#I just commissioned a fic based on this lol

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I just realized I did NOT in fact post said art on here whoops

so heres my collection of Hearts seeing Zamasu in hell after the Gogeta Fight

throwback to that Zamasu in Hell with Hearts art I did a couple years ago

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Finally did some fan art/concept art of my 2003 Donatello design - still a nerd, up until the end lol

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Actually based on the description I used in my social media chat fic, Too Many Turtles, and I only just got round to drawing him oops

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Are You Flirting?

modern!au

Summary: Who's the cute guy she was talking about last night?

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Word Count: 4863

Warnings: flirty lucien, shy reader but shes like 'yknow what fuck shyness lets flirt back' lmaoo

A/n: yall i need you to know. the reader is based on me. shes literally me. i crochet too if yal didnt know hehe. this was so fun to write like it felt like wring my own story except this shit never happened irl lol.

idk ill stop rambling now 😂

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYY 🥹

p.s: id say the credit for this idea goes to my bestie boo @berryzxx because she put me on the song that i used as inspo for tis fic and also bullying me into writing for that song. ily lots pooks 🤭

(based on an indian song 👀)

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The moment Y/n got the text from her college best friend Feyre, Y/n knew having picked up crocheting as a hobby was the best thing she could ever have done.

Exaggerating aside, she was excited when Feyre asked her if she wanted to reconnect after two years of not talking, and Y/n said yes without hesitation.

They hadn’t talked much, only ever interacting with each other’s instagram posts and stories. Feyre was too busy most of the time painting and opening her own gallery to display her art, taking commissions sometimes and travelling with her fiance.

And even though Y/n had wanted to stay in touch, being an upcoming writer, she did not get too much time to talk as she was busy writing all the time, and when she wasn’t, she was lying in bed wondering why she was in a slump.

Hence, she had picked up crocheting as a new hobby and made some pretty cute tops, imagining herself wearing them to a beach or somewhere pretty. She had been thinking of going somewhere as a vacation to clear her mind.

Which was why when Feyre suggested flying to some beach island her fiance owned for a little getaway with friends, Y/n could not contain her excitement.

Now as she stood in the middle of her bedroom, trying to pick between the two outfits in her hand, wondering which one to wear, she wished she had a boyfriend. Or a husband. Or something. She had always been an indecisive person, and at moments such as this, she wished someone could help her pick her outfits.

Feyre was probably on her way and here Y/n stood, wondering which one to wear and which one to put in her bag to wear the next day.

Ughh fuck me.

Finally, she settled on a pastel pink cardigan and a white halter top with a white bell bottom jeans. She wanted to make a good impression on Feyre’s new friends and decided that the safer option was better. She could wear the other one after she got more comfortable with them.

She had never even met Feyre’s fiance. The two had met and gotten engaged after Y/n and Feyre drifted apart, but Y/n had congratulated her friend on her insta post, so surely that counted as something?

Now that reminder had her reconsidering. Was going vacationing with people she did not know really the best idea?

I mean, what if one of them is a serial killer? What if one of them is suicidal and kills us all-

Maybe she should just cancel.

She was eyeing her phone, genuinely wondering if she should go, when the screen lit up and Feyre’s name flashed across the screen, the soft lilting sound of Y/n’s ringtone filling the air.

So it was decided. Y/n was going.

Y/n answered the call while simultaneously shouldering her bag. "Hello?"

Feyre’s excited voice screeched in her ear from the other end. "Y/n! I’m under your apartment now. Are you ready?"

Instantly, her mood became better and Y/n wondered why she ever considered refusing to go in the first place. Even if she was a stranger to Feyre’s friends, she still had Feyre. She was sure it wouldn’t be as awkward as she was expecting it to be.

Straightening, she glanced around her room for a final time before nodding to herself, confirming that she was not forgetting anything. "Yes, babe. As ready as I’ll ever be. I’m coming down."

Feyre squealed, and Y/n could hear chuckles from the background at her friend’s antics. "I can't wait!"

With that, Y/n ended the call and walked out of her apartment, closing the door behind her, focusing on the jingle of her keychain and not on the nervousness running through her veins.

Soon, as she walked out of the elevator on the ground floor, she spied two dark cars waiting outside. It made her hurry. The moment she exited, she spied her friend leaving the car, grinning.

Feyre ran the short distance to Y/n, throwing all her body weight onto her friend, making Y/n giggle.

"Calm down Fey! I’m not going anywhere."

Feyre pulled away with a wide grin, shaking her head, then grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her back to the car she had exited.

"We're a total of ten people, five in that car-" she pointed to the one standing behind the one she had exited- "and five of us in this one." Y/n nodded, trying to calm her nerves.

Feyre then got in, leaving Y/n to get in the back. Feyre’s fiance was sitting in the driver’s seat, black aviation glasses perched on his nose. He offered Y/n a warm smile and a wave before Feyre piped up.

"Y/n, this is my fiance Rhysand. That is Azriel, Rhys’s foster brother and his girlfriend, Gwyneth."

Y/n dipped her head in a polite nod to the couple sharing the back seat with her, but Gwyneth had no qualms about hugging Y/n. Y/n was surprised to say the least by the sudden affectionate action, but she returned it nonetheless with a wide grin.

"Nice to meet you all."

"Everyone, this is my best friend from university, as well as my then roommate, Y/n."

Azriel gave her a tiny smile, his loving gaze returning to his girlfriend not a moment later.

It made Y/n want to go aww, because if that was not pure love right there, then Y/n did not know what was. It made her long to have someone of her own.

Rhys started the car, and the first ten minutes passed in comfortable silence. And then Feyre spoke.

"So, Y/n. Please tell me you’re seeing someone."

Y/n sighed. "You would’ve been the first person to know had I been."

Feyre twisted to glare at Y/n.

"What?"

"Why are you still single?"

"Haven’t found the one yet."

Feyre contemplated for a moment, then grinned. "You know, I’ve got a friend-"

"Not again Feyre!" Y/n turned to Gwyneth. "You know, she would send me on dates with these random dudes every day-"

"Not every day!"

Y/n glared at her friend in jest. "Only because I bullied you to leave me alone."

Feyre sighed dramatically, then plopped back into her seat. "You’re mean."

Gwyn snickered. "Why did you not end up with any of them then?"

Y/n shook her head solemnly. "They were all either too arrogant or ugly."

That made everyone laugh, and finally, Azriel spoke up. "And how did you find so many guys, Feyre?"

Y/n perked up. "I want to know too! I always wondered if she went to asylums to get me a worse specimen than the last."

"Oh my god Y/n, they were just guys from our university and the neighbouring ones."

Y/n smiled. It was fun being around her friend again. It felt like the never stopped talking, picking up from where they left off.

"You know, we’ve got three single people in the other car."

Y/n dropped her head in her palm, and Gwyn cackled.

"Come on Y/n, they’re not that bad. One of them is a guy, but the other two are women. You can experiment if that’s what you want. Maybe that’s the reason you never connected with any guys I set you up with."

Y/n made a crying face and leaned her head against Gwyn, who continued to vibrate with silent laughter. "God help me."

Eventually, Feyre dropped the topic, ending up talking about random nonsense after that. Azriel also chimed in sometimes, but mostly it was either Feyre and Rhysand talking and Gwyn and Y/n laughing and giving unwanted commentary.

They had to take two helicopters to the island, which had Y/n wondering just how big of a jackpot Feyre had gotten engaged to. The ride to the beach home from the helipad after was again two cars.

While boarding the helicopter, Y/n had spied the other friends of Feyre and Rhysand getting out of their car, but she had averted her gaze when the redheaded man had turned to look, hoping she didn’t seem like a creep while she had been trying to take a look at their faces.

The ride to the beach house, as they called it, was silent because Y/n, Gwyn and Feyre dozed off for most of it, already tired after so much travelling. And before they knew it, the midday sun shone through the windows of the car as it finally stopped in the gated compound of a mansion that looked straight out of architectural digest.

Y/n could not stop gaping at it as she got out of the car, then turned to hold the door open for Gwyn.

"It’s so big and beautiful." Gwyn commented, her eyes too fixed on the two story structure. Y/n shot her a knowing look.

"I know right? Only seen stuff like this in the movies."

The two shared a giggle before Azriel joined them on their side and the trio followed Rhysand and Feyre to the main doors.

Rhysand had just climbed the top step when the doors opened, two ladies with long black hair cascading down their backs standing behind them, and Y/n decided that they were twins.

"Nuala, Cerridwen." Rhysand nodded at them with a smile, then turned to the people standing behind him when the twins left.

"I think it’s best if we freshen up and rest for some time before dinner."

The tall guy who had been driving the other car sighed dramatically, burying his head in Nesta’s shoulder. "Thank god, I am tired."

Nesta rolled her eyes, then smiled at Y/n. Being Feyre’s roommate, Y/n had met Nesta on multiple occasions and admired the woman a lot. Nesta, too, had always looked after Y/n like a sister when the three would go out to dinner.

"Y/n. How are you?"

Y/n dipped her head, then stepped forward and pulled Nesta into a hug. "I’m good. Your fiance?"

Nesta nodded, glancing at the hulk of a man. "This is Cassian. Cass, this is-"

"Y/n, heard a lot ‘bout ya." He grinned, extending his hand for a shake.

Y/n smiled at him, then turned back to Nesta and Feyre as the latter began speaking. "Y/n, this is Elain, my other sister. Mor, Rhysand’s cousin, and Lucien, my friend."

After everyone had been introduced, all of them retreated to their rooms. It seemed like they had these outings a lot, because the way everyone was so familiar with the layout of the house would have been uncanny had this been their first time here.

Except for Lucien. He seemed a little hesitant, lingering back with Y/n as everyone else left. But then Feyre directed the two to the upper floor, where two guest rooms were waiting for them.

