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king-with-no-crovvn · 29 days
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I’ve had this lingering idea for years of a gothic horror romance with Michael and reader a la Jack the Ripper/From Hell…
Royalty, intrigue, arranged marriages, a brooding younger prince, death, seduction…
Would anyone be interested in reading something of that nature?
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king-with-no-crovvn · 4 months
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I miss writing so, so much, and I still have so many ideas all these years later! Is anyone out there still reading for Michael Langdon these days??
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king-with-no-crovvn · 2 years
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This guy specifically 🤣🤣🤣
enough shit talk about women with daddy issues. let’s make fun of men with daddy issues
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king-with-no-crovvn · 2 years
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While writing something nefarious about Michael inspired by “Thriller”, I can’t help but think about something else that would befit the Halloween season!
Picture this for a moment:
Xavier Plympton, leaning suggestively against your door frame, dashingly donned from head to toe as MJ from the “Thriller” music video for Halloween, with the red leather jacket, red trousers, and loafers, before attempting to impress you endlessly with his dance moves as he picks you up for a party at an infamous Los Angeles haunted house with a very sordid past. You’d barely made a full lap around the ominous home before you were seductively whisked down the clunky wooden stairs toward the dimly lit, dank basement, his roaming hands and wandering lips distracting your senses from noticing the strange, dust-covered surgical table that now housed your seated frame. You'd almost fully forgotten the smells of iron that clouded your surroundings, each one of his intoxicating kisses tearing you further from reality when he whispered his debauched intentions against the shell of your ear, dulling the muffled voice that told you to run. His zipper had all but completely lowered, belt buckle jingling feverishly as he pressed himself flush between your thighs, only for you both to freeze in your breathless tracks as a small red ball rolled slowly across the basement, finding purchase against one of his shoes. Curiosity tickled your mind as your eyes tracked the trajectory of the ball, and a steadfast sense of dread fisted your throat the moment you set eyes on him. Standing silently in an abysmal corner, a man dressed in white stood watching the two of you, and before either of you could make an escape out of your makeshift captivity, petrified in place, he ominously ambled toward you, twirling a shining blade between his gloved fingers before passing it to Xavier with a cold demand that made your soul turn to stone and a beseeching tear stain your cheek…
“Go on… time to give her a smile…”
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king-with-no-crovvn · 2 years
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Posting this for anyone who may be interested in reading my writing.
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king-with-no-crovvn · 2 years
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when night comes…
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king-with-no-crovvn · 2 years
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The fandom faded but I’m coming back to fully indulge in some antichrist fanfiction.
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