#and if i can’t find them i’ll write em myself

[corpsentry]

it’s so funny to me when people make posts that are like i hate it when fandom mischaracterizes my favorite blorbo/fandom needs to stop reading the story this way/fandom reduces my blorbo to xyz trait when they actually contain multitudes bc they clearly have things they like and care about re: the topic but instead of simply sharing their thoughts they have to preface their joy with this kicking at the table leg bit that emphasizes how correct their opinion is and how everyone else is Lame and also Wrong like mein gotte it’s barbie dolls on some 35 year old who works in software engineering’s macbook you have contributed nothing to society by telling jessica from ohio software engineer to deepen their understanding of sakusa kiyoomi haikyuu. ‘fandom always ignores/forgets that’ ok and? your problem is? ? ? maybe people are happy writing chilfuck as a babygirl or marcille as something other than a girlfailure in which case good for them!! it sparks joy yahhhh!!! i’ve blocked enough people on twitter to mostly be at peace these days but tumblr is Not Safe everywhere i go on my dash there are these weirdos who think everyone else is doing fandom wrong. you silly man. you absolute buffoon. you mysterious moralist

like listen i am the most literaturepilled mf out here so i think i’m entitled to yap about this i like my characters fucked up and bizarre and quadruple-faced and so only read very particular fics but maine gotte i will not complain about it publicly because that’s my business! other people are here for other things. escapism. joy. Oviposition. and that’s great because life’s boring when it’s just you and 10 other guys like you. i’m telling you morally outraged random 18 y/o the oviposition guy is the key to the universe and i’m Old and Tired now so every time someone puts that ‘marcille is more than a genius and people need to stop writing her like awooga booga whatever the fuck’ shit on my dash they’re catching that block like a fist flying out of a can of tuna oh yeah i’m closing my eyes i do not see your dumb ahh shit i go to bed

[apclyptc]

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📌 welcome to my masterlist. below you will find all of my posts collated into one post, for your viewing enjoyment.

please note i will not write any of the following: incest, weird kinks (such as piss, shit, vomit, feet etc.), age regression, pedophilia and rape/ assault. i also won’t write any smut for nick, simply because i am a woman and cannot put myself in the writing perspective of a gay man, nor do i want to offend anyone by attempting to do so.

feel free to use my ask box to make requests, but do keep in mind i am a grown adult with a life outside of this app and it may take me some time to not only map out my ideas, but also write them.

with all that in mind, enjoy my works below!

for your information…

pink means not yet posted!!

🎧 means fluff, i only write smut let’s be real so i don’t need an emoji tag for that lmao

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚chris sturniolo one shots

dumb

good morning

long day

phone sex

let ‘em know

two sides of the same coin // pt.2

paint

podcast #001

more tba…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚chris sturniolo headcanons

nsfw alphabet

loud

how they celebrate you

can’t help himself

i’ll never tell you

boyfriend material

more tba…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚chris sturniolo plots

father stretch my hands // crossposting from wattpad

more tba…probably not for a while bc i’m lazy…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚matt sturniolo one shots

two sides of the same coin // pt.2

more tba…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚matt sturniolo headcanons

nsfw alphabet

how they celebrate you

boyfriend material

more tba…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellanous

#apclyptc asks for my responses to asks (not requests)

#apclyptc talks for my posts that are just me talking about stuff <333

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more will be added to the list in due time, so keep an eye out!!

[voltronisanobsession]

You know what, I’m going to warn you from now, you’re going to get a lot of Percy x reader requests form me (not that I can blame myself) so without further ado… Can I request a Percy x Melinoe!reader?

Everyone knows how Nico is the ghost king, but can you imagine Percy meeting and falling head over heels for a daughter of Melinoe? She may as well be a living ghost queen because of her control over ghosts.

I imagine she shows her love for him in strange ways since regular lovers give each other flowers and chocolate, what the reader does? She shows up in his nightmares and battles off any monsters giving him trouble. She also did something weird for Valentine’s Day, but I’ll leave that up to your imagination 😉

Maybe she even has magic, to smaller extent to the Hecate cabin? (Blame Hades II and my love for magic for that idea), I don’t know, I can just see her having a lot of tricks up her sleeves.

(I’m sorry for making this so long.)

Percy with a Child of Melinoe

I’m always ready for these Percy jackson requests, keep them coming😻😻😻 you literally be dropping the most COOLEST REQUEST LIKE DDAAMMMNNN I LOVE UR BRAIN

Also I’m so SORRY it’s super long, always write too much but I can’t help it😭😭 for some reason I need to have some loose story when writing anything😭😭😭

Ok so I headcanon any child related to any underworld gods/goddesses usually have like dark eyebags, so Percy meeting Reader for the first time kinda freaks him out. A lot.

Reader just emerges from the darkness of the forest with shadowy figures following close behind, bro really believes that his soul was chosen to be reaped because the way they would look at him with dead eyes LMAO💀💀

But you were just walking around. In the dark. Lowkey talking to yourself until you saw Percy

I think Percy would find reader very odd at first, considering all the other people he’s met

Their dark eyebags and dull appearing skin makes them look like a walking corpse, and the way that they would just be lurking in the shadows, kinda talking to themselves would make him raise an eyebrow

But he didn’t know that you were just talking to the ghosts surrounding you, all of them yapping about ‘unfinished business’ they have

Reader would often be seen around camp looking a bit jittery, almost like they’re hiding from something but you’re just trying to avoid the ghosts that won’t leave you alone

“Shh shh, fine I’ll help you Jonathan. But later, people are looking at me again. Now leave me alone, oh gods Percy is walking over, leave leave!”

Since no one can seem these ghosts reader can see, Percy genuinely thinks you’re just off your rockers

Until you reveal how you’re mother is Melinoe, goddess of ghosts (he would be confused at first since he probably had no idea who that was💀💔)

OMG WAIT

Imagine Melinoe!Reader can like allow people to see ghosts if they’re touching them in some way!!! So to show the poor boy that you’re not crazy, your cold ass hands touch his arm and BOOM! Percy cannot believe all these ghosts just SURROUNDING reader

After that the rest is history

They both would grow so much closer since Reader finally chooses to fully trust in Percy as he accepted them and all their weird and scary abilities!!

Percy starts tagging along with reader when they go to take ghosts to the underworld, though Hades isn’t happy to see him most of the time

“It’s fine uncle, Percy’s just helping me.”

“How can he help you if he can’t even see the ghosts grabbing him?”

“Wait they’re grabbing me?!”

“He’s messing with you Percy.”

Reader and Nico would also be pretty close too

Since they’re able to summon ghosts, Nico sometimes asks if he can see Bianca, and they all sort of just have random get togethers in the middle of the night

Family reunions we love ‘em😍😍

Nico and Reader also shadow travel together whenever he needs someone to talk to

Melinoe!Reader would be a BIG gift giver, but they aren’t the most conventional gifts 💀

While some would gift flowers or plushies, reader would probably give him like wilted flowers and trinkets they claim would ward off unwanted spirits, and maybe even an authentic dreamcatcher too!!!!

