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[lihhelsing]

steddie | 888 words | angst | mature

CW: drug use, implicit violence

Written for @steddieangstyaugust Day 3

Prompt: "The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

Part 2 | Part 3

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"The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

Eddie looks up from the joint he's rolling to find the only face he never thought he would see out here. 

"King Steve," he says, and maybe it's his imagination but Harrington seems to flinch at his words. "What can I do for you?"

Eddie goes back to rolling his joint. There's a part of him that thinks this could be a trap. Last week the entire swimming team had to do a test to make sure they were all clean and one of the guys didn't pass it. 

He didn't pass it because Eddie had sold him some stuff the week before so maybe now Steve was here to put Eddie in his place. 

Eddie lights up the joint and takes a long drag. If he's going to get a beating, then he might as well do it while high out of his mind. 

"I was hoping you'd sell me something," Steve says. Eddie looks at him with the joint between his lips, trying to assess him. 

"Sorry man, I'm all out," Eddie knows best than to create evidence against himself. 

Steve looks at the open metal lunchbox on the table and raises a brow. "Really?"

"Really," Eddie says. He doesn't bother closing it and he doesn't mind if Steve knows he's lying. 

"Jordan told me all I had to do was say that bullshit thing about the sunset and you'd get me something." 

Eddie turns his face to blow out smoke. Fucking Jordan. He had come up with that password phrase to avoid getting in trouble. If people really wanted to buy something, then they would have to come up to Eddie and say it. 

"He lied," Eddie says and he can see Steve's getting annoyed. 

He gets up and put his joint out, pocketing it for later. 

Eddie could definitely use a few extra bucks this week because their kitchen sink stopped working and Wayne doesn't get paid until the end of the month, but it's not worth the risk of getting in trouble. Eddie knows the money he brings home is what helps keeping them afloat, even if Wayne likes to pretend he doesn't know where Eddie gets it.

He closes his lunchbox and moves to walk past Steve, but feels a hand wrapping around his wrist, stopping him.

It's not a strong hold, he could easily break free and walk away, but Eddie stops. He doesn't think he ever got this up close with Steve, which is both thrilling and terrifying.

"Please, man," Steve says, his voice is really low and he's wearing sunglasses, so Eddie can't see his eyes. "I just need something to get the edge off."

Eddie looks down to where they are touching and feels a fucked up thrill going down his spine. Steve's hand is big enough to circle his wrist without much effort and Eddie wonders how it would feel to have that in a different scenario. 

He wonders how it would feel if Steve were to grab him and throw him down on the table. He could probably hold both his wrists with one hand, and Eddie would be helpless to do anything but take whatever Steve wanted to give him. 

Steve moves and Eddie doesn't even flinch, thinking he might get what he wished for after all, but Steve just takes out his sunglasses and Eddie's breath catches in his throat.

Steve has a big bruise around his left eye. It's ugly and it can't be older than a day. It must hurt like hell and Eddie has to fight the urge to touch it. 

"My head is killing me," Steve offers. He looks defeated and Eddie can't ignore the way his heart twist at the words. 

Eddie should ignore it. He should pull his arm away and walk out, leave him out here alone. But Eddie is not a fucking monster.

He picks up the barely smoked joint and offer it to Steve, who lets go of Eddie's arm and takes it immediately. 

Eddie decides not to think about the absence of his touch, and instead watches as Steve puts it between his lips and how that essentially means their lips touched, somehow.

Steve is giving him a hopeful look and Eddie should walk away but instead he picks his lighter and lights him up. 

The first drag floods Steve's expression with relief and he lets out a low moan that makes Eddie's whole body tingle. 

"How much do I owe you?" Steve asks, already moving to get his wallet. His arm brushes Eddie's but he doesn't seem to mind the proximity. 

"Consider it a free sample," Eddie says and Steve eyes him suspiciously. 

"You gotta let me pay you," Steve says and Eddie has to stop himself from saying 'you can pay me with something other than money.'

Even if he doesn't say it, Eddie is under the impression the words float around them like ghosts. Steve raises a brow and Eddie has to laugh it off before he starts taking off his clothes. 

"Don't worry, big boy. Enjoy your free sample."

And with that, Eddie retreats before he does something stupid like kiss King Steve. That would get him a beating for sure and Eddie likes a little pain, but he probably wouldn't like that. 

[baby-yongbok]

Ex

Boyfriend!Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

⇝ Genre: Angst then Smut then angst again. Dirty Drama.

⇝ Summary: We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of.

⇝ Warnings: Cheating , Arguing/Yelling, Dry Humping, Crying, Hyunjin is toxic - the manipulative type. (I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything!)

⇝ Word Count: 2.9k

⇝ A/N: I'm sorry in advance. I live for the drama, I'm so so sorry. My depresso has been prompting me to write angst and this is what I came up with today. It might be intense? I don't know honestly. All I know is that writing angst makes me happy lol + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ I hope that you enjoy! Please don't hate me 💕

✧ Part II ✧ Masterlist ✧

It started with him forgetting coffee dates. The small chunks of time that the two of you carved out of your day to spend with each other quickly turned into bottled Starbucks drinks and ignored texts while you made your way to work. He said that it was because of his schedule and Hyunjin would never lie to you. 

Next were your nightly video calls. The two hours that you’d spend talking about your days and making future plans morphed into double and triple texting him until he replies with a lackluster night time send off and a declaration of love that you have no choice but to imagine leaving his lips. You haven’t heard from him in forever but it’s okay, you can fix this. 

You’re an artist, a digital artist for a living but a painter as a hobby. This trait is one of the many things that you and Hyunjin bonded over so when you proposed that the two of you do Paint and Sip dates on Friday nights he was all in. Everything was fine for a couple of weeks, you’d pick the picture and you’d both get to painting while you listen to your shared Spotify playlist. You’d talk and laugh while sipping whatever wine he brought with him, everything was finally feeling normal again but there was one thing that kept bothering you. 

His phone.

 It kept blowing up, vibrating, dinging and lighting up throughout the night. You’ve always understood that Hyunjin is a busy guy and his friends may need to reach him at odd hours of the night but there was something more to what you saw. He would ignore a message or two from Jeongin or even decline Chan’s calls from time to time but whenever his phone lit up with that damned flower icon he’d drop his brush like his life depended on it. 

You figured that as long as he’s here with you everything is fine. You never liked to micro manage and you're not the jealous type so snooping around wasn’t something that you were very into, until he canceled on you. Again. This is the third week that he’s said that something has come up and that he’ll be over at your place late. When you read his text you were already staring at his laptop wondering if it was really necessary to snoop through his cloud and read his texts. Surely he had a reasonable explanation for this right? Hyunjin would never lie to you. Right? You wanted to be right so badly and when you opened the computer, put in his password and clicked on the cloud you found out that you couldn’t be more wrong.

“What are you still doing up?” Hyunjin asked as he tiptoed into your bedroom. You were sitting at your desk with your phone in your hand, staring at your screen.

“How was your night?” You ask as you swipe on your phone, your eyes never leave the screen but Hyunjin doesn’t seem to notice.

“It was fine, got a lot done.” He turns towards your closet door but stops when he processes the mess around him. “Are these my clothes?”

“Yeah, you’re going to pack all of that along with whatever else you have around here and you’re going to leave.” He stares at you with pinched brows and then he takes in his scattered belongings again.

“What?” 

“You’re going to pack your shit.” You stand from your chair, glaring at him with narrow eyes. “And you’re going to go stay with her.”

You can practically hear him choke on his inhale once your words hit his ear. “Who are you talking about?”

“I can always make time for you just give me the date and the place.” You read from the screenshots illuminating your screen as you stalk towards him. “I hate when you ignore me, you know how much your attention means to me.”

“Stop it.” He turns to face you completely, watching you with worried eyes glazed with guilt.

“It doesn’t matter who I’m seeing, you know that you come first.” You project your voice so that it echoes off of every surface, he doesn’t get to avoid this. “Call me, I need to hear my baby.”

“How did you find those, you -” He sighs as you cut him off, practically yelling the next message.

“You left too many hickies to cover this time, I’ll return the favor on Friday.” 

“Enough of that, enough.” His tone tries to match yours but it fails, falling off into a pitiful whisper at the end. “You went through my computer?” 

He looks over at you with a cocktail of disbelief and disgust smeared over his features but you’re more than sure that the look on your face has got him beat. “ You’re fucking your ex.”

“It’s not like that, it's -” You cut him off, taking a wide step towards him.

“It’s not like that? You’re begging her for her time. You’re texting her every minute of every day. You’re fucking her and then coming here and fucking me, Hyunjin.”

“I know, okay I get that you’re mad, I’m sorry I just can’t let her go yet. It’s like there’s a piece of me that only she has possession of and no matter how much I try to ignore it I just can’t.” He runs his hands through his hair, his eyes taking in the way that your gaze cuts into him. 

“It’s been a year. I’ve been with you for an entire year. When did you have time to start this? How long have you been fucking her?” He shakes his head, turning towards the bedroom door to escape the situation in front of him. You follow hot on his trail, repeating your question. “How long?” You ask over and over until he finally snaps, yelling his answer in the middle of the living room.

“A couple of months, I don’t know five or six? Maybe even seven I don’t fucking know.” You scoff as rage floods through your veins and you pick up the nearest object and chuck it at him with all of the force you can muster. He dodges it easily but he doesn’t have as much luck with the remote that follows the path of the last item. “ Yara, stop it.”

The hiss in his voice turns into a loud gasp once he realizes his mistake. “Excuse me?” He called you by her name. His ex's name. 

“Fuck, I- I didn’t mean to call you that, angel, I swear it’s because we’re talking about her. That’s all. You’re not her, you’re so much better I swear. Let’s just - just talk about this okay?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I want you out of my house, now. I’m done, Hyunjin. I’ve been begging for your attention for months and you’re off giving it to someone who’s using you for sex and attention. I did so much, I’ve done everything, but clearly you love fucking so much that you fucked me over. Are you proud of that shit? Are you happy?” He takes a couple of slow steps over to you as you stand there, chest heaving and heart heavy with the sadness that has allowed your burning anger to be the star of the show until now. Maybe if he shows you that he wants you, maybe if he says that you two can fix this you’ll consider believing him.