The rooms were next to each other, so Y/n and Lucien were together till the very last moment. It gave Y/n a lot of time to admire the man’s attractiveness through stolen glances, and she wished it did not for she was not able to control the movement of her jaw that kept unhinging every chance it got at the sheer beauty of him.

Gosh, if he is the guy Feyre wants to set me up with, I am truly going to be blessed.

As the two finally reached the top step, Lucien glanced at Y/n.

"First time here?"

"Yup. In fact, I’m seeing Fey for the first time since we finished uni."

His brows rose. "Damn. How long has it been?"

She shrugged noncommittally. "Around two years. What about you? Your first time too?"

He nodded, then paused at the first door to meet her eyes when he answered. "I’ve recently started getting along with her family." he thought for a moment, then leaned closer, as if letting her in on a secret. "I was actually the friend of her previous boyfriend, but none of them liked him and so they didn’t trust me much either. But now they’re moving on and so am I."

Y/n did not know how to respond to that, trying to wrap her mind around how anyone could be mad at someone who seemed as nice as Lucien. But he spared her the struggle.

"That’s a nice cardigan. Where’d you get it from?" His eyes travelled down her body, his gaze appreciative as it landed on the pastel crocheted garment. "Maybe I could get a similar one. We can match."

Y/n blinked at him, then ducked her head, futilely trying to hide her blush.

"Um, I made it myself."

He remained silent for a moment, prompting her to meet his gaze once again.

"You’re kidding."

She blinked again. "Why would I?"

He huffed out a laugh, leaning back against the doorframe. "So, you’re telling me you’re pretty and talented?"

Y/n could not move if she wanted to. She could not think. She could not do anything but stare at him.

This man, one who looked like he belonged on the cover of vogue, was telling her she was pretty?

God help me.

She looked around, flustered by the tiny smile blooming on his face, cocky but also knowing. He knew the effect he had on her and the damned man was enjoying it too much.

"Well, I will let you rest now. After all, you need to get some energy back for later tonight."

If those words had come from anyone else, Y/n would have wondered if they were saying she looked tired and like shit, but coming from him, the words were nothing but caring, if a touch flirtatious.

Wait, was that an innuendo?

She did not have time to dwell on that part much before he stepped aside, swiping his arm toward the door behind him. "Take a look at both rooms, then pick one you want. I will wait."

Y/n dipped her head, trying not to blush even more when he opened the door for her and leaned back, letting her pass.

She was much too flustered to even look around the room, let alone see if she liked it or wanted the other room, so she just mumbled to him that she will stay in this one, that he could take the other room.

Y/n knew he was about to ask her if she was sure, but whatever he saw in her face had him nodding, stepping back out of the room, tugging the door close with him as he went.

"See you soon, sweetheart." His parting words were heavy with the same knowing lilt he had a few minutes back when he had been flirting with her. It made Y/n’s cheeks heat up, and she turned to the bed, plopping down and burying her face in the plush pillows.

He was flirting with me.

Maybe… Feyre was right about him. Maybe I should give him a chance.

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After a light lunch and a few hours of rest, everyone had simultaneously gathered in the living room as if summoned by a silent command. Y/n had tried to sleep, and had accomplished the feat, but at the cost of tossing and turning every five minutes for an hour, her mind refusing to let her wind down and repeatedly playing the memories of Lucien flirting.

At least, she thought he was flirting. Y/n hoped she was not making a fool of herself for thinking that he was flirting while he simply was being kind.

She had gotten all of two hours of sleep before she shoved the covers off of her and decided to take a shower to freshen up, then she had proceeded to don a flowy sundress and walked downstairs. The hallways were empty, the only sign that she was not alone being the twins in the kitchen. They offered Y/n a smile before introducing themselves, then asked her if she needed anything.

Y/n had thought about it, then shook her head, telling them she just wanted to get some water. They graciously handed her a glass of it, despite her protests, and then they left her to her own devices.

She had just been sipping on it while staring at the sun setting when footsteps behind her let her know she was no longer alone, and she turned to look at Morrigan and Elain, who had walked down together. They offered her a smile, then sat along with her at the counter in swivelling chairs, the quiet comfortable and peaceful.

That was, before Cassian decided to grace them with his presence.

"Are Feyre and Rhys still not here?"

Y/n blinked, tearing her eyes away from the now violet horizon, barely any sliver of light visible, and gave him a smile. "Not yet."

He gagged. "They’re probably doing nasty stuff."

Nesta walked in with Gwyn and Azriel behind her, her eyebrows high.

"Like you don’t fuck."

He glared at Nesta. "Can you be a little more crass? I am trying to make new friends here."

Y/n hid her smile behind her cup, but considering it was a clear glass, she did not think it would work very well.

"So Y/n, what do you do during free time?"

Y/n set her now empty cup aside, turning all her attention to Cassian, who was done bickering with his fiance.

"I do crocheting while listening to podcasts, or I read when I just want to wind down. I also write."

He nodded appreciatively. "So you’re a creative person, huh."

"And she has a very pretty smile too."

Y/n felt her cheeks heating up already when she heard Lucien’s voice, but when she finally comprehended what he had said, she wondered if she’d just melt off.

God. Please, help me.

She tried not to meet his eyes, because even knowing him for barely a few hours, she knew he’d give her a knowing smirk, his eyes bright.

Cassian chuckled, and Y/n could feel everyone’s eyes on her.

Fuck.

Thankfully, Feyre and Rhysand finally arrived and took the attention away from her, and she felt like she could finally breathe again.

The couple asked what everyone wanted for dinner, bickering around for a few moments while Lucien, Elain, Azriel and Y/n watched.

Before long, Mor announced she was craving some barbecue, and when no one argued further, Rhys told everyone to gather on the back porch that faced the beach while he got the things out. When Y/n offered to help along with Feyre and Gwyn, Rhysand just told them to sit back and relax.

And then he dragged the other men with him.

Guess they won’t be getting any relaxing time.

The night passed almost too quickly to be natural, and Y/n already felt like she’d known these people for her whole life. Nesta and Gwyn refused to let anyone else talk to her because they were too busy asking her of all the books she’d read and inquiring whether she was planning on publishing.

Y/n could see Feyre pouting in the corner, but eventually Mor engaged her in a conversation, so Y/n’s guilt at not being able to give her friend enough time subsided.

When Nesta and Gwyn finally got distracted, Y/n leaned back, taking in the cool air when her neck prickled. Looking around, she met the gaze of Lucien from over the glowing barbeque, her cheeks flushing even when he hadn’t said or done anything. But he continued to look at her, the slightest tilt to those inviting lips.

Smug bastard.

When everything was cooked, Rhys called everyone to the outdoor dining table, the wood rich but warm, homey.

Y/n found two seats next to Gwyn, who beckoned her over. She smiled and had just settled down next to her new friend when she realised someone was sitting down next to her on the empty seat.

And it was not Feyre.

Mismatched eyes found her surprised gaze, and Lucien grinned at her.

"Lucien! That was my seat!"

He held eye contact with Y/n for a long moment before turning to a fuming Feyre. "Well, you can sit on my lap, darlin’. But I am already too comfortable in this seat to move."

Feyre huffed, the perfect picture of annoyance. But Y/n could see the glint in her eyes that told her that Feyre was having way too much fun right now watching Y/n blush.

When Feyre turned away to pout at her grinning fiance, Lucien leaned close to Y/n. "Or maybe, you can sit on my lap and I can give this seat to Feyre?"

Y/n turned away, trying to hide the warm flush on her skin at that. "I think Feyre will find herself another seat."

He chuckled quietly but let the topic go after that.

In the end, Feyre sat at the seat on the right of the head seat of the table, next to Lucien. Rhysand sat at the head, opposite Azriel, who occupied the seat on the other side of Gwyn, refusing to leave her side.

Everyone started to serve themselves, but just as Y/n was contemplating what to get, Lucien leaned past her, his scent enveloping her along with his warmth, and grabbed some grilled chicken.

"Try this, it’s good." With that, he put a few pieces on her plate, then continued to serve himself. He seemed so nonchalant, so careless as if he hadn’t just set Y/n’s heart on fire.

Like he wasn’t the reason she could not think straight.

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Y/n did not know how the days passed so quickly. Agreed, it was a four day getaway, and yet it felt like barely any time passed and it was already the day they had to return home.

If she had to be honest, she did not want to leave the bed. Her limbs felt like they were tied down, heavy metal placed on top to stop her from moving. She felt so tired, as if her body was trying to stay here just a little longer, and maybe being tired would get her to stay.

Which was the reason why she forced herself to push off the covers and set her legs on the cold, wood floor and traipsed sleepily towards the window to check if she had missed the sunrise again. She had been wanting to watch it since they all arrived, but every day for the past three days, she had slept away without a care.

She’d had to set an additional alarm to wake up earlier.

The sky outside was dark, almost blue. But she knew dawn wasn’t far off.

She hurried to freshen up, then walked down the stairs to get herself a glass of water.

After she had acquired her drink, she stepped out and settled down on the two seater swing on the back porch, under her own room’s balcony. The air was chilly, but not enough to have her want to get up and bring a shawl or something to keep herself warm.

She also felt really lazy as she began sipping on her water slowly.

Gosh, I love water.

She refrained from drinking anything that was not water or milk.

She was also lactose intolerant, but, who really cares about that.

Y/n had just leaned back, wrapping both her hands around her cup when she heard movement behind her. But she let herself relax, knowing it probably was Lucien.

That was one of the many things she’d learned about him in the past days.

He always woke up at dawn. He apparently then did some light gym when he could before breakfast, to keep himself in that drool worthy body.

His words, not mine.

Okay… Maybe mine.

