#🎭anon?

[7-ferrets-in-a-coat]

Makin a little victory dance bc there'll be WRITING

-🎭

yeahg It WILL take a long while tho,, I have like 11 chapters planned and a prologue, and i plan to release it chapter per Chapter and NOT on a regular, i cannot respect my own schedules for JACKSHIT

I honestly hope I can do my own idea justice,,

Anyways here's a snippet

[livelaughlovesubs]

Mind empty just Thinking about dazai with knife play or gunplay is just 😋

-🎭

ARGHHHHH

Dazai who’s super excited about it, wriggling around all the time in hopes you’d accidentally kill him. But he didn't actually want to die, it’s too painful this way. Still, just imagining it and fantasising about the possibility made his dick leak like a girl.

Dazai who audibly gasps whenever you cut him slightly, or press the muzzle against his forehead. Whimpering when he inhale, breath hitching and going up a pitch as you press the trigger. The familiar ‘bang’ of the gun reached his ears as his inevitable orgasm washes over him.

Dazai who gets so exited when seeing red, watching the blood drip down his skin as it sticks to everywhere. His blood was such a clear red, it didn’t take long until it became lumps. But until then, he had enough time to admire the fluid and groan in delight.

Dazai who squirms around when you threaten to take his life. Like an embarrassed maiden while he covers his face, grinning cheekily while shaking his hips. Feeling the cold material of the weapon sliding across his chest, stomach or thighs, rubbing against his crotch teasingly. It’ll be hard to hold back~

Dazai who loved it a bit too much when you press the muzzle of the gun against his cheeks, brushing it over his lips and force it into his mouth. Forcing him to suck and lick it. He swears he can taste the bullet within, even though it isn’t loaded. At this rate he doesn’t even know if he wants to beg you to shoot or to withdraw the gun. Dazai who begs you for more once you are done with your little session. Always seeking more adrenaline and danger. Next time, maybe you’ll load one bullet? Or maybe two even to be extra bold? Russian roulette is pretty fun after all.

[impish-baby]

heyo! Request here! Maybe you can do like a hero caretaker with a sidekick? So basically the sidekick is a beginner and gets hurt during battle and the hero becomes super over protective? (Also maybe like a sibling relationship or something?) Sorry if it’s too specific, and you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to! Make sure to drink water, ear so healthy delicious food and gets lots of sleep! Love your work!

-🐠 Anon (can I be 🐠 anon if that cool with you?)

Superheros.. (trigger warnings: heavy violence!! Creepy behavior, gas lighting, drugging)

You don't think the low level villian is recognizable anymore. They don't even look like a person. What was once their face is a bloody pulp, features blurring together in a mess of tissue and broken cartilage. Your mentor is still towering over them, snapping their fingers one by one methodically.

It's terrifying. You idolized Cyrus, looked up to him. He was the one who made you want to start hero work in the first place. This isn't what a hero is. Cyrus is just being cruel now, no sign of the man you've come to think of as a brother as he smirks when the person lying on the ground groans in pain. You should do something. Even if they're a villain, they don't deserve this.

But you can't. Body paralyzed with fear as you stare wide-eyed at the scene playing out before you helplessly. You feel almost numb, static ringing in your ears, the sound of bones crunching still evident until it suddenly silences.

You don't even notice when Cyrus moves, not until he's right in front of you. There's only warmth in his gaze as he smiles at you and only horror in yours. "Aw, I'm sorry, kiddo.." The hero pulls you into his arms, blood from his hands smearing onto your costume. "That must have been scary, huh? Don't worry, they can't hurt you anymore.."

Like he wasn't the one you're scared of?!

Cyrus hums, pulling away only to cup your face with utmost care. "I know, I know, you're a big kid that could've handled it.." He rolls his eyes fondly, paying no mind to your lack of response. "What do you expect me to do? I'm your big brother even when we're in uniform.."

You blink dumbly, unable to utter a word, the shock of everything becoming a crushing weight on your chest. "Let me see the owie, ok?" Cyrus murmurs, guiding you to sit before kneeling in front of you. The injury is barely anything, a cut along your thigh that at most needs to be bandaged-

"Ow.." He hisses with a wince, "that'll need stitches, kiddo.."

What? "I can do them, so you don't have to go to the hospital. I'll bring you home a treat after for being brave!" Cyrus ruffles your hair, dismissing your stuttered protests with a laugh. "Hey, I've been doing this for how long? I've been hurt way more than you, kid. Do you think I can't tell when something is serious or not?"

He.. he does know more than you. He's seen so much more combat, come back home with hundreds of injuries. Cyrus would know. You're lifted into his arms when you don't say anything more, the hero taking flight with you cradled to his chest.

