#I hit 800 followers just now :D

[nereidprinc3ss]

Ok but I think you hit on something in “in the dead of night” about how Spencer leans into his mammalian instincts. Imagine him angry and tense after a rough day and needing that and then talking you through the motions of it and why it makes him feel better because of the science and chemicals behind it all

i absolutely love this!! thank you for requesting:)

also experimenting with a new short and sweet format for blurbs/request! feedback is always appreciated<3

wc 800

warnings: fem!reader, very suggestive, d/s dynamics

“I don’t—Spencer—”

Something in your mouth keeps you from finishing the sentence. Namely: your boyfriend’s tongue. You gasp into him as he tugs your jacket off, arching your back against the wall he’s pressed you to so that the fabric can hit the ground with a thick thud.

“Spence, please,” you manage, barely, as his hand cups your jaw and his thumb presses under your chin, encouraging you to angle your head up and make room for his lips. It’s not that you don’t want this—you told him he could be rough with you and you meant it—but you’re slightly overwhelmed by this uncharacteristic display of nearing aggressive passion.

“What, baby?” he breathes, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while his hands snake under your shirt. Focused on the feeling of his hand pressed against your waist, you allow your eyes to flutter shut.

“You’re acting… different.”

A pause—his head drops against your shoulder as he reigns himself in.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No—you don’t need to stop, I just… it might make me feel better if I knew what this was about.”

He sucks in a breath.

“You want to hear about my day?”

The way his fingers trail downward over your skin is so gentle it feels almost dangerous.

“… Yeah.” But you don’t at all sound sure of yourself. A hum from him seems to rattle your skull as he drags his lips up your neck and over your jaw, kissing you with a softness that is almost certainly deceptive.

“You know what, angel? I don’t actually really feel like talking about that right now. Does that tell you—” he bites your lip, and it doesn’t really hurt, but you whine anyway, “what kind of day I had?”

No words are forming for you anymore, so you make do with an airy “mhm.”

The first button at the bottom of your shirt is undone before you even realize he was unbuttoning it.

“Have you ever heard of the ventrolateral ventromedial hypothalamus?” Spencer murmurs, undoing the buttons on your shirt with a practiced expertise that is hard to keep up with—especially when he keeps teasing your lips with his like this. It doesn’t even matter if you’ve heard of that or not; all the information you’ve ever retained is gone from the stores of your brain. If it doesn’t have anything to do with Spencer, it feels deeply unimportant. You shake your head no. “The hypothalamus does a lot. It regulates our appetites, our body temperatures, hormones…”

Why is this so sexy.

“It also has a lot to do with how we express our emotions. And that tiny part of the hypothalamus—the one I just mentioned—it’s where we process two really big feelings.” He undoes the last button, gently pushing your open shirt from your shoulders. “Anger.” Hands creep around your hips, blindly unzipping your skirt. “And arousal.”

Oh!

“In a disregulated brain, that can be a dangerous combination. But,” he tugs the straps of your bra down, “if you understand it, you can use it to your advantage.”

Your breath is bated as you do the work of kicking off your shoes, and he unclasps your bra.

“The human brain is fallible in so many ways. At the end of the day, we’re delicate, and vulnerable, and convoluted—but we’re also pretty simple creatures, motivated by a few basic instincts. Anger and sex are intrinsic to who we are as animals. For most of history, they’ve defined us. And they’re so closely related. Do you follow?”

Your response comes as a gasp when you realize you haven’t been breathing for a long moment now.

“Yes.” Does it matter if you understand? You just want him to touch you.

“Good.” His lowered voice gets even quieter as he continues, brushing hair behind your ear carefully. “You know I would never, ever hurt you, right?”

“I know.”

You don’t remember how all your clothes ended up on the kitchen floor, but they’re certainly not on you anymore as he presses flush against your bare skin.

“I will always take care of you and keep you safe. That being said—sometimes the best thing you can do when you’re having a really big feeling is to follow that basic animal instinct. It’s why sprinting can help when you’re having a panic attack. Your body is in fight or flight and it will relax if you follow the instinct to run.”

Spencer’s fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear.

“I’ve been having some of those really big feelings today. Do you know what’s going to make me feel better?”

You whimper. Fabric slips past your hips and falls to the ground as Spencer begins closing the small distance between your mouths—but not before uttering a word that has your heart racing.

“You.”

[divinehedons]

i won't hurt you.

navigation: masterlist

word count: ~1.9k words

summary: you meet joel in the aftermath of a terrible accident. reeling from the aftermath of the event, there is a looming shadow that complicates your relationship with the southern man you just somehow happened to meet 

warnings: explicit (but not graphic) content–MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! relatively dark(?)-ish joel miller, allusions to smut (not heavily detailed), graphic depictions of injury, some scenes include hospitalization (not in graphic detail), dubious consent, joel miller radiates mansplain / manipulate / malewife energy, men are trash in general wbk

note: oh. my. god. it has been far too long and i’m so so very sorry for just now coming back! i’ve hit a terrible writer’s block alongside very bad mental health and i’m just now recovering :’D thank you so so so much for 800 followers, it’s going to take a while for me to respond to everyone but i’ll be going through them! i love you very very dearly, mwah!

note 2.0: pls pls lower your expectations, 🫣 i am trying to get back into the groove of things!

You remember the screech of tires on frozen asphalt. A flash of headlights. Spinning, spinning, spinning. Your body ignited in pain. Then… darkness.

Darkness that seemed to spread before you for an eternity. Untethered and stuck in limbo, perhaps in another universe, you would call it the most peaceful slumber of your life. The misfortune comes when you wake. Lightning strikes shake you awake from the darkness of your subconsciousness. Electricity trembling in your chest as it shoots through your beaten frame. A light peers through your closed eyes. Brighter, and brighter… bigger and bigger. A ringing in your ears that almost deafens you.

The world shifts around you, and you wake paralyzed, staring at the ceiling in the warm sun that falls on your body lying there. Everything hurts. There is a humming in your head that you cannot seem to shake out of.

The solitude lasts for a beat. Then another. That’s when you see him.

A sleepless, roughened man looking at you with his warm eyes. Through the bleary vision of your own gaze, a shaky breath escapes him. His crinkled eyes looking over your features with a swift once over.

“Oh, Christ, you’re awake.”

And that’s how you met Joel.

–

In the week that followed your complicated recovery, Joel tells you he saw the crash. Tells you the asshole who ran you over was nowhere to be seen. He says most of it with his eyes averted. Yet you hold your gaze.

You will not be weakened by the shame of your misery.

It is two days later when you confess to him; your throat still rasping as the pain in your head boils and toils beneath your skull. You look at him when he arrives, paint-stained shirt providing evidence of a messy day of working. “I don’t want to think about what happened to me anymore, Joel.”

Your tongue grabs at words the way young children do with sticky fruit in the summer. As if language has become foreign to you.

Joel, keys in hand, meets your gaze with a furrowed brow. “Sure, sugar. Whatever you need.”

Maybe your eyes were tricking you, but you could’ve sworn you saw his shoulders relax from some kind of tension leaving his body.

–

Joel doesn’t know what he had gotten himself into. What he does know is that for some reason, he couldn’t bear the idea of staying away from you. You tell him fragments of what little you remember, your concussed consciousness blindly clawing at every last bit of beaten brain matter for some kind of answer. 

You sometimes cry from the effort it takes you to think, but he’s there. The first few times, he held your hand. As the hours bled into days, he held you as you wet his shirt with warm tears. Sometimes, when the nightmares reach him in his own bed a few miles out from the hospital, it feels like you’re bleeding into him.

From the moment he saw you, he had been marked. And no matter how many times he scratched at his own skin, he could never wash away the blood on his hands.

–

He’s the one to take you home to your quiet little apartment, having grown dust in your absence. You apologize, he waves you off. He watches you as you peer out of the window, comprehending a view that had once been so mundane, transformed into some shred of a miracle for you to still be there, witnessing it all. He’s behind you, ten feet away, tilting his head as your hair catches what little sunlight blessed you the day you left the hospital.

He says your name, and you look back at him with a curious smile. “My God,” he followed. “You look just like starlight.” He steps forward, and that’s when you know everything had fallen into place. Without another moment lapsing, he takes your face into his hands, pulling you into a searing kiss.

You apologize so many times. For the hospital smell on your skin. For your trembling knees. For the dizzying sensation of human contact without the involvement of medical processes. For feeling so unclean.

Meanwhile, he apologizes, too. For kissing you. For pulling you to him. For holding you. For carrying you to the forlorn couch grown cold from the absence of human warmth. So many times that there are times that you don’t know what is there to apologize for. You shake your head each and every time.

The tears roll down your cheek just as he pulls away and his eyes immediately soften. You shake your head, pulling him into another kiss as you whine.

There are many things you want to tell him. But you don’t dare tell him this: Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you have been ruined.

“Tell me to stop, honey, and I will,” he murmurs, holding your cheek as you pause between touches. You shake your head immediately. You want many things. You are hungry and untamed. But you do not want him to stop.

You tell him as much. “Joel, don’t you dare stop.”

And he doesn’t. Not when you’re naked and he sees your bruised skin, purple and yellowed in places. He looks to you just as your body tenses. His demeanor softens, kissing along your jaw and your neck with a shaky breath.

“I won’t hurt ya, darlin’.”

He keeps to that promise. Even when your legs are around his waist and he’s caught in your warmth. He says it again and again as you whine into the cool, quiet solitude of your home.

I won’t hurt you, I won’t hurt you.

–

Falling in love with Joel was both so complicated and so simple at once. Whenever you wake beside him, you wake up writhing from the pain of your injuries; sometimes crying from the nightmares that followed every waking moment. You felt marred by shame for putting so much of your perceived burden on his shoulders. He never departs from your side, his strong arms placating you while his lips press against your temple.

It’s all so simple, the way he cares about you. And whether or not you admitted it, you like the feeling of being cared for. Of having someone that cares.

Regardless, you cannot escape the fact that someone did this to you. And whenever the pain shocks your body, everything but rabid rage escapes your body. You curse the stranger, whoever they may be, for that cursed night.

Joel sees glimpses of this. He saw it most that one afternoon when the hospital called, saying you had been taken care of. By who, they didn’t say. Only that the stranger apologized for what happened.

You were on the floor, hands trembling in the fists you held them in. The hospital bill crumpled a few inches away. You do not see him. What you see is all red.

A wail escapes your trembling mouth just as your hands claw at anything they can touch. It is an uncontrollable surge of blinding, mouth-foaming, unbridled rage. He’s there, trying to hold you down before you hurt yourself. Each wail pierces another hole into his aching heart. Each struggle followed by his gentle shushing, trying to assuage you in the crest of your emotion.

