I Love How You Write Slashers And Dbd Killers As The Readers Fathers. Theres Not Enough Of That In The

I love how you write slashers and dbd killers as the reader’s fathers. There’s not enough of that in the fandom and I enjoy reading it. It so wholesome. Thank you for your amazing stories and wholesomeness! 🙂

Thank you so much, soapyghostie! You know, when I first made the slasher father drabbles, I didn't expect much. In fact I expected to be shunned. But to know that there are people who enjoy these particular drabbles makes me so happy, you have no idea ❤️ And I certainly do plan to write more slasher daddy drabbles. Like a LOT more. It was by accident, but I finally found my happy place in this dark fandom, and I love it, and I can't wait to share it with you and many others.

Also, I've visited your account and I think your writing is very lovely and sweet. Keep up the amazing work, my dear. You have an amazing talent and I can't wait to see it expand and grow ❤️

So I kind of just wanted to explain my situation to ya'll if that's alright. Disclaimer: this post is mainly of me just yapping and it includes some personal topics. Sorry...

Some of you are aware that I was in the process of moving across the country. Well I'm grateful to announce that the move was a success! I'm so grateful!!! I've only been in my new home less than a week, and it's the longest I've gone without being verbally abused in over thirteen years. Here in a few months- if something bad doesn't happen that is- it'll be the longest I've gone without being physically abused. And I can't tell you how good it feels. Like I'm soooooooo happy right now. Today I went walking around town and I got to do it without fearing for my life. My apartment is safe, this city is safe and the people are amazing. I kind of just feel like I'm living a dream (I'm freakin crying while I write this, lol). I've spent so long doing nothing but survive and now I feel like I can finally live.

I used to have to worry about every little thing; arson, breaking & entering, tire slashing, getting attacked, death threats. Terrific family, huh? The state I'm from (Arkansas) is one of the poorest, most violent states in all of America- please be extremely careful if you ever go there. So many bad things happened over the course of those thirteen years, I... I just don't know what to say. It was awful. I honestly don't know how I'm still here.

Unlike Arkanzans, the state I moved to glady accepts my Irish ethnicity and are positive towards my accent. I've never felt this peaceful and calm before. And I know bad things can happen at any moment- I could very well lose my life tomorrow or something, but I just can't deny how happy I am. I spent the last five years of my life working to achieve this goal, and I have. I ran away from all my abusers to my favorite state of all time, and I'm happy.

Right now I'm kind of just soaking up this new environment I live in. I'm not answering asks or writing updates or drabbles yet because I need just a little bit more time, (don't worry @breadboyye I haven't forgotten about your drabble! I will get it complete!) Many of you have been so supportive and patient with me and I'm so grateful for that. Thank you.

Oh, and the best part about all this? Not having to deal with bad people all the time might help me to make faster updates 👀🤞 let's hope for the best, me loves 💚 (Yes, I am going to start using my Irish slang. Get used to it).

Things are changing.

Hey ya'll. It's been more than a hot minute since I've posted or updated any of my slasher stories, and I'm gonna explain why.

Things are changing. Ever since I moved across the country, I've noticed that I'm changing. My personality is blooming, and I'm becoming more confident and happy with myself. And I've started to realize just how much I've lied to you guys. The truth is that I've never been that happy in the slasher fandom. (I've explained this before in a vent post) And while I appreciate your support, there's nothing that can change the fact that I'm a non-binary asexual in a female dominant fandom that thrives off of sexual content. I feel lonely and different-different in a bad, hated way. I don't enjoy bdsm, I don't find the killers attractive and I don't write them in canon. It's just hard being a part of something that you don't really enjoy the way 99% of the rest of the fandom does.

I've tried to push through because I love and appreciate my fans and followers. I acted happy, I pretended to enjoy what I wrote, and I even tried writing smut. But I'm tired of lying and I'm tired of pretending to be happy. It's time to change.

I've never shared much about myself with you guys even though there were times I really wanted to. I kept my opinions to myself and I kept my feelings locked up. Some folks have treated me like a walking suitcase of trauma while others act like I'm too intimidating to talk to. And that's not what I want. I don't want you guys to think of me as just a traumatized writer. I want you to know me as 'me'.