The medicine he offers you once you're set down on your bed is foreign. It doesn't look like ibuprofen or Tylenol, there's not even an identifying mark, they're just blank. "It'll be easier if you're asleep." Cyrus hums, already holding a glass of water to wash the pills down. "You've seen me get stitches just fine, but I've built up a pain tolerance for years. You won't want to be awake, sweetheart."

They taste sickly sweet, the water doing nothing to help wash out the taste. "Good kid.." Cyrus presses a light kiss to your forehead, "You know I love you, right?" The dots lining your vision take over before you can even manage to respond. Cyrus doesn't mind, slipping the power suppressor over your wrist with a content hum.

(a/n: Thank you for being so kind, Anon!! And yes, you can have that tag! I hope this was ok ^^)

[thedarkcircuswritings]

I have a new victim now and it's Burning Spice Cookie

Burning Spice Cookie x Wife Female Reader who died from a training accident which is where Burning Spice Cookie is teaching his son Capsaicin Cookie how to control his powers but only ends up causing Reader's death which was the cause of Burning Spice Cookie's Corruption and for Capsaicin Cookie's Chains...

-🥀Angst Anon

I'm back baby with more :}

After everything that had been placed on Burning Spice's back, what caused him to break was the rage he felt when he witnessed the cinders of your dough slip through your fingers from that fatal attack, and from his own son, no less. Corruption comes from a broken heart, and not even family shall be spared from it.

[murdrdocs]

cockwarming; creampie; MDNI 18+ w/ DUKE LETO I

there is a slight pinch along your hips, creating a stiffness of your own doing. you should stand and stretch your limbs out, maybe refuse to return to your position completely. but the discomfort from your position is not what has you wishing for it to be over.

in fact, just the thought of pulling off of leto and going without the fullness situated in your cunt sounds like a nightmare. you do not know how you have gone so long without trying this, and you cannot fathom the reality that eventually, you would have to return to your usual state of being.

it is your desire to finally get true pleasure that makes you want it to end. you enjoy being stuffed like this, but you wish leto would please you. you knew that was not why you are here. according to you, you were only here because you wanted to keep him company. not distract him from his work.

but you were insatiable. the new ring on your finger and addition to your name has birthed codependency and increased your libido. you can barely go a few hours without needing leto.

he clears his throat and adjusts his position. his hand rests on your hip, keeping you still as he nudges his cock a little further in you.

you mewl against the crook of his neck, your nails digging into his shoulder and his salted curls. it is instinctive whenever your hips rise and lower a few times, rocking yourself on his cock with recognizable motions.

leto tuts. he lifts your nightgown to press his fingertips into your bare skin, easily holding you still.

"’m not done yet,” he warns. maybe, his words are intended to serve simply as a reminder. but the deep rumble of his chest against yours and the way his voice has an edge to it, makes you feel like you are being chastised.

"how much longer?" you groan against the crook of leto's neck.

“another half hour at least.”

you do not bother attempting to fight against his grip. instead, you let him hold you down, pushing your face out of his neck to stare at him.

“a half hour?”

he leans his head against the high back of the chair, peering down at you over his nose through lidded eyes. he looks exhausted, a crease under his eyes exhibiting a purple hue. you would have no trouble in getting him off, which you tell him as you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger.

leto opens his mouth, most likely to protest your advances and reaffirm the importance of his work. you did not deny that he now had a heavy burden on his shoulders, but you needed him to understand the importance of relaxing every so often.

“what good would a leader be if he is too stressed to concentrate? or if he pushes his body too far and can no longer rely on it. what then, my lord?”

you watch the corner of his lip twitch up when you throw the term in his face. there is a moment where nothing happens, and then he throws his pen onto the desk and slides the chair back enough to give you room.

you do not need to be told what to do.

(and once you’ve finished, he does his best to carry you off to the bed without unsheathing his cock from inside of you, for fear of sacrificing the planted seed within you that has yet to sprout.)

[hmshermitcraft]

Now, while not the standard "celeberties" in the stereotypical sense, both Mumbo and Pearl are essentially Idols in their fields of work, receiving the same level of attention and treatment as actors and singers.

Pearl, an astrophysicist, known for her groundbreaking discoveries regarding the moon and other celestial bodies, found herself in an odd predicament as she seemed to grow fonder and fonder of this celebrated engineer she had met during a New Year's Eve party held by her brother, Grian. There was just something about those eyes and his suit, the way that he let his intelligence shine through his jokes and comments, and the hints to the chaotic weirdness she just knew laid beneath that thin layer he held up for those who didn't know him well.