Reader might even give him bones of small dead animals, which he accepts with a grimace on his face

“Wow ok! Um where did you find these exactly haha!”

“Oh you know, I was walking around the forest and began finding these small bones! Then I went further and found larger ones and then even larger ones! I would’ve taken one but it was too heavy, so you get the small ones.”

He would keep them in a glass jar that’s next to his bed though because it’s the thought that counts <3

He would also bring you SHELLS he finds whenever he’s by the the beach, sometimes even going to deeper waters to find the prettiest ones for your own collection🐚

Percy definitely carries a bag so you and him could put bones and shells in it to take home if you’re out of camp

I also would think that sleeping around reader would give anyone in their vicinity nightmares so they usually appear in Percy’s dreams to fight off any nightmarish monsters

At first he thinks he’s going crazy that he keeps seeing you in his nightmares until you explain that you can travel through dreams, hence why you’re basically in his brain now

Totally normal😁

AND FOR THAT VALENTINES DAY THOUGHT

I think Reader would think a good idea date for both of them would try summoning some kind of powerful ghost during the night for fun😭

Like at first Percy thought it was a cute picnic date and was like aww they’re so cute🥰 until he sees the ritual circle and is like what😀

He’s like super worried that your soul is gonna get possessed or something so he just keeps holding your hands to keep you grounded to the living world while you continue chanting and smiling

This dude can’t catch a break with you

During battles is when everyone around experiences what readers true power and magic is

While they may appear weird on the outside, them summoning ghost after ghost and making them solid life forms sends shivers and chills throughout every living persons body

It’s a really unsettling feeling tbh

So while Nico can summon the undead, you’re able to summon ghosts which makes you guys the perfect duo when fighting together

And they’re able to make their opponent hear the whispering voices of the ghosts around them which usually drives the fear factor up by a LOT

They could also sap any energy in their opponents body but they need to be touching the person which involves fighting in close range

I think Reader could also possibly drag out the soul of a living persons body, but it’s a theory since they haven’t fully tried going through with it

Also random thought but Melinoe!Reader loves going underwater with Percy because it’s the one place ghosts can’t follow them

So it’s just like, they can finally breath and not have a million voices demanding things from them

Percy is just super happy to help them in way he can

Plus it means he gets to spend more one on one time with you without having to worry about any ghosts watching their every move

Reader and Percy have matching rings that ward off any evil and vengeful ghosts

OH ANOTHER THOUGHT TO FINISH THIS OFF

Readers hands are super cold and I like to think Percy’s hands are super warm, so whenever they hold hands it’s like a clash that they both like

And when they hold hands, Percy is able to the world through Readers eyes

Which means that Percy kinda bullies the ghosts into leaving Reader alone for a while and getting some kind of privacy💀😻😻

Percy is super in love with this reader despite the unsettling vibes they can sometimes radiate

Reader is just happily digging up more bones to add to Percy’s growing collection :D

[killerheelsonadiscodancefloor]

hi!!! i saw u write “seth cohen x reader” on a post and if its no hassle PLEASEEE doo it i cant find any<333

this ask made my year!! so excited to be able to write for seth cohen <33 sorry for the awkward ending, hopefully i’ll get the chance to write more for him!

pest | seth cohen x reader

warnings: none really, just fluff!

     the only word i could currently use to describe seth cohen is unbelievable. well, truly i have a few more choice words, but considering i’m seated at his parents’ kitchen island it doesn’t seem like a good time to linger on them. as hard as i try to keep a smile on my face and participate in the conversation with the cohens, they both can read me better than that.

     kirsten stops mid sentence and reaches across the island to rest her hand on my arm. “i know you’re worried about seth,” she started in a gentle voice. i quickly shook my head. “no, i mean—it’s nothing. it’s fine.” i reply, plastering a smile on my face. sandy shakes his head, making an almost cartoonish ‘tsk’ noise. “i’ve been married long enough to know that ‘fine’ isn’t really fine. you can tell us what’s going on, you know.” 

     “just because he’s our son doesn’t mean we’re blind to when he’s wrong.” kirsten reassured, correctly reading my uncertain face. “if anything, we’re the best equipped to give you advice about when he’s wrong. or maybe ryan.” sandy chimed in after her.

     i sighed, unable to keep my frustration to myself anymore. “it’s just—i understand that seth is passionate about going to RISD and working on atomic county again and everything but it feels like he’s in a relationship with his work instead of me, you know? we barely see each other anymore because he’s so absorbed in it. even now, like how often are we home? and he still can’t pull himself away from his desk. i just wish he wouldn’t let himself miss life because he’s so wrapped up in his work.” i took another deep breath and let my head fall into my hands. 

     “ah, the cohen curse!” sandy exclaimed. i shot a puzzled look at kirsten, expecting one in return, and was surprised to see she had a look of fond understanding instead. “the cohen curse?” i asked after a long moment. kirsten nodded with a wry smile and gestured for sandy to explain. “us cohen men are very dedicated, particularly to the things we are passionate about. in this case, our work. i can't tell you how many late nights i pulled at berkeley—and how many more i would’ve pulled if kirsten didn’t pull me away from my textbooks.”

     i looked to kirsten, who nodded sagely in confirmation. “sometimes you just have to force them to take a break. these cohens are stubborn as mules.” she joked. “oh please, you sound just like your father.” sandy groaned dramatically. they shared a fond look as i sat there debating whether or not i should attempt to pry seth away from atomic county. 

     finally, with a deep breath, i stood up from the island and exited the kitchen. i turned once more in the doorway to share a last conspiratorial grin with the cohens before taking the stairs two at a time in my eagerness to get to seth’s childhood room. i gave a cursory knock on the cracked door before letting myself in.

     “(y/n)!” seth called in greeting as he pushed his rolling chair back from the desk. “what can i do for you, my dear?” he asks with a grin extending his hands out to me. i grin back easily. this was going much better than i thought it would. i stroll forward and perch on his lap. “i was thinking that maybe you could use a break, cohen.” i replied, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

     “ah, no can do.” he immediately clammed up with a grimace. “what?” i burst out. seth nervously pats my sides in what i assume is supposed to be a calming gesture. “i’ve just got so many ideas for the plot, you know, and i don’t wanna forget them or anything so i just gotta get ‘em all on the page before i lose them.” he hurriedly explains. i sigh deeply.

     “well bullet point them in a notebook, we’re home seth! you should be soaking up all the time you have here until we go back to school. ryan’s supposed to be coming over later, you really want to miss out on all of us back here because you’re working?” i asked with a pout. seth examines my face for a moment before tossing his head back with a groan. 