“Whoever it was,” you told him then as you sobbed. “They ruined my life.”

“Darlin, darlin’...” He breathes in, cupping your face. “Maybe he’s around and he regrets-”

“No!” You claw at him, just as he holds you tighter against his chest. “If he could find me, then he could say it to my face. He wouldn’t be some coward who left me alone like this after he ruined my life!”

It destroys him. And you can see it in his face. All he can do is hold you as you cry against his chest. All he can do is shut his eyes, letting the waves of grief crest over and over your frame. Letting your sobs tear him open and burn him out.

He tells you nothing lasts forever. That he’ll be there for as close to forever as possible. You shake your head because you know better. He says nothing lasts forever. He doesn’t know he’s just afraid your pain can last longer than he is capable of loving you.

–

Perhaps, to the end of his days, Joel will regret that drunken night. He’ll regret following his bleary gaze through the quiet, sleet-slick roads. He’ll regret the fact that he couldn’t have stopped his truck sooner.

When he steps out into the cold just as he smells the acrid scent of burning tires, he sees your bloodied face in your car. So small. So undeserving. He muttered a string of cusses. The sudden shock of adrenaline washing away the last of his drunkenness. He looks back at his truck, horrifically beaten, his gaze doubling from his last bout of drunkenness.

He bargains that night. Calls up someone high up amongst the police rank to bail him out. He negotiated for ten minutes. Then he hides the truck somewhere off the side of the road for him to come back to and dispose of. And then, only then, did he call for help.

Only then did he reach you in the driver’s seat, blood now caked to your skin as he lay you out amongst the concrete.

You make some sound, and he cusses to himself.

His rough palms cup your cheek, trying to get you to look at him then. But you were too far gone.

He spoke, anyway. Just in case you’ll hear it.

“It’s alright, doll. I won’t hurt you.”

Even now, weeks after he stole your life from you, he holds you and tells you the same thing anyway. The same set of words that manage to calm you down.

He does love you. And it breaks him every day to know he was the one to endanger you.

I won’t hurt you, I won’t hurt you.

[swampstew]

1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 3 of 3 ~ X reader with Franky, Brook, Zoro, and X2 Law for @lil-skelly-bones @starblazer124 @sunshinegat0r @strawheart-pirate @writing-yarn-goblin Part 1 | Part 2

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Franky: What's cookin' good lookin'? My crew is going to be making port in a few days and I wanted to know if you want to hang out. I mean, only if you enjoy going to shows and concerts and stuff. You know me, I always bring the party. Stop playing, you know you love hanging out with me. Heh is that so? Alright, I can do that. I look forward to seeing you. We're gonna have a SUPER Great Time!

Maybe the best thing I've ever done was wait. I made an art form out of endurance. You were worth every single moment - Tyler Knott Gregson

Brook: Yo-ho-ho! Hello my dear, I deeply apologize for the lag in communications recently. The lines were dead, just like me! :D Thankfully, we'll be reaching land in a days time and I was hoping you'd have some freedom in your schedule to pencil me in! You do? Wonderful! I'll be there posthaste. I've brought you some more trinkets and oddities I think you'll enjoy, and as always, I'm the oddest! YOHOHOHO

A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you ― Elbert Hubbard

Zoro: Hey, how have you been? Good, listen um I'll be in your area and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I know you like going to the botanical gardens and I know there are some you've been wanting to go to, I can take you if--oh? Yeah no sure, that sounds good. Alright, I'll see you in two days. Yeah yeah I missed you too...

You weren't surprised when you got a follow up call to pick Zoro up. Allegedly, there had been an issue with his transportation and when you pulled up to the scene, you were very confused about the minivan full of yarn and wool that Zoro was resting on.

"Hey! This was my ride until it broke down. I replaced the tires but I don't know shit about engines so we called roadside assistance. As thanks for the tire replacement, these ladies will give you as many spools of fiber you want. Go nuts."

With an excited squeal, you picked a conservative number of spools before throwing your arms around the Marimo who blushed profusely. He helped carry them to your car and the two of you began your trek to the botanical gardens.

The first stop - and to Zoro's horror - an outdoor garden with a hedge maze.

After getting lost and hitting your sixth dead end, he let out a frustrated sigh, " You're supposed to be the one with directional skills."

"I wanted to see how bad with directions you really are," you teased him back.

"Heh, well now you know I'm unreliable," he gave you a sheepish smile. "Speaking of, I know you said you had some accrued vacation time. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us on our next voyage. We ship out next week. I could use really use the help to not get lost...if that's something you're into..."

You didn't waste a second, "Yes! I mean, if you really want me to come with."

Zoro gave you a surprised look, "TCH of course I want that, why do you think I asked? It sucks being away from my---," he looked at you with wide eyes, "My...my..." he trailed off.

"Your what?" you asked with big does eyes.

"From...us...you..." he finally drawled out. The seconds dragged before Zoro put on a brave face and tentatively kissed you for the first time. "So if you want to like...be with me or whatever...you should travel with me."

Law: Hey honey, I hope you've been well. Listen, I'll be coming ashore sooner than expected so don't make any plans alright? I want to take you out and spend all my shore time with you before the next trip. I'm looking forward to cuddling in bed and trying out those new restaurants you told me about. I also picked up an indie game from the last island I visited, I know you're going to love it. I'll see you soon!

There is something about falling in love with a beautiful mind that makes me crave their skin. As if gripping onto the back of his shoulders whilst my body is pressed beneath his is all I've left to save me from drowning - Cindy Cherie

Law: Buenas tardes, amorsita. Did you eat lunch already? Good, good. No, I'm not doctoring you - I'm just making sure my girl is doing well. Can't help it. Heh - you're always spicy, mami. I'll be visiting in a few days, can I take you out? Really, I can stay with you? You're so sweet. Ok, can't wait to spoil you when I see you. Vegan donuts? Say less, I'm there! See you soon.

"Here, I know it's not that cold out, but you'll need it for later," Law smirked at you as he handed you an oversized bag. Opening it, you found a magenta colored fur coat - not all the different from his own blue coat.

"Oh? What's going on later?"

"Nope, you're not allowed to ask questions. Go pack a bag and I'll set up lunch. I also got you this cute headset for when we game together," he said with a shy smirk.

You knew Law was a romantic, deep down, and it was so cute seeing himself open up like that to you, so early in your new relationship too.

"Let's just say, I'm going to sweep you off your feet tonight, and every night we spend together."

[whirlwindimagines]

HELLO WHIRLL!!

May I request a Wolfwood X Gn reader, for the reader doesn’t show emotion, but when their childhood friend Nicolas is hurt that’s when they let their emotions out ?

Like say Nicolas wasn’t thinking and jumped right into danger in the heat of the moment and it pissed reader off cause he almost died💥💥

And could this be friends to lovers as well?

Thank you so much, i hope you’re having a good day/night stay hydrated! <3 and please take your time there’s no rush :))

Hello! <3 Thank you for the request! <3 Also I’m so sorry these are always so long, I am incapable of writing anything less than 800 words it seems. Okay Im always going to be a Vash girly, he has my heart. But lowkey writing all this Wolfwood stuff is kinda turning me into a Wolfwood girly as well.

'Bad ideas, and big guns'

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Reader

This was a bad idea, you knew Wolfwood could feel your glare on the back of his head. This was a bad idea ever since he got sideswiped by that reporter's car. You always followed without complaint, you knew he had his missions and you didn't ask what they intended. You didn't ask a lot of questions these days, just secretly happy to be at Nicholas's side again. Both growing up in that orphanage, you left first. It was by happenstance that you got away and never looked back. 

Running into Wolfwood again was quite the shock, maybe it was the guilt of abandoning him to his fate that kept you at his side. He didn't seem to mind, he tried to keep you out of it all. But you could fight, and you could kill, it made you use when needed. However, your opinion apparently didn't matter to Wolfwood, you thought it was dangerous to get too caught up in it all. It was getting too personal with Vash and his ragtag group; you knew it and Wolfwood knew it too.

Expect the stubborn ass wasn't listening, and was ignoring you now. It didn't matter, he wouldn't be able to tell what you were thinking anyway. You always had your emotions locked down, it made surviving easier when you could turn it all off. With a sigh you turned your gaze away, this town was like every other one you’d come across. Wolfwood and Vash were at the bar, Roberto was out having a smoke and you were sitting with Meryl at a table in the corner. 

You don't know how it starts, but it always happens too quickly. Guns are drawn on Vash, he doesn’t want to fight and it causes an uproar. You lose sight of Vash and Wolfwood as you drag Meryl out of the bar for some cover, you curse shoving Meryl out of the way as bullets rain down on the two of you. 

Moving behind some crates you bring out your own weapon, these small fries would be easy to handle. No, the real problem was the guy with the tank rolling in, you sigh leaning your head back. One normal day would be nice, just one. You hope Meryl is in a safer spot when you lean out of cover to start shooting. 

You don't get to hide for long when the tank is turned toward you. Your eyes widen as you scramble to your feet to get away. The sound is deafening, you drop to the ground. Nearly avoiding the hit, someone grabs you by the back of your shirt and hauls you to your feet. You bring your gun around to backhand them only for it to be blocked by Wolfwoods large weapon, you frown he smirks. “That’s the thanks I get for saving ya?”

“We’re not out of this yet.” You hiss, at him as he drags you behind a building. “Stay here, one blast from the punisher and it’ll bring it down.” Wolfwood doesn’t look at you as he says this, you yank on his arm to get him to turn. “That’s a stupid idea, you might not be able to a charged shot. Don't jump in without a real plan!” Wolfwood shoves you back hard, and you stumbled catching yourself on the building. “Worry about yourself.” 

You watch him take off weapon in hand, spinning it to engage its laser mode. You hate when you are right, it takes a moment too long to charge the tank fires first, Wolfwood second. The shots meet in a giant explosion. You're forced to move back behind the building, covering your eyes from all the dust and debris falling. 

The town goes silent, you leave your hiding spot. Heart-racing Wolfwood had to be directly in the blast, “Wolfwood” you called out, trying to keep your voice calm, you noticed a building in the back now has a large hole in it. Racing over you search through the debris, “Nicholas!” your voice definitely rose an octave higher as you dropped to your knees beside him, shoving wood off of him. 

He was knocked out and bleeding badly, your hands searched through its pockets finding one of the vials he carried around. Snapping the end off, you forced the liquid down his throat. Sitting back on your heels with a sigh as his wounds began to heal. You place your hand on his cheek, “Wolfwood? Can you hear me?” You ask it softly, his eyes open to your smiling face. 