Mumbo, a roboticist and engineer, known for his groundbreaking robots that had been used to reach the moon and now some of the furthest solar system bodies, found himself in an odd predicament as he seemed to have fallen hard for the astrophysicist who had used his machines to make such astronomical discoveries. He'd known about her for years now, mostly through Grian, getting stories of the siblings' chaotic hijinks and sometimes, he'd get some news about her work, but now- Now she stood right in front of him, and she was drop dead killer, even in the formal academic attire she was stunning, but in casual clothing- were it not for the soft buzz of the jack he had earlier, he'd be a stuttering mess from how cool she looked.

The introduction went well, and when Grian brought up what they did for work, things began to hit it off fast. The two would spend almost all of the party just talking about their fields and stories from their past, sitting beneath the cosmic painting that is the midnight sky above them.

This was bad. That was the first thought that came to Mumbo's mind when the flash of the camera hit them- both him and Pearl had met up together at her place of work to discuss somethings, and it was just- how could he not lean in and kiss that smart face? How was he supposed to know that a reporter had came in right behind them to get a statement. Already, they saw how colleagues and fans of their work were beginning to talk about how amazing it would be if they were to work together, and a tiny few who started to connect a few dots-

This was great! Er, well, it gave them an answer on how to break the news on how they were dating. At least it wasn't from someone digging where they shouldn't have. Pearl was far more positive on this, using it as a way to safely and more appropriately reveal the "new" relationship. Of course, it came with some downsides, the letters and "critics" regarding a relationship between coworkers or who their partner was were always annoying, and at times, aggravating, but it was manageable, they had even gotten a "couple name" by a fan which was Celestial Nonsene- she had no idea where it came from, but she liked it. The best thing to come out of this all was her brother showing up to her place the day after it broke news, only to find a messy haired mumbo still in his boxers (that had moons on them, a gift from her) and a groggy Pearl who was wearing Mumbo's tie. Now that was a fuuun day, and nothing was better than messing with Grian by just leaning over and giving her boyfriend a solid kiss that left him seeing stars a bit.

-👁🎭

Grian is outnumbered and he regrets ever introducing the pair. They probably would've crossed paths eventually - Pearl works with a lot of high tech equipment! But Grian accelerated the process, and with it, his misery.

Seriously, he's glad they're getting along so well, but not so well they're teaming up to tease him!

[shapes-shifters]

helloo!! hhu,, glad i could find you again..!

i need help with something and i believe it's related to Angel. You're her.. guardian, right? you must know of her.. s..? magic.?

Ah! Hello again... Uhm... What was it again.... Ah yes! Afonso :]

I do know of most of Angel's capabilities, I don't exactly know all. I do have an understanding of the fact she can create all types of mushrooms and has a light shapeshifting issue.

[lifesteal-headcanons]

this kinda ties into my last hc of zam knowing how to dance really well but mainly based off of really liking his emotes :3

He randomly breakdances for no reason other than that it was his favourite to learn & finds it fun to do. He also over exaggerates his actions alot (he's a theatre kid and you can pry that from my cold dead hands)

- 🎭♦️ anon

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[7-ferrets-in-a-coat]

Oh no :(( I'm sry Sam

i get it I have a baby brother that's still not agreeable and I used to not like sonic BC he was obsessed w it and kept forcing me to talk about it

Fr no worries but I have a shit ton of multiplayer games if youre ever bored

- 🎭

Bats eyebwrows give me a list :3

im curiouis :3

[selfship-confession-box]

Not being able to actually physically touch your f/o is HELL. I have a little picture of him I kiss and a body pillow I pretend is him but like I HAVE NO REAL MERCH 😭

I'll lay in bed and like almost cry cus I can't hold this stupid idiot and kiss his dumb little face >:'((

-💛🔫🎭 Hjack anon

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[gabessquishytum]

Saw a video about how female mountain lions scream like the most horrible terrifying sound when they're mating.

Lots of dreamling fics include Hob being surprised to learn about Dream’s horrible donkey laugh? How about Hob learning that Dream makes the weirdest most terrifying eldritch screams when he’s getting fucked?

🎭

Honestly I think Dream has earned the right to make unhinged noises in bed! He's not human, maybe he forgets that Hob IS human and therefore has human eardrums... maybe Dream happens to break the sound barrier the first time Hob makes him cum. Hob sits there, ears and nose bleeding, mouth open, absolutely and totally flattered that Dream made such an absolute racket to express him pleasure <3

After that Dream tones it down from "sonic boom" to "tires screeching in a car chase" and Hob still loves it. Mainly because he just bloody loves Dream, you know?