And maybe, just maybe, Y/n had wanted to witness her first ever sunrise, had wanted to wake up earlier even though she disliked being up early just so she could spend some extra time with him.

Maybe.

It didn’t take him long to settle down beside her, his own cup of steaming beverage in hand. It looked like green tea to Y/n, who’d had experience with making it for her father nearly every day.

"Good morning." His voice was rough, the sleep evident in it.

Don’t blush, don't blush. He’s just said good morning.

She blushed. Just a little. "Morning."

"Sleep well?"

Y/n nodded, watching him from her peripherals as the swing dipped slightly with his added weight.

"Still sleepy though. First time I woke up by myself to watch the sunrise." She paused for a moment, glancing at him. His lips were curled to one side as he stared out over the beach, his gaze fixated to the horizon. She shrugged. "Usually it’s by my family dragging me and bullying me into waking up early."

He huffed out a chuckle, but after that let silence settle between them.

The air was so peaceful, it brought a sense of calm over Y/n.

Maybe she could get used to this.

The two sat and watched as the sun rose, so slowly but also too fast. Y/n wished to enjoy this time forever, wanted to continue taking in the soft orange and pink hues that painted the sky as the glowing ball of fire rose higher in the sky. Wanted to bask in the presence that nestled into the pillows next to her, wanted to ink the sound of his soft breathing permanently into her existence.

It was over too soon, and even though Y/n savoured every second of it, she could not help but feel a sense of longing the moment Lucien straightened. She did not want to let go of this moment just yet.

He seemed to think so too.

Just when she thought he’d get up and walk back inside, he turned his head to stare at her.

"So, who’s the cute guy you were talking about last night with Fey?"

Y/n’s lips quirked up, a sudden burst of boldness spurring her on. But she paused as she thought back to Feyre’s words the previous night.

"Do you like him?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Oh please, I see the way you blush when he’s near. I see the way he follows you around like a lost puppy. I am not naive, sweet pea."

Y/n sighed. "I guess he’s cute."

Feyre squealed. "You need to go on a date with him."

If Y/n gave him the truthful answer, would she be making a fool of herself? Would she be doing herself the biggest favour ever? Did he even like her that way?

Finally, she decided that if she never tried, she might regret it later.

Feeling her gaze on him, she turned, knowing he waited for her answer. He sported a cheeky grin, eyes half lidded, as if he was more relaxed than he’d ever been.

She leaned in conspiratorially.

"You."

His grin faded, and he sat up straighter.

"What?"

"You’re the cute guy we were talking about."

He blinked, and Y/n did her best to hide her smug smile at the way his ears darkened with colour.

"Are you joking or flirting?" he mumbled, brows furrowed.

Oh, so he can flirt, but can’t take the flirting?

She told herself to remember that tidbit for later.

Y/n could not help it then. She let loose the smirk that broke out of her, and leaned closer still, so close that she could feel his breath on her face, so close that she knew that if she were to inhale, his lingering cologne from the previous day would take over every one of her senses.

Maintaining eye contact, she whispered.

"Flirting."

He did not move anything except for his eyes as she stood, his gaze following her like a physical caress. Just before she turned the corner out of his eyesight, she glanced back at him.

And winked.

She watched as a disbelieving grin formed on his lips, and then decided that was enough flirting for a year at least and ascended the stairs back to her room.

Feyre will lose her mind.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, she no longer felt that burst of confidence that came out of nowhere. Suddenly, she was a blushing mess as she shoved her face into the pillows and tried to calm her racing heart.

Her phone pinged then.

Feyre: ‘Lucien just texted me asking for your number. Is it okay if I give it?’

Y/n bit her lip to keep away the flustered smile. Just as she told Feyre to give it to him, she texted back.

Feyre: ‘Is there something I need to know? Why are you up so early anyway?’

Y/n decided that was enough. Feyre could wait.

Who’s the cute guy?

You.

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I asked for a commission of my DC OC Shay from @jnephrite and look at my girl!! 😭 She so pretty I can't even😭😭😭 Always loved @jnephrite art so seeing Shay in hers is a blessing 🙏🏾

And since the fic is almost halfway through posting, I thought, might as well introduce Shay properly! EDIT: the fic, Awaking in Gotham, is now completed!

Full name: Shay Michelle Frank (♀) Occupation: Graphic Designer / YouTuber Height: 5'9"  Birthday: September 16th  ☀Virgo 🌙Aries ⬆Aquarius Proud African American/Haitian & Gothamite  Hobbies: Poetry, Arts, Rap/R&B music, help the Gotham North Community Center, Discover new artists (both musically and visual arts)

Shay was born and raised in Gotham, close to the infamous Crime Alley, by her maternal grandmother, Marie-Monique "Manmi Mo" Antoine, and with her 3 years older brother Zachary "Zee" Frank. Her mother died of childbirth (she had had complications with Zee which was why she was hospitalized when pregnant with Shay) so her whole family distrusted the American health system. This is why when her grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, they didn't go to the hospital and only went to the illegal clinic. (Also; money.) Her father is unknown. 

Ever since young, she went to the Gotham North Community Center, mostly run by the Black and Latinx communities of the Crime Alley neighbourhood. Her grandmother would teach the children about mostly Black literature but also all sorts of arts which is why Shay is such a creative person. That's also where she met Jason Todd for the first time when she was around 4-5.

Her brother very early on started to "run the streets" and started to hang out with bad crews, but always had his heart on his sleeves. He just couldn't find other ways to get money to make sure Shay had the right education/a chance away from crime.

Her grandma died when she was almost 17 and her brother died not even 4 weeks later (2 weeks after her 17th birthday) because of a dispute between gangs. (Allegedly) 

After her grandma and Zee died, she went to live in Metropolis with her second-degree cousin, Jennifer Antoine, until she graduated from university. Even when in Metropolis, she would go as much as she could back to Gotham to see her people/help the center.

She started a YouTube channel talking about Gotham's art and musical scene to change people's persepective of Gotham after too many people at Metropolis U "pitied" her for being a Gothamite. 

As soon as she was about to graduate, she applied to work at Wayne Entreprise back in Gotham. She got a job as a graphic designer and moved back to her city.

At the start of the fic, "Awaking in Gotham", she is 22 and has been working at WE for almost a year.

Read more about Shay (and her love story with Jason) on AO3! (Trying to update every week!)

Random notes about Shay:

As I wrote in the fic's notes, the first reason for creating Shay was: who the fuck would stay in Gotham that isn't a criminal and/or a vigilante??

So I created a black girl who loves her community and sees all it could be while being very conscious of what it is and its dangers. Then I went, hey! she'd be good with Jason while I was starting my Jason Todd Thirst so obv my fic turned into romance. lol

The name comes from Belgian rapper Shay, Montreal-based singer Shay Lia, and Haitian Montreal-based singer Shah Frank. As I was creating Shay I was obsessed with all three of them and the name Shay Frank wouldn't leave me.

Ngl, I gave a lot of me to Shay; like her Haitian roots and GAD but very quickly she went her own way and grew in this character I'm proud of. I'd like to say I also gave her my music taste but she is way more into hip-hop than me and she rejects most of my pop playlists (sadly).

Because Shay was based on me, all her entourage I created is based on people in my rl. lol

I also absolutely wanted her to be friends with Bernard because I absolutely love Bernard (and Bat SO who are civilians? Tim and Jason bonding over the fact their SO are the only civilians in the Batfam?! So many fun things to do!!)

Zee is also a character that I love, based on one of my favourite cousins, and I got lowkey mad at myself halfway through that he was dead. So I have an AU where he didn't die in my head lol 

I'd like to write a oneshot of it when I'm done with this fic.

Last fun fact about Shay that I wasn't able to put in fic yet: all the rogues annoy her (mostly because they cause mayhem that cancel events) but she madly respects Poison Ivy because of her convictions and: "is she wrong tho?" 

I have a lot of other small notes about Shay and the Shay-verse but I'll post the rest when the fic is completed!

EDIT 2024-10-04: I completely forgot to add the link to the post fic notes! So if you read Awaking in Gotham do check those other notes!

[ladsofsorrow24]

i can't choose which one i like that fits the fic, so... let's just post both of them lol

based of this fic btw, i really enjoy it... i love the interactions between lil yu and adashu, the mix of childhood summer holiday and the angst of trying to mend a broken relationship as an adult is so refreshing and fun to read. it's nostalgic but also... a painful experience. i love it.

btw, as usual, commission link here -> (x)

[alchemyofhearts]

Going down the rabbit hole of TCG (I almost wrote TCM lol), another pic! And yes, for the same friend; have you figured out the fic yet? ;)

Or are you here to just admire the colours. You know what, same here. Based taste, you lovely viewers.

Art commissioned from WaffleCaramel on Etsy! Permission granted from them to post here! :)

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hii Petri, I want to request for headcanons please, it's maze runner boys x fem!reader and she was one of the first to go up in the box, she's been in the glade for enough time to pass for the transition of 'cute little girl who's happend to be there with a lot of boys' to 'really hot girl in the middle of tons os guys', and I want to see the moment that clicked for each one of them that "oh, she's a girl". I think it would be fun cause they're a bunch of virgin dudes stuck in a place with only one girl that they know since "forever" and then suddenly she's not that little kid anymore and it clicks that they'd could be the one to date her.

I am completely doing my requests out of order, but I really like this idea and headcanons are so much easier lol.

Also no Newt here, the boy likes men.

DEVELOPMENT

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, awkward teenage boys, you're the boss, everyone is useless, mild suggestive themes, the Thomas one is really bad 'cause I had no way of actually writing that based on this prompt.

You were the first person in the Glade, a young girl with no memories or idea what you were doing. Yet, somehow, you managed to survive for a whole month on your own. Then, one after another, the boys started joining you. And you went from soft girl to a leader they could rely on - though, it takes them a bit to notice this.

