I'm the girl in the Wallflower sweater with a green backpack! I made a bunch of cookies for all my friends so if you find my and say hi I'll give you some (they're chocolate chip and really good).
Also my panel with Gay For Gadot and Wanderer D starts in like... an hour?? So if you're at the con and checking fimfic for some reason, you should come to the writing room and check out out, 10:15 \o/
Bless up for sweaters,
~Scampy
It's amazing how quickly life can change for the better. My life two years ago is unrecognizable to how my life is now.
Thanks for always being a place I can vent to via angsty-ass stories, y'all. This never would've happened without this space and the friends I've made here 🙏❤️
Bless up for mental health \o/
~Scampy
Who wants to gnaw on human bones? Who wants to gnaw on human bones? Who wants to gnaw on human bones? Who wants to gnaw on human bones? Who wants to gnaw on human bones? Who wants to gnaw on human bones? Who wants to gnaw on human bones?
Then she killed me to death <_<
fuckin rip bozo 💀
So a while ago I wrote a story that was like, pure bottom energy. Like absolutely shameless fluffy useless lesbian bottom energy. NSFW writing isn't my specialty by any means, but I like to think it turned out well, with a nice balance of sweet and spicy.
Then THIS BITCH just goes and drops a story like this—