#longlegs fanfic

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Cocooned

Lee Harker x autistic!fem!reader Warnings: autistic overwhelm times (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 0.8k

Summary: You're wildly overstimulated, but you never seem notice until it gets out of hand. Thankfully, your girlfriend does.

NOTE(S): Lee is autistic and I am willing to fight about it. Also, autistic x autistic girlfriends are my favorite thing in the world. Yeah, sure, I'm biased because I'm autistic, but... I don't know I just think it'd be the best thing in the world to have someone who gets it, you know?? P.S. I am not usually a horror movies person, but someone called Longlegs a modern-day Silence of the Lambs, and I'm an absolute simp for Clarice Starling, so it's no surprise here that bbg Lee Harker now falls into the same category.

You glanced at the clock as you heard the door open and shut. 3:30 PM. Awfully early for Lee to be home. A few moments later, she knocked quietly at the open door of your home office. You swiveled your chair around to look at her. She smiled softly at you. That’s how everything was with Lee. Quiet, soft–just how you liked it.

“You’re home early,” you observed.

Lee shrugged, leaning against the wall. “Carter sent me home. Not much to go on until the techs finish processing the scene.”

You nodded, trying hard to pay attention despite the harsh afternoon light glaring in through the window and the mechanical din from the edge of the property, where the neighbors were having work done on their tree line. Even the record spinning on the turntable was becoming a bit too much for you.

Lee furrowed her eyebrows, watching you intently.

“What?” you asked, flushing a little under her gaze.

“You’re rocking.”

She nodded toward your body, rocking forward and back in your office chair. She noticed more, but didn’t quite have the words to tell you. She noticed your jaw was clenched. She noticed that your breathing was faster than usual, a bit uneven. She noticed your foot bouncing against the hardwood floor, your fists clenched against the armrests of your chair, even the slight squint in your eyes every time you turned toward the window.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s like pulling teeth, getting work done today.”

Lee watched you a moment longer, then tilted her head toward the hallway.

“Come here.”

“Why?”

“Just come on,” she insisted, taking your hand gently in hers and pulling you down the hall and into the bedroom. Your body immediately relaxed in the dim, diffused light of your sleeping space. But you didn’t have time for a nap.

You eyed her suspiciously. “Lee, I still have work to do.”

“I know.” She gestured at the bed. “Lay down. Please,” she added after you hesitated.

You did as she told you, curling on your side to watch her, still unsure what she was trying to accomplish here. Lee draped the quilt over you, pulling it up over your forehead so that it formed a dim, little cave without inhibiting your breathing or your sight. Then she pulled the weighted blanket from the chest at the end of the bed and covered you in that as well, careful to ensure the weight was evenly distributed, and that you were completely covered from the base of your neck all the way down to your toes.

Your breathing slowed and anxiety leached out of your body. How did she know? How did she always know exactly what you needed?

She leaned down to peek into your cocoon, smirking at you. You just looked so cute. Your little face peeking out from under all those blankets. “Better?” she asked.

You nodded. “Mmhm. But–”

“Shh.” Lee pecked you on the lips to cut you off, leaving you flustered and warm and content in your dimly-lit blanket shell. “Be right back.”

When Lee returned a few minutes later, she carried your laptop, setting it up in front of you so you could continue working. Silently, you watched her change into sweats and dig through her bag, pulling out a stack of case files. She sat on the bed next to you, legs crossed, leaning back against the headboard as she opened a folder and started to read.

It was quiet, almost silent, except for the shuffling of Lee’s papers when she turned a page. And you were struck, all at once, by an almost overwhelming surge of love for her. Your girlfriend, who knew you so well, who knew what you needed before you did, who was so much like you and so different at the same time. You loved her smiles because they were fleeting and lovely and just for you. You loved the way she bit her lip when she was particularly focused. You loved that when she took care of you, like today, she expected nothing in return, acted as if she was just doing what she always did. And, in a sense, she was. But she didn’t realize how rare she was, how beautiful, how ethereal. And you couldn’t quite believe you’d found one another, found someone you fit together with so well.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning your head against her protruding knee as you resumed your work, typing softly.