We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of. He’s not at fault for being bound to her so tightly, even if he broke your heart in the process. 

“Listen, angel, I love you so much. I want to be with you, I really do, no one else has fought for me and my time like you have. I don’t want to lose that, please let’s just talk about this. I’ll do anything for you, I swear.” Your glare softens, call it wishful thinking or maybe you’re blinded by the desperate burn of love in your chest but you believe him. You believe him just enough to let him splay his long fingers over the curve of your hip and pull you closer to him.

“Why do you need me if you have her?” You stare at the middle of his chest, watching it rise and fall.

“Because you love me in a way that she never could and never will.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple as he brings his other hand to your waist. “She doesn’t see me like you do.”

He kisses over the shell of your ear, making his way down your neck. Your body is pressed against his as his hand kneads at the swell of your ass and he runs his tongue over the sensitive skin of your neck. You exhale heavily, bringing your hands up to rest on his biceps. You want to push him away, you want to get to the bottom of this and talk to him, so why are you pulling him closer? Why are you allowing small moans to leave your lips as he hypnotizes you into forgetting what he’s been doing to you.

“Hyunjin, stop it.” Your voice falters on the last word, giving way to the whimper fighting to escape your throat. 

“Push me away.” He whispers into your ear, his soft lips brushing against the shell of it and setting your nerves on fire. “If you mean it then push me away.” 

He stops everything, he doesn’t kiss you or squeeze you, you can hear the soft sound of his breathing and feel the gentle beating of his heart as his chest is pressed against your own. You can’t do this, you shouldn’t do this, your brain is screaming at you. You know better than to fall for this, push him away, now. Do it. 

“Don’t stop.” Your eyes flutter shut when he squeezes your ass again, pressing your hips into his so that the bulge in his pants pokes your belly button as it twitches in anticipation. 

“Say it again.” He plants a whisper of a kiss over your temple. “Say it again, angel, say my name.”

“Don’t stop, Hyunjin, please.” His kisses get sloppier as he gets closer to your lips, he plants a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth before catching your lips with his plump ones. You sigh into him, your hands fisting his shirt as your tongue tangles with his. He moans into your mouth, his hands tracing your hips as he takes some steps back, leading you both to the couch. 

“Tell me that you forgive me, baby.” He sits once the frame of the couch hits the back of his legs, dragging you down with him so that you're straddling his hips. His bulge pressed firmly into your dripping heat and you can’t help but to grind against him. Before you can settle into a steady rhythm Hyunjin grips your hips, holding you still against him. “Tell me.”

“I forgive you.” You mumble, the words sound just fine when they roll off of your tongue. They taste sweet as you lick your lips, staring into your lover's eyes defeatedly. You’re too deep into the brain fog, too desperate to feel the love that you’ve been chasing for months. You’d say anything just to feel Hyunjin touch you. You’d do anything to keep him here. 

“I knew you would.” He smiles up at you, starting to guide your hips against him. You throw your head back, your face contorting into a mask of pleasure. Hyunjin's fingers trace your jawline, sending chills down your spine. You close your eyes, allowing him access to any part of you he desires. “You need me too. Just like I need you, don’t you?”

You nod your head, picking up the rhythm of your hips as he starts to roll into you, matching your pace flawlessly. “I do, oh my god, I missed you.” You babble into the hot air as your hands find purchase on his shoulders. You can feel the night scarf covering your hair slip over the crown of your head and fall to the floor, your unruly hair frames your face and Hyunjin can’t help but to moan at the sight. 

“I missed my pretty baby too.” He grunts, eyebrows pinching together as he watches where your clothed cores press into each other. “Oh, fuck, I missed you so much.”

His hands are all over you as you move against him like he’s trying to memorize the pattern of your skin. He’s reintroducing himself with every pulse point that he can reach, lighting every inch of your skin aflame with desire. “Tell me your mine. Tell me you love me, please, please say it.”

“I’m all yours, angel. All fucking yours.” His hips buck up into you as your movements become more sloppy, your climax is dangling right in front of your face. It’s burning in the pit of your stomach, a strangled moan drags from your lips as you get closer to it.

“Again p-please, please, so close ‘s so close Jinnie, again.” Your nails dig into his shoulder, whimpers following your fucked out sentence as your eyes watch Hyunjin. You watch how he bites the tip of his tongue as he gets lost in this bubble of pleasure with you. Your own perfect shield of hot desire. 

“I love you.” He moans, throwing his head back against the couch, his grip on your hip tightens. The strength of his grasp is brushing yet delicious. “I’m yours. I’m all -” 

The melodic sound of Hyunjin’s phone ringing cut him off before he could finish his sentence. His head snaps up as his eyes widen and he stops moving against you. “Get off.”

You whimper, confused eyes staring down at him through your fucked out fog. “Angel, move.” He pushes you to the side much rougher than he intended and you watch him as he stands quickly, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and swiping the green button immediately. 

“Hey.” He clears his throat trying his best to not sound like he was seconds away from coming in his pants. “Yeah I can do that, just give me like twenty minutes, okay?” 

You listen, coming out of your haze just enough to process the situation. That ringtone sounded familiar, it’s the one that he always answers… It's her.

“Hyunjin.” You reach forward, grabbing his wrist but he pulls away, glancing back at you for just a second before turning his attention back to the phone call. 

“Nothing, that’s no one, I’m on my way.” You scoff, watching as he ends the call and starts to frantically fix his clothes. “I have to go something um - something came up.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Hyunjin ignores you, making his way over to your bedroom with you following close behind, a mirror image of what happened minutes ago. “You’re going to her? 

“She said that she needs me and I don’t -” 

“You just told me that you were mine. You just said that, Hyunjin.” You grab his wrist, prompting him to turn to you. He stares down at you with furrowed brows and glassy eyes like he’s in a fog, like he’s been hypnotized to follow a specific instruction. 

“And you said that you forgive me.” He reaches up to cup your cheek and your body melts into his touch before you can even fully process it. “I’ll be back tomorrow, angel. I’ll be yours tomorrow.”

His touch is gone just as fast as it came, leaving you with an empty ache in your chest as you watch him grab his bag and jacket. You stay rooted in place, feeling like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. “Hyunjin.” 

There’s a tremble in your voice as you say his name but he doesn’t seem to mind, it’s like he didn’t even hear you. “I love you.” He leans in to kiss your temple but misses completely, planting a half hearted peck against your hair as he rushes towards the door. You watch as he leaves, quiet and stunned. There are a million thoughts going through your head but you still feel unable to process what had just happened. The sound of the front door closing is what draws you out of your thoughts. 

The silence surrounding you allows room for the reality of the situation to echo around you, bouncing off of the walls and drowning you in this painfully unfamiliar feeling in your chest. You take a sharp inhale as tears start to prick at the back of your eyes. What was supposed to be a stable step towards your bed leaves sinking against its frame. You find yourself grasping one of Hyunjin’s shirts on the floor beneath you, your eyes trail from that garment to the next frantically. He’s everywhere. You can smell him, the soft cotton of the shirt makes you feel like you can feel the beating of his heart beneath it. Tears blur your vision as you sob into the fabric, clutching onto it like it’s all that you have left of him. Maybe it is. You gasp, a choked sob struggling past your lips as the true weight of the moment finally settles on your shoulders.

We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of.

[yuri-is-online]

Hello author!! Congrats on 500 followers! I love the way you wrote "Plead the Fifth", Floyd's callback to the Portfest event was my favorite part. If its okay, can I pls request prompt 12 with Jade, Riddle, and Jamil? Thank you! 🫶💙

12. You had a wonderful time dancing and flirting with someone at the ball, only to find out from your friends the next day that was your crush. And you have no idea if they knew it was you they were dancing with.

Bless you for catching that friend I was a bit worried no one would know what I was talking about. I thought it was so funny how offended they all got at being called adorable! other than Rook but yk

EDIT: I straight up did not realize I wrote this for Riddle twice oh my fucking god. I'm so sorry please feel free to message me with a separate request I am so sorry again my brain is fried.

notes: they/them used for Yuu. Severe violations of privacy and playing with emotions for Jade, and Jamil is fresh out of clown school, let us pray. I was listening to dancing with a stranger on loop while writing this so sorry if they're a bit angsty. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Jade

"Look." Jade is smiling and Azul has a tension headache. "You see how they've played this particular song fourteen times today? They're going to try and switch things up and listen to something else after the sixteenth loop but-"

"What in the hell does this have to do with anything?" Azul asks to be charitable, he already knows what this is about. Or he thinks he does anyway.

"I was wondering if you would be so kind as to add it to the playlist for the Lounge. Just for tonight." There is a really strange tone to Jade's excitement, almost like he has no idea what he is doing and is just as thrilled by that as he was whatever brought him home in such a... state last night.

"Because if I don't you'll add it yourself and give Floyd back the password to the account?"

"I am so very glad we could reach a mutual understanding." Of course Jade has a plan, it had started formulating the instant he saw you dressed up for the formal Crowley had put together.

Boring. That's what this night was supposed to be. These masks were supposed to hide people's faces, sure but he knows them too well. Maybe if this was a different school where people were less predictable- But then there was you, and all his reason fell away.

"May I have this dance, stranger?" He is surprised you accept, delighted with how natural it feels to follow his lead. He was expecting this to be much, much harder.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask." You sound shy, flattered even, without the defensiveness he usually associates with the lead up to your trysts. Could it be- "I thought I felt someone watching me." -you do not know. The mask has worked for one lucky eel.

"Ah prefect," he greets you as usual, with a bow and a gesture to an empty seat "always so good to see you at the Mostro." This time he has selected a booth out of the way, towards the back and far too big for just one customer. Pity you hadn't brought those small fry with you, he was so looking forward to letting Floyd play with them. "Did you come here with something in mind? Or shall I make a suggestion?" You are so nervous you don't notice that he has failed to give you a menu until you finally bother to look up at him.