THOMAS

Being one of the later arrivals to the Glade, Thomas doesn't have the same reaction the others do.

You're just a badass from day one to him.

He thinks you're cool and calculated and you seem to know what you're doing.

He respects you from day one.

He doesn't get to have the whole realising you're cool moment that everyone else does.

He just thinks you're sick.

And he's like, stressed as shit, so he doesn't really have the time to think otherwise.

MINHO

Now, this is where it gets interesting.

Minho was one of the first boys to follow you into the Maze, just after Alby and Newt.

So he's witnessed your whole transformation.

From the early days of exploring the Maze together, to you making him Keeper, to the drunken nights where he'd had a rough day and you had to drag him to bed.

You've been together through thick and thin.

And some of Minho's confidence has definitely rubbed off on you.

The moment where Minho realised you were in face a girl, and not the one he first met was actually quite simple.

You'd had a long night, and with one of your Runners out of commission, you realised you hadn't told Minho to cover another route that day as you'd made arrangements for a new Runner to do a more simpler route- which meant switching up everyone's routines.

Fresh out of bed, wearing a sports bra and baggy trousers that hung off your hips, you went to the Map Room.

It wasn't uncommon for you to dress like this. The Glade is warm, and you basically mothered all these boys.

You whistled as you entered, gaining their attention.

"Oi, boys, listen up - I'm switching routes around today. With Sam off on sick and Darren being new, he's taking the easiest route. Minho, I need you to deal with covering the outer sections more. And Ben I need you to stick to your path for a change instead of going awol - your maps make no sense."

"Aw, what? But that's boring."

"I ain't shuckin' askin', Ben - do as you're told."

Oh.

Oh God.

Minho doesn't know why this is what made it click.

His eyes fell on your body, your words becoming static as he drunk in your figure.

Had you always been this attractive?

Had you always been this assertive?

Was Minho into dominant women?

Should he be concerned?

After this point onwards, Minho started looking at you differently.

In fact, you became the only thing he couldn't take his eyes off.

Minho would go from your confident and reliant friend to slightly awkward, but also occasionally flirty.

Like he can't actually decide what to do with you now.

It'd take a while, but after some near death experiences, he'd become more outwardly flirtatious.

Though, he still wouldn't be able to get over the admiration and awe for you.

GALLY

Gally would be your number one problem child in the Glade.

He always has been.

But, you normally left Alby or Newt to deal with him.

Especially at the start since he's a big dude with a big temper.

Gally always saw you unfit as a leader.

Too timid, quiet, anxious.

You name it, he thought it.

That was until the day him and Minho got in a particularly nasty fight.

You don't know why or what it was, but Gally had gone for the Runner. Alby was busy sorting out the Maps, and in light of Newt's recent injury - it was left up to you.

Jeff came running into your hut, panicking about the fight, leading you to running out after him.

"That's enough!"

You grabbed the boys, yanking Gally away by his collar.

"The shuck do you slintheads think you're doing?"

"He started it!"

"I did not!"

You'd had a hard day.

You didn't need this.

"I don't give two klunks who started it! We ain't got much choice to act like adults 'round here - and you two are actin' like diaper-klunkin' sissy babies! Get a shuckin' grip! I expect better."

Minho apologised quickly.

Gally did not.

"What? Why should I apologise when this shank can't shut his mouth?"

Well, you weren't having that.

"Because I shucking told you to. You're under my care and my order- what I say goes. You may be a Keeper, but that's up to me. Suck it up and do as you're told."

"...sorry.

"Better. Get back to work."

The way that Gally watched you walk away made it obvious to everyone who witnessed the scene that something had changed.

He'd always seen you as weak and a pointless leader, but now?

You'd put him in his place.

Initially, he was embarrassed.

But then he started seeing everything around the Glade, the power you actually held.

He also started to notice how attractive you actually had become.

Safe to say, he started to feel things after you basically called him a bitch.

He'd start showing you more respect after that.

Maybe a bit more than respect.

FRYPAN

Frypan has always liked you.

He's always respected you and been a good friend.

And he used to make sure that you were okay when things got too much.

But as you got older and more confident, you started to not need that comfort as much.

Unlike the others, there wouldn't be a specific moment where he realised.

He'd just be proud as he watched you grow as a person.

And you'd take charge.

It'd be a slow burn of feelings from friendship to genuinely having a crush on you.

You'd make sure his kitchen is always stocked and the Track-hoes do their job and the vegetables are up to scratch.

Though, his feelings came more with the physical transformation side of things.

You hit puberty, and went from being awkward to confident along with it.

Now, Frypan is probably one of the more respectful guys around.

But he can't help but stare when you bend over, or stretch or even just look at him with a smirk.

He's a teenage boy and you're the only girl around.

He's trying his best.

Though he did go from:

"Hey, everything okay? You look stressed."

To:

"H-hey uh, you uh, you need help, or...?"

Man's is down bad.

ALBY

Alby would probably be the person you're closest to.

He's the mouth and the power to your brain

You basically work side by side.

But, he'd always see you as someone he needed to look after and protect.

Then, as you grew up, came into yourself, that would change.

Especially when you started actually being in charge.

For the most part, he really doesn't care.

He noticed the others starting to act differently, but he didn't change much.

Apart from that one time you'd just come out of the shower.

And he just couldn't take his eyes off you.

And he kinda realised you're a woman.

But apart from that.

He's just... there.

Helping you lead.

Sorry for disappearing, this is not my best work but I am currently in full corpse mode.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed :))

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Important News + Schedule 💕 🎉 💟 ✨

Since I want 2024 to be a year filled with nothing but writing progress for me, I've decided to work less on short fics so that I can focus more on my ao3 uploads and my multi-chapter Caleb x Clara (My Wittewife) story that I've been secretly working on.

It's titled "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human".

(Commission art here)

This is going to be my first time ever writing a full-length fic, and I'm very excited, but also very nervous lol. 😆 😅

NOW DON'T YOU WORRY FOLKS WHO ENJOY READING THE SHORT FICS.

I'LL STILL WRITE THEM SINCE I LOVE DOING THEM + I TOO HAVE IDEAS I WANNA SEE GET WRITTEN + I WILL GET TO ALL THE ONES IN MY INBOX EVENTUALLY, I just won't write them as much.

Of course, anyone and everyone is still welcome to send requests and their headcanons or other stuff sincs my inbox is and has always been open (I'll also answer short stuff too.) 💕 💚 👍 ✅ .

When it comes to my ao3 uploads, I believe that if I upload at least one piece of old content each week, I can get a lot of written content on the site before 2025 (and I'll be able to grow my fan base of readers lol).

Anyway, I think I've said enough lol.

Now, here's the schedule for this week.

Sunday 12 / 31 - "Like To Love You (The Written Animatic)" - (December 31st is Caleb's birthday [Personal headcanon of mine. Wrote a story about it last year.], and we get a cute montage of Clara [My Wittewife] making sure he has the best day ever!) [I USUALLY DON'T ADD SUNDAYS TO MY SCHEDULES BUT TOMMORROW IS AN EXCEPTION. Requested by no one, it's purely self-indulgent lol.] (Fic here.)

Monday 1 / 1 - An ao3 upload (here).

Tuesday 1 / 2 - An ao3 upload (here) and (here)

Wednesday 1 / 3 - An ao3 upload (here.)

Thursday 1 / 4 - I WILL TRY TO FINISH THIS! 😭 (It's for the full length fic). (I FINISHED IT)

Friday 1 / 5 - Post chapter titles for "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human". Of course, I won't beat myself up if I can't, BUT I WILL TRY TO. 😭 (They are here.)

Saturday 1 / 6 - Post commission cover art for "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human". I spoke to a mutual of mine who does a lot of commission art for me and she said that she can have the piece done by then, so hooray!!! 💕 🎉 (Art here)

[misssmina]

Hey! It's me again who enjoys your characterization of Izuku and the other characters. I know you already have planned to wait until the end of the series to do a character assessment of the green curly haired teen, but I am actually cooking something-

I am cooking a fanfic of an Izuku x reader one-shot where they have a class reunion a decade later and I was thinking how would an adult Izuku be like as a pro-hero and civilian. Regarding his genuine and compassionate traits as well as his sassy and bold traits, would he be alot more bold and confident? Or would it be a mix of all of his traits increased higher since Izuku can emontionally adapt to the environment around him?

Reader is a pragmatic, logical and docile character who isn't a pro-hero but works as a high ranking Hero Commission Officer that manages Public Relations and Partnerships. While it has been a while since they have seen each other because they were in different departments at UA, but Izuku has seen her in seminars and admires her tenacity and logical comprehension skills on PR, while she admires Izuku's compassion and determination as a hero which inspired her own drive of career.

Sounds alot and I apologize, but I wonder how he'd be like as an adult in his 20s, considering reader can be sassy when her pride is being challenged or being teased. So I wonder how the personality dynamics would be with him meeting her at a reunion

Hello again my love 🩷 I absolutely love this idea and I’m sorry I can’t do a CC on him yet to help you but I will tell you this.

The best part about Izuku is that he’s such a normal guy. He’s not mean, or scary, or overly flirtatious. He’s just like a normal guy that you’d meet in any random place and have a fairly pleasant conversation with.

I think in his professional life he can probably come off as more confident and bold in press conferences or interviews but if you can’t him incognito in a bookstore or something he’s just a sweet kind of awkward guy. The way you behave while working, especially at a high stress job, is probably not how you act off the clock.