Lee didn’t say anything in response. Sometimes she didn’t, and that was okay. After all, you didn’t always have much to say either. Instead, she ran her hand through your hair, ruffling it at the top before carefully putting the blanket back, adjusting the way it lay on the top of your head to make sure you could still see your laptop screen.

You kept your head against her knee as you both worked, time seemingly at a standstill here in your quiet, peaceful den. Just to know that she was there, just to hear her breathing, to feel her solid and real next to you–it was enough. It was more than enough.

[funeralpartyclown]

Please I'm actually begging on my knees and crying violently for you to do a one shot or a story of Longlegs kidnapping fem reader but not for anything ritualistic (well not all the way, lmao there's no avoidence) and he's just so soft with her, like he genuinely loves her and he has to keep reassuring her that he won't hurt her?! Pleaseeeeeee🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😭😭😭😭😭

Okay anon I hope this satiates your desires. I could also do a second chapter to this and I think I might..

Everyone send me more suggestions PLEAAASE I will never get tired of talking about him

[shadowsteed15]

Here I wrote a new thing about an idea I got a few days ago. 😊 Hope you enjoy it.

A chance encounter on a seemingly mundane evening sends your life spiralling down into the unknown, where you may discover that if you allow yourself to let go, your happiness might be just a dream away.

[margaritaville]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Longlegs (Movie 2024) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Lee Harker Additional Tags: Character Study, QVC, mundanity, Post-Canon Summary:

Used to be that one could sit and look at horrible things without feeling the gut twist of hunger. Lee Harker is human again.

[anarchy-n-glitter]

finally finished chapter 7! i promise next chapter’s gonna be a lot less dark.

[leeharkerd]

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i use she/her pronouns, and i am a lesbian!

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FANDOMS IM IN include glee, the boys, gen v, scream, and longlegs

CHARACTERS ill write for are quinn fabray, sidney prescott, jill roberts, amber freeman, mindy meeks martin, sam carpenter, queen maeve, starlight (annie january), cate dunlap, marie moreau, victoria neuman, and lee harker

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[pinksiamese]

Fic title: very early in my life it was too late

Fandom: Longlegs (2024)

Rating: mature

Warnings: none yet; give me time

Pairing: Lee Harker/Dale Kobble

Summary: Little girls will make a religion out of anything.

Chapters 1-3

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Dale Kobble (Longlegs) x GN!Reader

A/N: ANOTHER ONE! Another self indulgent story because I do not see enough written about Dale Kobble. Longlegs was a good movie to me and of course my mind immediately started to hyperfixate on it. Another thing, I don't remember FOR SURE the year date of Longlegs, besides I can come to the conclusion that it's set in 1991 because the most recent murders in the movie was four months ago at the time, and Haker's birthday was January, which was the month it was set in. And in the files at the beginning when Harker is looking through them, it says 1990. SO LET'S PRETEND I KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN!

Warnings!: Dale being a creepy, desperate man. Dale also being very pathetic. Of course unedited writing again because my lazy ass don't wanna. Noncon, riding his cock until he's panting like a pathetic pet, death gripping your chest to keep him from cumming sooner, praising.

A job at a hobby craft store wasn't as boring as you thought it was. Of course, it was something your friend, who also worked there, pressured you into doing so they wouldn't be so bored. The added perks of you borrowing craft supplies to make whatever you wanted while watching The Silence of the Lambs on the shit box television that was up on the wall.

Mostly your work was to get away from home. Between the arguing with your partner and the constant bitching you have to hear, sometimes having an escape is nice to have.

The bell on the door jingles, signalling an almost unwelcomed customers. You were right in the middle of gluing random buttons onto the jean jacket you wore over your shirt. Your eyes stayed on the older gentleman that came waddling in. It didn't take you long to remember it was that fucking creep that was asking your friend weird questions at the counter. Dale Kobble, the fucking freak.

"Welcome." You call out as the older man shuffled down the aisles. He was creepy as shit, that was for sure. His blonde hair framed his face that almost seemed feminine. He clutched onto his robe and gave a smile to you.

Your eyes glued back onto the TV for the next few minutes, trying to avoid the stares of the older man until the bell rang at the front counter. "Is that all you need?" Your eyes glued to the various items he had, doll eyes, synthetic hair, the works. Dale slid his items across the counter to you with shaking hands. They looked soft, but you could see the callouses on some parts of finger pads. Guitar player.