“See one shot is all it took.” Your smile turns to a frown when you grab him sharply by the shoulders and begin to shake him. “You asshole! Would you just listen to me once!” you snapped out, your voice shaking with slight fear. “God I just want to hit you! Don't you ever think?” Wolfwood looks at you in shock, grabbing both of your wrists to stop your assault. “Worried about me?” he says it with that stupid smirk of his, now you really want to hit him. 

You shove him back hard, and he yelps, “I’m always worried about your dumbass!” You stand, turning to leave you don't get very far when Wolfwood grabs you by the ankle causing you to fall. You catch yourself on your hands, kicking him forcing him to let go and he yells out a ‘hey!’ 

You huff turning over to sit and look at him, “And just what was that for?” he's giving you an odd look one that unfortunately makes your heart race, Wolfwood sits up, leaning his arms over his bent knees he smirks as you. “I like this side of you, the fight.” You groan, face heating up at his words. 

“You bring out the worse in me.” You say it with a light laugh.

“I think you bring the best out in me.” He says it too seriously. 

You pause at his words, he’s staring at you openly now “Careful now, sounds like you care about me.” You say it lightly, allowing him to pull back if he needs to, you smile as he looks away nervous. Wolfwood always put on such a show for other people, but to you, he’d always be that awkward kid back in the orphanage who tried to get you to laugh. God how the two of you had grown. 

“And if I do?” He turns back to you, grinning now. Ah, so it looks like he's not going to pull back, good. You sit up on your knees in front of him, leaning in. “I would say the feelings are mutual.” You smirk grabbing him by the collar of his shirt roughly and pulling him towards you. “You ever pull that shit again I'm killing you myself got it?” 

“Got it.” He grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. You roll your eyes, leaning into the kiss, at least you got to wipe that smirk off his face.

[a-silly-worm1]

I managed to hit 800 followers on tt recently so to celebrate the mile stone I’m gonna do a little q&n thingy for my designs!!

This is also the first time im showing off how I draw the cast on this site lmao

Feel free to ask them anything!!

(Omg just now realizing I forgot tk’s pocket watch so pretend he has one)

Goobers all together :3

Curator is also up for asks!! I don’t have a set design for her yet aside from her hair.

Feel free to ask any headcanon/lore related questions :D also if a question is important lore related or if I think it’s funny I’ll probably draw the character(s) answering the question the best I can!

My only rules that I have for this is to ask sfw questions (suggestive is ok) Also try to ask before march 1st because I’m gonna stop replying with drawings after that! I will continue to reply with text after the date tho!

Alright my asks should be working so have fun! :D

[watatsumiis]

Watatsumii's 800 follower/Valentine's event - Letters on the Wind

"In Mondstadt, they say that the Anemo Archon is able to pass on well wishes from one person to another across long distances - now, we may not have Barbatos to help, but legend tells of a magic mailbox that's appeared with the ability to carry letters to whomever they've been addressed to!"

To celebrate both this blog hitting 800 followers and the upcoming Valentine's day, I'm hosting a letter-writing event!

The premise is relatively simple, all you have to do is write a 'letter' to a character and drop it in my inbox, and I'll write one back in character as them to the best of my ability!

Things that must be included in your 'letter'

The name of the character you would like to write back to you

The relationship you have with said character (eg. friend, family, lover, spouse, mortal enemy, etc.)

A line or two of content, as if you're actually initiating a conversation with them. (can be about whatever you like, just keep it pg-13 and free of extremely heavy topics, please!)

An alias for them to address you by (can be an emoji, nickname, letter, anything along those lines!)

I'll attach an example in the reblogs!

Please only submit one letter - of course, I'm unable to verify if you're on anon, so I'm placing a fair bit of trust here, please be kind! <3

I'm so glad to be able to share this milestone with everyone who follows me - I hope everybody has a brilliant week and that I'm able to live up to my end of the deal in this event and make everyone happy!! :D

[the-firebird69]

We're working on stuff and infiltrating and we're checking and not going after them that much and our friend here says it's not really the greatest but it didn't set off the alarms I got rid of trash and now it's time to start working and fighting at them occasionally but really this trashy business they are wrong in what they're doing

-Tommy F mentions it all the time I can take over everything if it wasn't for him and he's the one with a big mouth and his clans his clones found out and they're stopping him and they're hurting him and they should he's a liar and he's a fruitcake and he wants to use the AI on them so now he's got a problem he's lost the AI to them and they're trying to build engineering computers and they're more realistic about it and he's losing support and he's using AI computers and it's kind of b******* so going after them for having us say it

It was a lot of stuff happening here in Charlotte county it's going on now it's an ugly place and an ugly time there's a couple breakthroughs that just happened and I'm going to list off what's going on

-my son and daughter pointed out the necromancer ship is in Sandy pond and that's where Friday the 13th is filmed there's a whole bunch of them around there they said and that's the ones that appear in the movie Chronicles of Riddick and the subsequent following movies and it is the ones that go to Australia and discover the matrix and he's captured from it and doesn't think so but that's what happens in at least bja there and they open them up and they find them all over the world and they go after information and it's about ships and they need it cuz they don't have any ships and they look ridiculous f****** homos can't remember they need ships above them

-and Stan is in trouble and basically because of himself and he's an a****** to us he's paying for it and he says all sorts of stuff like these babies and he gets hit just like these babies it's an adult world you don't live in it he is getting attacked brutally there are five bases that are attacked in the eastern hemisphere today that are large and four mediums and about 35 small ones all of them are damaged about 60 to 80% and they're trying to take ships while they try to bring supplies and it is a war and they are at them they're at the basis and they have people there and they're taking ships so far they have around 50 million chips out of 800 million so they've got an addiction now here in the west Eastern western hemisphere that is we have them attacking 10 large bases and that's how many bases are here and they're attacking 300 small bases well really okay they're starting with two large bases and 100 small ones and they're going after stuff and it's all their stuff

-The necromancer ships are found no the several are Jason and his went up there and started looking around and he found a whole bunch and they're tabulated them and locating them and trying to figure out how to get to them and trying to find out where the keys would be and I'll son and daughter say probably Kat von d and they said oh but Tony f is the one who kidnapped them if the museum happened so they're going after Tommy f and you already have his people and they're getting information and it's right at their fingertips and they probably will get it there's a few other things happening

-tell me if it's getting very beat up people figured out that he took all the Intel he had all the higher ups in the museum and they're going after him and they found out that Mac might have been in there but they don't think so so there's a confusion about when these people are in there still and it's not been in there either Star wars hasn't happened but it's beginning and it's starting now because Stan has got to attack them so they stop attacking him and he's going to attack bases that are nearby and the Philippines is one of the bases you see in Star wars getting hit by the death Star and it's bja who he has attack it and he hasn't think that he took over the death Star and slowly gets rid of his people and it's so small contingent and has them hit it and they all die and that's the battle of scarif it's actually Trump's people detonating then he kicks him out and BGA becomes a rebel and a sort of and the fight begins but that's coming up shortly tomorrow tonight is the Western hemisphere two bases are under salt massive assaults by the way these these guys bring massive numbers of people and Stan hates them and a lot of people hate him and he might try and hit him with a big stuff but they threatened to hit it so what's going on and it is going on right now

-several other things are occurring one of them is our son pointed out the Argo and where it is they're all astonished they thought they had to go to Iran then it says I think that's it right there and there are some names on the island and things that are near there that indicate it's true and they are going to the code and it's coming out pretty strong it's from the clans and they hated it makes them sad and he says good we should grease his head Saudi back just don't cause greasers so you get all greasy and he's smiling and it says it's kind of true it don't cause that it's inside my head I'm calling you that every time? You got to spend all the stuff that goes in there and Tommy f is having to put in there you don't really have to but I guess he gets mad and mean and does a storm but doesn't anyways so he starts picking up the hammer and start hitting them and everyone's going after them and they're going after them blow and boy does he suck but this ship is exciting everybody and Ken too he says I'll have a job he said you're finally have a job finally he knows how to work the weapon he knows how to make it work knows how to do it without breaking it and he knows how to fight and instead of whatever the hell you guys are doing. So don't laughing cuz he's saying this stuff all the time it makes sense. Tons of people hate what's happening and stuck here as a popper doing nothing and they're mad at them and they are going to town but there's more too

-Friday the 13th resumes Friday and it is Friday tomorrow but is going on tonight and there's a huge series Halloween has I think 10 movies but Friday the 13th has around 20 even goes to space and when he gets ejected from Moonraker he goes into Friday the 13th again and Jason says you're a nightmare and I said so are you and you wear diapers this is f*** you about that said no f*** you have a story of them have a supply put them in storage I don't want to be seen buying them with you and that's getting mad I don't know where are you going kind of fly you need to poop. He tries and he can aim a little he's real surprised so how's I'm doing that I don't know it looks okay no how's it work it says you're working with someone so you get them somewhere

-huge huge numbers of people are interested there's a giant giant following of Star blazers and it's coming up very quickly and it is humongous there is got to be a way of telling people I mean out of every city there's a crowd of like 10 billion people and a city in topside has only about 1 or 200 billion people there's not that many top side and there's 10 billion people running around and down below it's like half of them are insane about it so BJ's going to have a problem but really most of the clones are those guys and they're in the city outskirts and the evacuate and they go down there and they all want to go there on ships and turn them into Star blazers it's an insane thing they're going to have a huge fleet and it works and it works this way. He recognizes Jason for doing the work and for hanging in there and it says he has yet to do the job of the Argonauts and to lead them and what is a sacred quest for his people to find out who's stolen the Golden fleece which is white gold and I think it's time to f and he does too but it's something that they've been trying to do I've been getting hurt by him for a long time

-there's a whole bunch of people who are amazed at what's happening and it is a giant giant occasion and it's happening all all around the world it's a huge huge huge thing with morlock and they are celebrating and drinking rum and also of seafaring drinks that mostly rum and we have a version of it and we made a ton of it and we're piping it in. Giant quantities and they're putting our label on it and it's going to plastic bottles.