     “you know i can’t say no to that face.” he mutters with a frustrated pout of his own. i allow the corners of my mouth to curl into a small smile. “come on cohen.” i mumble, egging him on with a challenging look and a poke in the ribs. “fine.” seth draws the word out dramatically as i grin. “guess i might as well spend time with my family or whatever.”

     i hum as i get up and recline on his bed. “you’re cute when you’re all sarcastic.”

     “really,” seth counters as he gets up and flops on the bed next to me, resting his chin on my chest, “i’m cute all the time. hey!” he dodges my flick to his forehead by a second. “you’re cute most of the time.” i counter with a raised brow. “i’ll take it.” he concedes easily, burrowing his head into my shoulder. 

     i massage his neck for a minute before struggling into a sitting position. seth groans at the disruption, reaching a hand out to me with a grabbing gesture. “come on, your parents are downstairs. we should go hang out.” i say gently, prodding him in the back. “but we could have so much fun right here.” he complains. i fix him with a stern look. once he meets my eyes, he folds. “alright, alright. paying our dues to the elders it is.” i snort as his commentary, pulling on his arm to get him up. 

     as we walk towards his door, he makes sure to drag his feet. “always one for the dramatics.” i sing. seth gasps exaggeratedly, throwing his hand up to grip his shirt over his heart. “who, me?” he asks in a “shocked” voice. i grin at his theatrics before grabbing his hand to continue dragging him to the door, where i can already see his eyes beginning to stray towards his desk. 

     “don’t even think about it, cohen.” i warn good-naturedly.

     “yeah, yeah.” seth grumbles back lightheartedly. he wraps his arm around my shoulders and i finally feel fully victorious as we head down the stairs.

[wubbowrites]

signs

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog

Relationship: Sonic/Shadow

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: Minor swearing (in sign language)

AO3 Link

Sonic discovers that Shadow was taught sign language during his time on the ARK.

Written for Sonadow Week hosted by @starlightzonee on Twitter. Uses the prompt, “Silence”.

(A/N: This was originally posted in December 2021 for a Sonadow week I found on Twitter! I remembered that back then, someone had posted a rec of it on Tumblr that got some notes, so I decided I’d cross post it myself if people here liked it ^_^ Not sure how many other older fics I’ll post here, we’ll see how I feel)

(ALSO the method of writing the sign language here is describing the hand motions. Translations of them are at the end of the fic)

As Shadow complained about his last mission with Rouge, Sonic noticed his hand motions.

It was unusual for Shadow to be so expressive when he spoke…At least, Sonic thought it was. It was only recently that the two became close enough to have casual conversations like this. Sonic wondered: Did he always move his hands this much when he talked with Rouge and Omega, for example? Did he only do it when he was frustrated like this, or did he do it during other heightened emotions too? Why did the motions seem so…specific? Practiced?

It suddenly clicked.

“Shadow?”

Shadow bristled at being interrupted. “What?”

“Do you…know sign language?”

He blinked. “Where did that come from?”

“You’ve been moving your hands around this whole time! I thought it was- Wait, did you not even notice?” Sonic asked.

Shadow looked down at his hands. He shook them a bit, pointedly avoiding eye contact all of a sudden. “I…suppose I didn’t. Yes, I know some sign language.”

This caught Sonic off guard. “Huh! When did you pick that up?”

“I learned it on the ARK.” He paused, waiting for a sign that he could leave it at that. When Sonic kept watching with expectant eyes, Shadow tensed some more and pressed on. “At times, when testing got particularly stressful, Maria would have nonverbal moments. She found it easier to communicate in these moments with sign language rather than writing or typing, so some of the scientists learned it to communicate with her better. Then when I was created, they taught it to me as well. Signing while speaking was an easy way to practice…but it seems the habit didn’t go away,” Shadow said.

Sonic grinned. “Teach me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Teach me some! Teach me some sign language! Even just a couple words, c’mon!”

“Why do you want this so badly all of a sudden? None of your friends know any, do they?”

“Our friends, you mean,” Sonic said. Shadow rolled his eyes. “And, well, no, they don’t. But like, it’d still be useful! Every once in awhile, I end up saving someone that can’t hear or can’t speak. Doesn’t happen too often, and I think I’ve done an okay job finding ways to communicate with ‘em, but it’d sure be easier if I knew some basics! Besides, it could be like a secret code if we’re around people that don’t know it!”

Shadow sighed. “Alright. The first answer I understand. But what use would we have for a secret code? There’s nothing I would have to say to you that I can’t just say aloud.”

“I dunno! Maybe for stealth missions?”

“Please. Your hopeless with stealth. A secret code isn’t nearly enough to save you.”

Sonic glared as Shadow huffed out a laugh. “Whatever! Maybe I do have secret things I would tell you! You’ll never know until we do it.”

Shadow sighed. He thought for a moment. Then, he decided: “Alright. I’ll teach you some. But for the record, your weak attempt at piquing my curiosity did not affect my decision.”

“Alright!” Sonic exclaimed as he pumped his fist in the air. “So…How do we do this?”

“Well…Perhaps the alphabet would be a good place to start.”

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Slowly, over time, the other mobians began to notice the hand motions Sonic and Shadow would point at each other. It wasn’t often enough to be obvious. It was just something they did every so often. There were indeed a few times they would be battling Eggman together and would send each other a sign that the villain didn’t understand. Or they would happen across each other, and Sonic would smirk and swipe his finger under his nose. Shadow would reply back with a scowl, and he’d curl his index finger and thumb into a circle. Then Sonic would laugh and they’d go about their days and Tails and Rouge would be at their sides wondering what in the world was going on.

Frankly, though, a lot of Sonic and Shadow’s friends were pleased by the development, if only because it cut down on the loud arguing and boasting the two would get into.

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On a clear, cool evening, Amy hosted a barbecue. Teams Sonic and Rose were invited, along with Rouge, who dragged her two boys with her. Everyone scattered throughout Amy’s yard. Amy herself stood at the grill with Knuckles, the two making food together. Shadow and Rouge sat at one picnic table just chatting amongst themselves, Omega standing beside them. Sonic and Tails sat at a second table a few feet away. Sonic watched over Tails’s shoulder as he played a game on his handheld console. Cream and Big had a blanket laid out that they shared, along with Cheese and Froggy of course. Everyone was relaxing in their own ways. It was already a lovely time.

Big couldn’t help but notice it when Sonic began to steal glances at Shadow. Big wasn’t always the most observant, but he was quiet. And being the fisherman he was, he could be very focused when he wanted to. For some reason, that focus fell on Sonic. The blue blur’s hands fidgeted as he tried to silently get the other hedgehog’s attention. Shadow was too distracted by one of Rouge’s stories to turn his head.

Eventually though, Shadow noticed. He stared at Sonic with a cocked eyebrow.

Sonic grinned back. He pointed to Shadow. He brushed his index and middle fingers down against his chin. Shadow kept staring as if expecting Sonic to take it back. After a second, Sonic chuckled and did it again.