"I really just came here to talk..." how painful, you are looking away again. Jade is sure he is the best looking fish here, if you are that desperate to see him in the water he can certainly improvise.

"I am always willing to lend a sympathetic ear." He bends at the waist to hover his face just above yours, so close that you are force to return your eyes to his again. He watches as your pupils dilate and breath catches as the music in the lounge plucks a familiar song as if his magic lets him read minds.

"Go fuck yourself." It's missing the venom he'd like but as he traces your jawline with his gloved hand directly over the lipstick stains he'd left last night he thinks to himself that he is just fine with that. Jade is not in the mood to share your fire, it is such a rare thing for a mer to see after all.

"I would much prefer to leave that to you." He kisses you, quickly before you can fully ignite and waste your precious sparks on the public. "Funny story actually, I had such a nice time at the Masquerade last night I thought we should have ourselves another little date tonight. Do be gentle with me, I only had so much time to prepare." But waste or no he cannot deny himself the satisfied laugh that spills from him when you yank him back into a kiss and prevent him from running his mouth. Just what is he to do with you? Oh he has so many ideas...

Jamil

"Ha I thought I'd find you here." Jamil does his best to ignore Ace's voice, instead focusing on the hoop and sinking his throws into the net. Forty-One. "Aww not gonna ask any questions?" Forty-Two. "You know they talked to me. They always do." Forty-Three. "Said some reeeeeeal interesting stuff." Forty-Four. "Mushy too. Like seriously, you should both just get over yourselves and-"

Forty-Five. Jamil purposefully bounces the ball off the ground hard, not even bothering to watch Ace scramble to avoid it before shoves his face into his towel as if it can wipe away his embarrassment as well as his sweat.

"They are better off not knowing." He catches the ball Ace tries to hit him with, taking a little delight in how annoyed his junior looks before he realizes that it isn't going away as quickly as Ace's other pouts.

"Seriously? Where'd you get that idea from?" He sounds angry, Jamil has to remind himself and the seething pit in his stomach that Ace is Yuu's... friend. They are just friends who spend a lot of time alone. Alone together. Alone together inside a dormitory where Yuu live practically alone, a lot of times on nights when Jamil is alone in Scarabia with preparations for a party you aren't guaranteed to attend unlike those Unbirthday Party's Riddle has that you are at so much you might as well be part of his dorm.

Not that Jamil thinks about that a lot or is thinking about that at all when he gives Ace his best "superiority" complex smile.

"They were willing to make out with a stranger behind some thick curtains, clearly they don't have any strong feelings for anyone in the school and I would just be-"

"Has it ever occurred to you that you are responsible for this situation in the fucking first place." This isn't normal jokey Ace. Normal "girls just wanna have fun Ace," no this is Ace as serious as Jamil wishes he always would be during... anything at all really. Funny how that side only ever seems to come out when he needs to distract someone. Funny how the pit is screaming how it only ever comes up when he is talking about you. "You get close to them one day, then you insist you can't talk to them because you are too busy taking care of Kalim. You give take advantage of them not being from Twisted Wonderland to give them things anyone would recognize as being romantic gifts but roll your eyes at the idea when confronted. Seriously it is a miracle they still like you and didn't think to try getting over you sooner."

Yuu is kissing him. They have what they can grasp of his face in their hands and are kissing him so painfully slowly. It's too much to bear, he can't keep to his senses and denial. Jamil pulls them further behind the curtains and kisses them. For one brief incandescent moment he allows himself to believe this is fated. That if the masks were gone, that if you were under the Scarabia curtains you would be holding onto his shirt just as tightly.

"You told them didn't you?" Ace doesn't bother to actually answer, the footsteps echoing down the hallway as he goes to leave answers Jamil’s question for him.

You are always beautiful.  His breath catches in his throat when he sees you, the pit swallowing itself as he realizes the urgency to the speed at which you close the gap but pause just before making it into his personal space.

“Can we talk?”  Ace’s words from earlier echo in his mind.  Has it ever occurred to you that you are responsible for this?

“Of course.”  He purposefully places the basketball back onto the rack he had been using as an excuse to center himself.  “Would you let me take you to dinner?”

“No.”  You sound as if you hate yourself for saying it, but the instant it leaves your lips he smiles.  “No, I need you to tell me here because I can’t stand this stupid game of you taking your insecurities out on me.  Just what do I need to do for you to understand…”  Your nerve seems to be failing you now that he’s right in front of you.  But he isn’t cruel enough to make you wait.

“I like you.”  It’s not all of what you want to hear, and not all of what he wants to say.  But he’s in a sweaty gym uniform and you look like you’ve been crying.  Apologies are best made with food, and he loves you well enough to know your worry’s been eating at your apatite as much as it has his.

[misc-obeyme]

Congrats on the 500 followers. Your writing is great and deserves all the follows. For the prompt request could you do hug with either Mammon or Levi?

Ah, thank you, anon!

Okay since I hadn't had a request for Levi yet, this is mostly Levi, but featuring Mammon because I wanted to do him, too lol.

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Leviathan with prompt Hug

Warnings: none!

You were finally free of RAD for the day and you were walking home with a spring in your step. You were looking forward to playing a new video game with Leviathan that had just come out. He had skipped going to school, as usual, so you would be going straight to his room as soon as you reached the House of Lamentation.

"What're ya so happy about?" Mammon asked as he walked beside you.

You looked back at him with a smile. "The video game Levi and I have been waiting ages to play finally came out today."

Mammon frowned. "Oh yeah. Man, that means I won't see ya for days now, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh at this. "Aww," you said. "Don't worry, I'll still be sure to make time for you."

You had reached the house now and both of you entered through the front door.

"Ya better make time for the Great Mammon!" he said, though there was a blush on his cheeks.

You tugged in into a hug, giving him a tight squeeze before letting go. "I'll see you later, I promise."

Before Mammon had a chance to even react much to this, you were on your way to Levi's room. You could hear him spluttering behind you.

When you reached Levi's door, you knocked. He let you in without even bothering to ask for a password. He was clearly waiting for you, the video game in question in his hand.

"MC!" he said excitedly. "It's finally here!"

You settled in front of the TV while Levi put in the game. He came to sit beside you, each of you holding your own controller.

"Ugh, I'm so excited," you said as the opening cut scene began to play.

"Right? Look at these graphics," Levi said. "They've really gone up in quality since the last release!"

"I'm just hoping I'll be able to get the hang of the new form of game play," you said. "It looks kind of complicated."

"Don't worry about that," Levi said. "We can start on easy mode if you want. But I've heard it's pretty intuitive, so we should be able to master it quickly!"

The two of you continued discussing the game in this way as you began to play. Hours passed as you made your way through the game's many different quests and story lines.

And then you found yourselves up against a big boss that you just couldn't beat no matter how hard you tried. You had been attempting to defeat it for ages. At one point you left Levi to tackle it alone so you could get some food and drinks. The two of you needed fuel to really give it your all.

After a snack break, you discussed your strategy. When you both felt ready, you picked up your controllers again and initiated the boss fight.

It was as difficult as ever, but you felt prepared this time. The two of you worked together effortlessly, having mastered the technique you were using.

And then you watched, eyes wide, as Levi finally dealt the finishing blow to the boss.

"We did it!" you cheered. "We finally did it!"

You put down your controller and flung your arms around Levi, laughing happily.

Levi just barely managed to catch you, but he wasn't able to prevent the both of you from toppling over sideways.

Now you were sprawled on top of him, still laughing, while he was blushing furiously and no longer capable of thought.

You sat up, knowing you would need to give him some space if you wanted Levi to function properly again.

You smiled at him as he righted himself, covering his face to hide his blush, which was not receding.

You took his hands away from his face and held them. "We did it. Good job, Levi."

"Th-thanks, MC!" He was still blushing, but he managed to look you in the eye. "I couldn't have done it without you."

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close. It was a slow move, so he'd seen it coming this time. Instead of freezing, he actually returned the embrace, holding you close. The two of you sat that way for some time, content to simply share a comforting hug before jumping back in to the game.

the original prompt list

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[thedensworld]

Lover | Kim Mingyu

Growing Together

Lover Series 🖤🌼

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x FashionEditor!Reader (Ft. NonBiologicalBrother!Joshua)

Genre: angst, romance, fluff, series, established relationship

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Mingyu found himself often irritated by the uncertainty surrounding your whereabouts and activities. He felt a pang of frustration whenever he didn't know how you were doing, where you were, or what you were up to. He once turned to Joshua, your brother, seeking advice about your tendency to ignore calls and texts due to your habit of leaving your phone unattended. Joshua's response, however, didn't sit well with Mingyu. "Don't worry about her, she'll reach out when she can," Joshua quipped. Mingyu disagreed with this perspective, not because he doubted you, but because he wanted assurance that your communication was thriving amidst your busy schedules.

On occasion, Mingyu playfully addressed your phone habits, teasingly remarking, "You should really start replying to my texts, babe." Other times, his frustration would seep through his words as he jokingly pleaded, "Can you at least check your phone?"

Interestingly, this very trait of yours, the ability to focus on your work, was something he should have been grateful for, especially during his hectic days. The longest stretch without communication between you two lasted a week. It happened when Mingyu was on tour and you were engrossed in a significant project. Resisting the urge to reach out during that period was a challenge for Mingyu, but he held back, ultimately calling you when he believed you'd be free. His craving for your voice outweighed his annoyance.

"Didn't you want to call me?" he inquired, his attempt at anger overshadowed by how much he missed you.

"Sorry, I was caught up. I thought about calling you, but I didn't want to disturb you," you explained, prompting him to reassure you that bothering him was perfectly fine and that he hoped you'd reach out more in the future.

Nonetheless, you never quite embraced the idea of bothering him. While you did initiate conversations with a few questions, update him on your life, and share amusing memes, these interactions only took place when you were apart for a couple of days. Mingyu desired more—a late-night call before sleep, tantalizing texts during his practice sessions, or a simple photo from your daily routine. Was he asking for too much? Maybe from your perspective, it seemed excessive, but all he wanted was to know you were okay.