-it's a huge day folks huge and we need to help our son just to wash his hands again

Thor Freya

There's more stuff you put out there it's working

Hera

Olympus there's a lot of stuff you put out there that's working the Celtics game has happened everyone's looking for those things the emeralds they're looking for the ships and The necromancer ships they're looking for The matrix the grabbing clones and we need it and they're looking at the thunderstorm finding out with him they're going after him and his people it's really sounded the alarm and it's going to be massive now it also starting up just Star Trek stuff they need the Intel and those ships are going to go get it and there's much much more they're wondering what he's up there doing with the blue sapphire saying there's something under the ground so he wants to go after it they want to go after him to see what it is they want to see if these big ships were launched and some people see them and Trump has finally looked into it and find out they're there and so he's going to have to go up there there's a lot of stuff happening and we're getting to it now

The evacuation just jumped they're up there at the ships it's very cold and they have suits on it's not that cold yet and they said it's going to get colder we need to get him now there's a huge Army up there huge he sent three trillion people intentionally more going and they're going to bring them all out they're all after the ships and the music is playing everywhere the uniforms are on it's going it's going absolutely insane and it's not cold yet but the five ships just went up there they've been there since 11:00 p.m. they take three or four hours to load 3:00 a.m. or so we'll turn around the temperatures will drop again this time we think it's going to start getting cold and people evacuate and it's going to be a problem and they think they can get the ships out during chaos and this is a problem but Trump is the one who ends up with them and he is the one who goes to Australia and Jason is there pissed off and Garth and they lose and the matrix is found finally I'm just a lot more going on and we will detail at the moment

[italoniponic]

Congrats on 100 followers! You deserve that and much more!!!

For the followers event, could I request imagines for Azul and the Leech Twins, with an MC that was a swimmer in their home world? Like, obviously they can't outswim the Octatrio, no. But they can keep up with them relatively well in water, loves swimming, can hold their breath for a long time, etc. (Totally me not projecting from my 15 years of swimteam- nope, not me).

Congratulations again!

- Swimmy anon

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, Swimmy Anon!

No need to worry, we’re here to project the best we can. Also, interesting enough! There’s another octatrio request and it kinda deals with a similar theme but it leans more into the marine biology part. I just wanted to point this out bc these two requests are lovely and I have 0 knowledge of swimming and marine life :D so… I hope it turns out good, somehow. 

I also made up some things to justify the water in Octavinelle but each boy has a different way to make the reader swim, just to be more fun to read. And it’s ordered Floyd to Azul just to change a bit~

Thanks for the request <3 |

Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x g!n reader that is a swimmer / scenarios / fluff / sort of friends to crush / around 800 to 900 words each / use of “you” pronouns

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Part of Your World

It all started when Floyd noticed that you went to Octavinelle a lot, more to spend the afternoon watching the fish that swam around the magical and enchanted sea than to do some business with Azul or buy a drink in Mostro Lounge. It was strange, curious to say the least. Then, one afternoon, Floyd did what Floyd always does: squeeze you until you explain what the mussel you're always doing over there.

Having calmed him down a little, you told about your good memories as a swimmer in your world. Your fifteen amazing years as a member of a swim team and your love for swimming. If you weren't a human, you'd practically be a fish. 

“It's my spirit animal, you know?,” you joked and made Floyd laugh.

It turns out that Octavinelle's atmosphere made those memories intensify and you were curious if there was any way you could relive the feeling of swimming again. You had been enchanted by what you saw in the Coral Sea but it wasn't as if you could go down to dump yourself on the beach or in the ocean all the time.

Floyd noticed how you stared at the horizon with such a lost look, watching all those fish and bubbles around you two as if it were something unattainable. And he also thought so for a few minutes, distracted by your eyes, when he then hitted his own thigh.

“Stupid!,” he exclaimed, more to himself than to you. Although you got scared the same way. “You can swim around here, Koebi-chan!”

“H-how...?,” you asked, confused.

You would always see the Octavinelle's students going up and down the stones and walking above sand with no sign of fluctuation. Was there a way around this?

“Follow me!,” Floyd asked, tugging at your arm. Not that you had much choice.

You got out of the tubes that led to Mostro Lounge and climbed the corals of the region above, where the sea waves were stronger and there were bigger and greener algae standing tall. Floyd ripped off some of the seaweed and splitted it between you. 

Once, when he was a freshman, some senior commented on how Octavinelle's algae had magical properties and they made whoever ate them able to swim in the dorm's enchanted ocean for a limited time. 

Floyd didn't do it all the time because he thought walking was a very interesting experience, but for you — and because he had nothing more fun to do — it was worth trying the senior’s tip. You ate some of the seaweed and although it didn't taste the best, you started to feel lighter. 

“Koebi-chan, focus now,” Floyd whispered in your ear. “Swimming is a matter of calm and chillness. Remember, for us, water is like air. We are one with water, you see?”

He had that silly smile on his face, showing up his sharp teeth that made it a little difficult for you to relax but you just closed your eyes and let yourself plunge into the water while being led by Floyd. When you were far enough from any sort of earthen feeling, you opened your eyes and started swimming freely.

It was a different feeling from the pools in your world but, at the same time, it was still somehow familiar. The waters moved, creating small, light shadows everywhere. Your feet were free of gravity and Floyd began swimming around you, taunting you to have a run.

“Do you swim as well as your shrimp mouth says?,” he asked, laughing.

“Come here, you eel!,” you answered, laughing back.

Swimming around the full length of Octavinelle with Floyd by your side was a magical feeling. You swirled and twirled, your laughter being that great sea’s music. The fish didn't even dare interrupt your path, which made you chase them in an attempt to grab one and touch its scales.

You two bet on a race from one end to the other, swimming with all your strength. But the end result was Floyd swimming up to you, holding you in a tight embrace to stop you. You had no reaction but to laugh. 

The environment around you was so beautiful and light. Fun. As you always remembered water to be. And with the boy you loved so much, you felt completely part of that world. As Floyd eventually released you, you turned around and held his face in your hands, the weightlessness of the water pulling your body up.

“Thank you, Floyd,” you thanked him and kissed his forehead. Two eyes of different colors stared at you, delighted and joyful. 

Floyd propelled himself upward on his own, his body naturally accustomed to it.

“No need to thank, Koebi-chan. Just having you can laugh with me… it’s good enough,” he had that big smile again. 

So you floated above the dorm as if you were like real merfolk. For a moment, just one precious moment.

“Well, you must really like fish, huh?”

Jade’s voice scared you for a moment. You took your hands off the glass tube that encapsulated the dorm hallways, turning your back to the various species of corals exposed there. No wonder you noticed some of the fishes suddenly disappearing from view. Jade stared at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“I'm jealous of them, actually,” you confessed. He chuckled in response.

“Envy of fishes? But why?”

“Because they're swimming outside.”

And with a deep sigh, you turned away from Jade and made your way through the hallway. Jade kept following you anyway, willing to hear this story more clearly. He had noticed for a while how much you visited Octavinelle but you were doing nothing but watching the marine life and the ocean that surrounded them.

Sometimes you stayed more outside, among the stones and shells watching the movement of the waters. The dorm was under the sea but the enchanted waters seemed more like oxygen than the air itself. The creatures floated among the students like birds practically. Everything was so beautiful and reminded you of your years as a swimmer.

The feeling of diving into a pool or the sea was hard to forget. You thought of yourself as a good and competent swimmer. But, truth be told, swimming is more about the special relationship between the swimmer and the water itself. 

Without thinking too much, you told all this to Jade. He didn't have to use his magic on you to hear this outburst and your declared admiration for the aquatic world. You impressed him a lot, actually. You said everything sincerely, these good feelings coming directly from the heart and only he — being a merman — could understand it well.

“Allow me to fulfill your wish then, my dear,” Jade smiled.

You didn't realize that Jade had led you out of the main building. You got so distracted telling about your memories as a swimmer that you just let your step flow through the halls. Octavinelle's horizon was calm and peaceful, a group of hakes swimming high above you.

“Most people don’t know but the enchanted waters here also allow you to swim through them. If you focus enough on that,” he frowned a little while grinning as he said the last sentence, curious if you would be able to do everything right but at the same time confident. “Floyd ended up discovering this unintentionally when he was bored. Apparently, people born merfolk have an easier time doing this.”

“Oh, Jade, please teach me!,” you asked.

“Um… when you beg like that…”

Jade laughed softly. He asked you to close your eyes and clear your whole mind, to feel the peace and harmony of the water surrounding you. It took a while for you to stay calm enough for that but then there was no thought in your head. Your mind became a white canvas, a clean beach.

Careful enough not to wake you up, Jade pushed you forward. Under normal circumstances, even there, you would have fallen to the ground but, “with your head under water”, the opposite effect happened. It was only when you finally opened your eyes that you realized you were floating in the air. Or water. 

Whatever, it was a strange environment and a very confusing feeling at first.

You glimpsed the ground that began to distance itself away from your feet. And you felt the full sensation of waves and bubbles in the water that you didn't normally notice. Suddenly, Jade was on your side again, floating and flapping his legs as if it were something natural. And maybe it was in a very relative way.

“Wow, that's so awesome! This must be how mermaids feel…,” you commented.

“I say for myself but, the feeling of real water is much better than this,” Jade explained, bypassing you. “But if it makes you happy at this moment, I'm happy too.”

He smiled. You knew it was a real smile because his teeth no longer looked so menacing. 

Jade offered a hand to you and together you swam around Octavinelle, touching parts of the building made of stone and coral, hanging from the long seaweed and respectfully waving the dorm flag like two loyal soldiers. Even when Jade swam to a corner, you could get there just as fast.

  He enjoyed watching you swim. It brought back a lot of memories from home and helped him discover various things about you. Swimming together was a very special experience. It was about the way you were little by little synchronizing your movements and how the lightness of the environment made any touch and gesture specially elegant and intimate.

You were grateful Jade taught you this secret.

“Will you come here to swim more?,” he asked gently.

“I think your newest problem is going to be trying to get me out of here,” you replied with a laugh.

“Like I want to do this,” Jade thought to himself, grinning.

“So... you want to swim?,” Azul inquired as he turned around in the swivel leather chair, making a small summary of why you were there.

You sighed. Maybe involving Azul and a contract wouldn't be a good idea after all. You two exchanged a glance and you noticed how Azul’s eyes were crystal clear as pool water. The kind of water you always dived into to swim and have fun. These were good years practicing this sport, you even learned how to stay underwater and hold your breath for a long time.

All you wanted was to be able to relive those moments again. But Night Raven College didn't have a pool, let alone a swim club. The closest you had was Octavinelle's sub-maritime dorm, immersed in an enchanted ocean where fishes and students came and went peacefully

Was it too late to apply for a transfer to live there? At least to pretend to be surrounded by water? But you could never decide whether it was worse to deal with Azul or Crowley. At least one of them would help you get your wish — even if there were side effects.

Lucky for you, Azul wasn't thinking of asking for anything too absurd in return this time. Strange, isn't it? He had noticed how often you visited the dorm without actually interacting with anyone. You sat somewhere and watched the magical movement of the waters, the bubbles of various sizes and the fish of various species that swam around. 