"When's your birthday, little angel?" Dale's voice was odd. It was whiney, but in a way it was oddly comforting. The same damn question he asked your friend. You debated on calling for the manager, to tell him that creep was back again. "I'm not comfortable with sharing my birthday." You gave Dale a dirty look, looking up through your lashes to give him a glare as you scanned his items.

Dale didn't say anything, just stared at you with that creepy smile. The entire aura of him was...off. He wasn't right in the mind and it was obvious through the haze in his eyes. You were almost convinced that this man was either high as shit or he escaped the retirement after being pumped up full of medications.

With that, he was gone after paying, leaving you with a pile of change at the counter that he made sure to count out exactly. "Of course that fucker would pay with just change." You grumbled as you started to put it away.

About an hour later, you were off. Your house was luckily not that far away, but the cold snap of winter wind was bad enough to make you wish you had a car. It was in the shop currently due to a drunk driving accident your partner had. You wrap your jean jacket around your midsection tightly to get rid of some of the bite.

Winter was always a bitch in Oregon.

In the distance, a ratty, old station wagon. If you could remember correctly, looks just like the Chevy Caprice station wagon your own father has. Maybe older. Not that it was important. It didn't seem important until you saw Dale getting out of it.

"Shit-" you turn, walking a different direction. Hell, you've been in this town long enough to know the back roads to get back to your place but all knowledge was wiped of it when you felt a strong grip on your shoulder.

"Are you lost, little angel?" That voice felt like a death sentence. It was heavy on your shoulders and felt like it knocked the air out of you. "No...sir. I'm fine." You felt the hand turn you around and for sure, you were face to face with Dale.

The two of you sat in silence, the grip on your shoulder getting stronger. "My friend tells me you have a mean partner." Dale said suddenly.

How the fuck? You don't tell anyone about what really goes on at home. Not even your own parents. "What fucking friend, you creepy asshole?" You tried to shove away by both of Dale's hands grabbed your shoulders, pushing you roughly against the station wagon.

"My friend, the one downstairs. He lives there so much that you can call him, 'Mr. Downstairs'." It was clear at this point, Dale has definitely lost it. "Play with me and I won't gut you and hang you by your fucking innards in front of your mommy."

Dale pressed his hips against your's, it was obvious what he was asking. The bulge tenting his thin dress pants pressed right between your thighs, against your crotch. You were frozen. You knew what could happen, you learned to never underestimate someone despite how they looked.

After more silence, Dale's hand gripped the hair on the back of your head, steering you into his car as he shoved you in, forcing you to straddle on top of him. He laid beneath you, it didn't take much of his whines to understand that he was already wound up. Dale rested his hands on your hips, his thumbs catching your shirt before pulling it up over your chest.

"Oh, angel, you're so sweet. Just like Satan made you perfect for me." Dale praised. It was weird, but in a way, you felt the ache between your legs start to build. Dale's bulge was right pressed against your crotch, his hips rutting it against you.

Dale's whimpers came out like a needy dog. He was so fucking pathetic and the way you perched perfectly against his cock straining his pants was a beautiful fucking sight. Dale reached a shaking hand down to undo his pants and his erection springs out almost immediately.

It didn't take long for you to strip either, seeing the leaking tip of Dale's cock was enough to make your insides quiver. Dale didn't even let your pants get all the way off before he just simply pushed your underwear to the side and filled up your hole with a sharp thrust.

"Fuck-" You choke out, his dick wasn't as big, but it was enough to make you fill full. Dale was already panting like a dog the second he was in, his hands death gripping your chest, and his thumbs rubbing over your nipples.

He was rougher than you expected, sharp, fast thrusts up against your ass and filling you completely. Dale had at least some experience with fucking fine meat, but it had been awhile. It said so in his thrusts, sloppy but still coordinated.

Dale clenched his eyes shut his mouth parted open in moans and whines like he's a desperate whore, holding onto you for dear life. By the end of it, both of you were screaming out in pleasure, a thick filling of Dale's cum shooting up into you. He pulls you off, seeing the string of the mixed fluids dripping from your tight hole that was clenching and unclenching around nothing to adjust to the emptiness.