So now, in regards to your fic, a lot of how they act initially towards each other will be based off of what the remember about each other from school. Was Y/N cold or standoffish during their brief interactions at UA? Then he’ll probably come off as kind of awkward at the reunion. Was she warm but quiet? Then he’ll probably be pretty sweet on her. Also! He still has traits he remembers liking about her, so even if it’s awkward at first, he’ll probably nerd out about all the work he’s seen her involved in.

If as adults, they’re both sweet and logical people, they’d probably have a very sweet and doting relationship. And being that the both can get sassy when their intellect is challenged, they’d either be the type that have to calm one another down or they start absolutely losing it for each others sake.

I hope that helped lol

[mewtwowarrior]

In honor of Tron Day, here's my project for my Tron OC Ark that I've been working on or a while now!

I used this base with some modifications to it for everything:

Iyzel Reaar's F2U Female Ref Base

The main modifications I did were to mirror half of it so I didn't have to figure out how to draw the circuits twice, erase certain features I'm not sure Basic programs have, and make the lines solid.

I used Windows 11 Paint's line and shape tools to draw the circuits, with adding a few pixels here and there when needed.

I used the GNU Image Manipulation Program for a lot of the color editing I did and for layering the textures.

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The first two are Ark's base circuits, along with the red rectified version of them for Mars.

I used my friend @quesadillawizard's art and design for Ark - Ark's circuits are based off ones from the DS version of Evolution and Wolfy added more features to them.

I used the reference he made for me to make the circuits and referenced this sketch as well.

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The next two are the Tron/Renegade circuits from Uprising, in both gray and black, as seen in the show.

@tucatalog was super helpful for references!

I mainly used two posts of theirs:

I looked at a few others as well, but I have a list of 50+ of their posts and were flipping between them, so I'm not entirely sure which others I used.

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The next two are Grid scar versions of the Tron/Renegade circuits.

In Ark's backstory, she was captured and tortured by the Occupation. I've played around with different scar configurations for her and I love the idea of them literally carving the Tron circuits out/off of her.

I decided to do a little something different for the scars, I've tried another technique that wasn't much fun, and I'm not sure how to mimic the scars from Uprising.

So, I took some textures I got from Etsy and layered them over each other to try to make something interesting.

Textures I used:

Gemstone Crush

Iridescent Textures

Glassy Textures

Iridescent Glass

Sparkly Glitter

Fake Glitter Particles

I'm not sure if most of these came through, I figured out the glitter ones did a lot of the heavy lifting I wanted, so they're the most visible ones and the ones on top.

Anyway, one is just the Renegade scars and the other is the scars overlaid on Ark's circuits.

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The last two are the circuits and scars over a skintone for circumstances when Ark ends up in the User world.

I like the thought of program circuits being barely visible in the User world, with just a hint of faint iridescence when the light hits them just right.

One of the textures from this pack fit my idea fairly well, so that's what I used:

Iridescent Textures

The scars are the ones I made earlier with a skin tone color overlay to make them blend in.

This is what I started this project for, as I wanted a visual for an RP and a potential fic.

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I've done a smaller scale version of this before, that time I made the scars by repeatedly scribbling over the circuits with multiple different colors, which hurt my hand, lol:

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Anyway, that's my project! It's not perfect, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out!

A big thanks to @quesadillawizard and @proto-actual for looking them over!

Happy Tron Day!

[madangel19]

Insatiable

Finally finished the SPICY Swiss/Delia fic based on the commission I got from @floating-goblin-art which can be found here X .This started out pretty simple and then it got very self indulgent the more I wrote X3

Anyways, enjoy ya'll!

Tags: BIG breeding kink, weed use (good ol slut weed lol), p in v sex, cum eating, biting, feral!Swiss, blood drinking, lots of ghoul cuddles, missionary sex, doggy style, fingering (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), mirror sex, nipple play, quintessence use, it's filthy but also very sweet, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink

Words: 5348

The enticing smell of quintessence, incense and weed was heavy in the air, putting Delia at ease as she laid her head in Swiss’s lap. Being around him was blissful, but moments just like this where it was just the two of them were absolutely heavenly. 

It had been a long day for the both of them and when Cumulus offered to watch the kits, they gladly accepted and were quick to get back to Swiss’s room. They began watching a movie, but after smoking together, the movie was now long forgotten. 

Delia smiled up at Swiss lazily as he took another drag from a joint. Fuck, he was so handsome. He had taken his shirt off the more they smoked together, making his lap all the more comfy as she nuzzled against his soft belly and kissed it every few moments. He had been complaining some about losing his abs after the kits had hatched, but Delia reassured him that he was fine and that she and the kits loved his new softness. 

Swiss noticed her watching him and he smiled back at her, purple heart-shaped clouds curling from his lips as he draped his tail around her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“You want some more, sweetheart?” He asked, gently running his claws through her hair.

“I do,” Delia murmured, pursing her lips for him. 

Swiss chuckled and brought the joint to her lips. Delia eagerly took it and held it between two fingers, taking a long drag. She felt like she could melt right into her beloved ghoul as she exhaled. Swiss breathed in some of the smoke with a purr, his head rolling back.

“Fuck, I think this is Mountain’s best batch yet,” he murmured, breathing another purple heart.

“You say that about every batch he makes, babe,” Delia giggled.

Swiss hummed in response, reaching down to grab the joint that Delia held. He seemed to move in slow motion before he went past her hand and grabbed a hold of the front of her bra. Delia giggled when his eyes went wide and he looked down at her again, giving her soft breast a squeeze.

“You missed, babe,” she chimed, biting her lip playfully. 

The perplexed look in his purple eyes soon became mischievous as he gave her breast another squeeze. Delia closed her eyes in pure bliss and placed her hand over his. His hands were so warm.

“Nah, I got just what I want, sweetheart,” he purred, grabbing a hold of both of her breasts. His tail tightened around her thigh, the tip of it inching closer to the front of her panties. 

Delia let out a soft moan as he continued squeezing her breasts. They had gotten all the more sensitive since having his kits. A change that Swiss adored and he always took time to get his hands on them any chance he got. 

“Is…Is there anything else you want, Daddy?” Delia asked, eager to get out of the bra that she was sure would be torn to shreds in the next few moments if she didn’t ask soon.

“Just you. C’mere. I need ya closer, sweetheart,” he murmured, stopping what he was doing to motion to her with two fingers.

Delia slowly sat up, swaying to and fro drunkenly before giggling and attempting to unhook her bra. Her fingers struggled against the hooks and she looked back at Swiss for help. Before she could say a word, Swiss pulled her back into his lap, her back facing him.

“You don’t even have to say anything, baby,” Swiss purred as he unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. Delia smiled, leaning against him as he wrapped his arms around her belly. He purred loudly, his chest rumbling against her back as he buried his face in her shoulder and took in a deep breath while slowly kneading her stomach like a giant kitten.

“You smell so good, Delia,” he murmured, planting multiple kisses along her shoulder before going up to her neck. Delia shivered in delight, arching her neck to give him more access. The ghoul eagerly kissed along her neck before giving it a playful nibble.

“Mm, I could just eat you up,” he whispered, biting a bit harder on a sensitive spot, getting another soft moan from Delia. 

“You…You got the munchies, Daddy?” Delia asked, wiggling her ass against his lap and smiling when she felt him get hard beneath her. 

“I sure do. I know we got snacks, but I got something far tastier right here,” Swiss growled against her neck. 

“It’s me,” Delia giggled.

“Delia?”

“Yes, Swiss?”

“Turn around please.”

He had stopped kissing her neck. Curious, Delia turned around, straddling his lap now. She wrapped her arms around his neck, noticing how his eyes roamed up and down her body before locking eyes with her. The pull of his quintessence mixed with the intoxicating high made her head all the more fuzzier and eager for his love.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he purred before pulling her into a hungry kiss. Delia eagerly kissed him back, greedily taking his tongue in her mouth. Swiss moaned into her mouth, his hands going down to squeeze her ass as he grinded his hips against her. 

Delia tasted a perfect blend of his aphrodisiac and the weed which filled her lungs and left her hungry for more. 

“I love you,” she moaned into the kiss.

“I love ya more,” Swiss moaned back, pulling her closer into him as he deepened the kiss. 

Delia was starting to feel light-headed the more she kissed him. She buried her hands into his locs, keeping him close as she gyrated her hips against his. She needed him more than anything.

She wanted to keep kissing him, but she had to pull away to take a breath with a soft gasp. Swiss chuckled darkly and gave her a quick kiss that led to him gently biting on her lower lip, drawing blood and making her squeak at the pain. 

“Ah, that was hard, love,” Delia said, licking her lip and tasting blood.

“Then I’ll have to kiss it better, sweetheart,” Swiss replied, kissing her lip and licking up the blood. Delia continued wiggling her ass against his hard cock, eager to free it from his pants soon.

“Satanas, you even taste sweeter, Delia. I should knock you up again if it means making you taste and feel amazing,” Swiss purred, pulling away and licking her blood off his lips. Delia felt her cheeks grow warm at the thought of carrying more of his kits. They obviously couldn’t conceive now, but she was going to let him have his fantasy tonight if it meant being fucked silly by him.

“You absolutely should, Daddy,” she purred, touching her lip with a single finger and pulling it back to see the warm blood coating it. She gave Swiss a knowing look and there was a hungry glint in his eyes as he took her hand and slowly sucked the blood off her finger. She couldn’t help but admire how his lips looked around her finger and she quickly imagined how his lips would look around one of the other ghoul’s hard cocks. 

“That’s hot,” she murmured, already feeling a warm sensation building up between her legs. 

“Mm, yeah. You know I’ve had a lot of practice sucking. Pretty sure I’m the second best at it in the church. Right behind Papa,” Swiss chuckled once he was done with her finger. Delia hummed in response, thinking of other things he could be sucking on right now. 

