an idea that meshes well with my mental state at the time then it could be under an hour. If it’s an idea that feels like pulling teeth then it could be weeks.
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halfway done, people!
…and I only need a d10…
I tried to warn you, Maxy.
Have some canary!Charlie.
Charlie pouted when it appeared their card game had ended at a single hand. She supposed it was for the best, though, as the cards themselves weren’t staying in one deck, instead shifting to others.
She sighed before refilling Maxwell’s empty goblet, noticing his state. That sigh morphed into an amused hiss. “you never were good at holding your wine…” she teased. “alwaysss too ssstrong for you…”
She sipped her own goblet, finishing it off before she poured herself more. “of courssse I love my baby… no matter how inhuman it isss… remember my dear Maxxxwell…” sip… “you and I… are much lesssss human than we usssed to be… why… what do you exxxpect it to become?”
He flopped down onto the table, staring up at her with glassy eyes. “I ‘spose I would be a light-weight, I’m only 176 pounds!” He snickered to himself, stopping only after hearing her going silent, leaving him on a question.
"I dunno…Just maybe a little human, I guess….Then again an anon did it, s-so-" He hiccuped, laying his cheek against the table. "..So I guess it wouldn’t be very human in the first place." He picked up his goblet, sitting up and swinging it as he spoke, putting emphasis on his words.
"I’m TELLIN’ ya Charlie, that thing’s nooo good!" He offered out his glass to her. "But that stuff’s….The wiine’s good. Can I ‘ave some more?"
Charlie purred as she laid her head/chin/snout against the table next to Maxwell. He was totally sloshed and she… well, she was feeling pleasantly cold all over. It wouldn’t take a great deal more for her to be laid out on the floor trying to hear the music Maxwell was conducting.
She poured him some more wine before refilling her own glass. There was no reason he had to be drunk alone.
"I dun even know what Ssscreecher isss…" she lamented. "asss far asss I can tell it’sss an Owl but… it hasss handsss and a belly-mouth… do you know what it isss?"
Anonymous asked: maybe that'sss why she attacksss... becaussse I, ah, I mean she remembersss...
"….But, you said…You said you’d forgive me…”
and that… isss why I hunt you like a common captive…
the sssame asss I will until you feel you’ve been punished enough…
until you forgive yourssself… until you feel you’ve sssuffered enough…
or at leassst until your desssire for punishment isss focusssed on sssomeone other than myssself…
I hunt you… becaussse in your heart…
you want me to…
He wanted to speak but found no words, his voice lost to her words.
"….I’ll try to do better, then." He murmured, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper."
don’t ‘do better’…
let it go…
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