"Such a pretty little lamb for the slaughter."

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The Halloween Party

Lee Harker x fem!autistic!reader Warnings: brief mentions of drinking/intoxication, smoking, awkward autism times, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.7k

Summary: You and Lee meet in the most unlikely of places (at least for you two): a party. But it's your mutual awkwardness that endears you to one another.

You couldn’t believe you’d let your friends drag you to this Halloween party… You weren’t a party person, especially not big, loud ones like this. But they’d insisted, said they were going all out for their costumes. When you’d clambered into the back seat of the car as they picked you up on the way, you realized that you’d wildly misunderstood what “all out” on costumes meant. All your friends… their outfits were skimpy and sexy. They looked amazing.

You, on the other hand… well, you’d spent three hours spiking your short hair up with gel and drawing a beard on your face with eyeliner and a brow pen. When you got in the car, you swear you could’ve heard crickets.

“Um… so who are you exactly?” one of them asked.

You shuffled awkwardly. “Gay Fieri.”

“You mean Guy Fieri?”

“No, no. Gay Fieri. Because I’m gay, get it? Like drag, kind of.”

They all laughed, and you blushed a bit. It was all in good fun, of course, but this wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last time that you’d unintentionally missed the memo on what a particular turn of phrase meant. You'd missed what kind of costumes all your friends would be wearing. Not that you’d have worn something like that anyway… You were much more comfortable in your loose button-up and jeans.

You knew, ten minutes into the party, that you’d probably end up Ubering home after a while. There were too many people for you, many of whom you didn’t know. It was too loud and chaotic and your friends were having fun in places other than the corner with you. Which was fine, you just weren’t cut out for parties like this.

Another woman–a little taller than you, sunglasses on even in the dimly-lit house, sidled up to the corner with you, sipping quietly from a cup. She wore an FBI jacket and a lanyard with what you assumed were fake credentials.

“I hate parties,” she muttered over her drink.

“Me too,” you agreed before settling into a comfortable, people-watching silence.

After a few minutes, even behind the sunglasses, you noticed she was watching you.

“What?” you asked, flushing a bit.

“Who are you supposed to be exactly?”

“Gay Fieri. Like, the Food Network guy, but gay. Here, like this.” You set your drink down on a nearby counter and stood up tall, doing your best to adopt Guy Fieri’s voice and personality and, you weren’t gonna lie, you were pretty good at it. Call it a remnant of a childhood hyperfixation on Triple D. Your voice immediately shifted into that particular Guy Fieri cadence. “I’m Gay Fieri, and we’ll see you next time on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dykes!”

The girl cracked a smile, just a small one, like she was trying to keep her face passive, and you grinned, knowing that even if she didn’t want to show it, you’d made her laugh.

“Anyway,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. “Your costume’s pretty obvious.” Then you realized your words could sound insulting and backtracked quickly. “Not in a bad way or anything! Just… uh... clear, you know? Not… ambiguous?” Jesus, this conversation was going terribly. You probably should go home while you were ahead or, well, not so far behind.

“It’s not a costume,” she said, her voice blunt, almost flat.

“Oh…” It took a minute for your brain to register what that meant. “Oh, so you’re… a real FBI agent?”

She nodded, taking another sip of her drink.

“That’s cool.”

You sat in silence for a few more minutes. Normally, you’d be nervous about the silence, it’d make you feel like you were doing something wrong. But somehow with this girl, it didn’t feel wrong, just felt like how both of you would be most comfortable.

“I’m Y/N,” you blurted out, realizing you’d forgotten to introduce yourself or even ask her name.

“Lee,” she replied, watching you stim your hands awkwardly at your sides for a moment. She slumped against the wall. “So who’d you come here with? Boyfriend?”

You scoffed, amused. “Do I look like the kind of person who has a boyfriend? Please. I came here with my friends. I don’t like boys, not my type.”

Lee had that look on her face again, the almost-smile, but she was hard to read with the sunglasses on. People were hard for you to read anyway.

“What is your type, then?” she asked, fiddling with the zipper of her jacket.