“You know, I got something for you to suck right here, Daddy,” she purred, taking his hand and placing it over the front of her wet panties. Swiss let out a rumbling purr, licking his lips before sticking a finger inside her panties. Delia shivered, holding on to him tight as he gently prodded at her slick folds with one finger and then two.

“Mm, you’re already this wet, sweetheart?” The ghoul questioned.

“I’ll always be wet for my ghoul,” Delia said.

Swiss chuckled and continued using his fingers on her. He soon got a hold of her clit and began massaging it, bringing forth an assortment of pleasant moans from Delia. 

“How badly do you want me to eat you, Delia?” Swiss asked, stopping what he was doing and making Delia groan. 

“More…More than anything. Please…Please eat my…my pussy…and fill it up with…everything you got,” she moaned, burying her face in his shoulder. There was silence from Swiss before a dark chuckle filled the air.

“What’s the magic word, sweetheart?”

“Please?”

“Keep going.”

“Pretty please?”

“You’re close.”

“You’re torturing me, Swiss,” Delia moaned, lightly smacking his back. His whole body rumbled as he chuckled again.

“Come on, sweetheart. You can do it,” he purred, pushing a finger into her once before quickly pulling it out. Delia grunted, biting her lip and tasting blood. She needed more.

“Please….fuck me silly, Big Daddy,” she whispered in his ear, getting another pleasant rumble from him that vibrated against her skin.

“That’s a good girl. Lay down,” Swiss ordered, pulling his fingers from her panties. They were coated with her slick and he eagerly licked his fingers clean.

Delia blushed and did as she was told. She felt like she was a part of the bed as Swiss hummed and moved to plant kisses along her stomach, making her giggle as his stubble tickled her skin. It wasn’t long before he was kissing along her thigh and rubbing his face along it like a giant kitten. She wanted more than anything to just take her panties off now, but she knew Swiss would be doing that any moment now. 

“Look at that. A whole meal for me,” Swiss purred, caressing the front of her panties before planting a kiss over the fabric. Delia shivered when he ran his tongue over her panties. It was slow. Agonizingly slow, but knowing Swiss, he was going to get them off sooner than later, especially if he was high and craving her. 

“All for you, Daddy,” Delia moaned, watching him with half-lidded eyes full of adoration.

The ghoul smirked and kissed the front of her panties again before slowly taking them off with his teeth. Delia felt her heart skip a beat before suddenly remembering the last time she let him do something like this.

“Don’t you dare eat them, Swiss. I like these panties,” she grumbled, gripping the sheets as she watched him like a hawk.

“But they taste like you and you have plenty of the same type. I’m sure it’s okay if I save these for later,” Swiss crowed, holding up her panties and bringing them to his nose. He inhaled her scent, moaning as his free hand went down to palm his front where there was an obvious wet spot growing.

“Satanas, I’m already leaking and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he murmured, getting another whiff of her panties before tossing them to the side. 

“Well, hurry and eat your dinner, Daddy,” Delia said, spreading her legs for him and beckoning him to come closer. 

Swiss gazed at her hungrily before laying in between her legs, gripping her soft thighs as he eagerly sucked on her slick pussy. Delia cried out and immediately wrapped her thighs around his head, bringing him closer. Swiss didn’t object and continued sliding his long tongue deep within her folds. 

“Ah, fuck me!” She cried out, not caring if any other ghoul heard her from outside the room.

“Soon, sweetheart. Be patient,” Swiss purred, his voice muffled between her legs. 

Delia could hear his tail thumping excitedly against the bed, something he often did whenever he ate her out. He was always so eager like a puppy whenever he got the chance to be between her legs. It was absolutely adorable.

Swiss began giving her clit attention by sucking on it. His quintessence took ahold of her again, making her feel like she was melting right into the bed. All she could feel was his hot tongue ravaging her mixed with his claws gently digging into her flesh. She looked up at the ceiling and she swore she saw stars when she felt herself inching ever so close to orgasm. Swiss hit a sweet spot when he pushed a finger into her while sucking right on her clit and she felt like she was going to burst with pleasure.

“Guh…Don’t…Don’t stop! Right…Right there!” she stammered, her thighs quivering around Swiss’s head as she tightened her grip on him. 

Swiss smiled against her pussy as he continued pleasuring her. Delia’s moans got louder the closer she got until her orgasm finally washed over her. She cried out his name as she arched her back and spilled herself into Swiss’s mouth who eagerly lapped up every drop of her. Delia sighed, her mouth still hanging open as she loosened her legs from around his head and relaxed back into the bed once her orgasm ran its course on her.

“So sweet,” Swiss moaned, gazing up at her lovingly as he continued licking at her pussy. Delia smiled, eager to kiss him and taste herself on his tongue. 

“Get over here and kiss me, Daddy,” she purred, holding out her arms to him.

“Say no more, sweetheart,” the ghoul purred, giving her pussy one last sloppy kiss before crawling into her open arms. 

His purrs rumbled through his chest, making the bed vibrate as he pulled her into another kiss. Delia closed her eyes in pure bliss when she felt her sweetness on his tongue when he pushed it into her mouth. The ghoul deepened the kiss, holding her tightly against his chest and even wrapping his tail around her middle. There was no escaping him now. 

“So good,” Swiss moaned into the kiss, reaching down to cup her breasts. Delia felt lightheaded now. This was perfect. Beyond perfect. 

Moments passed and Delia pulled away to breathe and lick her lips. She smiled at her beloved and giggled drunkenly as he kissed her along her neck. 

“You know, I was thinking about what we could name our future kits, Delia,” Swiss said, pulling away from her neck and sitting up.

“Oh? What were you thinking of, love?” Delia replied, eyeing his sweatpants and seeing the tip of his cock peeking out from the top. Swiss noticed where she was looking and he smiled that all-too-familiar smile as he made quick work of taking them off, freeing his cock. Delia laid back and spread her legs for him, eager to have him inside her.

“We name them after different cheeses. Just think about it. It’ll be perfect,” he said with an excited glimmer in his eyes.

Delia paused, her legs still spread wide as she looked up at him in surprise. There were quite a lot of different cheeses out there. Cheese was a cute name, but would the other cheese names out there be good fits for her future kits?

“That…isn’t a bad idea, but what names did you have in mind, Swiss?” She asked. 

“Ahh, there’s so many, sweetheart. I really like Brie, Cheddar and Feta. They’d be perfect names and there’s plenty more too,” Swiss said, grabbing her buttery soft hips and bringing her closer to him. Those names weren’t bad, but names weren’t important right now as Swiss knelt, pressing his cock against her wet pussy.

“We can talk more about that later. You have to knock me up first, Daddy,” Delia purred.

“With pleasure, Delia,” Swiss purred back, gently digging his claws into her hips as he slowly pushed his full length into her. Delia gasped, gazing up at him in awe as he filled every inch of her. He was already so wet and so fucking hot. Swiss groaned, closing his eyes in concentration as he thrusted again and again, going deeper with each move.

“Delia…You’re…You’re like a fuckin’ slide,” he moaned, his tail wrapped around her thigh, squeezing it with each thrust. 

“Well, you are the master of foreplay, Daddy. You always do such an amazing job,” Delia cooed, reaching up to caress his cheek. Swiss smiled, turning to kiss her palm before playfully nibbling at it, winking at her as he continued slamming into her with more intensity. 

Delia couldn’t think straight now as her cries of pleasure got louder by the second. With each hard thrust, Swiss filled her head with his quintessence, making her all the more needy and lightheaded. She needed him all over.

“Swiss…I need…Ah…I need you…Fuck…I need all of you on me. You’re so far away and…and I wanna look at you and…and kiss you,” she moaned, her cheeks growing warm at suggesting the missionary position. Swiss slowed down, chittering down at her in confusion.

“What do you want me to do, Delia?” He asked.

“Just smother me, Daddy. I want to be pinned under you,” she begged.

Swiss was silent for a moment before a mischievous smirk formed on his lips. 

“What’s the magic word, Delia?” He asked, moving to hover just inches over her. The ghoul cocked his head to the side, a knowing look in his eyes. He really wasn’t making this easy for her. 

“Please…smother me, Daddy. Pretty please with a…a cherry on top,” she murmured.

“Good girl,” Swiss purred, pinning her to the bed with ease. Delia grunted at the sudden weight on top of her, but she quickly adjusted and kissed Swiss’s cheek.

“You like that, Delia?” He asked while pushing himself into her again.

“Fuck…yes,” Delia moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on tight. The ghoul hummed in response before his expression turned to bliss, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out as he picked up the pace. He let out a sound that was a mix between a growl and a moan, his eyes going from purple to red before staying that glowing purple Delia loved so dearly. Purple smoke began pouring from his open mouth and Delia eagerly breathed it in.

“I love you, Swiss. I…fucking love you!” She cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into another heated kiss. The ghoul’s tongue ravaged her mouth once again as he relentlessly pounded into her. He hissed into the kiss, sending shivers running down Delia’s spine. It was terrifying but also so fucking hot. 

“Delia…Mine,” Swiss moaned into the kiss.

“Yours,” Delia moaned back, tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes when he began hitting her sweet spot.

Swiss’s grip on her hips tightened as his thrusts became all the more frantic and uneven. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but they had all night. The ghoul’s body trembled against hers as he pulled away from the kiss and buried his face in her shoulder, his sharp teeth pressed against her skin.

“I…I need to bite you, Delia,” he murmured, licking at her shoulder. Delia already felt a numbness where he licked her and she prepped herself for what was to come next. 

“You can bite me, Swiss,” she said, reaching up and petting the top of his head. The ghoul hissed and bit into her shoulder. Delia flinched once when she felt his sharp teeth on her, but it quickly turned to pleasure as the satisfying numbness and his quintessence replaced the pain.

“Swiss,” she moaned, the weight of her world crushing her beautifully as she felt another orgasm quickly approaching. 