Big had never seen Shadow blush before that moment. It was only the tiniest bit. He gave Sonic the middle finger and quickly turned away. He hid it as fast as he could. Nobody else seemed to have been watching anyway. But Big saw.

“Aw.”

Cream looked up at him. “What is it, Mr. Big?”

“Sonic and Shadow are really sweet.”

“Hm?” Cream looked up. The two were back to what they were doing before, not even facing each other. “What were they doing?”

“Sonic just gave him a nice compliment. But I don’t think anyone else knew it.“

Cream smiled. “Oh! That makes sense! Mr. Sonic is very kind! But…” She scratched her chin, suddenly rethinking. “I thought they didn’t like each other as much.”

“They must have made up,” Big said cheerfully. “That’s nice.”

“I guess so!” Cream nodded. “I’m glad we can all be good friends then!”

“Mhm.”

Froggy croaked and began hopping away. Big watched him go down the yard. He slowly rocked onto his feet and followed close behind. And with him suddenly leaving, so too did the secret message between Sonic and Shadow.

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Translations of the ASL. I did my best to research these, but please let me know if something isn’t right! I’ll happily edit in corrections ^_^

“Sonic would smirk and swipe his finger under his nose” = fake, meant to invoke “faker”

“he’d curl his index finger and thumb into a circle” = asshole

“He pointed to Shadow. He brushed his index and middle fingers down against his chin.” = you’re cute

[camilaxmartin]

gonna put them emoji’s again💀😭 so it would be: 🥑🍬🌸🐝🎨🍄

I love using these TOTALLY USEFUL emoji’s so I picked em🥰

you don’t use avocado/bee/mushroom everyday? what are you even doing?🙄

BUT ANYWAY

🥑: you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

probably @bunnylove1 and @blookyag, idk why tho honestly, just getting the vibes they’d help somebody out with hiding the body💀 (it’s a compliment, i swear-)

🍬: post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character:

okay uhh- (don’t cancel me plz) i respect with my whole heart that alastor is asexual and (?) aromantic but i don’t get the hate people receive when shipping him with someone? as far as i know being on the spectrum means he can still date? like i know, he doesn’t show any interest in that but if its just for a silly au or for a cool drawing then what’s the fuss about? i’m not talking like about erasing that part of him because that’s a big no no for me, but like…? respecting it but still having fun with his character? i saw a great tiktok explaining my thoughts exactly so maybe i’ll link it here if i can find it (add the link here later camila:) (besides all that i project a lot of myself onto alastor (still debating if im aromantic or not) and i want to explore myself with his character (if i can even phrase it that way) so all the hate and shit really bother me, you know?)

(another thing more about whole thing not a character is that “whatever it takes” is in my top 4 songs and i don’t get the hate it gets?? i love this song?? it’s so great?? two latina (?) girls singing together?? cmon??)

🌸: do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them:

i do actually! i have a dog and three rats:) (also had a rabbit but he died not so long ago and he was like my whole world so i got a tattoo to remember him, i’ll add it as well just because i can)

🐝: tag your biggest supporters and say one nice thing about them:

@kimmyisachiisaiakuma - ugh of course?? like in my head we are already besties fr fr, what can i saaaay😭 idk i love you and how supportive and just friendly you are!!:) and god of course, i love your art?? but i’ve already said it a thousand times??? so here’s one thousand first??

@bunnylove1 - just how supportive you are towards my stuff and how with exactly one request i felt like we also became besties? maybe it’s just me but yeah😭

@blookyag - liking my every post and responding to every single one of them!!! she’s a treasure, really. i’m surprised someone cares about my rambling this much💀

@informist - i’ve noticed that she’s also reacting to a lot of my stuff and she’s so quick with it like?? idk it makes my heart jump okay? i love attention from people even when it’s just my stupid rambling😭 (#iamanattentionwhore 😗😗)

@rougecreator1 - liked a lot of my posts as well, and somehow i feel like they enjoy my stuff? idk tho?😭😭 yeah just noticed interactions in my activities:)

@riveramorylunar - i feel like we were more active on each other’s accounts when i was still in my lady lesso era, but idk i really liked you then and i still love seeing your stuff pop up on my main page:)

and of course, all of my lovely anons who send me their ideas that i can’t wait to write!!:)

🎨: link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it:

okay so like it changes every day?? but for now i must say this one:

click!

why? simple. a. brokerdoll b. the marvellous style? c. i want to draw like that d. just… just look at it okay? e. lesbians.

(and a special mention for THIS as well, as it’s the first time someone ever drawn my oc and besides the fact that she looks so pretty here it’s just… idk i just love it okay, she stole my heart)

🍄: share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings:

let’s start with the fact that i even have a favourite account for all the headcanons about brokerdoll which is @vypridae (adore all the hcs, really)

buut! my personal headcanon is:

• carmilla didn’t really expect to fall for velvette, i mean in my head she just saw her as so… respectless and dumb and stupid and careless and carefree and wild and free and pretty- wait

yeah, so in my head velvette was the first to initiate anything and at first carmilla was like “ha! no way, you stupid girl” but then she started to think more and more about velvette as the time went on and one day she just got along the fact that she might be attracted to the young overlord and somehow… went with it? like she didn’t make a big deal out of it… but velvette definitely did, despite the fact she was actually the first one to say or act on her attraction in any way.

(i need to write more headcanons for them, they’re literally eating up my brain)

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

Updated Intro Post

song i’m currently obsessed with: velvet ring by big thief

WRITING MASTERPOST

fic/writing requests are: on/off (i’m currently writing what’s on the queue but pretty please send me asks of what you’d like me to write so i can start when i’m ready!!!!! if i like the request enough i’ll write it)

(btw if i’m not on here i’m probably on my alt @ireallyliketalldarksultrywomen cause i hit the post limit woopsies…)

I’m Em! You can also call me Emmett, Oliver, or Rose—all of them work :)

Im a bi, transmasc, genderfluid, and aroaceflux POC (Nigerian)

My Fandoms Are: (the ones in pink are my main ones)

Starkid musicals (putting lautski in a blender)

SAF (“You don’t see, do you, Curt?” what if i hurled myself into orbit?)

Whitepine (ivory and seraptor are siblings trustttttt)

MCYT: Real Life/Trafficblr (The Life Series), (save me treebark….treebark save me…..) Hermitcraft, SOS, Rats, Empires, Fantasy, and Witchcraft SMP; as well as Escape The Night!

My Little Pony

The Outsiders

Epithet Erased

Amphibia (love the plantars <3)

Dead Poet’s Society (SOBBING VIOLENTLY AT NEILS DEATH)

Steven Universe

MHA

Sanders Sides

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil (last episode had me BALLING)

Gravity Falls

DDLC

A Hat in Time

YHS (funneh and alec were my otp okay 😭 i cried when there wasn’t a season two)

Glee (kms why did i choose to watch every single episode of that show)

Fairly Oddparents (cosmo and i are the same you can’t convince me otherwise)

FNAF (cassie my beloved <333)

Stardew Valley (shane elliot and haley are my true loves <3)

The Ramshackle Pilot

Dungeon Meshi (save me farcille…..)