Lately, meeting each other had become a rarity due to your conflicting schedules. Late nights at work and his demanding practice sessions left little room for your paths to cross. Mingyu understood that by the time you returned home, your energy for socializing was depleted, making checking your phone or replying to his messages difficult. However, as days turned into almost a week without contact, despite being in the same city, Mingyu couldn't help but wonder why it was so challenging to coordinate a meeting or even a conversation.

At times, he even wondered if he was dating a president.

Once in the past, he had surreptitiously gathered updates about you through your personal assistant. However, you discovered his covert efforts and insisted he delete their number right before your eyes. He didn't want to resort to that tactic again.

As fate would have it, he found himself finishing a shoot earlier than usual one day. This rare occurrence ignited a plan to surprise you by visiting your apartment. Armed with late-night snacks and a disregard for both your and his diet plans, he envisioned the warmth of holding you close. Imagining the expression on your face as he recounted his work-related challenges brought a smile to his lips. He even found amusement in predicting how you'd withhold details of your week, fearing it would only tire you further, as if trapped in a cycle.

Mingyu didn't bother ringing the doorbell; instead, he swiftly entered using the password he knew. His arrival was announced by Min, your fluffy guardian, and the sea of shoes at the entrance. He inwardly cursed his lack of discretion and promised himself a mask for future visits. Shyness accompanied him into your apartment, transforming him into a bashful puppy following Min. His presence, however, did not go unnoticed; your jaw dropped at the unexpected sight of Mingyu in your living room. A room full of colleagues sent silent inquiries, questioning the identity of the unfamiliar face.

"That's the director's boyfriend," your personal assistant Soobin chimed in, introducing Mingyu in your place.

"Hello, I'm Y/n's boyfriend," Mingyu greeted, omitting his name. Greetings were exchanged, and excitement bubbled among your colleagues upon discovering that the seemingly busy you had a boyfriend all along.

"Kim Mingyu?" one of your colleagues recognized him, coaxing Mingyu to reveal his face from beneath his hood for more introductions. Gasps and whispers reverberated as they connected the dots. Meanwhile, you sighed, signaling for Mingyu to retreat to your bedroom in an attempt to regain control of the situation.

His unscheduled visit had caught you off guard, as he typically informed you beforehand to ensure you were home. Presently, you and your team were deeply immersed in an anniversary project for a renowned South Korean designer. Unfortunately, an unexpected power outage in your office building had driven you to use your apartment as a temporary workspace. It was a situation you hadn't anticipated.

"Sunbae, you've been dating The Kim Mingyu?" a curious team member asked, setting off a chain reaction of inquiries and conversations that compelled you to wrap up the night's work. Once your colleagues had left, you embarked on tidying up your living room.

In the midst of your exhaustion, Mingyu's voice emerged from your bedroom doorway. "Has everyone left?" he asked, his head appearing as he surveyed the situation. You responded with a tired sigh, confirming that they were gone.

Noticing the weariness etched on your face, Mingyu inquired, "Working from home now?" A simple nod from you confirmed his suspicion, and you murmured about the ongoing office electricity repairs. Mingyu settled onto the couch, unpacking the snacks he had brought and motioning for you to halt your cleaning efforts and join him in savoring the treats.

"I'm too tired to eat," you admitted in a mumble, continuing to tidy up your papers and secure them in a box, out of Min's reach.

Mingyu's efforts to encourage you to eat were met with resistance. Disappointment flickered across his face at your refusal.

"Y/n, one bite won't ruin your diet," he insisted, seeking to persuade you.

With a deep breath, you sighed out your reluctance, prompting Mingyu to interpret it as a sign to continue. "Why are you here without giving me a heads-up?" you asked, your tone kept deliberately subdued.

Mingyu's feelings were slightly wounded by your query. Wasn't he a regular presence here? Why the skepticism now?

Before he could respond, you clarified, "It's not that I mind you being here. I just wish you'd let me know beforehand."

Mingyu placed his chopsticks on the table and sighed. "Even if I texted you, you wouldn't check it," he pointed out, looking you in the eyes. But you took his gaze the wrong way.

"Everyone is finding out now," you confided.

"So what?" Mingyu countered with a dismissive tone.

Your sigh revealed his lack of comprehension. "It's complicated. If only you'd messaged or called before coming, things would be different."

"You haven't replied to my texts for nearly a week. And you expect me to reach out? Y/n, is it really that difficult to check your phone and respond to my messages?"

"Let's not delve into this," you muttered.

Mingyu chuckled sarcastically, his intent clear. "No, let's actually talk about it. Confront this situation like adults," he quipped, landing a figurative hit.

Exhaling once more, you shared, "Mingyu, I'm immersed in a significant project. Your texts somehow get lost in my phone. I come home around 2 AM every day and head back to the office at 9 AM. Checking my phone isn't on my priority list."

"That's the issue—your lack of phone checks. Why is it so challenging to spare five minutes, scroll through our chat, and respond? If you'd just explain your situation, I'd understand. But you seem to go about your life, working and pretending you're not in a relationship."

"I'm not pretending," you defended, taking offense at Mingyu's words.

"You think I haven't noticed that even your colleagues aren't aware you're taken?"

"I've told you, it's complicated," you sighed.

"Then explain it to me!" Mingyu's outburst hung heavy in the air. A tense silence enveloped both of you after his sudden shout. With a regretful sigh, Mingyu realized his mistake. In contrast, you stood in silence, exhaustion etched onto your face, wearing the same clothes since morning.

"Why do you always push me, Mingyu?" Your head shook as your eyes remained fixed on the floor. "Why does everyone keep pushing me?"

"What do people expect from me?"

"Why do people only think about themselves?"

"I know you're frustrated, and I'm sorry. But life doesn't always go as you wish. I'm striving hard as well, but could you please ease off? I've been running and pulled in every direction constantly. I'm tired, Mingyu."

Mingyu fell silent for a moment before rising from his seat. He headed towards your bedroom, moving with determined purpose as he bypassed the door, hoodie-clad. "I'm being overbearing, aren't I? I'm sorry. Let's talk again once you understand the effort I'm putting in to grasp your complex thoughts." And with that, he left your apartment, leaving you and a startled Min in his wake, the sound of the door's closing echoing in the silence.

The apartment felt emptier than before, the weight of the conversation settling in the air. As Min, your faithful feline companion, approached you with a tentative nudge, you sank onto the couch. The events of the conversation replayed in your mind, a mixture of frustration and guilt swirling within you. With a heavy sigh, you realized that perhaps you hadn't been fair to Mingyu either, not fully considering the strain he was under.

As the days seamlessly flowed into weeks, the relentless demands of the project continued to engulf your every waking moment. Amidst the whirlwind of activity, brief intervals of introspection emerged. The dialogue you'd shared with Mingyu took center stage in your thoughts, each syllable echoing with newfound significance. His words became a haunting refrain, ceaselessly reverberating in the recesses of your mind. A stark truth had been unearthed – you had been an absentee participant in the relationship, the mask of busyness merely masking your struggle to harmonize the realms of work and your personal life.

In the cavernous expanse of your mind, his voice lingered as a constant reminder, prodding at the heart of the matter. The notion that you'd let time slip away without making room for Mingyu and your connection weighed heavily on you. The relentless dedication to your career as a fashion editor and artistic director had been both a blessing and a curse. The intense devotion you poured into the creative tapestry of your professional life was mirrored by the emptiness that tugged at your heartstrings in quieter moments.

Navigating the complex world of haute couture had been your passion for as long as you could remember. The thrill of orchestrating runway shows, the art of curating striking editorials, and the elegance of transforming raw materials into awe-inspiring pieces of art was your lifeblood. However, as your career ascended to new heights, the price it exacted became increasingly evident. A multitude of obstacles lurked beneath the surface, challenging your equilibrium at every turn.

Days stretched into unrelenting nights as you became a maestro of intricate timelines and meticulous details. Your role demanded that you embody perfection – from selecting concept that whispered stories to envisioning the very essence of a collection. The pressure to stay ahead of trends while simultaneously shaping them fueled a constant hustle. Yet, amidst the glamour of runway lights and camera flashes, there existed a different kind of struggle.

The demands of your profession often meant being ensconced within a whirlwind of brainstorming sessions, last-minute changes, and meticulous revisions. The sanctity of weekends was invaded by impromptu meetings and discussions with designers, photographers, and models. At times, it felt like you were orchestrating a symphony where harmony remained elusive.

The digital age had made it easier to stay connected, but paradoxically, it had also woven a web of intricacies. Notifications from countless platforms flooded your devices, and in a sea of messages, it was easy for even the most well-intentioned communiqué to get lost. Your failure to reply to Mingyu's texts wasn't due to a lack of interest or care, but rather a byproduct of your constant juggling act.

While your love for the industry was unwavering, you had encountered moments of isolation. The weight of decisions, the expectations of stakeholders, and the burden of staying ahead had woven a tapestry of stress that occasionally eclipsed the exhilaration. Amidst this emotional labyrinth, you struggled to find solace and moments of respite, resulting in your absence from Mingyu's world.

The conversation that now echoed in your mind held within it a mirror to your own fears. The undeniable truth that you'd unintentionally distanced yourself from Mingyu pierced through your heart. The external glamor of your profession belied the internal turmoil that played out beneath the surface. It was a battle of commitments, a contest between passion and love.

As you stood at the crossroads of reflection, you recognized the need for change. The compelling narrative of your career journey would no longer serve as an excuse to neglect what truly mattered – the genuine connection you shared with Mingyu. The path ahead wasn't devoid of challenges, but it held the promise of a harmonious coexistence, where the symphony of love and work could play in tandem. It was time to transform the rhythm of your life, orchestrating a melody that resonated with both your professional achievements and the person who had quietly waited for a more present version of you.