The ghoul moaned into her shoulder before he finally came. He slowly pumped her full of his hot seed, holding on to her tight as if his life depended on it. Delia continued running her fingers through his locs as he filled her up, more tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes as she came again with a cry. She clenched around him, her juices squirting from around his cock and making the warmth between them all the more intense. 

Swiss was panting when he stopped thrusting into her and pulled away from her shoulder. His mouth was bloody, some of it dripping onto Delia’s chest as he breathed heavily over her. He was beautiful. Delia couldn’t take her eyes off of him as she stared up at him, breathless. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh before smiling at him lovingly. Swiss was still panting before he smirked and rested his head on her chest, nuzzling her breasts and licking up the blood that stained them.

“Amazing,” Delia whispered, petting the space between his horns as he continued licking her breasts. 

Swiss purred, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace, his cock still buried deep inside her. The ghoul lazily moved his hips, slowly fucking her. Delia closed her eyes, loving all the attention he was getting.

“Gotta make sure it all stays inside you, sweetheart,” Swiss murmured, flashing a bloody smile at her before lapping up at her numb and tingly shoulder.

“Of course. You do what you need to do, love. We have all night so you have plenty of tries to knock me up,” Delia replied.

“Perfect,” the ghoul purred, still licking her wounded shoulder. 

Delia laid there, loving the weight that pinned her to the bed. She was sleepy, but some snacks and a drink would surely wake her up and have her ready for more rounds with her beloved. 

Swiss was still licking at her shoulder, purring loudly. Delia tried to get a look at the damage, but she couldn't see much with his head in the way.

“Did you…Did you bite too hard, Swiss?” She asked. 

“It’s not bad. You just…taste so good and…I’m getting hungry,” Swiss replied, pulling away from her shoulder and licking his lips clean. Delia felt a jolt of fear in her heart which she quickly pushed away. Fear made humans all the more delectable to ghouls, but Swiss would never try to harm her like that. 

“Well, do you need a snack, love?” She asked, gesturing to the nightstand that held an assortment of snacks. Swiss looked over at the snacks and then back to her before he chuckled and laid his head back on her chest.

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart. That small amount of blood will hold me over for a bit,” he said before he pulled out of her and moved to lay beside her. Delia cuddled close to him, her fear melting away when she felt his fingers replace his cock. They massaged her slick pussy, pushing his seed deeper into her. Delia got a look at her shoulder and saw the bite mark that was already nearly healed. The bleeding had stopped, but it was definitely going to leave a mark that she was going to display with pride. 

“There we go. All of that hot cheese is all up in there,” Swiss crowed, pulling his fingers out of her. Delia burst into a fit of giggles, her cheeks going red. The cheese puns were going to be nonstop, especially when he got her pregnant again.

“You like that, Delia?” He asked.

“I thought it was pretty cheesy, but I love it,” Delia giggled before kissing all over his face. The ghoul hummed in content, his tail thumping against the bed once again. 

Delia kissed him, relishing in the wonderful taste of her blood mixed with their combined love. It was simply intoxicating. Seconds passed and Swiss pulled away from the kiss to give her breasts attention once again. Delia bit her lip as he groped and licked at them, taking extra care to suck on her swollen nipples. She instinctively held his head close to her chest, letting him take his time. 

“How are you so perfect, Delia?” Swiss moaned, looking up at her in adoration, his large hands still cupping her breasts. He was hard again, his cock pressed against her legs.

“I don’t know. I guess I just am,” Delia giggled. 

“Well, you just need to see how perfect you are, Delia. You see that mirror over there?” Swiss asked, using his tail to point across the room. Delia looked to where he was pointing and saw the mirror that stood across from the bed. It was placed against the wall, showing the two of them perfectly. 

“I…I see it,” Delia said, her whole body growing warm as she realized what he probably had in mind. 

“I wanna fuck you from behind so you can see just how amazing you are in the mirror,” Swiss purred, sitting up on the bed and patting the spot in front of him. Delia would have refused something like that in the past, but now, she adored the idea.

“That sounds amazing, love,” she chimed, sitting up and crawling over to sit in front of him. She grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it in front of her to help with propping herself up. 

“Just look at you now, Delia. You’ve always been beautiful, but you’re fucking stunning right now,” Swiss cooed, sitting behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle, giving her stomach a loving squeeze. Delia smiled at what she saw and placed her hands over his. They were so tiny in comparison to the ghouls. 

“It won’t be long now until you’re full of my kits. You’ll be even more beautiful then and I’ll be all over ya,” Swiss said, his reflection eyeing her neck hungrily. Delia smirked and tilted her head, giving him access to her neck. 

The ghoul chittered softly, kissing and licking along her neck before playfully nibbling at it, making Delia giggle. Her giggles stopped when Swiss growled and tightened his grip on her, pressing his hard cock against her back. 

“Gotta knock you up again, Delia. Right now,” he growled in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.

“O…Okay…Daddy. Take…Take me,” Delia stammered, shivering when she felt one hand on her back. It gave one gentle push and she knew what to do as she leaned forward in the doggy position. She watched the mirror as Swiss got in position behind her, gripping her ass and spreading her pussy open before sliding himself in with ease. Her reflection reacted instantly, her mouth opening beautifully and her back arching just for him. 

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, blissed out as she watched Swiss’s face change from concentration to pure pleasure as he pounded into her. 

“Look at you, Delia. Don’t ever take your eyes off the mirror,” Swiss grumbled as he filled every inch of her with his hard cock. Delia tried to keep her eyes on the mirror, but the ghoul was relentless, making it all the more difficult to focus. 

“It…It’s hard,” she whimpered, slowly lowering her head onto the pillow below her. She suddenly felt his quintessence take a hold of her and she looked at herself in the mirror. Swiss leaned over her, his right hand cupping her chin and keeping her head still. His left hand was planted over hers, holding it lovingly.

“I can help you, sweetheart,” he moaned in her ear.

Delia smiled back at herself drunkenly, loving every bit of how they looked together. With each hard thrust, Delia felt his soft stomach pressed against her ass and she noticed a bulge forming in her stomach each time he pushed his full length into her. His tail wrapped around her thigh again, the tip of it gently prodding at her ass but not going any further.

Delia’s eyes went to how her breasts jiggled to and fro each time Swiss fucked her. Swiss noticed where her gaze was and he let go of her chin to grab ahold of her right breast, giving it a squeeze.

“Ah! Swiss!” Delia moaned when he pinched her nipple between two claws. 

“More?” 

“Y…Yes.”

The ghoul continued fucking and pinching her, sending her quickly over the edge. She couldn’t stay up any longer now with the large ghoul on top of her. 

“Swiss…I gotta lay down…but you can keep fucking me like this,” she murmured before dropping onto the bed. Swiss’s cock slid out of her with a wet pop when she dropped. The ghoul paused, chittering at the new position before he smirked and brought over another pillow.

“I can prop you up with this, sweetheart. Just raise your hips for me,” he said.

Delia nodded and raised her hips, letting the ghoul slip the pillow under her. Her hips were now elevated and she could still lay comfortably on the bed.

“Better?” Swiss asked, giving her ass a nice squeeze as she grabbed the pillow in front of her and rested her chest on it. 

“Much better, Daddy,” Delia murmured, wiggling her ass for him. The ghoul chuckled and gave her ass one slap before making quick work of mounting her again. 

Swiss pressed his body against hers, pounding her into the bed. Delia bit into the pillow, more tears welling up in her eyes as she watched her reflection. Swiss had his hands planted around her shoulders, trapping her beneath him and enveloping her with his body. She had never felt safer. No one was going to harm her as long as he and his pack members were around. 

Delia smiled, pleasure washing over her like a tsunami with each hard thrust from Swiss. She was meant to be here with him. Being with her beloved ghoul was her destiny and she would gladly let him knock her up over and over again. 

“Delia,” Swiss moaned, his hips and arms trembling as he tried to keep a steady pace.

“Give it to me, Daddy,” Delia moaned back, gripping the pillow beneath her. 

The ghoul bit down on her shoulder once more, blood trickling from his lips and onto the bed. Delia let out a soft cry at the brief pain before she felt the numbness take over when he brushed his tongue over her skin. Swiss squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed with all his might into her, hitting her core and then spilling himself into her again with a muffled growl. He looked absolutely primal as he opened his now-red eyes and glared into the mirror hungrily as he filled her to the brim with his hot cum. Delia could only smile back at him and he did the same, smiling around her skin and spilling more of her blood that he greedily lapped up. 

He stopped moving his hips, keeping himself buried deep within her as he relaxed around her, his arms now spread out before him. Delia rested her head comfortably on the pillow, loving the way he had her pinned beneath him. His rumbling purrs felt amazing against her back. 

“You didn’t cum, sweetheart,” Swiss murmured once he was done licking at her now-healed wound. He was right, but he could easily make up for it in any way he wanted. The night was still young. 

“It’s okay, Swiss. We have all night and I’m sure you’ll make me cum again in no time while also filling me with a litter or two,” Delia chimed, winking at him playfully before taking his right hand and kissing each of his knuckles.

“You’re absolutely right, baby,” Swiss replied, kissing the top of her head before resting his head on her shoulder with a content sigh. He closed his eyes, grinning like a love-struck idiot as he rubbed his cheek against hers, his stubble tickling her once more. Delia wanted to recharge with snacks and water, but she wanted to stay like this for a little longer. 

“I love you, Swiss,” she whispered, holding his hand. The ghoul enveloped her hand in his, a sleepy smile on his lips while his eyes stayed closed. 

“I love you more, Delia,” he whispered back, pecking her on the cheek. 