Pokemon/Pokeani (i literally get every new game that comes out this isn’t funny anymore 😭)

Doctor Who (TENROSE FOR LIFE)

Good Omens

The Owl House

the MCU (shaking Team Red violently)

PJO (solangelo created love <3)

TAWOG

Inside Job

The Glass Scientists

I love a buncha artists, but some of my favorites are Olivia Rodrigo, The Crane Wives, Mind Self Indulgence (im certified jimmy urine hater), Chappell Roan, Sushi Soucy, Mitski, Leith Ross, Penelope Scott, Lemon Demon, Beabadoobee, Egg, Tally Hall, Will Wood, and Chonny Jash. Im glad to take any song/artist recommendations!

Im also a HUGE theatre kid (i made a playlist that’s 384 hours of theatre songs) Some of my favorite shows are Les Mis, Company, Jekyll and Hyde, Assassins, Heathers, 35mm, West Side Story, Legally Blonde, Ride The Cyclone, Falsettos, Sweeney Todd, and The Drowsy Chaperone.

i LOVE getting asks oh my god guys talk to me!!! i will literally yap forever

I enjoy reading (but i get distracted a lot), and my favorite colors are purple and seafoam green :)

My birthdays April 17th and there’s a chance I might be neurodivergent.

TAGS:

#requests <— fics that have been requested by you guys!

#ship thoughts <— what i think about different ships!!

#treebark thoughts <— the red king and his hand are on my mind all day everyday

#going a bit crazy <— in my insane era guys

#asks <— asks from you lovely people

#fics <— my writing tag!!

#rambles <— talkin about silly stuff

#vents <— miiight use sometime in the future idk yet

#polls <— i like polls a concerning amount so you might find some stuff on here

#Oh captain let’s make a deal! <— tgs mer au @raine-st0rm and i made! things that relate to it and stuff (animatics, playlists, fics, snippets, etc)

#Life series band au <— trafficsmp band au i thought of like five minutes ago (i’m obsessed)

here’s my pronouns page!

my ao3:

annnd my stats.fm!

i enjoy having moots but i’m too shy to interact with people 😭

my main playlists! (having them on shuffle is WILD; sometimes they go from starkid to the oozes to will wood to melanie martinez)

[statelysapphic]

Letters to Emily

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Summary: When Ian Doyle takes away the one person you love, you find solace in writing her letter.

Warnings: Typical talk of Emily being dead. Hurt. Let me know if I missed something<3

A/N: Hi friends! It’s been a while. I’ve been working on this for a while, and idk how I feel about it. I very lightly edited this. Feedback is appreciated as always. Ao3 Link. Enjoy!<3

July 26, 2011

Emily,

I accepted the job. I’m not sure what would piss you off more though: the fact that it’s a desk job or the fact that it’s in Phoenix and I’m leaving Quantico. Leaving the team. I know you’d tell me that I’m making a huge mistake but it’s just too painful.

JJ brings me coffee every morning, just like you did, and even though I know she means well, it’s a painful reminder that you will never bring me coffee again. When I look up from my desk in the bullpen to see the empty one across from me, I’m reminded that I won’t be able to watch you work anymore. I loved watching you pour over files, watching the gears turn in your head. Putting the pieces together and catching the bad guy. You were brilliant.

Emily paused as her vision blurred, the burning sensation of tears threatening to spill catches her attention and shifts her focus. She was angry. Angry at Doyle for forcing her into this mess. Angry at JJ for not telling her that you transferred. Angry at Hotch for even approving your transfer request. Angry at Derek, Spencer, and Penelope; Did they even try to convince you to stay? She took a deep breath, and then another. As she felt her heart rate return to normal, she wiped the tears away from her cheeks and continued reading.

Everything here is a painful reminder of you. Everything. I walk past a framed photo of you every single day and it guts me. Every single time. I can’t keep doing it, so I’m running. I know you’d be so disappointed in me. Virginia isn’t home without you, Em. It stopped feeling like home when JJ told me you “never made it off the table.” I don’t think I’ll ever find your feeling of home again.

I’m not sure how to tell the team about the transfer. Maybe I’ll buy them a round after this case and break the news to them then. Booze and karaoke should soften them up, right?

I don’t think they’re going to take it well. I just hope they skip the guilt trip.

I hate to end this on a sad note, so I will say that I think Arizona will be good for me. Lots of sunshine and wide open spaces. New people, new experiences. I actually think I’m excited, even though I feel guilty for it. I suppose that will get better with time. I don’t know if I’ve told you this, the one item on my bucket list is to go rockhounding out west. Maybe I’ll treat myself once I get settled.

I miss you so much, Em. But I love you even more. Always.

Emily refolded the letter and slid it back into its envelope. As she placed it on the coffee table in front of her, she finally allowed herself to cry. She had done everything in her power to protect you from Doyle and her past. Although you were physically safe, it was clear from your letters that the emotional toll was severe. She was only about halfway through the stack that she found in your bedside table, and she still had three months worth left to read. She knew she wouldn’t finish by the time you got home, but that was okay.

The raven haired woman sighed, picking up the next letter in the pile.

August 12, 2011

Emmy,

Fuck I miss you today. I wish you would’ve been here to ground me though that. Or kick some ass for me. The movers were nice enough to break my bed frame while bringing it up the stairs and then denied doing it. I watched him drop it, babe. I wasn’t even mad until he denied it. Don’t worry, I called the manager and received a full refund for the trouble.

I wish you were here to cuddle on this couch with me. I miss the way you’d hold me. I felt untouchable when I was in your arms. I think you’d like this new apartment though. The master bedroom has a killer view AND a balcony. It also has plenty of south facing windows for my houseplants, and room for many more. My collection has grown exponentially since you’ve seen it last. As odd as it sounds, they’ve helped me through this.

Sorry for the short letter today. Who knew moving halfway across the country would be so tiring? Could’ve fooled me. I love you, Emily. Always.

Emily chuckled lightly at your sarcasm, but soon felt the tears return.

Sadness began to fade within Emily, and anxiety soon took its place. She was unsure of how you would react when you came home after a long day at work to find your not-actually-dead partner sitting in your living room, reading your private letters, no less. Sure, they were technically addressed to her, but she knows you never thought anyone would read them. Maybe this wasn’t the best way to do this, but Emily vehemently rejected all help that the team offered. Hotch offered to call your Supervisor to have them sit you down to talk you through it. JJ nearly begged Emily to help in some capacity, already feeling immense guilt over the situation. Though, she almost let Rossi accompany her when he offered, and she was beginning to regret not doing so.