Late one night, as you were hunched over your laptop, your phone buzzed. A message from Mingyu illuminated the screen. "I've been doing some thinking, and I want to apologize. I shouldn't have lashed out like that. Let's find a way to work through this together."

Tears welled in your eyes as you read his words. The sincerity in his message struck a chord within you. It was time to face the situation head-on, to have that honest conversation you had been avoiding. With a determined resolve, you typed out your reply, acknowledging your shortcomings and expressing your desire to change.

Days later, Mingyu showed up at your door, his expression a mix of nervousness and hope. As you let him in, you both settled on the couch, facing each other. The air was thick with the weight of the unspoken, but this time, you were both ready to listen and understand.

"I'm sorry I've been inconsiderate," Mingyu's words trembled with a mixture of remorse and vulnerability. The weight of his admission hung in the air, and you could sense the sincerity in his tone. "Joshua had warned me, but my ego was so immense that I blindly believed the assumptions running rampant in my mind. Yet, when I retrace my steps, I see you—steadfast, patient, and a constant source of solace. You've been the unwavering pillar I lean on whenever the world wears me down. You're the haven where I can peel off my masks and be my true self. And I'm sorry, truly sorry, that I've fallen short of being that haven for you. I... I've been so terribly selfish." Mingyu's words flowed from his heart, like a river of emotions he'd been holding back.

His confession was a bittersweet symphony of vulnerability, a melody that echoed with the resonance of unspoken regrets. It wasn't just the timbre of his voice, but the raw honesty that stirred something deep within you. It was as if the layers of his pride had peeled away, revealing the core of his remorse. This was the Mingyu you'd been longing to reach, the one who could see past his own assumptions and face the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it was.

As his words settled between you, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions yourself. It wasn't just a sense of validation, but also a pang of sympathy for the struggle he'd been grappling with. You knew that this wasn't an easy conversation for him, and his willingness to open up was a testament to the depth of his feelings. The walls that had once stood firm between you were crumbling, making space for something more profound.

With a deep breath, you began to speak, revealing the layers of your own battles. The torrent of pressure that came with your role as a fashion editor and artistic director, the overwhelming deadlines that gnawed at your every thought, and the constant push and pull of expectations—it all came tumbling out. Your voice wavered as you recounted moments when it felt like the world was resting squarely on your shoulders, threatening to crush your spirit.

The vulnerability you both shared in that moment was a catalyst for an unanticipated catharsis. As tearful confessions gave way to shared frustrations, a bridge was constructed between your hearts. You'd unlocked the door to a realm where truths flowed freely, a sanctuary where masks were discarded in favor of authenticity.

The night transformed into an intimate haven, a haven that nurtured not only honesty but also laughter. It was in those shared stories and stolen chuckles that you discovered the remedy to your struggles—communication. As the moon gave way to dawn's gentle light, you found yourselves weaving tales and weaving dreams. It was in those quiet hours that you realized that the storm hadn't shattered your bond; instead, it had polished it, revealing the resilient gem that lay at its core.

In the weeks that followed, you and Mingyu learned to find balance. You carved out time for each other amidst your busy schedules, making deliberate efforts to stay connected. It wasn't always easy, but you both understood the importance of patience, understanding, and compromise.

With time, the two of you discovered that relationships, much like life, are complex and require effort from both sides. The ups and downs, the misunderstandings, and the apologies—all of it made your connection stronger. And as you looked back on that pivotal conversation, you realized that sometimes, confronting challenges head-on was the only way to move forward, together.

[terribleweh]

Indie KING CLAWTHORNE from The Owl House! NOT SPOILER FREE.

Please read the rules under the cut before interacting!

[ added 11 june: REALLY emphasising the slow activity! ]

ASK PROMPTS -> [ Always accepting + open to non-mutuals, unless stated otherwise in the tags! Go wild. ]

ABOUT KING -> [ WIP, so just a wiki link for now 😔 ]

MUN.

You can call me Forest, and I'm 20! I find it amazingly difficult to talk to people and keep a conversation going, so if we happen to speak ooc... I promise it's nothing against you! My social skills are just something else lol, but please let me know if I have said or done anything that upsets you - it'll never be my intention.

I am also perpetually in slow activity mode. My motivation and muse are very fickle, amongst other things in my life that might keep me from being here. This means threads/asks may be dropped over time (unintentionally or due to lack of muse), but you're welcome to ask me about it!

INTERACTING.

For the time being, I am not mutual exclusive; so anyone is welcome to send asks, unprompted or through memes (unless specified in the tags)! Starter calls will be kept mutuals only for my own sanity.

Asks and prompts are the best way to interact with me. Plotting isn't a strength of mine, unfortunately - but I'll likely be up for most things!

With replies, I try to do it oldest to newest, but I am so slow that it doesn't always work out. I also won't reply to every ask I get - this is always due to muse, whether I have inspiration or not... but please don't be discouraged from sending more! You can send as many as you like - the more the merrier, it gives me variety and options to choose from. -> Sometimes I will practise this when sending memes, just know that I'm never expecting you to answer all of them! If receiving multiple asks bothers you, feel free to let me know and I will keep that in mind :)

FOLLOWING.

Two of the main reasons I might not follow back: I'm unfamiliar with your fandom, or I'm not sure how our muses would interact. I prefer to stick to fandoms I know for that reason, but if you have an idea you're welcome to jump in my ask! A secret third reason: I didn't realise/forgot to check.

I guarantee I always read rules before following, if you have one available. I try to send passwords, but it does make me a bit uncomfortable so there might be occasions where I don't - but again, they will have been read! -> I do follow quite a lot of people, so I'm bound to forget rules sometimes. Please give me a little nudge if I break one of yours!

OTHER.

I have a tendency to write King's dialogue in uppercase - not because he's shouting all the time (though he is definitely a loud boy), but because it helps me find his voice better. However, if you'd prefer me to write his dialogue normally because it's difficult to read, let me know and I'll drop it in our interactions!

Credit to @/bugresources for my icons!!

Will be updated as needed, but if there's anything you're unsure about feel free to ask :]

[huggingtentacles]

Intimidation via Swagger (w/hatemail)

So invade these three guys at Crumbling Farum Azula. The host and his password summons instantly try to rush me down in an enclosed space, so I get the fuck outta there. I jump down onto the next choke-point without realising that I can't jump back up. So I just start waiting for them to progress the level.

As you might've already guessed, that didn't happen! They just stood there on that ledge for 15 minutes refusing to play the game, as I stood there as a lone invader. And so began the grind.

I started shooting at them, throwing magic at them, I poisoned them, rotted them, and one of the guys even got blasted off a cliff twice. It was really sad to see because I kinda wanted to test out my combos on this new faith build I'm practicing.

But then! A hero appeared! The phantom that got blasted off a cliff finally took a stand and jumped off to engage me. But then! gasp A betrayal! The host and the other phantom just stood there on the cliff, watching their friend get slaughtered. They didn't even bother to try and help. They just watched. It is truly a tragedy.

So they stood there for another 15 minutes, they didn't even show their faces now. One last time the host caught scarlet rot, and it was all over. And by over I mean he cried to his mom to pull the plug on their WiFi router, disconnecting from the session after letting his friends die 4 times and not gaining an inch of ground.

I found it quite hilarious. Because they tried to seem like they're not intimidated and threw disrespectful gestures at me, I succumbed to my dark side and shot the host a DM, resulting in this hilarious conversation between two totally mature people.

CW: gamer rage, racial slurs, might be homophobic too I'm not sure

^btw this is huggingtentacles lore. the tentacles family only fucks the winners

Ah yes, Gamer™ talk. By the way I was literally on the floor from this conversation, I thought I just hit a salt mine. But then!

I tried to shame the guy for letting their friend die alone, which in my opinion was the worst thing the host has done. Like I would not wanna be friends with the guy who would leave me for dead to save his pride.

grandmatentacles strikes again with her rambles about the Good Old Days ™

After which the host hit me with an ultimate gem that prompted me to make this post:

That last sentence absolutely destroyed me, I was on the floor ugly laughing. You have to have SOME kind of talent to make this up, right?

Okay now real talk.

I do not recommend you do this. Don't go out of your way to message people after an invasion. I understand that we as invaders do a little trolling, and it can be harmless fun, but this is really not what the game is about. I don't want invaders to be defined as these griefers that just go around being all overconfident and snobby. Invaders are just a force of nature, a counterbalance to the host's overpowered co-op. We are here to enforce the game mechanic that makes co-op playthroughs unique, risky and fun.

Yes some of these players have it coming, especially those who violate the rules of the game. But I gently recommend you to stay humble. It's just healthier this way, I think.

[the-sleepy-archivist]

Software of the Week: WingetUI / UniGetUI

Keeping all of the programs on your computer up to date is important for security reasons; just ask LastPass, the disgraced password manager that got hacked because an employee's personal computer was running an old version of Plex Media Server. The particular vulnerability that the hackers exploited had been patched almost 3 years earlier, but because the employee never bothered to update Plex, he never got the fix.

Every month that you leave software on your computer un-patched is time in which hackers may discover the vulnerability and start using it to attack computers. But how on earth can you even figure out which of your programs need updates? Doing that one by one takes forever, and THEN you still have to actually install those updates.

This is where software updaters are essential. On Windows, SUMO used to be among the best programs for the job, but it was discontinued in early 2024. I've been searching for a replacement for a while now, and I finally settled on WinGetUI (soon to be known as UniGetUI). A LOT more detail and some tips are under the readmore!

Details:

Purpose: Provide a unified frontend for multiple package managers on Microsoft Windows to simplify installing and updating software

OS Supported: Windows 10, 11

Installer Size: 76 MB

Country of Origin: Catalonia/Spain

Languages Supported: 16 languages fully, 24 partially

License: Freeware

Download Link: https://www.marticliment.com/wingetui/

A LOT more detail and some tips are under the readmore!

Winget ("WIN-get") is the name of Microsoft Window's new-ish package manager, a program that itself takes care of installing and updating other software for you. Linux and Unix have had built-in package managers for decades, but Windows has been sorely lacking on that front until just recently. Winget provides the ability to install and update software, but it's a command line utility, meaning you have to type text into a command prompt in order to get winget to do anything for you.