They laid like that in silence until a deep rumble from both of their stomachs filled the air. Swiss chirped, opening his eyes in surprise and looking at Delia before the two of them burst into laughter. 

“Munchies,” they said in unison. 

[the-peak-tmnt]

What version your Casey is based off? When I'm reading I imagine a mix of 2012 and Rise but i'm wondering if there's a specific iteration you reference at all? :)

(art by @meruz) Whoa, fun question! Thank you!

Like physically, I think of him the way Meruz drew him in the comic my sister commissioned for the fic! (I still haven't gotten to this scene, but I think it'll be in Chapter 19 or 20).

But character wise, he's kind of just my own creation I guess? I felt like since there was no canon Casey for Mutant Mayhem yet, I had a blank slate to make the version of Casey I personally wanted to see and that would work well with Mutant Mayhem Raph. Of course I'm trying to hit all the classic Casey beats (his attitude, love of hockey and fighting, befriending Raph with a fight lol), but I really wanted to lean into and explore the emotional side of his friendship with Raph.

There are some plot points from a particular iteration of Casey I'll be borrowing for the fic, but telling you which one would be a huge spoiler! Sorry! Reciprocity Casey is also a result of this blurb on the back of the Raph action figure box:

I wanted to give Raph that "someone to talk to". Casey was meant to be someone who would still let Raph be rough and crude, but also vulnerable and honest. I love when tough guy characters are also emotionally intelligent. Some of my favorite moments from TMNT media are when Raph and Casey are just talking things out with each other.

Seriously blows me away how many nice comments about my Casey! I've got some really fun things planned for him!

(Well, fun for me and the readers...not fun for Casey lol)

[sky-kiss]

You ever think about how since all Devils are basically on reserve for the Blood War at all times that Raphael would of had to serve time in the army, maybe that's how he managed to carve out a place for himself in Avernus, maybe that's why he hates Zariel so much(she's canonically not a good tactician lmao) I think about it a lot

Hmm, that's a very interesting thought. I'm unsure that an Archduke's son would be sent to the front purely based on principle. I think it's typically the lower-level devils on the frontlines, with some of the....lower-upper devils working as field commanders. But that would be an incredibly interesting fic idea.

I think a lot of his distaste for Zariel just stems from the fact that she's proven herself quite weak. She's been deposed twice. Asmodeus has had to step in and give her house back. She basically ran Avernus into the ground. They have inherently opposite approaches to leadership. Zariel's a horrible politician, schemer, and has no idea what to do about alliances or infrastructure, but she's a great warrior (maybe not a great general, but that's up for debate).

By contrast, I can't see Raphael being a warrior-king. He's shockingly powerful for a cambion, but he prefers getting others to do his work. He has the disposition to rule.

But honestly...I really like the idea of him like. Having some kind of devil commission in the army lol.

[another-lost-mc]

you are so real with being disappointed on nightbringer cause i feel the same way

Oh, I have complicated feelings about Nightbringer.

(I’ll use a Read More link here because of vague OG S4 discussion.)

I didn’t whale in OG but I was much more willing to spend extra money chasing cards I wanted. I was really motivated to catch up on all the story content too since I didn’t start playing until the later part of the pandemic. I know S3 and S4 aren’t the greatest bits of story-telling ever written but I had hopes for more Celestial Realm content (a visit and maybe Michael appearance) in S5 based on where Simeon’s storyline was heading.

(I usually picture MC traveling to the CR to see Michael in S5, and maybe another visit of new angels to the Devildom in S6 once tensions are resolved.)

Overall I really liked getting involved with the fandom and I started posting fanfics here. I was so happy with my curated little card collection of favs — Lucifer was my original favourite, followed by Simeon, Barbatos, Solomon and Asmo — and exploring the game with my writing.

And then Nightbringer was announced.

After I spent probably too much money collecting all the HDD cards I wanted not long before that.

And the cards weren’t going to be transferable to the new game! ISN’T THAT FUN?! (Solmare logic, probably.)

I mean, I get it. It’s the nature of gacha games and the motivation is to grow the player base and revenue potential.

Sure, whatever.

And some parts of Nightbringer are fine, while other parts leave me desperately wanting more. Detailed lore that ties into the OG game and characters I care about, more in-depth characterization. Another slow burn love interest would be nice too since NB completely changed the direction of Barb’s development compared to OG S4 (side-eyes Mephisto and Raphael as new potentials). Also, as time goes on, I find myself not really caring who Nightbringer is. Does it even matter anymore? Like…whatever, you do you, buddy. lol

My face if they reveal it’s Barbatos/Solomon/Michael all along:

Oh, and more ROMANCE? Hello??? The babysitter role and goofy family dynamics are satisfying to a point but then it gets stale. Some of the Devilgrams are boring too, and don’t get me started on the EVENTS. I enjoyed the vampire one last year that sparked a random writing frenzy of vampire AU fics, but so many of the events fall flat for me. Anyone else just use S or A Rank skips to breeze past the story bits because 90% of it is boring as hell? Yeah, same.

It sounds like a lot of complaints, but there’s still more about the game I love or I wouldn’t be here: my favs, most of the artwork, the music! The new Dateables song is so goofy - what are those lyrics? - but they didn’t autotune Simeon to death and he sounds so much better than he did in Question Love (the only song whose remix I like better than the original).

I love the people I’ve met in this fandom and being able to share story ideas and headcanons. It’s so exciting when new lessons and cards are announced because the player base gets invigorated again (even if things fall a little flat upon arrival). I’ve splurged on some merch (official and fan-made) and I love being self-indulgent and commissioning artwork of my favs and MC together.

Oh, and I love my OCs. 😚 @ them all.

[crowdemoninkinkyboots]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "crowdemoninkinkyboots "?

before i give my fav fics, my username is in reference to sebastian because he’s a crow demon with kinky boots uvu

okay these are in no particular order but here’s my top 10 fics:

Shapeshifter by Honeythief

black butler, sebaciel

y’all this fic broke me. whoever suggested it owes me emotional compensation. but it also hurt so good. it’s in first person which may turn off some people but i promise it’s worth the read

Sanglier by vanroku

twisted wonderland, rookpel with a hint of jackpel

it’s painfully hard finding dead dove/whump content with my fav pomefiore boys, but this is absolutely perfect

Timeless Eternity by GammaRays

demon slayer, kibutan

y’all this fic is dark. but it’s so good. it kinda sparked my thing for captor/captive tropes, and tbh it’s probably my fav kny fic

actually i lied the next two are fics i commissioned i still absolutely adore (they’re also omegaverse lmao)

Knock Knock Little Bunny by mattysones

demon slayer, kibutan

i was so excited for this fic and it was worth the wait. omegaverse + whump is such a tasty combination for me and matty wrote it perfectly. best money i’ve spent.

Torridity by mcpoggy

demon slayer, kanaoi

mcpoggy is usually a giyutan writer and i’m probably going to add one of her other fics here but i absolutely adored how this fic came out. it’s so vanilla compared to the other fics listed but i love it. i need more omegaverse yuri in my life

When I Kissed The Teacher by mcpoggy

demon slayer, giyutan

this is like THE giyutan fic, and also my first bookmark on ao3. it’s also vanilla compared to most other fics on this list but giyutan does have an age gap. it’s super long but i’d alway recommend mcpoggy’s giyutan fics uvu

heads rolling for the one i adore by nyabatos

genshin impact, zhongven

ok i’m INCREDIBLY biased because the author is my best friend but she’s such an incredible writer. it’s also such an interesting au where venti sacrifices his freedom to zhongli to save mondstadt and the aftermath of that deal

The Fall of Mondstadt series by Probabri

genshin impact, kaeluc

whoops my bias is showing again bc i’m also friends with the author but this story awakened kinks in me i didn’t know i had oops

Spear Fishing by reallybadcontent

genshin impact, beidou/fem!reader

ahem. so. i’m not typically into reader pov fics but beidou is. beidou. and i’m a weak lesbian. and ngl i also imagined my oc instead. so. next fic

Dream A Little Dream of Me by BadBadz

black butler, sebaciel

ok i’m being biased again, since this was based off of a tumblr post i made, but i was so happy it inspired someone and it turned out great. of course my fav sebaciel fics have angst in them…it’s like i like hurting myself…

pls lmk if y’all have ever read any of these fics/ur thoughts! i’m sure u all noticed a trend lol

[d1s1ntegrated]

hi guys

its my birthday!

send me money cause im hot

IM KIDDING IM KIDDING.

however i did wanna say as i start to pick this back up from my slump, i made a ko-fi! (i promise im not a sellout im just in fucking poverty). i'm still working on the setup but i decided (and this is completely optional. my inbox here is always open) that i wanted to offer a few commission-based fics/writing if anyone wants to show support! it would mean the absolute world to me if even just a few people wanted to even check out the page itself :,) again, not at all a requirement. i figured id just shoot my shot anyways cause i see a few very beautiful and talented writers doing this as well, and maybe im being a bit overzealous but again, it never hurts to try!

also; i've been slacking a lot and i apologize greatly. if you guys didn't know already, ive had a fuck of a month. the ao3 writers curse? it's real! i got sliced and diced like a cucumber in a mandoline and recovery was lowkey ass. not to mention i've just had a super duper busy month; birthday, work, family matters, health issues, and a bachelorette weekend at the end of this month. basically, im running on E. it's a partial reason why i started the ko-fi: im fucking so broke and my job sucks and AGH! being an adult is hard. LOL!

but ANEEWAYZ

enough of my pity party! it's my birthday and i don't wanna ruin the vibes :3 thank u guys for your continuous love and support. just know how much i appreciate all of you. knowing i have....nearly 400 followers now...is fucking wild and keeps me going. genuinely. my mental health has increased tenfold. i cannot thank you all enough.

bai bai for now my loves <3 !!!!!!!!!!