horror vibes~

important notes:

i'm sapphic and have a strong preference for f/f threads (m/f are chill from time to time but my muse is not always there; m/m ships are a no-go for the time being)

all my muses are amab!

drafts in progress: starting semi-fresh

d*scord: wickcdmindz

i'm trans, a poc, queer as f*ck, and really into video games. my page is still under construction but here are some important links, i'll obviously add more as time goes on:

muses

rules

open starters

wanted plots

drabbles

if you have any more questions, feel free to message me!

"i'm not a fan of the holidays," cain admitted as her eyes settled on the gift sitting between the two of them on the table. "i assumed you weren't either. what is it?"

i primarily write wlw; any other dynamic is only written with longer term writing partners.

all my muses are amab

i do lots and lots of horror and dead d/ove threads, so nearly anything is on the table (no conv*rsion, scat, or feet)

i'm definitely open to using gifs on discord but also it's not mandatory (but it's a nice addition for visuals)

i'll be real, i play nearly all my muses as tops/doms, but any one of them is capable of bottoming or subbing, depending on the thread and the preference of my rp partner!

you can add me at wickcdmindz on discord!

"so, let me get this straight. i spent years looking for you and you've been spending it playing house? un-fucking-believable," cain set the nauseatingly warm family portrait back down on the mantle. she should've known better than to come looking for an old voice, an old face. "i refuse to believe you've changed that much."

there was a strange difference in the cadence of the footsteps behind her. not the idle motions of someone just carrying on their day, this was focused. there was intent. with the lazy twitch of her ear, luca maintained a careful awareness of it.

odd...the way the universe makes this sort of situations fall on people that are just trying to mind their business. still, she couldn't bring herself to think too hard about it. two fingers came up to tug the blunt from her lips, used her other hand to pinch the red embers out before she stuck it behind her ear. cop? someone that just didn't like the vibe? either way, she didn't break her stride.

that is...until she heard the familiar voice behind her. a lazily furrowed brow and she barely turned her head to the side as she halted her footsteps. once she heard them draw closer, she fully turned. "kinda cryptic, my dude. don't think that's the way the script usually asks you to move."