WinGetUI is essentially just a nice interface using winget in the background; it shows you which programs you have installed, which ones have updates available, and it will even install the updates for you. That last part was a game changer for me personally as it saves me a lot of time (I have a LOT of programs and libraries installed on my computer).

The best part is the developer has added support for other package managers too. Computer language SDKs often come with their own package managers for downloading the little libraries that you can bundle with code that you write, and WinGetUI now supports most of them: npm, pip, .NET Tool, Chocolatey, scoop, Powershell Gallery, and it can even list software installed from the Steam shop or the Microsoft Store (though it can't update those ones for you). Incidentally, this is why the name is changing from WinGetUI to UniGetUI; it now supports a lot more package managers than just winget.

WinGetUI can even help you migrate software to a new computer. Simply install WinGetUI on your old computer, export a list of all of the software you have installed, then install WinGetUI on your new computer and import that list and then click install. You'll probably have to babysit it for a while because Windows will prompt you to give admin access to the installers that need it, but hey. At least you don't have to write down all the software you have and download and install each one by hand.

I do want to highlight that Microsoft is still working out the kinks in winget. Windows has existed for a long time and provided a lot of freedom in how you could install software. Multiple companies have made their fortunes just by providing custom installer software for Windows (InstallShield and NSIS being prime examples), so Microsoft has their work cut out for them trying to get all the different software manufacturers to list their software in the winget directory AND standardize their installers.

As such, you may run into issues like these:

WinGetUI lists a program you installed manually and tries to update it via winget; the installer succeeds, but because those installation methods are different, you end up with 2 copies of the software installed in different locations

WinGetUI fails to update a program because the hash of the downloaded installer doesn't match the hash that winget says it should have. This is usually a developer error

WinGetUI fails to determine whether some programs have updates available or not

WinGetUI downloads an installer/updater but it fails to run because it detects that the installation methods for that program are different (manual install vs. winget install)

Almost all of these can be resolved by uninstalling the manually installed version and reinstalling it using winget, either from the command line or just from WinGetUI. Once you do that one-time operation, the winget package manager (and by extension WinGetUI) should be able to handle everything from there on out. It will only get better too as winget usage becomes more common among software developers.

[floraagato]

"ehhh I don't wanna bother with a password manager, it's easier just remembering one or two passwords and I don't really care that it's less secure"

you only have to remember one password with a password manager

it's straight up easier to use a password manager than it is to reuse a set of passwords, and just as easy as remembering one

most have browser add on + app versions and sometimes standalone pc programs

just install bitwarden (personal recommendation but do whatever) on your phone and pc and even if you change nothing else about your password habits, you'll already have made your life easier

you don't even have to bother 'setting it up' by inputting all your accounts immediately when you install it if you don't have the energy for that. just do the basics and then go about your life, it'll prompt you to save new accounts whenever you log in anywhere and will then do so in one click

please use a password manager I'm begging

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Get to Know the Mun (repost don't reblog)

I run: lots of blogs || a few blogs || just this one

I follow back: muses in the same fandom || only muses who interest me || fandomless muses || friends of mutuals || only members of a closed rp group || everyone || the people that actually bothered to send in my rules password because i'm mutuals ONLY

I am active: more days than not || as often as not || some days here and there || depending on my work/school schedule || rarely || I'm often lurking even when I don't seem active

In terms of overall themes for rps, I like: fluff || angst || action || casual interactions || intense interactions || crack || first meetings || platonic rp || shipping/romantic rp || threads || ask memes || prompts

As for length, I prefer: one-liners || single-para threads || multi-para threads || novella || different lengths depending on my mood

For shipping, I am: multiship || single ship || poly ship || no ship || plotted ships only || open to new ships || not looking for new ships || mostly or exclusively looking for high engagement ship partners || mostly or exclusively looking for casual or low engagement ship partners || not picky about ships || somewhat picky about ships || extremely picky about ships

I like to plot: everything || most interactions || some interactions || first interactions || nothing || threads || everything but memes and crack (honestly it depends on how long I've know you and what our ooc chemistry is like) || ships || family relationships || history/backstory for our muses

Contact me ooc: anytime || to plot || if you're confused or have questions in general || to remind me to reply || sparingly || only if it's really important

I give out alternate methods of contact (Discord, phone number, etc.) to: close friends || mutuals || anyone who asks || people I've spent a lot of time talking to already || ship partners || members of a certain rp group || no one

[randomrainman]

meta and fraud.

Hi, people.

I want everyone to know that I do still deeply enjoy writing -- the process of conveying specific thought processes to people who may not have a single clue who you are or what you represent can be quite a thrilling proposition. Furthermore, real research takes quite a bit of time, as one needs to check, double-check, or quintuple-check the information for bias, but the result, for me, is well worth it.

That said, I write not out of obligation, but out of inspiration. I refrain from saying "that can't happen to me", because a few of those can't-happens became did-happens, but a truly unanticipated thing occurred to me:

After over a decade-plus-long stint with no incident, my Instagram account was hacked.

It started with a message: one of my followers (someone with who I was acquainted in real life) sent me what appeared to be a message asking for help in "her" account recovery. The message did not initially appear out of place, as I have personally needed help in that regard previously, and I have also successfully helped others in similar ways. "She" asked for my phone number, which I had no problem giving, and with it, a link and six-digit confirmation codes for two-factor authentication (2FA) were sent through Meta's short code.

To be fair, it literally says "Don't share it," so maybe I am slightly daft.

This gave me pause, as I am typically suspicious of links, but my naïve giving nature overrode my wariness, and I forwarded it. Not long after, the phone number asked for a six-digit code:

A lot of Americans are total idiots and can't spell to save their lives, but they never say shit like "pls" or make these specific spelling errors. Ever.

I didn't actually give the correct code, but the damage was already done. That wasn't all:

This was the mother of all red flags: this motherfucker was not my friend, and he was definitely not American. I like WhatsApp -- it's not only great for corresponding with foreigners without exorbitant fees, but it's also great if you want a non-email method of sending large files or full-resolution images. However, this was neither of those -- this was a cleverly disguised spoofing and social engineering attack, and WhatsApp is used quite frequently for such things.

I don't own an iPhone and probably never will, so that's a bigger red flag than all of the others combined. Also, the phone number is an Indianapolis area code and definitely not actually located in Pontiac, SC.

Once this became obvious, I searched for the username letter by letter, and lo, there were two accounts! After viewing the legitimate account holder's story post about the fake account, I subsequently reported the fraudulent account as being such, but soon, my own account accesses began to go awry, and I was soon rendered unable to log in at all, despite multiple attempts. It wasn't long after this that I began receiving texts and calls from actual friends that someone using my account was asking for money:

See, I do have friends. Sometimes.

The Aftermath

Having acknowledged the situation, I attempted to resolve it by the only way I saw possible: another login attempt! After all, the cheeky bastard didn't bother changing the damn password, so it still worked. However, Scammer McScammerton enabled 2FA, so following my successful password input, I was left staring at a screen asking for a six-digit code from an authenticator, which I obviously didn't have. I selected "Try another way", and then "Get support". Conveniently, "support" didn't actually exist, but rather, a prompt to send a verification code to my email to take a "video selfie", which involves rotating my head in every direction like an oversized bobblehead.

Actual instruction on how to do an Instagram video selfie verification

Several hours and tens of tries later, a whopping zero attempts worked. I went through my browser instead to report my account as having been hacked, which led me through a virtually identical process, but with a twist: there was a chat button! Never before had I been so excited to see a chat button since America Online.

Anyone who really knows me knows that I'm not an optimist, but rather, a stark realist, so I didn't really expect much. Of course I was right:

About as useful as a flaccid weiner in an orgy in a fraud case, but swoops down on a slight perceived violation of Community Standards like Batman. Oh, and it won't even allow me to get to this screen anymore, because reasons.

Twisted Meta

After numerous reports from a variety of people, including myself, you would think Meta are surely aware that this is an issue -- they would have a complete timeline of events leading up to and following the hack. I mean, they quite literally asked me to detail what happened in chat. They should also have a record of devices used, and while it can be frustrating in certain specific situations, it's quite useful when Google forces you to verify new devices from the old ones. While it's understandable that everyone won't have access to everyone's information, when there is such overwhelming evidence in favour of there being a hack, the obvious thing to do is to move past the "did you turn it off and on again" phase and start verifying some damn identities, especially when you're aware of actual crimes being committed on your platform.

And I have plenty of identities, er, identification.

Many people, including large banks, have called for Meta to take action against the rampant fraud that takes place on their platforms, yet the outcries are met with inaction. From my perspective (and others', presumably), it would make sense for such a large platform used by half of the planet would at least attempt to curb criminal activity, but not so.

Of course I returned the money. He's one of my best peeps, and I try to not be a scumbag.

It's bigger than me, of course: though I happen to use Meta platforms to further my business and to network, the harm extends well beyond me. I may not be a fan of crime in general, but scammers rest comfortably on one of the lowest tiers of humanity's totem pole, and it's for one reason, really.

There are very few "victimless crimes", but most crimes are those of opportunity rather than malice, and typically affect small numbers of people. Fraudsters, especially these types, go full scorched-earth: they steal money from people who have nothing and either think nothing of it or enjoy it. It typically takes an exceptionally low level of skill and effort, and they deliberately target vulnerable people, such as the elderly, or simply people who have good hearts. This results in more bitter and heartless individuals who are reluctant to give.

On the bright side, I do have the scammer's information:

Not very bright, are you, Uvuvwevwevwe Onyetenyevwe Ugwemubwem Ossas? Ol' black Q-tip lookin', ultra-minimumweight, barefoot, ashy knuckle- and knee-havin', witless, bummy dunderhead...

This dude's entire life is spoofing accounts and using them to gain access to others' shit in order to peddle their information on Facebook or wherever he pleases, because he is incapable of honest work. Stop giving hard-working and intelligent Nigerians a bad name. Feel free to bombard him with hate mail and/or phishing attacks. Fucktard.