[anonauthorsworkshop]

helloo, i stumbled upon ur mha x scp au and AHDSIHDSGISDGJ UR WRITING??? IS SO GOOD?? (also im new here hi, can i be 🎭 anon) more mha x scp au pls /nf tho

hii 🎭 anon :) i get a lot of requests for this au haha, sure!

previous part here

AU where MC is transported into the MHA universe with a SCP-summoning quirk. essentially a MHA and SCP crossover. you can read the rest of the parts under the tag #pp mha au

(note: i have never watched or read mha in my life and all of my knowledge is from fanfics and lazily googled questions! sorry in advance for any mischaracterizations or anything that just... doesn't make any sense? lol)

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You lean forward, nearly falling off of your chair in the process. Squinting your eyes into narrow lines, you focus on one, crucial objective:

Trying to figure out what the hell is sitting right in front of you.

He looks like a cat, sort of. He reminds you of Josie, or, well, 529, with his feline-esque features and all.

Oh, you really should summon Josie here again sometime. It's been quite a while since you last have. That cat makes a good cuddle buddy. Even if she's missing the entire other half of her body.

You hum in thought, continuing to careen forward from your chair. No! This thing across from you is nothing like Josie. His ears look more like a bear, like 1048. Or could he be a dog? No, no... You've got it! He's definitely a rat!

Leaning back, you return to a proper sitting position and internally applaud yourself for finding the solution to your own ridiculous question. A rat, you think to yourself, face smug. Reminds me of a certain mask that drips black snot.

Wait a minute. The satisfied expression you adorn falters as you inspect the rat closer. What if it's not a rat, but a mouse?!

No, you're getting sidetracked! You take another bite of the banana you have graciously been given by your... captors? Do they count as captors if you willingly went with them?

The clearing of a throat. "Excuse me. If you could please answer the question..."

Oh, right. They're not really your 'captors,' just your interrogators, (that provide you with free food, might you add).

"What was the question again?" you ask, before not-so-elegantly stuffing the rest of the banana down your throat. You couldn't help but cave into your stomach's hunger; you haven't tasted this quality of fresh food in years! No more scavenging for meals or rummaging through garbage bins!

The man in uniform raises an inquiring eyebrow. You examine the badge attached to his right breast pocket: 'Detective Tsukauchi.'

He gestures to his side. "He asked you for your name."

Your eyes follow his hand's movements, and you find yourself gazing at the rat once more. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention." You admit shamelessly, grabbing another banana from the bowl placed before you. "I'm Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The rat smiles. You absentmindedly nod in response. "I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High. The man beside me is Detective Tsukauchi," you glance at the final stranger, "and this is Aizawa, a teacher at this school. He is also the one who found you. We would like to ask you some questions, as you are already aware."

"Sure," you comply, shoving another banana into your mouth. "I don't mind."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Who are your parents?"

You shrug, nonchalantly reaching for another banana. "Don't have any."

Nezu's grin widens slightly, and you watch him place a paw below his jaw. "Would you be comfortable telling us about what happened in that alley?"

Cocking your head to the side, you carefully peel off the banana's skin. "Which one?"

The detective speaks up. "The one you were found in."

Chewing another bite of your food, you tap a finger to your chin in thought. "Well, I was asleep until I heard a bunch of noise." Slowly, you turn to Nezu, replicating his ear-to-ear smile as you dramatically retell your experience.

"I looked up from my home, my beloved alleyway cardboard box, and saw two groups of people fighting. I decided to hide in my box until it was all over, but then one of them crashed into my home. They crumpled my box, and my hiding spot was revealed! The two groups started arguing about 'gang territory,' or whatever, and one of them decided to use me as a hostage and pointed a gun to my head."

You sink your teeth into your banana once more, oblivious to the horrified looks from every adult in the room.

"Oh, but it was fine," you casually continue, mouth half-full, "since, you know, I took care of it and all."

"When you say that you 'took care of it,'" the detective asks cautiously, "do you mean that you used your quirk?"

"My... quirk?" You scratch the back of your neck. "I guess it's my quirk? Don't know too much about 'quirks,' to be honest. I've never been to a doctor, or whatever specialist you go to for checking those out."

"Could you describe to us what it was that you exactly did?"

You gulp down the rest of your banana before replying. "You mean, in that alley? I summoned, or, like, conjured up one of those, uh." You pause, replacing 'SCPs' with another word to prevent further confusion. "Creatures? One of those creatures."

Tsukauchi looks you in the eye. "These creatures that you summon." You glance at the detective's hands, and you notice that they're trembling. "What do they do? What do they look like?"