The regret faded almost instantly as Emily heard a key in the front door. Her heart rate increased and her chest became tight. The reality of the situation had settled in for Emily, and the uncertainty was paralyzing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a sorry attempt to calm her nerves, as she braced herself to face you. She heard the door shut, followed by footsteps that grew louder and louder until there was silence. Emily didn’t dare look up. Even as she heard the loud clatter of what she assumed were your keys colliding with the hardwood apartment floor.

“E… Emmy?”

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[jawllines]

I have so many things I want to highlight so here’s a big ol list of em. But first I need you to know that I’m at the end of my period and I feel like all of my weepy emotions are the same as they are at the beginning of my period lol. And tbh I think that worked in your advantage!!! But without further ado, The List:

All of Harry’s texts to y/n:

I’m always thinking about you.

Miss you.

&

You never have to thank me for anything.

I'm just happy to be able to help you, you know?

And don't worry about that at all. Take your time, I understand.

I’ll always wait for you.

The way they get after each other for being out of bed/being out in the rain

“I don’t have someone to look over me. I only have myself.” 

Harry shook his head, “You always have me,” he set the thermometer down on the table, then grabbed for the medicine, “Even. . .even if you hate me, you always have me.” 

Literally every single time Harry told her he missed her.

Niall pouted when he saw him the other day, flicking his shoulder, inquiring where all his luster went.

"You know where it went," Harry whined quietly.

Harry’s thoughts (the entire section but I’ll just write the first part):I love you – he wants to say, I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me to be away from you…”

Harry thinking, “you’re my person – even if the stars don’t think so, I know it.” And then her thinking this after Harry tells her he loves her: “You’re my soulmate, even if it’s not written in the stars.” ***THIS RUINED ME WHEN I PUT IT TOGETHER***

Y/n deciding getting to be with him now was better than never being with him. How she would rather be vulnerable and get hurt so she could experience love. How she was ready to build herself into his life as a permanent fixture even if he found his soul mate.

When (I think) she got her mark:

“It feels like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, or like her body had converted all the bitterness and sadness and general upset over her situation into something light and fluffy. Like the marshmallow you scoop out of a jar, or what clouds should feel like. It’s nice. She isn’t sure if it was making up with Harry that did it, or (THIS!!!) finally appreciating the outcome of her ability (CRIES) – touching and caressing the mark that will forever stay on his skin – but it felt. . .like something had clicked. Something made sense, that night, and it alleviated a pain that Y/N had been lugging around with her for so long” — when it clicked I think she got her mark!

Let’s be honest. The whole picnic scene. I can’t pick a part of it because the whole thing was perfectly and beautifully written and made my heart SO squidgy. But okay if I had to pick it’d be this line:

“Y/N thinks, that maybe the ‘something good’, is how wide his smile is after she says it.” — I’ve never been in love but it seems like it really is the little things 🥹

Harry pressing his hands on her bum when they go uphill on their hike

The entirety of Harry finding her mark. Being able to physically feel his emotions because of your writing. Being able to perfectly picture his face. How tender y/n is with him when she’s worried something wrong.

How nervous she was about finding out if it matched. I could feel the (crisp) trepidation. I felt like *I* didn’t know if it would match or not (even though you only write happy endings!!)

How perfectly you describe how she felt when she found out the matched. Pretty sure I actually let out a sigh of relief and my whole body unclenched. I could physically feel the peace she felt! How everything felt calm and clicked into place.

Them taking a picture of the mark!!! The second it was revealed it was on her neck I was like “TAKE A PICTURE TO SHOW US!!” Like I am in this with them.

How confident Harry was all along that she was his soulmate.

Everything about how sweet the sex is. I’m a sucker for sweet and gentle smut I can’t even lie. Makes me teary every time.

“We can stop here. I just wanted to make you feel good” “if you don’t get inside of me, I’ll scream” written like a true girl about to start her period

Of course him flipping her over. He’s so obsessed with her mark. He’s going to only ever want her to wear her hair up so he can touch it and kiss it and admire it.

How much ferret and Dolly love Harry and y/n more than the person that actually keeps them alive. The way they chirp when they see them. How they always have to go pick up the other cat because they can’t be left behind!! They truly became their own characters and added so much to the story.

This is so long but I could go on all day. Truly your best writing I think. These feel like the most believable characters. Everything about them was so well balanced. The way they felt and their emotions. How raw and vulnerable they were. How they both were messy but in the most normal human ways. Ugh how eager Harry was!!! I think he made me believe in true love lol. But he was just so sweet and gentle and eager and caring. And how there was always this almost lingering feeling protectiveness that y/n had over Harry?? How quickly it seemed like she’d fall apart if he was hurting or sad and when she was angry at him for not telling her the truth but she needed him to be looked after. UGH

Okay I have to be done because I’m about to cry again hahaha. So good. I’m obsessed and I wish I could read it all again for the first time. Thank you for sharing your gift with strangers on the internet 💛💛💛

(I never sign these things off but I’ll sign this one off lol 🐇🫀🫶🏼)

THIS LITERALLY MADE MY MOUTH DROP OPEN I COULD CRY???!! THANK YOU SO MUCH BUBBLES THIS IS SO NICE AND VERY THOUGHTFUL I LOVE YOU A LOT

IM REALLY HAPPY YOU LIKED IT :-) THERES LOTS OF LITTLE THINGS I DIDNT THINK ANYONE WOUKD CARE ABOUT OR NOTICE LIKE HOW MUCH THE KITTIES LOVE THE OTHER OWNER OR EVEN THEM MIRRORING THEIR THOUGHTS BUT YOU DID SO THAT MAKES ME HAPPY :D

[politemagic]

Hi Em!!!

3, 10, 16, 18 <333

3. what is your favorite way to self care?

tasty iced beverage + weed + ambient sound youtube videos + ao3. occasionally i’ll play some music instead of ambient sound, but for the most part i like the fantasy/gothic vibes. at the end of a long week you will find me stoned and knee deep in the x reader tag of the moment (dewdrop x vampire reader i am coming for you TONIGHT)

10. tell me about an insecurity you overcame.

we said uncomfortably deep, and uncomfortably deep we shall get. i’ve only recently overcome a lot of my insecurities when it comes to sex. my first boyfriend was a couple of years older than me and he managed to turn it into something completely shameful and embarrassing for me. he didn’t force me to do anything (and we didn’t do much at all) but he DID make me feel deeply ashamed of myself and managed to make me completely uncomfortable with the idea of sex for years. i'll spare all the specifics, but he made me feel bad for wanting anything, bad for not wanting anything, bad for the things i was into, bad for the things i wasn't into, and it was just... bad.

but then came mr. politemagic, who has been so incredibly patient, supportive, and loving through the entire process, even when he thought it was something that i'd never get back. it was hard fighting back against my own brain, the thing that shut down every desire i'd had for years, but 7 years and a lot of love, trust, and respect later i'm more comfortable with that aspect of myself than i ever thought possible. he got engaged to a girl who was terrified of sex and now he's got a wife who's a lil FREAK (and he thanks the lord above every day)