Your answer was honest, blunt, and you blurted it out before even thinking, before making the connection, not realizing how it would sound: “Women in law enforcement.”

You meant it as a joke, you meant it as a stupid, stupid reference to your obsession with cop television shows, like Criminal Minds or SVU, but… there was a real, live woman in law enforcement in front of you and… well, you’d just accidentally been more forward than perhaps you’d ever been in your life.

“I mean, uh… anyway…” You shuffled uncomfortably, your body and brain screaming at you to get out of there before you dug yourself further into a hole. “I gotta… one of my friends… see you later.”

You found one of your friends and joined the group she was talking with, not really wanting to converse, but trying to at least act intrigued, act… not as flustered as you were. But you noticed her all night–Lee–in your periphery, and you thought it might be just your imagination, but it felt like she was watching you. It made you both embarrassed and excited. On the one hand, maybe she… maybe she liked you, too? But, no, why would she? You looked ridiculous. You acted ridiculous. Probably she was watching you because she couldn’t believe anyone could be such a huge, raging idiot.

A little bit later, you were sitting on the curb outside, relishing the quiet of the night, waiting for your Uber, when two women sat down on either side of you. They weren’t your friends. You didn’t know who they were at all.

“Uh..” you stuttered.

“You’re Y/N, right?” one of them asked.

You were very confused. You weren’t a popular person, and there’s no reason at all why these two random women would know you.

“Yeah…?”

“Our friend Lee really likes you. She thinks you’re cute.”

Your stomach dropped nearly to the asphalt underneath you. No way. No fucking way. “Uh… what?”

“The FBI dweeb who didn’t even wear a costume,” the other said, describing her. “She couldn’t keep her eyes off you all night. You should ask her out.”

“Oh, I don’t–”

At that exact moment, Lee herself appeared in the doorway, her face immediately turning crimson as she saw her friends sitting next to you.

“Guys,” she grumbled, walking quickly down the porch steps. “Oh my god… seriously?”

Her friends giggled, obviously a little drunk, as Lee approached, hands crossed over her chest.

“Get out of here,” she chastised as they stood, laughing, and made their way back inside. “Jesus… leave her alone.”

Lee sat down next to you, sighing heavily as she removed her sunglasses. Your breath caught in your throat, and your cheeks burned. She was already pretty, but her eyes. God, so lovely and deep and–and… You had to look away.

“Sorry about them,” she said, her voice flat.

“It’s okay…”

“Did they, uh… did they say…” Her face was turning red, too, and you could tell what she was trying to get out.

You nodded, your voice quiet, timid. “Yep.”

She blew out her cheeks, letting out a shaky breath. “Okay…”

You sat in silence again for a minute, and you still loved having her there, still liked the way the silence didn’t feel uncomfortable. Lee pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, holding it gently to her lips before exhaling. She was so pretty. So cool. Why would she ever like you? But you knew you’d never forgive yourself if you let it go without even trying, without even just seeing if maybe it was real, the things her friends said.

“Was it… were they right?”

She looked at the ground, taking another drag on her cigarette, blushing a little. “Yeah.”

Your stomach did a little flip. You couldn’t believe it, couldn’t quite wrap your head around it. You knew you had to make a ridiculous picture, you sitting here with your fake beard and your spiked hair, Lee next to you looking impossibly cool like, apparently, she did every day. And she'd looked at you and thought… more?

“Um…” You weren’t really sure how to go about this. “We could… maybe we could… hang out sometime?”

She still didn’t look at you, her eyebrows furrowing thoughtfully. “Hang out?”

Be clear, you thought. Say what you mean.

“Go out… on a date.”

Now, Lee did turn to look at you, her wide, brown eyes piercing and intense as they took you in. You couldn’t read them yet, couldn’t tell what they were saying, but god you’d like to learn.

You were quick to backtrack. You didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “Or just hang out. Either one. Or neither… or–”

“Give me your phone.” She tucked her cigarette behind her ear, so that both of her hands were free, typing her contact info in. You could barely breathe, barely believe this was happening to you, it was like a dream. She handed it back, looking you in the eye again, retrieving her cigarette and taking another drag. “I’m free tomorrow. If… if you are.”

“I–” You stumble over your words. “Uh… yeah. I’m free. I’m 100% free. So free, you wouldn’t believe.”

