#I honestly feel like I have barely scratched the surface of Geppetto/Carlo/p and why I find their dynamic and shitty dad/son relationships

[muntadhir]

I’ve been in that whole “my writing is stale, blah” mood (wtaf is new, lads) but then my thoughts shifted to how I haven’t even written stuff like, p getting gangbanged by old men while Geppetto watches (participates?) So really, it’s like —— has my writing truly even begun???? Wee fucking snaw, lads.

I have like an internal checklist that I gotta get through before I fuck off from this fandom, and it’s like:

Write Geppetto banging wiktor

Actually play dbh so I can write hank banging Geppetto or p or both (I like how my autocorrect capitalizes Geppetto but not hank. My autocorrect knows who is the man of my heart)

old men gangbang p

actual pregnancy

Write something that genuinely disurbs me to write. Something out of my wheelhouse, that makes me uncomfortable. I want to be made uncomfortable by my own writing because it is mine, and I have the power to continue or pause or fully stop at any time, and that is such an incredibly powerful emotion for me

Tl;Dr sorry for being a bit serious. Eventually I wish to write something vile, even viler than all of whatever ((gestures to my ao3)) that is