Writer's Note
Obligatory: this fic has mature themes. It has vulgar language, mentioned sex, and occasional nudity. I'm not planning on writing smut/lemon in this fic.
That out of the way, the goal is FUN! Feel free to comment and send suggestions! I love ideas.
Constructive criticism is accepted, please don't feel shy. If you notice me spell something incorrectly, feel free to let me know. If you notice that something is not a word and there is no correct spelling, I made that shit up!! For fun!!! Yaya!!!
Ask questions! I'll answer!
The table of contents includes chapter number, chapter title, the word count of that chapter, and the total word count of all the chapters. The table of contents is updated as chapters are released. Because the chapters are short, they're easy to write when I feel like it, so there will often be a backlog.
There are currently a handful of confirmed ships. Once again, feel free to suggest any!
They are:
Blue x Nightmare
Blue x Dust
Dust x Cross
Blue x Horror
Blue x Dream
Dream x Ink
Dream x Crow
Crow x Ink
There's also not yet written about Geno x Reaper x Life, because I think it's fun.
I don't like using epithets lmao
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Take this as a sign: buy lingerie.
—303 Words
Chapter 2: Don't take anything seriously, not even the words I say.
—163 Words
Chapter 3: Google: Will my brother die if he falls from playground equipment?
—421 Words
Chapter 4: I'd like to thank my fans. And my mother for trying to kill me.
—534 Words
Chapter 5: Clubbing. Not clickbait. Gone wrong. Alleged deaths. Police not involved.
—716 Words
Chapter 6: Froyo shop of misery
—475 Words
Chapter 7: Recipe, no microwaves needed, police involved on unconnected case.
—682 Words
Chapter 8: Standard fabric and string arts club meeting experience.
—338 Words
Current Total Wordcount: 3,632
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