She gave you that half-smile again, looking at the ground, and you felt your stomach erupt in butterflies. Oh, you didn’t think you’d ever get tired of making her look like that.

Your Uber pulled up, and you were reluctant to leave, but you held onto the promise of tomorrow. “Tomorrow then?” you clarified. “I’ll text you?”

She gave you a little wave, smiling softly, for real this time, her whole face. And it was as if the sun itself had shone on you. “Tomorrow.”

It was all you could do not to scream in excitement the whole way home.

[funeralpartyclown]

imagine: dale offers to kill your shit head partner/ex-partner but only if you fuck him in his grimy little station wagon first

Love your mind anon this was so fun to do.

After this I need to update my main fic, then I’ll be doing more so feel free to send more asks!!

[shadowsteed15]

Omg everybody, read this fanfic, I found it on AO3 today and it is honestly so beautiful it made me cry. 🥰🥹

[conchcreature]

Do you like being tucked in?

Helldolls fluff.

Kobble came down the stairs and immediately went to their bed. Its late and they've had a long day. Getting a doll that looks like your daughter from a guy you never met is really some people's trigger. Luckily it didn't turn physical and they were just screamed off the property.

Still though, some people. They curled up on their mattress and pulled the blanket over their body. They're ready for it to be tomorrow. Kobble was oblivious to satan watching from the corner.

He was pissed, a little at kobble for not getting the doll inside the house but more at that father. He may be the king of hell but he still cared for his employees, even the ones still on earth. He watches as kobble's body relaxes.

They're asleep now, he could just leave if really wanted to. He had to admit that he didn't give kobble the best of jobs. But then again, they didn't have the best charisma and them not being able to pick up on social cues made thing more difficult. They couldn't tell when they were losing someone.

Kobble started tossing and turning. It was normal for them though. As far as they knew, they slept peacefully like a baby. Satan already knew that. He sometimes wondered if he was the cause. If his presence subconsciously made them toss even though they literally worked for him.

He watched as they kicked the blanket of themselves just to start shivering a few moments later. How stupid is their body? Well, they've had it today.

He could be a little nice. He walked over to the mattress and pulled the blanket back over them and tucked them in so they'd stop turning. He saw a little smile creep up on their lips. Satan looked away, annoyed. He really could change the emotions in a room but sometimes it made him feel called out.

Kobble was his favorite though, most loyal, most submissive to him and took great pleasure when they succeeded in their job. And that did make satan happy. He knew if he need some at his beck and call that kobble would be that person.

He ran his claws gently and slowly up their back. Just to show some affection. He leaned in closely, just to see their smile a bit closer. They could feel his breath though and that woke them up. Kobble quickly stood up and looked around and satan stepped back.

They felt a pain on their back. They could feel faint scratches on their skin. How did that happen? He sniffed that air and smelled brimstone. Their boss came to visit, didn't he? Just what they needed. They layed back down and went to sleep once more. Satan tucked them back in and left. He'd had enough of today as well.

[atomic--peach]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Longlegs (Movie 2024)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Longlegs (Longlegs)/Original Female Character(s), Dale Kobble/orginal female character

Characters: Longlegs (Longlegs), Ruth Harker (Longlegs), Original Female Character(s), Lee Harker

Additional Tags: born sexy yesterday, Inspired by Pygmalion and Galatea (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Weird Biology, Weird Sex

Summary:

After Longlegs successfully inducts Ruth Harker into his schemes, The Man Downstairs sees fit to give his most faithful follower a gift. But this gift comes with strings attached, and before long the dollmaker discovers what is it like to have someone you love used against you.

[anarchy-n-glitter]

you're the only writer who's work I've read that actually characterizes dale well. been loving your stuff, hoping you write more for him :)

omg thank u sm!!

rn im still working on Ptolemea though i’ve decided to space out the chapter releases. it’s low key for my mental health but also cause i’m dm’ing a dnd game w my friends and have to work on that for each week LOL

what i can tell you is that Ptolemea, as of right now, will eventually get a sequel but i have to work on and publish its sister fic first, which will have a crossover character as its POV character - so def expect more Dale, even if he’s in a different form at a different time <3