There was more to Octavinelle, either at the bottom part or more on the surface. The person who designed the dormitory must have been a merfolk or a great lover of the ocean because they had almost everything there. Azul shared some of your feelings, the sea was really something special. 

Natural, fickle. His old home. He knew that Octavinelle was similar to the Coral Sea. Not that he wanted to go back there, unlike you who would probably love to swim in his homeland. Just because he understood you, didn't mean he agreed on everything.

But what is a service provider who complains about the eccentricity of his employer? If he had the chance to make a contract with you — and using the payment he had in mind — he would act accordingly.

“I will prepare a special potion so that you can swim in these waters. The payment for this will be quite small and simple, don’t worry. It's a Deal,” that said, Azul made a golden contract appear on the air. “You just need to sign here…”

He stretched out the magic feather and you sighed again, resigned to your fate. After seeing you signing your name, Azul stood up and promised to work on your case as soon as possible. You were impressed by his enthusiasm.

A day passed and when you returned to the dorm again, Azul had a special bottle waiting for you. It had a strange octopus shape surrounding a large “stone” where the potion was located. He explained the effects and assured that there was no problem, he would take a sip too.

“You want to come with me?,” you asked without much thought.

“N-no, it’s not that,” Azul stuttered, a little nervous. He didn't want to admit that he wanted to swim with you.

You picked up the bottle and took a big sip, then returned it to Azul. As he described what would happen, you felt your stomach sink, get heavy and then, strangely light. You seemed to get seasick, and then the malaise just passed. 

Azul didn’t have such an extreme reaction as you — because he had experienced it before and the first shock had passed. You were about to comment on something when you felt your body start to float up on its own. 

“Tap your legs to take control,” Azul advised.

Doing that helped a lot. You went back and forth, gracefully flapping arms and legs as if you were in swimming class again. It was still a strange feeling because the water around you didn't look like any kind of normal water. At the same time, it was familiar enough for your brain to try to accept that you weren’t on land. At all.

You laughed and saw bubbles coming out of your mouth. Azul burst out one, wiggling his legs in a funny way — similar to the way octopuses and squids swim. He reached out to the world around you, the sea that you were free to explore and swim as much as you wanted.

“Oh, you didn't tell me what I had to pay in return,” you asked, using your arms to swim closer to Azul. You were going up, getting a more distant view of the beautiful Octavinelle and its huge towers and seaweed.

“Your payment is to have dinner with me every time you come to swim,” Azul answered. He adjusted his glasses to better observe your reaction.

“All right!,” you smiled. That actually would be good. “But, huh, I bet you talk better than you swim.”

It was a dirty provocation, you knew. Azul stopped in front of you, really annoyed. 

“If I were you, I would swim fast right now. Octopuses are cowardly but terrible when provoked. Capisce?”

He gave such a serious look that you actually swam out of there, running away — but laughing when Azul started to pull your ankle. So this is how merfolk played catch in the sea? Interesting to know. 

[isadora-larkspur]

hey! for the event could i request t+ranboo ? i hope your doing well :)

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐯𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 | cc!ranboo x gn!reader

fluff !

❥ summary : ranboo wins a teddy bear for y/n at the amusement park

❥ a/n : helu! thanks for requesting :) i hope you enjoy this fic :D also thoughts on calling Ranboo just 'boo' in this fic idk

❥ warnings : so much freaking fluff! im dying fr

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“I bet you couldn’t beat me in this,” I challenged the tall boy before me. I smirked as I held up the ball in my hand, pulling my arm back as my eyes scanned the glass bottles a few meters away from me, on a wooden table. I was in an amusement park with Ranboo, deciding that we would try to win as many stuff as we could. Right now we were standing in front of a booth where we had 3 tries to knock an entire tower of glass bottles.

I heard Ranboo scoff, but I ignored him as I threw the ball, huffing out a breath as I watched it miss. I heard Ranboo laughing from behind me, and I grumbled a ‘shut up’ at him. I picked up the second ball, throwing at it again, and I sucked in a breath watching as it hit one of the glass bottles, swaying them, but never knocking them down.

I groaned. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, and I looked up to see Ranboo. I leaned back into his chest, closing my eyes for a second, realizing I was tired. The sun had set, and we should already be going back home right now.

“Watch me win that giant teddy bear for you,” Ranboo said, and I rolled my eyes.

“Well go on then,” I replied. Ranboo threw his head back laughing and I smiled, my smile growing wider when he pressed a kiss against the top of my head.

I stood back to let Ranboo throw, and he made this entire act of aiming and squinting his eyes as if he was a professional dart player, making me giggle. I watched as the ball hurled towards the pyramid of bottles, effectively hitting the bottom one, causing the entire pyramid to collapse, all except one. I gaped at him and he smiled smugly at me.

He pulled back his arm, ball in hand, and I watched him fling the ball forward. The ball flew towards the last bottle, the ball hitting it. The bottle rocked back and forth, swaying, before finally collapsing. Ranboo raised his arms up and cheered. I crossed my arms in front of my chest as I watched the worker hand Ranboo a giant teddy bear. His gaze settled on me, and I pouted at him.

Once we reached home, I stepped into his room and decided to stay over for the night. “I am totally better than you,” Ranboo stated. I was clutching the bear in one of my arms, the other was holding hands with Ranboo as he dragged me towards the bed.

I scoffed. “You are not better than me, you just handle balls better than I do.” I winked at him. Watching his cheeks turn red, I bursted out laughing as he tried to stutter out a response. I collapse onto the bed, hugging the bear. I immediately felt fatigue wash over me, my eyes fluttering close as I hugged the bear tighter. The bed dipped behind me, a pair of arms wrapping around my waist and I felt Ranboo hide his face in the crook of my neck. Suddenly, I felt his arms try to pry mine away from the teddy bear,

“This bear is hogging my s/o,” I heard him say into my neck. I giggled before turning around, snuggling closer into his hoodie. I buried my face underneath his neck, pressing a kiss on his jaw.

“I’m gonna leave you for the bear because at least they don’t say that they’re better than me,” I teased. I could practically imagine Ranboo rolling his eyes right now as he grumbled. I laughed a little before saying, “Relax Boo, you can be the flower girl at our wedding,” I laughed harder as he rolled us over so that now I was practically on top of him, both of us now cracking up.

We fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds that could be heard were the soft breaths from Ranboo. “I love you,” I murmured to him.

“More than the bear?” He asked.

“More than the bear.”

“Good. I love you too.”

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[vendettaparker]

Tom Holland x actress reader

Where are there in the same movie together and the cast goes out and Tom and reader really likes eachother maybe smut and after it’s really awkward between them fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Not In Love [T.H]

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing, slight angst, probably some typos

a/n: hi hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write smut, so i hope it’s ok that i just implied it! i will probably start writing smut in the future but for right now i find it a bit awkward for myself to write. also, sorry that this took so long to get out, i planned for this to only be like 800-1k words, and obvioulsy, it just kept going. hope this works well for you!

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     (Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. As your career progressed, even through puberty, you remained faithful to your vow. No mingling with co-workers in a non professional manner. Sure, some of your previous co-stars and you remained good friends, even after filming. But the main internal lesson always stayed the same: don’t fuck your co-stars. 

     In your long and glorious career, the only hindrance to your resolve was Tom fucking Holland. His stupid British charm and playful wiles always had your knees buckling and the butterflies in your stomach going haywire. And when he called you darling? In that stupid, yet honey-like accent? You were done for. 

     Tom had the absolute pleasure of working with you in The Devil All The Time. He watched all of your movies and practically grew up watching you on Disney Channel. To say he was simply starstruck would’ve been an understatement, he was enamoured. Practically in love. And when he got to know how kind and sweet you were in real life—not just on screen— he just had to turn on his British charm, just to watch you squirm. 

     Every little comment he made caused your skin to tingle. Your stance on co-star relationships had never been so harshly challenged. He would constantly call you whatever cute pet name he could think of at the time, and unluckily for you, they always seemed to just roll right off his tongue. He even went out of his way to grab you a coffee if he went out to get one, or he’d ask his brother to make sure to bring back your signature order: caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, and extra caramel drizzle. How he knew that was your go to order was a mystery to you. 

     It’s not like you didn’t retaliate with your own antics though. Sometimes during his scenes you send him a wink and a smile, just to watch him lose focus. Or maybe you’d tease him about the way he says croissant, but then also say it in the over pronounced way he does, just to bug him. On days when the sexual tension between you two was especially palpable, you’d kiss his cheeks after his scenes and say “good job, babe” or something else to rile him up. So no, you weren’t innocent in this matter at all. 

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     This build up of tension was bound to boil over at some point. But why the fuck did it have to be during the fucking full cast and director dinner?

     You all arrived at the fancy restaurant, all 40+ of you. You sat next to Eliza and secretly hoped that Sebastian, Harry, or even Robert would take the seat next to you, anyone but Tom. He had been especially touchy that day, and you knew if he continued his ministrations, especially under the cover of a table, your resolve would surely fade away. 

     Unfortunately for you, Tom practically bolted to the seat next to you. You scooted a bit closer to Eliza, who nudged your shoulder playfully. 

     “You should just give in.” She stated, smirking the whole time. “Look at him, poor thing just wants some love and attention.” she giggled, nodding her head to where Tom was whispering with Harry on the other side of him. 

     “Stop it, you’re insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at the joking banter. 

     “(Y/N), hon, he’s one of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood right now, and he wants you.” Eliza pinched your makeup covered cheek, “you’re telling me you don’t wanna just jump in his pants? Do you not find him hot or something?” 

     You smacked her hand away, “No, I do find him attractive, I just d—”

     “Find who attractive, love?” Tom interrupted, smirking at the comment he heard. No, he didn’t know for sure you were talking about him, but one can hope. 

     “Nobody,” you dismissed, “I was just telling Eliza here that I think her dog is cute, right Eliza?” 

     “Sure.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically, then winking directly at Tom, just out of your view. 

     “Ah, I see.” He chuckled, “Yes, you find her dog attractive then?” 

     “No!” You defended, red faced from being backed into a hole, “I didn’t even use that word; you’re just hearing things.” 

     “Don’t worry, love. I find you absolutely, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous.” Tom winked, before returning back to his conversation with Harry. 

     Eliza pinched your side, causing you to yelp. “See, I told you!” she whisper-yelled, a knowing smirk dawning her face. 

     “You didn’t tell me shit.” 