And to the social media giant which has helped me in numerous ways in terms of networking, yet also enables malicious behaviour such as this: become more aware and act against criminals. You know, because that would be very...

Meta.

|the kid|

[despair-inc]

Also, something funny is that the release lacks the one thing I bought in on a physical format for. This is easily on my top ten list of favorite movies, and I've seen it many times, but I first saw it via online piracy, with subtitles downloaded off of subdivx. Most people nowadays watch movies with subtitles to compensate for the "mixing for the theater and poorly downmix for the home release" issue, but I will always watch with subtitles even if the movie is in english and I understand it because, since I'm Mexican and grew up in the 2000s, I always associated "subtitled movies" with "movies for adults in a movie theater".

Anyways, the problem is that the translations for this movie in Subdivx were made almost entirely by amateurs and are rather poor. They have misheard lines that result in mistranslations, and it always bugged me to see them. Then, one time I had nothing to do while I was at my mum's house and I opened netflix and they had the movie, and the subtitles were made by a professional and they were actually accurate, which makes sense since they were made by a professional. I almost wanted to look into ripping the subtitles off the Netflix stream just to pair them with my pirated mkvs. But I didn't because I had available her account and either she overpays for it or they haven't cracked down on password sharing in Mexico yet. Then they took the movie off of netflix, and that's what prompted me to buy it on Blu Ray.

Anyways, this release doesn't have any subtitles except for english SDH. The one thing I wanted and it doesn't have it. But honestly, I can just live with it. Now that I live alone in a place with walls thick enough that I can put the surround at volumes that I think are very high but they don't seem to bother the neighbors (I think that the speakers are just too close to me because my place is fairly small, and they seem louder than they actually are.), I can just watch it without subtitles and have a blast like that. And it is nice that watching it on disk makes the movie grainy because it preserves the film grain, instead of just digital noise because it can't handle film grain at online streaming bitrates.

Kinda annoyed at the lack of extras on this one. It only had the disc and a tiny sheet for a digital download for the movie that I ain't gonna use. I don't think that I will be fully satisfied with the stuff inside Blu Ray disc cases after getting The People's Joker with a MGS game manual sized insert inside, unless I end up buying a bunch of Criterion stuff that has MGS4 sized inserts on the inside.

That being said, I really like the aesthetic of this one, especially with the back of the outside just being the one quote from the lyrics instead of being a technical spreadsheet. Steelbook cases are nice and weighty to the touch, if you're bothering to indulge in buying Blu Ray movies, you might as well get these if you can. Solid 7 out of 10 release.

[murdertoothpick]

would you be able to write something where you love to get on tech’s nerves (and you assume he probably hates you), but one day you steal his data pad to annoy you and find some /very interesting/ things about you on there?

can we just talk?

Tech x gn!Reader; not angst or smut or fluff either? idk | w/c: 905

Warnings: none but rivals/haters to maybe lovers? open ended. not sure if i should do a part 2, i suck at confrontations/confessions about feelings. gimme established relationship any day. also i made this sfw because i didn't want it to seem creepy or like...gross and objectifying yanno. but i HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ANYWAYS

A/N: yes for fun i think tech's password would be 'password' because of some elaborate explanation that nobody would try to guess the pw of someone like tech and just rely on a computer to randomly input things in. that being said, if it is known that there are 8 characters, then 'password' is 1 of 2.82 trillion permutations (/possible passwords) if we stick to the 26 letters of the english alphabet and 10 arabic numerals. of course, this doesn't account for capital letters, punctuation marks, letters/characters from other languages, tone marks, math symbols, etc, and it might not be known that there is 8 characters, so a computer would have to consider passwords of 1 to infinite characters until it gets the password. lets say a computer begins with passwords of one character, and then two and then so on, that's 80.6 billion permutations it would have to go through before it gets to passwords of 8 characters (and that's only with 26 letters and 10 numbers). so yeah, that's what i think.

'Karking hells Tech,' you seethe, hands balled at your sides. 'I didn't steal your datapad.'

It's complete truth, and you'd think for someone as logical and reasonable as Tech that he'd believe you. But no, this distrust and unwillingness to have a full conversation with you is reserved solely for your relationship with the enhanced clone. Lucky you.

Tech folds his arms, eying you up and down to catch any movement or gesture that would suggest you were lying. Apart from the steam coming out of your ears, he has nothing.

You huff, waving him off as you turn around. 'Whatever, I'm heading to the fresher.' You turn your head over your shoulder to cast him a glare, 'Don't bother me.'

It's the best you can do to match his contempt. As long as he keeps icing you out and accusing you of stealing banthashit like his datapad, you'll make it clear that the disdain is reciprocated.

Truthfully though, it's not. But you'll pretend that it is to keep your dignity intact.

Even if you'd much rather the two of you get along, for your sake and the team's. Maker, even Crosshair is okay with you.

Another sad truth - you have no idea what Tech has against you. You've proven yourself useful several times, and you tried to get along with him in those first few weeks with the Batch. But he continues to meet you with the same avoidance of eye contact and curt replies.

So what? Two can play at that game.

You amble to the fresher, having collected fresh clothes from your bunk on the way. Once you've closed the door, you sigh in exasperation, knowing that Tech will probably tear your space apart looking for his datapad.

Whatever, you think. He won't find anything.

Having spent the last few hours with Tech, a break in the fresher is incredibly welcome. The door closes swiftly behind you, and you're eager to have some time without having to dwell on his contempt.

That is, until a small ping! sounds from the sink in front of the fresher's mirror. You regard the device, identifying it as a datapad and crossing the small room to look further.

'Hey Tech, I think I found your...' you trail off, focus locked onto the notification displayed on the screen.

"File upload is complete," it reads. But what really catches your attention is its prompt for you to open the folder marked under your name.

Yeah, this requires investigating.

You eye the fresher door warily despite suspecting that Tech hadn't even bothered to tune in to your voice or respond anyways. With newfound annoyance at his purposeful silence, you dig.

Your first attempt at unlocking the datapad is surprisingly successful; especially since you had laughed inwardly and thought 'Nobody would guess Tech and his 'exceptional mind' would have chosen "password" as his password.'

It's funny, but at the same time, somewhat...smart? From the many times Tech, like every other member of the team, have been able to pull the rest of you out of some deep banthashit, you're always surprised at what you can manage to learn about him. Of course, he's hard to read, so that's why you've settled on the simple conclusion that he hates you, point-blank.

But you snicker to yourself when the screen swipes up, granting you access to everything on the datapad, including the suspicious folder named after you. You would definitely be holding this against him later.

The screen immediately takes you to the newly uploaded files, and you're admittedly disappointed upon the discovery that those files are just recordings from the latest mission - it's a habit of his, you remember, to record.

For a moment you wonder if Tech keeps a record of anything else; if he writes notes or has some sort of archive to catalogue his thoughts. It's a stupid thought, of course he does, which only compels you to continue through the folder.

And- What the karking hells is this? A list of your allergies? With a fruit you had unluckily discovered on a supply run not too long ago, and the elusive, glowing flower you had stumbled upon on a research expedition. While you wouldn't have questioned if he had access to your medical files, this is...out of pocket.

Is this a sadistic joke? Is he plotting to murder you?

That must be the reason.

But...did he really hate you that much?

Shaking away that creeping suspicion, you peruse through the file. Skimming over notes and recordings of your recent assignments with the Bad Batch reacquaintances you with the professionalism of this data storing. He probably has one of those lists for everybody, you reason with yourself, Tech wouldn't murder you, would he?

He sure as hell could get away with it. You wonder if he's a good liar too.

But then you find it - the nail in the coffin.

This is not professional. This is obsessive.

Tech has another notes document; one detailing almost all your interests and likes. From when you've shared deeper conversations with the other batch mates or mentioned it offhandedly to the group. It seems that they're all in on it, movies you told them you liked in confidence even listed, your favourite artists, foods...almost everything in a list much longer than the last.

Eerily structured as if he was planning a date or something.

Wait.

Is Tech going to ask you out?

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[renhoeku1]

Requests: Open [ ✨ ] Closed [ ] (0/10)

Writing for: My Hero Academia + Demon Slayer

Last updated; 02/25/2022

I. It is my choice on the content I write, I’ll write anything from sfw to nsfw to dark content depending on my mood. If you don’t wish to see certain things on this blog, block the tags or don’t follow me.

II. If you are not 18 or older, get the fuck off my lawn before I beat you with a cane. Do not interact with me OR my work on this blog. If you really wanna read my stuff you can access my SFW account (will add when I make one, I won't promise I'll post on there consistently though) where I’ll also be posting my tame content. If I see you on this account I will block you and you won’t have access to my side accounts so if you wanna read my stuff badly enough, is interacting here worth the risk?

III. For my own sanity, I’ll be limiting my requests to 10, however there are no limits to thirsts I’ll accept.

IV. On this account I write male anime character x reader, someday I’ll expand my reach into female characters but as of now I don’t write for them. Down below I’ve listed what I will, probably will, and won’t (hard no) write. I’ve also listed who I will definitely and definitely won’t write for. Don’t see the character you want? Ask and see if I write for them! I also write character x my oc, this is purely self indulgent so if you don’t wanna read that make sure you block the tags accordingly.

IV.V All characters canonly below the age of 18 are aged up to adulthood and always set in a future setting. I WILL NOT write them as if they are still in Highschool, the least I will do is them as a College Freshman. 95% of anime's are set in a highschool setting or in that age group, so for the sake of my sanity and the fact they are FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, I age them up. Any shit that comes into my asks calling me something I am not will be blocked and deleted.

V. Do not under any circumstances share or repost my work on any other site, especially Wattpad and TikTok. The last thing I want is my work stolen and minors being shown the things I create. If you see something that looks like my work, notify me immediately.

VI. When making requests, please state specifically if you want the reader to be female or gender neutral, what you want to happen, what prompt you’d like to be used, any specific kinks, etc. Just be as detailed as possible or else it’ll be left for me to interpret and do as I please. I mean, I’ll do what I want with it regardless but in order for me to fulfill your request, I need details!