THAT ONE WAS SO MUCH IM SO SORRY ASHDHSKAKS

16. what is a skill or talent you’ve completely lost or overlooked? why did that happen?

i only recently started writing again. it was something i was PASSIONATE about my entire life, something everyone praised me for, and i wrote all the time. i did NaNoWriMo multiple times, and completed it. but then i got depressed, and my creativity went with it. it's been years since i wrote something for myself. but then came Sleep Token and.... well. you get it.

another one is that i used to play bass guitar, but i stopped because i wasn't able to bring it with me to college (and i didn't want to bother my roommate with it anyways). but i've still got it, and i've been thinking about playing again. if i do i'll let everyone know so they can tack on another bassist to swoon over /j

18. what is something you can’t bring yourself to get rid of?

i have a pair of white high top vans that are completely falling apart, but i will never get rid of them because they've got the signatures of just about every musician i've ever met on them. the most important one is i got Watsky's signature at the first show of his i ever went to, and i would cut off my right arm before i got rid of that.

ask me an uncomfortably deep question!

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: I love Dead Island 2, it’s just really freaking good. And I absolutely ADORE Bruno and I need more Bruno stories, but since I can find too many, I started to write some myself. Enjoy!

Pairing: Bruno x Fem!Reader

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“Bruno!” I exclaimed, laughing as he lifted me up, spinning the both of us around. I felt his chuckle against my back as he gently put me down on the floor.

“Hey, gorgeous.” I playfully hit his arm, and he laughed it off, before leaning in to softly kiss my lips. “I scare you?” He asked, sitting atop of the windowsill.

“Hell yeah, you did. You jerk.”

“Huh. And here I thought, you didn’t scare easily.” He shrugs pushing himself of the windowsill he was sitting on. “My mistake.”

“What did you come here for, Bruno?” I ask, not looking up from my work, on the workbench.

“What? A guy can’t see his partner from time to time?”

“Not unless his name is Bruno, and he always wants something from me.” I stated, and he scoffs. “I do not always come to you for that.”

“You are also, still not very good at lying.” I said reaching over to grab a screwdriver. “I have the receipts, don’t make me pull them out on your ass.”

“Okay, fine. Dios mío. Maybe, I do come to you for things—but it’s all for good reason, my friend.” I finally turn around, leaning back on the workbench giving him a look. “You said, that last couple times. And it’s getting old.”

“Alright, so I need you to come on a mission with me.”

“I always do, what’s so different about this one?” I ask, as I continue to fine tune and upgrade my weapons.

“This one is isn’t in any of the places we’ve already been. This is a new location, and I think you’re gonna like it.”

“Come on, Bruno! Stop stalling!”

“Okay, okay. We are going to Sola Fest!” He exclaimed, and I looked a him deadpanned. “Hey, what’s that face?”

“Call me uncultured, but what the fuck is Sola Fest?” I ask, and Bruno groans.

“Dios mío, mi amor. You don’t know what Sola Fest is?” I shake my head no, and Bruno grabs my wrist.

“Bruno! Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to your first Sola Fest, it’s going to be great! Just stick with me and we’ll have so much fun.”

“So much for ‘fun.’” I replied see as how the whole fest was covering walkers, butchers, and whatever the tall buff dudes are called.

They were all surrounding an area that someone had walled off purposefully. Someone was inside and was repeatedly telling us to go away and don’t come to Sola Fest, with signs and everything telling us to turn back.

“Well, that’s not creepy.” I said as I watched Bruno climb the fence, “Bruno! What on earth are you doing?”

“Checking it out. I’ll make sure it’s clear, then I come back for you.”

“Bruno..”

“I’ll be back, I promise.” I sigh and watch as he walked away to knock on the door, just the same voice telling us to go away.

“I don’t think she wants company, Bru.” I said, and Bruno turned and put a finger to his lips as if to shush me.

He crept around the corner of the building to find a zombie, pulling out her intestines and using them as whips, Bruno did eventually defeat her, and let me know it was save to hop the gate.

“Are you okay, Bru?” I asked gently grabbing his face and examining it for any cuts or bruises, along with the rest of his figure.

“I’m fine. I’m okay. And it’s me who should be worrying about you? Did any of the zombies get to you?”

“I’m alright, zombies are a thing of past. I can handle ‘em.” I stated and he shook his head with a small smile. “Shall we see what’s inside now?”

“Yep.” Bruno said opening the door for me, “After you.”

Let’s just see what this person has to say about Sola Fest…

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

'Stuck' for the writing prompts, for whoever you'd like to write about! (--@space-writes)

@space-writes I'm so sorry this took forever--I changed ideas twice before just deciding to continue with the Isaac/Kinslayer theme. So, uh, hope you enjoy gay stuff happening on a ship?

From this list of sexy prompt asks

Words: 2,493

Summary: While exploring the lower decks of a beached shipwreck, Isaac tries an unconventional shortcut. He doesn't regret it, not exactly.

Content Advisory: Possible claustrophobia trigger (being stuck/trapped in an enclosed space), suggestive touching, teasing, power dynamics play, spanking, look the first part of this is pretty silly, I'll mark the spot where things become spicier later on for those who want to opt out, and include an advisory about the sexy stuff beneath that cut off point

It was the first time Isaac had ever seen Kinslayer look surprised. As soon as they’d come through the watertight door and saw him their brows shot up—their mouth even fell open a bit. Given the circumstances, he couldn’t exactly congratulate himself.

“Help,” Isaac said, voice tiny.

They crossed the room, boots clomping on steel grating, until they stood in front of him. “The hell happened to you, bookworm?”

He tried to sigh, but the pressure around his ribs when he inhaled that deeply was too much. “I was trying to get back to the upper decks…”

“Uh-huh.”

“…but I got turned around somehow. All these ship passageways look alike.”

“That much I figured when you started calling for me with your thoughts. But why’re you halfway sticking out of the goddamn bulkhead?”

How good was their night vision? Good enough not to need a flashlight, apparently, but hopefully not enough to see how embarrassed he looked. “Well. Uh. I was looking for, er, the way out. And I happened to peek through that, that tube thingy with the metal trays hanging in front?”

“The cable ways, yeah.”

“I shone the light through that and spotted some steps. Over there.” Forlornly, Isaac pointed to the narrow staircase on the other side of the room. (Or what had Anaru said they were called on a ship? Compartments?)

“And lemme guess. You couldn’t find the door, so you tried to shimmy in through that vent and got yourself stuck instead.” Even in the gloom, he noticed their shoulders shaking.

Isaac huffed. “Don’t laugh.”

“Little too late for that, bookworm. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll get you out of there.”

“My hero.”

“If you’re going to sass me, though…”

“Okay, okay! Please just get me out of here. I’m probably already going to need a tetanus shot.”

“You want me to grab hold of your arms and pull?”

“No, I think that might just make it worse. If you pull from behind that should work—I can’t back out myself because my feet don’t quite reach the floor now.”