     “Ugh, whatever, you’re hopeless.” She sighed, just as the waiter was coming around to take your orders. 

     The majority of the evening went by just as simply and smoothly as possible, it was when dessert arrived that Tom stirred up trouble once again. His damned British charm made him the perfect devil in disguise.  

     “Darling, you have some cake right—” he licked his thumb before drawing it over your bottom lip, slowly, “here.” 

     He smirked at your surprised gaze and wiped the chocolate cake from your rose-painted lip. Never breaking his gaze, he drew his thumb back to his mouth and sucked on the digit, gently humming at the sweet taste of chocolate and strawberry lip gloss that flooded onto his tongue. This bitch. 

     You cleared your throat and ceased your—more than obvious— gawking. He wasn’t going to win this time. You sat quietly, smirking as he watched your every move, simply waiting for retaliation. And it came soon enough, when you knocked your water off the table into his lap, on accident, of course. 

     He jolted up the second the cold water hit his slacks, cursing, yet still keeping that charming smirk on his lips. You immediately started the steady stream of apologies, a faux look of remorse etched on your face. The rest of the cast simply looked on, none the wiser. 

     “Oh Tom! Gosh, I am so sorry.” You stood up as well, taking the napkin from your lap and dabbing his torso where the water splashed up. “I’m just so clumsy, forgive me.” You looked up at him with false serenity in your eyes, but a devilish grin. 

     “No worries, love.” He mused, “I’m just going to go dry off in the washroom. Could use some help though; it’s the least you could do.” The rest of the cast went back to their desserts and conversation, so they failed to notice the hidden glint in Tom’s eyes or the lustful insinuation behind his request. 

     “Sure.” You smiled up at him, determined not to lose this game of cat and mouse. You followed him to the large family restroom in a dimly lit corridor. He opened the door and gestured for you to go in first. What a gentleman, hm?

     He closed the door behind him and locked it before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and removing it. His toned torso also damp with freezing droplets of ice water. 

     You sucked in a shaky breath, taking in his less than professional, disheveled look. “You gonna come help me, princess?” He reached for paper towels and grabbed a handful, dabbing the wet spot on his lap, right over his crotch. 

     “I—um, sorry,” you snapped out of it. Following his movements, doing the same but to his wet torso. 

     “You’re okay, love.” He looked at you, the close proximity of your bodies creating the most delicious heat in the bathroom. Tom leaned in slightly, just until your noses were brushing against one another. “Though, I’ll admit, the fact that you're not giving me an apology kiss right now, makes this a little less than okay.”

     You didn’t even process your actions completely, the second those words left his mouth yours lips were on his. You held his face in your hands, rough passion seeping through your entire body, and he was just the same. He kissed you fervently, holding your waist with one arm and the back of your head with his opposite hand, tangling his fingers into your hair. The tension and desire that had been building up for almost as long as you’ve known him finally boiling over. 

     Tom gingerly inched his hand up the side of your leg, under your dress. 

     “Wait, wait,” you pulled away, breathlessly, “we need to get back, they’re probably wondering where we are.” 

     Tom was about to concede when a knock rang through the room. 

     “Hey guys,” It was Eliza, “Seb paid for all of us, so we’re gonna head out. Take your time! Oh, and use protection!” You could practically hear the smirk on her face.  

     Tom stopped your little scowl by returning his attention to kissing you, “How lucky are we?” he mused, repositioning his hands, starting to fumble with the zipper of your dress. 

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     The next Monday at work was hell. You spent the whole weekend internalizing your little rendezvous in the bathroom. Tom texted you nearly fourteen times over the two day break period where you didn’t see each other, and you ignored every single one of them. The first ones were simple ‘hey’s’, ‘hi’s’, and ‘good morning’s’, but they soon progressed to show Tom’s concern over you not responding. The last message being, 

Tom: I hope you know, I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry if you do.

     You didn’t mean to ghost him, but your feelings were so confusing. You liked him and the things he did to you. But you had a code. And maybe the ‘don’t date your co-worker’ was a bit old school and shitty, but you’d been able to stick to it for this long and your work has never been better. Then again, all your previous boyfriends have been assholes; constantly upset over how busy your schedule was. Maybe a fellow actor would be more understanding? 

     The second you arrived to set Harry was on your ass. 

     “(Y/N), hey!” He called to you from the snack table where he was talking with Tom. You gave him a small smile and wave, but proceeded to your makeup chair. He motioned for you to join them, but you waved your hand in dismissal and gave him an apologetic look. Whether or not you regretted your night with Tom, you were absolutely not ready to confront it just yet. However, you didn’t miss the disappointed look on Tom’s face or the way Harry gave his brother a reassuring shoulder squeeze. 

     Harry even came up to you asking how your weekend was and if you were busy or not, no doubt trying to gauge your mood for Tom. You were friends with Harry so you didn’t mind talking to him, but when it was becoming apparent that you weren't giving much away as far as how you were feeling, Harry resorted to more ‘less than subtle’ questions. 

     “So… are you seeing anyone, currently?” He asked, playing with his fingers, the question struck you as extremely off-putting, especially since Harry said it with little to no confidence, like he really didn’t want to be asking that. 

     “Why? Are you trying to ask me out?” You teased. Watching him squirm was almost as fun as when it was Tom. 

     “No! No, I mean— I’m not opposed, you’re very pretty—no wait, I don’t mean it like that, I just—uh, I think you look nice, but not too nice—I’m gonna go.” Harry painfully stuttered out. Cursing under his breath as he walked away, back to where Tom was standing, watching on. These idiots were the most obvious divs in the whole world. 

     After you finished with your stylist, you were ready to start running lines for your scene. You have the majority of your scenes with Tom, so as per usual, you were acting opposite him. As the director was explaining how he wanted the scene to go, Tom kept glancing over at you, raising his eyebrows a bit, obviously wanting to clear the air. 

     The scene went by fine, but it was clear to many of the people around you that you were not on the top of your game today. It even got to the point where the director needed to ask if you needed a break. You said you didn’t and persisted. The scene was finally done to perfection, but it took almost double the amount of time it usually would for you. 

     Tom noticed you struggling the most and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was quick to give you words of encouragement between takes, but you only responded with a quick ‘thanks’ and moved on. 

     When lunch time came around, the caterers were all set up and prepared on a different part of the lot. You quickly made your way over, running into Eliza on the way. 

     “Oh, hey (Y/N)!” she beamed at you. “Did you finish your scene?”

     “Yeah, are you going to set right now?” 

     “Mhm, I’m shooting the scene at the church with Robert.” 

     “Well, good luck.” You smiled at her, about to move along when she grabbed your wrist. 

     “Wait, did something happen between you and Tom? He’s at the lunch table moping, even Seb is trying to cheer him up.” 

     “Um well no, I mean, maybe? I don’t know, I guess I’ve been avoiding him a bit.” You shrug, now not really wanting to go to lunch, but you know you have to. If you don’t show up then it’d be all too clear to Tom that you were definitely avoiding him. 

     “Oh, well, maybe just talk to him?” Eliza comfortably put a hand on your shoulder before walking away to set. 

     You continued to the lunch set up, seeing club sandwiches, soups, and cupcakes set up. You grabbed what you wanted and went to sit by Tom and everyone else. Yeah, you may have been avoiding him, but you didn’t want to make it that painstakingly obvious. 

     As soon as you sat down, Tom put his arm around you like he always did when you had lunch together. Only this time you stiffened up, not because you hated it, but because the action felt so different after what you both had done, it felt like it meant more. Tom noticed, of course, and removed his arm, frowning. 

     “Can I talk to you, (Y/N/N)?” he whispered to you, the rest of the table in their own little world, too caught up in their interactions to notice yours. 

     “Um, sure,” you mumbled in response, “but maybe when I have free time later? I’m just really hungry right now.” you gave him a small smile, trying to keep up the amicability. 

     He nodded and continued his conversation with Seb, who looked completely uninterested, but still continued responding since he could tell Tom was feeling shitty about something. 

     Later that evening, the entire cast had a one hour break since the next scene they wanted to shoot needed to be done at night and it wasn’t dark yet. That’s when Tom took you to his trailer to talk. 

     “Look, (Y/N), I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me.” He stated, once the door was shut and you were already seated on his couch. 

     “I’m not.” 

     “But you are. I can tell. You didn’t talk to me at all today, even when I made a joke that I knew you’d have the perfect come back to.” He sat next to you, but kept more of a distance than usual.

      “I don’t have to talk to you, Tom. You can’t rely on me to keep you entertained.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you’d been caught. 

      “That’s not what I’m saying, (Y/N), and you know it.” Tom pointed a finger at you, equally annoyed now. 

     “Fine, so what if I was avoiding you? You’re a grown man, you can handle rejection can’t you?” You spat. The argument was quickly becoming more heated. If there was one thing you hated the most in the world, it was being called out, especially if you knew you were in the wrong. 

     “What the fuck is your problem today?” Tom asked, exasperated at how defensive you got so quickly. 

     “Tom, I’m sorry, but I don’t do this,” you motioned between the two of you, “I don’t do the cliche Hollywood, sleeps around, one night stand scenario, so back off.” 

     “So you regret it.” Tom looked down, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He really did like you, but maybe it was naive of him to assume that sleeping together would open the door to something more. 

     “No, I just—it shouldn’t have happened. I liked it, but I’m not that type of girl. I’m a relationship type of person. I never wanted to be another girl for you to mark down on your list of possible hook ups.” You sighed. Tom wasn’t necessarily notorious for random hookups, but he was a famous actor who just so happened to also be single. It was hard to not go there with your thoughts, so in your mind, you had him pegged. 

     “I’m a relationship person too, though. I wanted all of this. All of you.” Tom inched closer, gingerly taking your hands in his. “I may have gone about it wrong, I should’ve asked you out first or something.” 

     “Tom, stop.” 

     “No, (Y/N), because you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t flirt with you or spend time with you just to get in your pants.” Tom pulled you closer. “I surrounded myself with you because I wanted you. And I think you want me too.”

     You looked in his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, small as it might be, but Tom was being the most sincere he could possibly be. Tom cautiously leaned closer, just wanting one more kiss, even if it was the last. However, you were the one that took the final plunge and pulled him in, kissing him. You both moved together so fluidly, like you were made for each other. 

     When you did pull apart, Tom was the one to break the silence, “So does that mean you like me or…” 

     “I kissed you, didn’t I?” 

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Y'all! I just hit 800 followers! 🤯 And I feel like I should introduce myself to all the people who've found me because of my vox machina fics!

I go by Lis online (no it's not short for Lisa) and my pronouns are she/her. I'm in a constant state of sexuality crisis but right now we're going with aroace.