Madie. Your Weirdo.

I'm going to start being more open and honest. For a moment, I was just gonna fade into darkness and never return to this account, but my other Tumblr account is teaching me something: being myself instead of who other people want me to be makes me happy. On that account I've made opinions, I've made fan theories, I've ranted and I've just goofed off for the fun of it- all things that I've never really done on this account even when I really wanted to.

What I'm trying to get at is the fact that I don't wanna give up on my slasher account or any of my friends and followers. I want to change by being more open and honest. And if being myself isn't enough... Then I guess we'll know that I'm truly not meant to be here. I gotta admit, I'm terrified of how you guys will treat me when you realize that I'm more goofy and immature than you previously thought.

But that's who I am. And I really hope that, by being who I really am, then maybe I'll be happy enough to stay here.

Some people have been asking/requesting that I make more slasher father drabbles. Oh, my loves, you don't have to ask. I have so much in mind for our fatherly slashers, it's not funny. I even plan to include some additional killers like ones from Dead By Daylight and all the other iconic, old horror movies. And the drabble sequences I have in mind are crazy, with both child readers and teenage readers. It might be a while, but I do plan to write these drabbles. All you have to do is be patient and keep checking in.

And I'd like to apologize for not being active lately. I know a lot of you have sent me messages, asks, and submissions, but I am unable to do anything right now due to being in the process of moving across the country and dealing with personal struggles. I'm sorry that everything is on hold at the moment.

There's also something else I should probably tell you all, but I don't have the courage to say it right now, and I don't know if I ever will. I just wish I hadn't pushed myself to go so far in a fandom I was never happy in to begin with. There's more to it than that. Like a lot more. But I've never felt like anything I say about myself has ever really mattered, so it'll probably stay locked inside me forever. But that's okay. It's always okay, right?

Once again... I'm sorry.

True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

I think for a comeback, I'm gonna kick off with a brand new slasher story before I update Miracle of The Moonlight. (Warning: in this post I share minor details of my life that may be considered disturbing).

To be completely honest, one of the reasons why I wrote most of my stories the way I did (overly dramatic and full of trauma) is because that's all I knew life to be. I dealt with all kinds of bad people and situations that overwhelmed my life with negativity. So I tried to create positivity and comfort by writing my stories.

However, the new state I live in has provided me with a wholesome, safe, unbelievably kind environment that I could never be more grateful for. I love retail jobs, but the last retail job I had in AR I got stabbed nearly to death outside of the store, so after that I had to work in a secured factory for my own safety. But now I'm back in retail and I'm LOVING it. I'm loving my new home so much that I'm getting ideas from it.

So, for this new story idea, I am gonna base the plot a bit off my own environment (which is literally nothing new, lol). There is going to be mega canon-divergence, basically like an AU. Dbd characters will also be used. And we're gonna make a HUGE change- and this is something that I've wanted to try for a long time. Like in my slasher father drabbles, I'm gonna write the killers as good guys. Feel free to hate me all you want. I'm done trying to fit in.

The plot for this story has been inspired by the horror stories I've heard from countless people about the winters here. And it's also been inspired by the incredibly kind, loyal customers that I get. Here's the gist-

Summary: A blizzard is getting worse and worse outside. The radio station has put out an alert for an emergency city shutdown. People are to go home immediately. But you're stuck in the building along with several other people taking shelter from the storm. It's too rough to go outside. The doors are stuck open. It's getting cold. You need to stay calm and get warm. Luckily there are some strong people there to help.

Of course, as you probably can imagine, the strong people are the slashers. Just imagine the safety, admiration and warmth you would feel if they were to help? This story literally has no trauma in it besides the blistering cold I guess. It's just a fluffy, sweet, heartwarming one shot. I've been feeling so happy and I love my little coal miner customers so much that I couldn't help but to feel inspired.

All I can hope for now is that you may possibly enjoy my new story, my loves ❤️