|Member Profile: redraposo13
Join Date: 11/06/12
Last Logged In: 05/24/13
Hello there! I'm redraposo13 :)
I love reading and writing stories, drawing and other things that require my head to be in the clouds. I live in Britain and I love it, it's awesome!
Feel free to drop any questions or general queries that you have about my work, or your own, and I would be more than happy to answer them :)
A little insight into me:
Honestly, writing is like a form of escapism for me. When I write, the only thing I'm interested in is the story, it's characters and the journey they embark on and its like I can create a world full of hidden elements that I certainly wouldn't be able to do in reality. For me, it's a thing I've always leaned towards. Some of my earliest memories are of when I would sit at an old computer and just write whatever came into my mind at that specific point in time, and looking back, I'm super glad my writing skills have improved dramatically. It's a part of my personality that I treasure, and it allows me to freely express my ideas and thoughts without being restricted by how society thinks I should act or behave.
Days Gone Bye
Apocalyptic. Anarchy and desolation plagued the streets - or, at least, what was left of them. This was a world you secretly longed to live within. A world where punishment was no longer given, and you were able to do as you please. When this world took over, you flourished in your new life, not having to worry for anyone but yourself. Too bad you began to find one mans safety and well-being much more important than your own.
Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader
He Hunts It
Ever since I was a child, I've turned it over in my mind. I sang by the piano, tore my yellow dress and cried and cried and cried. And I don't want to see what I have seen. To undo what has been done. Turn off all the lights and let the morning come.
Eventual Ratohnhake:ton x Reader (Connor Kenway)
UPCOMING STORIES & IDEAS
From Sin City
(GA) Zak Bagans x Reader
As part of the Ghost Adventures crew, life never seemed so bright. Sometimes you were frightened, but he admitted that sometimes he was too. Coming from Sin City, you were almost completely certain that you could handle anything that anyone threw at you. Almost.
(Star Trek 2009) Jim Kirk x Reader
"Veni Mecum." He smiled, eyes soft.
"What does that mean?" You spoke curtly, your annoyance seeping through your tone as you narrowed your eyes.
"It's Latin." His smile turned to a grin.
"Yes, I know it's Latin. But what does it mean?"
"It means 'Come with me'."
You thought about it, for the briefest of seconds.
And you did.
*tapping fingers and waiting for Luna to open the submissions again*
WORDS OF WISDOM
"If you shoot me again, you best pray I'm dead."
Much love for all of you!
|The Walking Dead
17+ | Warnings:
Adult Situations, Angst, Coarse Language, Death, Erotica, Explicit Material, Graphic Violence, Mature Content, Sexual Situations, Strong Language, Violence
None | Story Types:
4 chapter(s) / 3814 words | Complete:
Summary: When the virus hit, you thought all was lost. The dead came back to hunt you down, and what was left of humanity had to fight for their lives, the chance of death becoming an unavoidable fact.
But as you find a small group of survivors, you come to realize that perhaps the world is not as damned as you thought and, strangely, you find yourself liking this world much more than the last.
(Eventual Reader x Daryl Dixon)
Published: 02/25/13 | Updated: 05/12/13
17+ | Warnings:
Adult Situations, Angst, Explicit Material, Violence
Achilles Davenport, Haytham Kenway, Ratonhnhake:ton, Reader, You
Action, Adventure, Romance | Story Types:
4 chapter(s) / 2824 words | Complete:
Summary: "Liberty, Connor, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth. But even the tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants alike."
"So which one are you?"
It was a harsh winters night, long ago when a lonely old man found you dying in the snow. He took you in and saved your life. But no matter how isolated you tried to keep yourself from people, you would never be prepared for one native boy who was desperate to figure out who you were and force your buried past to claw its way to the surface once more. Looking back, a part of you regretted ever meeting him. Some things are better left forgotten.
Eventual ReaderxRatonhnhaké:ton (Connor Kenway)
Published: 02/10/13 | Updated: 05/17/13