Hello! I'd like to request my good sweet idiot child Aurelien, if that's okey dokey!

Oh hell yeah I'm down for this

You did such a wonderful job with Bethan, would you be able to try your hand at my other, much ruder Program V3 child, Kat?

It felt selfish, in a way, to admit it, but the details about why Morgan had loved Lizzie weren’t what was most important, here. It wasn’t like he didn’t care, or anything like that; if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have asked in the first place. He watched Morgan as he spoke, nodding along softly with wha...

Whoops this turned out really super duper long! Oh no! Read it anyway or else Not ranking Aurelien, Galahad, or Nanna-Fiora, as they're still alive! 28) Amy Bachelor, V5 - Amy was not a bad character in concept; a super-massive fan of various forms of YA media and the like is a pretty solid launchpa...

i uh

apologise ahead of time

but I really love your art a ton and so I'd love to see your take on Bethan

“Oh.” He was silent, even after he opened his mouth and swallowed the ibuprofen on the third attempt. The sound of his ragged, shallow breathing was the only sign he was still there, still conscious. The static was gone, but it was just blank in his head now. The ghosts were still. It seemed even th...

This, uh. This hurt. This hurt a lot. Like, yeah, that wasn’t exactly a mindblowing statement, that getting shot in the goddamn side hurt like a bitch, this wasn’t some newfound revelation that he and he alone was experiencing. It was just. God. Fuck. He couldn’t fucking overstate how godawful it fe...

((George Fletcher-Hart and Harrison Ricciardo continued from We're nothing but a ship of fools, basking in our days of glory hey i was just wondering , were you like planning on going to sonia's thing she was planning i know nas is for sure uh hello? No, I'm not going oh okay Why? Are you going? uh ...

He couldn’t do it. He just… he couldn’t find the ability to pull the trigger. Not even to provide covering fire, not in case he, like, nicked a vital artery or shot so wildly that he managed to pepper Michael’s entire face and torso with bullet holes. He could move his finger onto the trigger. He ju...

The fuse was lit. Arizona rushed into the room, flanked by cannon fire, and Garren winced at the loud crack that pierced his skull, still not used to the sound at such close range. He hesitated for a moment, ears ringing, trying desperately not to think of The Charge of the Light Brigade - of fuckin...

Everyone on the island had to make a decision. Well. It was, obviously, a little more complicated than that. None of them had witnessed some, like, omnipresent being speak to them as soon as they woke up, asking them ‘Do you wanna be a good dude or a bad guy?’ and forcing them to answer. It was more...

Silence descended upon the manor, and for a moment, as it began to stretch out to uncomfortable territories, Garren wondered whether Arizona had just turned around and left, abandoning him to deal with Michael by himself. Maybe she figured it was what he deserved, stabbing the guy he’d just been pro...

Garren closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, taking a long, long breath. It tasted of stale air and dust and rot, so, like, not exactly fucking optimal, not what he would have chosen for possibly his final few breaths. Woulda been cool if this had all happened outside, but, hey. Beggars coul...