In addition to writing, I am also a dungeon master and d&d player and I'm basically filling all my free time with campaigns 😂 For those of you curious I'm currently playing a dhampir wizard, a human druid/cleric, and an aasimar monk.

You can find all of my fanfic on AO3 under romeoandjulietyouwish (including some real shitty stuff from when I was a freshman in high school)

In regards to critical role, I've seen all three campaigns (but I'm not writing fic for the third one yet). I am also a dimension 20 and adventure zone fan. Those of y'all who've followed me for a while know that my favorite characters are Cassandra de Rolo and Marion Lavorre. As for PCs, I love Jester, Vax, Percy, and Caleb.

Unless it says otherwise in my bio or at the top of my prompt guidelines post, I am always accepting fic prompts!

Feel free to message me or send me asks, I love talking to people about the things I love ☺️

[porcupine-girl]

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I’m working on a finale fixit (I know, me and everyone else), and it follows the actual plot of the finale for a bit and I am trying to make this MOTW make sense and I just can’t.

Luther’s nest in Dead Man’s Blood was in Colorado. Yet apparently this nest has been in Ohio since 1986 at least. Why would Jenny suddenly be their leader?? She was a brand-new vampire last we saw her, and at some point in the past 15 years she moved across the country and these guys put her in charge??

And like... do they always wear these clown masks? If so, isn’t that a little recognizable? Shouldn’t there be more cases? Tongues being ripped out is also kind of a “serial killer calling card” type move. You can’t tell me that there would be no record of these guys between 1986 and 2020.

Or maybe we’re supposed to believe that they used that MO back then, dropped it, then randomly picked it back up recently?

Then there’s the “pattern” they follow. They have three data points from 1986: Akron, Canton, East Sparta.

So apparently this means that if they hit Akron again 24 years later, they’re definitely going to do Canton next?

What if they move north and south along I-77, and they’re on their way north right now?

What if they just happen to pick any other town along that highway besides Canton next?

(I will ignore some nitpicks about whether East Sparta is even “on” I-77, or the fact that “outside of own” means something completely different when you’re talking about a city of 200k people like Akron versus a town of 800 people like East Sparta. These are things the writers might ignore.)

But no, of course they’re going to do exactly the same thing they did 24 years ago but apparently have not done since. (Sure, supposedly they take a couple kids “every few years” but you can’t tell me that if there were a string of clown kidnappings with exsanguination and tongue-snatchings in the general Akron area every few years that wouldn’t be a huge deal.)

And then, all Sam and Dean have to go off of is “outside of town, isolated, kids between the ages of 5-10.” Now maybe if they’d made it down to East Sparta by now I could buy that that narrows it down enough, but Canton is a mid-sized town of 70k people? You’re telling me there is one family with kids aged 5-10 whose house is somewhat isolated outside of Canton??

Oh, and a family that doesn’t even notice when two bullets are fired in their yard in the middle of the night, apparently.

And then why? Are the vamps? Still wearing clown masks? In the barn??? Is this literally just so that they could have publicity stills of them to confuse people with?

And then, y’know, there’s the idea that Dean would happen to recognize this random skinny generic brunette who he spent like MAYBE five minutes in the presence of fifteen years ago???

Here’s “Jenny’s” previous appearance: They got to the barn or whatever she was being held in, then Sam is the one who found her and started trying to free her. Dean came over very briefly to see what Sam was doing, and she was still unconscious then. Then he left to keep trying to open the lock and Sam is the one who watched her wake up and got a front-row seat when she started yelling. Then at the end of the episode she’s there and drags Kate to the car, but it’s dark, everyone’s poorly list for ~dramatic effect~, she’s also kind of a mess, and Dean is 100% focused on Luther, who has Sam, for most of the brief time he’s within sight of her.

The bigger question is: How does Dean know her name????

So she and her boyfriend called 911 after they found a body, but by the time the police showed up, all three were missing. The police might have gotten the guy’s name from the vehicle registration, but her name? IMDB lists the guys as “Jenny’s boyfriend” so they weren’t married, her name was most likely not on his car’s registration. Maybe her purse was left behind with her ID, but when Kate shows Luther a pile of stuff from Elkins he asks “this all theirs?” as if it’s their usual MO to take whatever their victims have on them, so they probably took her purse. And even if the cops found her ID in the car, why the fuck would they tell John (random dude who walked up to them, probably pretending to ask what was going on that had the road blocked) her name???

And then there’s the fact that the vamps had a bunch of people locked up! There’s absolutely no reason for Dean to think that this lady just happens to be the one who was involved in that 911 call!!!

There’s absolutely no way the writers can actually expect us to believe that Dean would remember this random woman and know her name based on what we saw in that episode.

IDK IDK, I knew this case was B-A-D BAD but actually going through it honestly makes me want to believe the theories that it was a cry for help from Andrew Dabb because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS HE THINKING otherwise???

[unholyplumpprincess]

The Message

For anon who asked for Spider with an Exo reader and essentially cock warming + eggy time!

Summary: When you receive an encoded message from your intergalactic lover, you find your way to his lair near instantly, happy to aid in relieving the tension from his body in the form sprawling across his lap and taking what he has to offer.

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Fandom: Destiny 2

Relationship: Reader Guardian (Exo)/The Spider

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader has a vulva, The spider has two dicks and also has eggs, oviposition, exhibitionism/public play, explicit consent, possessive behavior/wording

Words: 800

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The Tangled Shore’s thick air and colder climate could be off-putting for a lot of Guardians.

Guardians were used to bright planets, planets that were full of foliage and the creatures that ran around were further down the line. Often times Guardians were greeted with welcome arms as a sign that help was arriving. Yet, as soon as you set foot onto this planet, you were already face to face with enemies eager to get at you- if they weren’t fighting each other, that was.

Your partner liked it here, Spider had assured you one day, that the climate and...’business’ was like home. Not that he particularly did anything besides black marketing goodies and selling them at odd trades or high prices. Or even that his bounties for the escaped prisoners he didn’t even do much about besides gathering the information on their whereabouts. He sat like a king atop a throne in his hideaway, guards on either side of him and inviting Guardians to come indulge in what he had to offer.

~Rest under the cut~

After all, that’s how you got roped into meeting him. With the need for vengeance fresh in your body and his low growling of ‘quid pro quo’ and supplying you all the information you needed, you could see why Guardians still visited. He was tempting, persuasive, and never went back on his word.

It gets cooler as you make your way down into the hideout. Your processors picking up on the change in temperature as your boots ring with a metallic hum around the corners. Your ghost stays hidden and away- despite how many times you’d visited Spider, they still grumbled that they were SURE he would devour them. And honestly, you couldn’t exactly tell them that they were wrong.

“Ah! My favorite Guardian. Back so soon?” Spider greets you as you round the corner, two of his arms staying folded across his rounded abdomen, the other two lifting in a gesturing greeting for you. You can’t help the smile across your face, the guards shuffling a bit to the side as you approach.

“I thought you were the one who sent me an encoded message?” You tease back, receiving that slow, growling breath followed by clicks from him. He hums at your bravado, extending an arm to you to help hoist you up into his hammock with himself. You let yourself be moved, straddling his lap and having your jaw held gently in one of his hands, turning you this way and that as if appraising a gem.

“Perhaps,” He clicks out, gently pulling your head to the side so his other hand could trace down the wiring of your throat to send shivers down your spine. “And your answer to that message?”

“I give you my full consent.”

“Ah, that’s my Guardian.”

--

That’s how you end up where you are now. With one of his cocks buried into you. The glowing blue twin out and drooling with pre-cum, showing you the tapered head curling down into multiple ridges that slowly expanded into a wide base. The tapered tip had a wide slit on it, made easy to push out eggs from without pain on his end.

That’s why you were here, after all. Spider had messaged you, crooning about how you were the only host he trusted to hold his eggs. They couldn’t be fertilized by your body, you knew this, but damn if he didn’t keep trying.

Now, you’re sprawled across his lap, legs spread wide over his hips and your head back against his chest. Your body is completely exposed to anyone who could walk in, with one of his hands pressed to your abdomen, the other gripping your jaw as you drool and shake with each lazy pump of his hips. Another hand is downwards, resting on your inner thigh so his thumb can roll and rub at your clit to ease orgasm out of orgasm out of you.

A few Guardians have come in and at first sputtered or become embarrassed, but Spider would wave them in, crooning that if they were discomforted, they could leave. As he had broadcasted a message of ‘brooding and coupling’ in his den. Once you, of course, had agreed you were alright being seen. It didn’t change the fact you still squirmed and your nodes all lit up in embarrassment when someone walked in.

The eggs aren’t very big, maybe the size of golf balls. Carefully being pushed into your body and making you squirm with each slide of them pushing against his cock. Spider occasionally croons at you, stroking over your abdomen that is becoming taut and growling in your ear things like, “Such a pretty little pet for me.”

“You were made for breeding, weren’t you, Guardian?”

“If you keep whining like that, my guards might want to join too.”

It’s on your fifth orgasm, your body jolting and a cry leaving you does Spider croon once more. His soft, breathy growls reaching your hearing processors as his own face plate knocks against the side of your head with a small, almost threatening promise,

“Just an hour longer, little one.”

[theoutcastedartist]

Do you mind if I use your art as a pfp w/credit. Hunter fan

Sorry, but I don't allow use of most of my digital art as profile pictures (even if I am given credit)

My art is drawn to look a certain way and cropping for a pfp sometimes takes away from its meaning and/or integrity. Also, it straddles a bit on the line of reposting (at least to me), which happens enough already on a regular basis.

I understand you have good intentions though, and I'm very flattered that you believe my art is suitable enough to use as a profile picture!

I am also glad that you took the time to ask me directly instead of simply using my art without permission, I know this is something that tends to happen a lot, I've noticed this especially within large fandoms, even if it may seem harmless to most.

Though, I keep getting a lot of asks and comments like this asking to use my art as pfp (it's super flattering y'all like my art so much, it's really sweet 💕).

Maybe one of these days I'll make a batch of pfp for you guys to use them with my permission (+ credit of course). I just hit over 500 followers on my Twitter + almost 800 on here so maybe I could do something with that if y'all want :D

Regardless, the answer for now is "no" and also thank you again for going out of your way to ask. I really appreciate your courtesy!

[gnarf]

Gnarf’s 2020

and what a fucking year that was... Anyways, let’s talk about the good things, shall we?

I made it through 2020 alive and without going insane! Yay! So lets see what else I did. (This is a long post)

In the beginning of 2020 I said I won’t participate in many fests. Only three or something like that. Lets check how that went!

