Touch Me - Radio Fucked The Video Star

Authors Note... and Warning

This is quickly becoming a novel.
I write long chapters,
My character development is crucial for where I'll be taking this, but be warned.
It is going to get kinky.
It is going to get noncon.
It is going to get smutty as all fucking Hell. Literally.
Everyone's gonna get fucked i imagine. I'm just rolling the fuck.
Also literally.
But with a story arc that doesn't suck or make no sense.
If you find a typo, please comment about it so I can fix it cuz I'm a grammar nazi.

That's all, just a heads up. When it gets into the story, you'll be curious. And when it gets into the smut... well, gotta feed the heathens. We're a hungry bunch.
I hope you enjoy, and please leave comments to let me know what you think as we travel this dark, sexy road directly to Hell.

Cheers guys,
Fuck your ghost writer.

Yeah no, I'm not done. See this is the writer thing. It's a quiet problem. (Fucking complete bullshit, frequent mental breakdowns, funerals, Faustian clauses, murder, brokenness. Ghosts. A LOT of ghosts.
I'm hair certain i lost my mind a while ago when i started writing a book about heroin addicts. I was 14. By 15, I was fully sold, and I simply couldn't research anything more about it. There wasn't this much... internet. I needed to know those characters better, in order to write them. And, of course, we put ourselves in every character we write. So what we got some kinks? If you don't, you wouldn't be here, still listening to me. The ghost writer. My job is dead, once more, literally and thanks to AI, there's some cool shit. But it's safe to say, at in the form of the written word. Formed together by a human being who's been dreaming up stories since the day they arrived to life. But AI is missing something...
The things you are going to read in this, are words any AI know about will not write some of the things that are going to happen.
That's the point.
The reality and genuine YEARS and every emotion you can feel cone from writing these characters. From the second they appear, then finding their names. You never gore exactly where you were, what you were wearing, what you were doing... it's like 9/11.
It means, so much.

And then they come to life. You encourage them. If you were them, what would you do if you were living a life of a murderer, a rapist, a stalker, a demon, and most often... there's a writer in there. An indirect spy lurks within each character, but always mostly as one. And that one is you. It's me.
They say, "kill your darlings,"
No. Actually, William Faulknersaid it. Ihave no idea where things are gonna go.

So know this; as I can quietly sit here, pretending to be watching a movie with my other human thing... but, in reality. I'm right here, with you...

But, if you're not into the real edgy shit that crosses boundaries. But, important ones, flee while you can.
Who knows how far I'll take this, I may end up publishing it, though I'll use the characters from my novels that are so much like Hazbin Hotel's that is slightly alarming.
Credit for every character here goes to Vivsipop. I'm just here to fuck shit up.

Do you've been warned this is full on, dirty, unsettling, trigger warning shit.
I'm not fucking around. It's gonna get really, really not okay here and there. Expect the unexpected, and be ready for noncon smut. And we might all cry a bit, who fucking knows.

My Alastor is a very, very bad man.
Fucking Smash. Obviously. I can't help you if you're this far gone.
Officially,
Cheers,

Fuck your ghost writer

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.