VII. I do not condone any drama, bigotry, or slander of any kind, please leave that shit at the door. Any and all hate anons sent to me will be deleted and ignored so don’t bother trying to start shit with me. If you dislike certain content I post or reblog, feel free to block tags or even block me. That being said, if you run across something of mine that you feel needs certain tags, tell me! Sometimes I can’t think of every triggering thing so it helps a lot of you point things out to me and I’d be very grateful!

VIII. Remember, I have the right to deny/ignore any requests sent to me for any reason, i.e. I’m busy, disinterested, or uncomfortable. Do not try to guilt trip me into writing something for you! I’m an adult, I work and take care of my mother, my life outside of tumblr is more important than whose dick you wanna read about.

IX. You are certainly welcome to share tiktoks, nsfw & sfw twitter links, and hentai with me! (secret password: set your dicks ablaze) Make sure when you send these asks that you put proper warnings and such. My pms are also always open! If I don’t answer you right away please don’t be discouraged!

X. Personally, I do not like ships. I dislike the toxicity of that part of fandoms and how it can be fetishized and want nothing to do with it, so please do not send me ship related content. I have nothing against people who enjoy ships, I just don't want it in my space.

XI. I have adhd and dyslexia, if you find mistakes in my work please be nice about it if you’re gonna point it out. Nothing is more embarrassing to me than proofreading something ten times only for someone to rudely point out mistakes I missed.

XII. I have no update schedule for fics unless stated otherwise, please no not rush me! I also have a mania disorder so things will sometimes take me a long time to finish. Please know I’m doing the best I can!

❀ Wanna be tagged in my work? Click here.

Things I will write; (bolded stuff is my favorite to write)

Breeding kink/creampie, degradation, choking, cock warming, cum eating, snowballing, impact play, s & m, size kink, knife play, gun play, blood play, soft/hard doms, daddy kink, pregnancy, child birth, miscarriage, lactation (also kink version), female bodied + female reader, gender neutral reader, dilf, milf, mommy kink (not dominant), switch reader, power play, fantasy aus, soul mate aus, monsterfucking, gore/intense gore, horror, character/reader death, manga spoilers, somnophilia, dacryphilia, dubcon, noncon, con-noncon, hybrid character/reader, yandere, cheating character/reader, professor & student (college), enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, strangers to lovers, biker aus, dark aus, kidnapping, single dad/mom aus, age gap (adult), branding, bdsm, drunk sex, boss x employee, Panty stealing, spitting, cam girl/boy au, sacrilegious themes, will add more as I go!

Things I will maybe write;

Watersports, pet play, a/b/o, step/pseudo incest, anal, foot fetish, chubby reader, eating disorder (for plot purpose), vore/cannibalism (BIG MAYBE, I like gore and horror so like—), add more as I go!

Things I will not write;

Emergency requests, self harm & suicide (except for plot porposes), fisting, scat, male reader, trans reader, skin specific reader, bestiality, pedophilia, highschool aus, blood related incest, feederism, necrophilia, animal related nicknames such as puppy (exceptions are dove & firefly), will add more as I go!

Characters I will write;

My Hero Academia; Izuku, Katsuki, Eijirou, Shinsou, Shouto, Aizawa, Tokoyami, Dabi, Shigaraki, Denki, ask and see!

Demon Slayer; Kyojuro, Giyuu, Tanjirou, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Tengen, Sanemi, Akaza, ask and see!

[systemadministratorclu]

"Secure entrance. Can't be too safe with the Occupation afoot." He was prompted by a screen that appeared in the blackness around them for a password, which he entered as 'Ram Lives' which was accepted

"Don't bother memorizing that, it changes daily. They really ramped up security once I got here." The screen disappeared and they only just noticed the room had been moving downward when it came to a stop and a pair of doors slid open.

"Welcome back, Clu." A tall program with almost shoulder length dark brown hair, red eyes fixed on first a datapad and then on Clu, and white and red circuits greeted, "It seems you've found the cause of the anomaly you sensed." The program's soft voice seemed so familiar, and the reason why seemed so close, yet just out of reach. Until Clu responded to the program.

"Yes, I believe I have, Hal."

“So, are you a friend of Hal’s? Well, any friend of his is a friend of mine.” Dave said, looking closely at Clu.

"Huh? Oh yes, he's actually my Administrative aide, and I don't know how I ever functioned without him. It's a big job running the whole Grid, and I'm just one program........You're one of his User friends, aren't you."

[awilddreamermain]

Requests: Open [ ✨ ] Closed [ ]

Writing for: My Hero Academia + Attack on Titan + Naruto + Fairy Tail

Headcanons & Drabbles for: Jujutsu Kaisen + Haikyuu

Last updated; 06/7/2021

I. It is my choice on the content I write, I'll write anything from sfw to nsfw to dark content depending on my mood. If you don't wish to see certain things on this blog, block the tags or don't follow me.

II. If you are not 18 or older, get the fuck off my lawn before I beat you with a cane. Do not interact with me OR my work on this blog. If you really wanna read my stuff you can access my SFW account (will add when the link works) where I'll also be posting my tame content. If I see you on this account I will block you and you won't have access to my side accounts so if you wanna read my stuff badly enough, is interacting here worth the risk?

III. For my own sanity, I'll be limiting my requests to 10, however there are no limits to thirsts I'll accept. I'll write thirsts and headcanons for Jujutsu Kaisen and Haikyuu however I do not accept requests for them and won't until I understand the characters and their worlds.

IV. On this account I write male anime character x reader, some day I'll expand my reach into female characters but as of now I don't write for them. Down below I've listed what I will, probably will, and won't (hard no) write. I've also listed who I will definitely and definitely won't write for. Don't see the character you want? Ask and see if I write for them! I also write character x my oc, this is purely self indulgent so if you don't wanna read that make sure you block the tags accordingly.

V. Do not under any circumstances share or repost my work on any other site, especially Wattpad and TikTok. The last thing I want is my work stolen and minors being shown the things I create. If you see something that looks like my work notify me immediately.

VI. When making requests, please state specifically if you want the reader to be female or gender neutral, what you want to happen, what prompt you'd like to be used, any specific kinks, etc. (password: jerry) Just be as detailed as possible or else it'll be left for me to interpret and do as I please. I mean, I'll do what I want with it regardless but in order for me to fulfill your request, I need details!

VII. I do not condone any drama, bigotry, or slander of any kind, please leave that shit at the door. Any and all hate anons sent to me will be deleted and ignored so don't bother trying to start shit with me. If you dislike certain content I post or reblog, feel free to block tags or even block me. That being said, if you run across something of mine that you feel needs certain tags, tell me! Sometimes I can't think of every triggering thing so it helps a lot of you point things out to me and I'd be very grateful!

VIII. Remember, I have the right to deny/ignore any requests sent to me for any reason, i.e. I'm busy, disinterested, or uncomfortable. Do not try to guilt trip me into writing something for you! I'm an adult, I work and take care of my mother who lives with me, my life outside of tumblr is more important than whose dick you wanna read about.

IX. You are certainly welcome to share tiktoks, nsfw & sfw twitter links, and hentai with me! Make sure when you send these asks that you put proper warnings and such. My pms are also always open! If I don't answer you right away please don't be discouraged!

X. Personally, I do not like ships. I dislike the toxicity of that part of fandoms and want nothing to do with it, so please do not send me ship related content.

XI. I have adhd and dyslexia, if you find mistakes in my work please be nice about it if you're gonna point it out. Nothing is more embarrassing to me than proof reading something ten times only for someone for rudely point out mistakes I missed.

XII. I have no update schedule for fics unless stated otherwise, please no not rush me! I also have a mania disorder so things will sometimes take me a long time to finish. Please know I'm doing the best I can!

❀ Wanna be tagged in my work? Click here.

Things I will write;

Breeding kink/creampie, degradation, choking, cock warming, cum eating, snowballing, impact play, s & m, size kink, knife play, gun play, blood play, soft/hard doms, daddy kink, pregnancy, child birth, miscarriage, lactation (also kink version), female bodied + female reader, gender neutral reader, dilf, milf, mommy kink (not dominant), switch reader, power play, fantasy aus, soul mate aus, monsterfucking, gore, horror, character/reader death, manga spoilers, somnophilia, dacryphilia, dubcon, noncon, con-noncon, hybrid character/reader, yandere, cheating character/reader, professor & student (college), enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, strangers to lovers, biker aus, dark aus, kidnapping, single dad/mom aus, age gap (adult), branding, bdsm, drunk sex, boss x employee, Panty stealing, spitting, cam girl/boy au, sacrilegious themes, will add more as I go!

Things I will maybe write;

Watersports, pet play, a/b/o, step/pseudo incest, anal, foot fetish, chubby reader, eating disorder (for plot purpose), will add more as I go!

Things I will not write;

Emergency requests, self harm & suicide (except for plot porposes), fisting, scat, male reader, trans reader, skin specific reader, bestiality, pedophilia, highschool aus, blood related incest, feederism, necrophilia, vore, animal related nicknames such as puppy (exceptions are dove & bunny), will add more as I go!

Characters I will write;

My Hero Academia; Izuku, Katsuki, Eijirou, Shinsou, Shouto, Aizawa, Tokoyami, Dabi, Shigaraki, Denki, ask and see!

Attack on Titan; Eren, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Connie, Jean, ask and see!

Naruto; Naruto, Sasuske, Kiba, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kankuro, Choji, Rock Lee, Kakashi, ask and see!

Fairy Tail; Natsu, Gray, Laxus, Leo/Loke, Freed, Gajeel, Elfman, Gildarts, Jellal, Sting, Rogue, ask and see!

Characters I will not write;

My Hero Academia; Mineta, AFO, will add more as I go!

Attack on Titan; Grisha, Pixis, will add more as I go!

Naruto; Jiraiya, Orochimaru, will add more as I go!

Fairy Tail; Makarov, will add more as I go!