I created this blog for the purpose of sharing my writer as well as taking your guy's suggestions and making those. I am mostly new on tumblr although this isn't my first time writing, I have one other story on here and I have one on wattpad. I am excited to share my writing and Novel ideas on here with anyone who wants to read them.
Though I will except a bit of criticism that is different then outright hate, and that is rude and disrespectful. I would appreciate if that was kept to yourself.
As for when I post updates to my stories or future web comics I do what I can but I strive to do 1-2 a week.
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"Yeah I guess I probably should check the dryer..." I said softly before shooting him a smile and putting my sock back in the basket. I felt him readjust my cat ear hat and pat my shoulder. I glanced back over my shoulder and racked my eyes over his outfit. He was wearing a new band tank top, some white washed black cargos he's painted on, 3 layered studded belts that hung just above his butt. He was also wearing the kandi bracelets I gave him for his last birthday.
"Anyway, I'll go check the laundry room, would you check your bed incase I lost them to your sheets." I said as I started to wonder my way down to our door grabbing my keys on the way.
"hon, I have no idea how you sleep in thigh high socks," he teased with a soft smirk. I smiled and rolled my eyes "You can't be talking-" I ran a hand through my hair "-you chose to sleep with me of all people."
"It's not may fault you're touch starved," Nick said in a almost cocky tone. "Hey! So rude," I said my voice over flowing with sass.
I grabbed my keys and clipped the carabiner onto my belt before crouching down to tie my shoes. Then shut the door behind me leaving nick alone in our dorm.
I plopped my laundry basket down on my ironing board, pulled my headphones back on and un-paused my crime podcast. After that I started to fold up my clothes, setting them down on my bed when I finished folding them up. I folded my favorite shirt, a pair of pants I swear I have 6 pairs of, and a couple of my roommate's band shirts he put in my laundry.
Once I had most of my clothes folded I realized half of my socks were - missing, just gone. My pastel pink sock, my blue ones, even one my paw socks are missing, and I don't even wear them that often.
"Nick! Did you mess with my laundry? Is this a prank?" I called out to my roommate.
He peeked his head around the corner and smiled at me as he removed his headphones. "yeah hon?" He asked in that deep gravely voice you could tell was made for music. I pulled off my own headphones and showed him my paw sock. "What did you do to my other sock?" He put his hand on my hip and he looked into my eyes with his stone gray eyes.
"Hon I didn't touch your socks-" he ran a hand through my hair "-why do you think I did it?" I fidgeted with my lavender hoodie and I rolled my eyes. "Because pranks are your kind of thing," I mumbled softly. I sighed and put it back in the basket. "These were my favorite socks..." I allowed my self to whine cause I know he thinks it's cute. "Ollie have you checked the drier?" He said and I realized I hadn't eve thought of the simplest reason my socks could be missing.
This Is told from the point of view of Ollie, a kind hearted femboy who really really likes crime podcasts. The other character is Nick, Ollie's roommate and mutual FWB, a silly band kid who never really left that goth or emo phase we all had.
