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It's Been An Exhausting Week And I Had No Time And Energy To Write, So Let's See What Todays Writing
it's been an exhausting week and i had no time and energy to write, so let's see what todays writing session brings
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what are y'all gonna do for halloween? and do you dress up? if so, as what?
don't be shy to comment or rb with your answers <3
i have like three rough ideas for long form pieces of jealous!ford x reader - and bear with me here, two of them are basically the same setup but in two versions because i can't decide between them, and one is stan having enough of ford's endless pining (and denying his own feelings), so he takes matters into his own hands and starts flirting with r, to bring ford to finally make a move
all that because i realised the og i was writing on is gonna be waaay longer than i anticipated and i tried thinking of alternatives

hi!! drew a little scene of hallucination r & ford !! hope its alright!!
OMG ARE YOU KIDDING ME? that's so fucking cool omg i loveit!!!!! thats one of the coolest things to ever happen to me i think like,,,
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i literally can't express how happy this makes me, thank you so fucking much i love it!!! <333
hallucination!r x ford masterlist
Ford shook his head. He thought he had seen something in the corner of his eye, but when he turned there was nothing there. Not that he trusted it. The emptiness and his gut feeling telling him something was wrong.
He knew Bill was gone. He knew it. But it still kept him up at night. The possibility of his return... What if their plan didn't work? What if something went wrong?
The never ending nightmares in which he was, despite the demon's absence, tormented by the it, kept him from even attempting to get rest. He'd rather have it he collapsed on the floor in the inevitability that was the weakness of his body, than succumbing to his inescapable suffering willingly. Even if it meant that his paranoia would spike, even if he would start to see movement in the corner of his eye, only to turn and find his study empty and ever so still. Even if it meant he would go insane. At least it was at his own hand, his own choice and not due to the remnants of an egocentric megalomaniac. 'Well', he thought, 'maybe he would. Maybe he was just that, too.'
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