"Usually I summon them to help and protect me." You explain with a shrug, "Oftentimes I encounter people who want to hurt me for some reason. There's a bunch of, er, 'creatures,' that I can summon, and they don't typically look like your perception of what's 'normal.'"

You continue, "There are endless possibilities, really. One looks like a teddy bear, just covered in human ears." Tsukauchi's eyes widen, as if his suspicions have been confirmed. "There's some that are long and bony. Some of them have these gigantic claws and razor-sharp mouths. Some of them are all gooey and acidic-"

"I believe that's enough." You turn to the side, taking a brief glimpse at Aizawa, who is standing beside you. Those were the only words he's spoken this entire time.

Turning back to the other two, you're about to grab another banana when you catch sight of the detective. You stare awkwardly, your hand paused mid-air. He seems to have completely spun on his heel to face away from you, hands clutching the wall as he gags and dry heaves. You scoot back in your chair uncomfortably.

"...And you do not have a home, correct?" Nezu stands up from his seat, approaching yours.

"Well, I did, but like I said, my cardboard box was destroyed because of those two rival gangs, or whoever they were."

"I see." He raises a paw so as to pet the top of your head. You clumsily bend down in your chair, allowing the two-foot-tall principal to reach your height. "We can arrange something for you. You may stay in a personal dorm here for free, if you would like." He smiles, "So long as you attend this school, the police force has also gladly agreed to erase your criminal record!"

You gawk at him. "C-criminal record?" Well, you guess you usually do end up leaving a mess of dead bodies behind, but it's always in self-defense!

"You should know it is illegal to use your quirk unlicensed and in public, Y/N."

Surveying the room, you dart your eyes from person to person. In the corner of the room, the detective, who is on the verge of vomiting up his insides. The man beside you, Aizawa, who refuses to look at you. The one standing in front of you, Nezu, who is blackmailing you, but is also offering you free shelter and free food...

You huff, grabbing Nezu's paw and shaking it wildly. "It's a deal, then."

[thedarkcircuswritings]

After so long being stuck in that tree, the jester had returned, and just his luck, right in front of Shadow Milk was his beloved daughter... It made him laugh, knowing that she had aided in keeping him sealed away, but look where that got her. Trying to stop his corruption as if that'll do anything! Seems like she knew it too, but as his strings went for her, it was perhaps a little too late... even for apologies...

[wilbursprincess]

~hihi! I js found ur blog and I'm acc so obsessed -/srs~

anywho! may I ask if you can write a fanfic about

the honey moon? (With Wilbur) :3

~also can I be a 🎭 anon?~

You And Wilbur’s Honeymoon

Wilbur Soot x Female Reader

Warnings: None :)

Welcome, 🎭 anon! Great to have you :) and yes, this one is quite overdue lol. Hope you enjoy!

Headcannons below cut!

~He plans your honeymoon on an all-inclusive resort, sitting on a gorgeous white sand island.

~”We’ll never have the chance to go somewhere this fancy again! Let’s really spoil ourselves.”

~Buys you a gorgeous floral sundress to match his floral shirt <3

~Orders room service to be delivered every morning so you two can have breakfast in bed!

~Walking on the beach and collecting shells >>>>>>>

~Sunset cocktails in the hot tub every night!

~Books you couples massages at the spa, as well as a manicure and pedicure for you <3

~Buying matching everything.

~Matching bracelets, matching flip flops, matching Hawaiian shirts, etc.

~Also, if there’s anything you want in any of the shops?

~He’s buying it for you.

~Says it’s ‘for the memories’, when he really just likes to spoil you.

~Getting your photo taken at every single cheesy photo op, buying commemorative frames!

~Just laying on loungers together, so happy to be married <3

[phightingconfessions]

oh also did i never mention that my friend will make puns out of the phighter’s names INCESSANTLY? they do that ever since i made the its biover / its biokay meme into a sticker,,, its so funny

heres the list: are you SUBSPACING OUT? dont HYPERventilate! its NOT biover / its biover… ARE YOU FEELING BIOKAY??? probably more. but i have bad memory lmao

this paired with the yelling ult lines at each other makes our conversations Utterly Deranged

-🎭

i SWEAR everyone in this fandom has some variant of neurodivergency

[holder-culture-is]

Low Empathy Holder Is Your Opinion Sucks. Nope. Don't Care. Your Bullshit Spouting Only Does Me Good. Mm Mm.

-◽️ Of 🎭🎀.

Us whenever any of our teachers talk ever 😔 /hj sometimes people just suck! You aren’t required to listen to everyone 24/7, I know it may sound bad but like! Curate your environment to you! (As long as you aren’t actively causing harm or pain, physical or mental)