Fests Gnarf participated in: 9

@lockdownfest @lcdrarry @hd-wireless @hpfluff-fest @hd-hurtfest @hd-fan-fair @hd-erised @gameofdrarry in drarropoly @wireless-festive-minifest​

Haha yup, three. Sounds legit. I also wandered off to try if I can art! No worries, I gave that up :D Mad respect to all Artists, arting is exhausting and the progress is too slow for me.

If you really want to check out my attempts, here’s what made its way onto AO3:

Dont Blink! for LCDrarry, it includes the Angels from Doctor Who and was a pain in the arse.

If you knew... was made for H/D Wireless and has the armiest arm i ever saw, very proud of that one. Its also the last thing I made.

Home Sweet Home was also made for H/D Wireless, and the first bigger art piece I tried my hand on.

A muffled groan which is rather explicit and I entirely forgot about making it :D it has a ficlet going with it too.

(I think theres other Art stuff here with the tag #gnarf draws or something)

I reached my yearly goal of writing 100k words once again!

Fics and Ficlets I wrote this year: 20(ish)

Better Side of the Bed (Lock Down Fest, T, 2k)

It was all Malfoy's fault. Harry could be at the Burrow right now, but instead he was trapped in Malfoy's tiny flat. All because that dick couldn't stop bothering him about a stupid life debt he didn't even care about.

Doing What's Best (G, ~800 words)

Lucius looked down at the little bundle currently sleeping in Narcissa's arms and felt terror shoot through his body. A little boy, his hair so white it was nearly invisible. Born only a few hours ago, taking his first breath in the light of the rising sun. Narcissa had whispered a welcome, her eyes wet, her smile bigger than ever. But they both knew, even though temporarily safe, he really wasn't. Draco was born into a world ruled by war. If only it'd end soon.

I better be hallucinating this (T, 3.8k)

After the war Draco Malfoy is sentenced to Azkaban for a really long sentence. Apparently aiding in Dumbledore's death overrules any argument Harry could put up for him. After the trial, as the days pass by, Harry is more and more outraged at the sentence. He can't stop obsessing over the fact that Draco Malfoy saved his life and aided him during the war and is very much capable of redemption. Not to mention that Malfoy has always been a delicate git and would never survive Azkaban. After a few weeks obsessing Harry decides that Malfoy indeed can't remain unjustly in Azkaban and starts to plot a way to break him out of jail and hide him in Grimmauld Place. When Hermione finds out she's not amused. Ron is horrified. Draco still thinks he's hallucinating.

Keep Holding On (Wireless, M. 33.333) A collab with @maesterchill​ who surprised me with lovely art for it!

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

Age is just a number (Fluff Fest, T, 1.5k)

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

There was still hope (Hurt Fest, M, 3.1k)

Draco winced as pain shot through his leg with every step. This secret, back-alley laboratory had been his last chance, last hope, to find the potion. But nobody had it in stock, and there was no time left to brew it himself. Panic was slowly overtaking his entire mind as he crept out of the store and back to the nearest alley to Apparate back home. He already felt off, and it was still early in the day. Of course this thestral-shit had to happen to him, of all people. As if life wasn't bad enough for him already.

Desire (E, 1.7k)

"Auror Potter, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here. What can I do for you?" "Stop the show, Malfoy. There's no one around, and I'm not here as an Auror." Draco watched Potter move closer until they were nearly nose to nose, only the small counter of his shop kept Potter at distance. Potter's eyes were dark with something Draco couldn't exactly name, his face was flushed and the air surrounding him felt somehow static. Draco felt the urge to lean further over his counter, to drink in his sight, to touch the man on the other side—but he didn't.

Drarropoly 2020 currently holds 7 ficlets and is in a Series. The highest rating is Mature and its 3.2k in total at this point.

Let's not wait for France (Fan Fair, T, 17.7k)

All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy. An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw. Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts.

Love letters for the oblivious (Mini Wireless, T, 716 words)

Draco had gotten the strangest letters all week long, which wasn't what anyone needed at Christmas. Especially not him. Either someone was taking the piss, or he had a very dumb and inefficient secret admirer. And Draco didn't know which would be worse.

Double-Booked (Mini Wireless, T, 2.1k)

Finally, peace and quiet, and— "Malfoy?!?" Or the one where Harry thought he could enjoy a quiet Christmas far from everyone, just to find out that the cabin he had booked already accommodated another guest.

The best Christmas he ever had (Mini WirelessT, 1.9k)

Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.

Anon Fests to be added

Whoever made it to this point: yoooo! Friend! Lots of love to you! I also got tagged in many get to know me posts, plenty of love in my Inbox giving me love slaps left and right (honestly, im bruised, stop slapping me), amazing person awards, top 5 fics, and whatever you can think of.

To make up for not answering most of them because I’m a horrible person:

My favourite colour: purple My age: I’ll be 30 next year in April, I expect gifts, I don’t accept first borns My favourite trope: eight year My favourite animal: cat My favourite ice cream: Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough Here’s my writing Playlist, it’s the worst you’ll ever see, and yes, I use YouTube, I’m old.

Other things that happened in 2020 that made me happy:

I kicked out my mentally/emotionally abusive partner of 7 years in January

I kept my grandma alive through this *waves hand at world*

I was able to share my birthday cake with my family becaus I got to leave my first quarantine a few days before my birthday

I got to keep my job

I found a lot of lovely friends in this fandom, and got to keep them through this year

My cats are their usual little jerks and actually enjoyed me being at home due to the raging pandemic

I finally cut off my hair

I’m about to hit 3.5k followers here and I love you all

I’m also tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do something similiar! Show us what you did in 2020, the things you’re proud of, and the things you loved! Let’s spread some happy for the end of the year 💜🥰

[imjustmarcy]

My Ao3 review of the year??

So, because I have nothing better to do, here: have a list of every fic (mainly bnha, oops) that I posted this year, sorted by different AUs and plot bc holy shit I made like 4 series this year-

Endeavor-centric:

The day that wasn't (x) (5k) Gonna be honest, not a big fan of Endeavor, but my pal Platypus mentioned their dream they had and well, this was born. Basically Endeavor getting hit with a Quirk that turns him into a ghost and makes so he's forced to follow his children around and hear what they really think of him. With a sprinkle of DabiHawks

Hawks-centric:

The Discovery (x) (1k) so my brain decided to write aromatic bisexual Hawks bc self project much and this is just a small piece of him finding out he's aro.

Very self indulgent DabiHawks plus Mar projecting onto Hawks again:

The bird that forgot how to fly (x) (2k) just some hurt/comfort that I wrote to vent

Dabihawks as parents:

Yes I am indeed that bitch. Now prepare yourself bc I wrote A LOT about this...

Phoenix (x) (20k) basically the introduction to the story of Ryu, the DabiHawks kid, and chapter two goes more in depth about him and his best friends. Chapter one is more DabiHawks centric, and chapter 3 is just a mister dump of extra info.

A (not really) spooky Halloween (x) (3k) Halloween special of Ryu trying to sneak out to a haunted house with his friends. Spoiler: his dads know and just decide to fuck with him.

Ryu's little time travel adventure (x) (6k) Ryu gets hit with a Quirk that sends him to the past, before his idiotic dads were even together. There will be a next part to this but at this rate it will have to be posted sometime in January so...

The new League of Villains (x) (7k) so Mar's monkey brain wanted to make a part with Ryu becoming a villain so... He's vry badass and formes the Dragon Alliance, aka the new LOV, with the help of his best friends and with the purpose of destroying the Hero Commission :D

Dabihawks has Ryu, but it's crack:

There's a lot more crack works for the Dragon Verse than there is for the 'Canon' story... Oh well

Sneaky is my middle name (or not) (x) (4k) Hawks has a big ass mouth and lets it slip he has a son and is married. Dabi is not amused.

Who's the dad? (x) (4k) follow-up to that disaster and poor attempt at a social media fic. The internet is smart and everyone already suspects that #DabiIsTheDad

Should've keep it in your pants (x) (4k) inspired by the amazing fic 'Stolen Fried Chicken'. Where Hawks discovers that his son's dad is very much not dead. Ft Natsuo and Hawks being the best bros and having one braincell between the two of them.

Dabi's Biggest Secret(s) (x) (3k) the Todorokis find a bunch of old flash drives with their older brother's videos and discover he used to date Hawks and had a kid with him before they even graduated high school :D

Hawks makes a scene (x) (2k) complementary to the previous part, with Hawks finding out Touya is not dead and proceeding to scream at his face in front of the entire League because he left Hawks and his son to belive he was dead.

Dabi the waking cryptid (x) (1k) modern college AU with no quirks?? I guess. So the league is all curious about why does Dabi never hangs out with them. Guy's just busy with his model and actor fiancé, his studies, and their son.

Again very self indulgent DabiHawks but it's Angel and demon AU.

Angel wings and demon instincts (x) (6k) Dabi is a demon and gets sent to earth to cause havoc, Hawks is an angel sent to find Dabi and keep him from causing havoc. They gay for each other. That's it.

An angel's first time (x) (1k) the first smut I write in the past 4 years or so, still demon and angel AU.

Shiggy, Hawks and Dabi being childhood friends <3

The Terror Trio (x) (2k) those three as childhood friends + their reunion, with a sprinkle or Shiggy/Natsuo and DabiHawks at the end.

The de-aged Terror Trio (or the little menaces, according to Aizawa Shota) (x) (5k) the Terror Trio get de-aged and found by Aizawa, who takes them to UA. They almost make class 1A have a heart attack.

Converting Eri to chaos, a guide by the Terror Trio (x) (5k) the de-aged Terror Trio bonds with Eri and they cause havoc at UA. A fourth and maybe last part on the works.

Yay for even more self indulgent DabiHawks:

The mysterious case of Hawks' boyfriend (x) (2k) Hawks is already dating Dabi, everyone at his agency are snoopy bitches and want to know the tea.

FINALLY, SOMETHING THAT'S NOT BNHA! My vld rewrite:

My Blood (x) (800) Lance is Altean and Allura is his cousing. Lotor is his half-brother. Klance and Lotura. The og version (the Spanish version, being published in my wattpad) is currently about halfway through the story, with 30 chapters. I'm working on translating this one and posting it on AO3, hence the low word count.

Aaaaand that's it. I just started writing in English this year, and that sort of really boosted my creativity, since I started posting stuff on AO3 just this past September, so to post this much fics in that amount of time... Damn. Will update the post if I manage to finish this I'm writing for Christmas/Ryu's birthday/Hawks' birthday.