Kinslayer patted him on the head despite his scowling. “Give me a minute to find the passageway.”

Then there was nothing for him to do except wait. Isaac did his best to keep from imagining anything spooky lurking in the dark corners, or just outside his flashlight beam. Given that whole misadventure with Elfy the last time he’d explored a wrecked old ship, it wasn’t easy.

A light touch slid along the outside of his thigh and made him twitch in alarm.

“Easy, bookworm,” came Kinslayer’s voice, muffled by the metal wall separating them.

His heart shifted down a gear. “Get me out of here.”

“All right, let’s see what’s what.”

Isaac tried not to squirm as their hands roamed around, gently prodding at where his hips met the vent. Mostly. One wandered over to rest on his ass. Not squeezing or anything, just…there.

“What do you, um, think?”

“Well, looks like the waistband of your jeans could be holding you up. Might have to shuck ‘em.”

“Are you serious?” His voice had risen an octave or two.

“Could always just bring you food and water three times a day, if you wanna stay. Leave you some reading material.”

“Haha. Just…just do whatever you need to.”

His face grew hot as Kinslayer slipped a hand around to his front, working it between his abdomen and the vent enough to pop the button on his jeans. Isaac chewed his lips and tried to distract himself by listing every breed of dog he knew while they peeled the denim off his helplessly dangling legs, leaving it bunched around his ankles. A startled little yip leapt from his throat when their fingers dug into his hips.

“Ah, are you going to…erm…”

“Gonna what?”

“Help me?” His voice and the hope in it were too faint to even echo.

“Hmm. I dunno. Maybe if you ask real nice.”

“O-kay. Um. Help me…please?”

The smack on his ass, when it came, made him drop his flashlight; it went rolling across the floor, causing wild shadows to flit over the walls. Though of course it was futile, Isaac attempted to twist around and stare at Kinslayer in disbelief.

“You can do better than that, bookworm. Go on. Once more, with feeling.”

He kept perfectly still, brain whirring. Did they really want him to…what? Plead? Submit? Kinslayer had always discussed that kind of scenario with him beforehand. Then again, they did enjoy pushing his buttons—nudging him out of his comfort zones. Maybe this was just an unexpected opportunity to mess with him.

“What happens if I don’t?” The direct approach rarely went wrong.

It stung a bit, the second smack. “Then I spank this cute little ass until it glows like Rudolph’s nose on Christmas Eve.”

He gulped. “If I ask—if I beg…you’ll let me go?”

Two strikes landed in quick succession, making tears prickle in his eyes. “Naw, doubt it.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“It is fun, though.”

“For you maybe!”

!!! Explicit Scene Starts Below !!!

Content Advisory: Spanking, dirty talk, mild/referenced sadism, submission, anal fingering, brief degradation/humiliation, suggested group sex, we're basically watching Isaac unlock a new kink in real-time here

Kinslayer rested a hand on his flank. Gently, but it still made him flinch like he’d been jabbed with a thumbtack.

“Isaac.” Their voice had lowered to a purr—a growl?—that made the hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention.

“What?” he snapped.

“Are you hard?”

His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

“Are you?” they pressed, giving him a motivating slap.

“No!” Not all the way at least—he probably wouldn’t have even noticed his body reacting if they hadn’t brought it up.

Kinslayer’s laughter was felt more than heard, a subtle tremor in the air. Or maybe Isaac had just started shivering. “Liar.”

“I’m not—”

His protests earned a flurry of blows that made Isaac yelp and kick as much as the jeans still comically hanging around his ankles would allow. Metal edges dug into his ribs as he attempted to twist, turn, do anything to free himself and avoid the relentless palm from colliding with his backside again.

“Had enough?” Kinslayer asked, mercifully giving him a break. “You ready to admit defeat?”

He grit his teeth, sweat tickling the back of his neck and glueing his curls to his skin. “You wish.”

Hands were on him again, tugging off his boxers. Cinders singed his nerves as Kinslayer dragged their short nails down the curve of one asscheek. “You’re right. I do wish.”

Shit. Now he really was—

He couldn’t help it if his body reacted, though. It was the cool air, being naked yet half-dressed at the same time, the way their voice made his skin flush hot all over, and—Isaac shook his head to clear the rosy haze from his thoughts. It simply wasn’t fair. He couldn’t disobey or misbehave like this. The best he could do was sulk, but his heart wouldn’t be in it.

“Isaac. Am I going to have to beat an answer out of you?”

It wasn’t fair. Although…that didn’t mean he was helpless. Not completely.

“You wouldn’t.” He paused, heart hammering against the sheet metal imprisoning him. “You can’t.” Not quite his usual style of defiance, but it scratched the itch he hadn’t been able to reach before.

Somehow, he could sense Kinslayer’s expression change. In his mind’s eye, he saw a grin creep across their face, revealing a sharp crescent of teeth. Isaac took a shaky breath and wondered what, exactly, it said about him that fear wasn’t driving his pulse.

A hit with the most force behind it yet landed, sending his thoughts scattering like a break across a billiard table. Then another. And another, so close on the heels of the last that the stinging pain overlapped, intensifying. Kinslayer fell into a devious rhythm, striking the same spot until it felt branded, the shape of their hand seared into his flesh. Right at the edge of Isaac’s breaking point, though, they’d shift to the other side, starting the whole torturous process again. The compartment soon echoed with curses, cries, and, eventually, sobs.

“Okay, okay!” he finally gasped. “You win! Stop! Please!”

“Had enough, huh?”

“Yes, I’ll be good!”

“Oh, bookworm, it was never about you being good or bad.”

Swiping sweat from his eyes and still catching his breath, Isaac thought hard. What had they said? Not fair, but fun. He relaxed as much as his aching body would allow.

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice stayed surprisingly steady. “Because I’m stuck. You can do whatever you want to me right now, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”

Kinslayer’s pleased hum reverberated up and down his spine. “See? I knew you’d get it sooner or later. Glad we’re on the same page.”

There was a rustle of fabric. Not like they were undressing, but maybe…going through the pockets of their jacket? Isaac’s brows pinched as he listened, focused on what was coming next.

Of all the things he’d imagined, slick fingers sliding between his cheeks hadn’t made the list. Isaac jumped and hissed, the touch like dragging a live wire across his raw skin.

“I do believe you’ve earned a little treat, though,” Kinslayer told him. “Whaddaya say?”

“It’s up to you,” he said through gritted teeth and contrary to every instinct.

“Mmm. Now you’re starting to get it.”

A fingertip began to stroke his hole, setting off a wave of tingles that blended with the pain in a way that made him wish he could arch his back. He wriggled, but a hand gripped his hip. Breathing through his nose, Isaac made himself go still again. The insistence behind the caresses increased. His body didn’t put up much of a fight, allowing Kinslayer to push one long finger into him. Isaac shoved a fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles to keep quiet. Just because they had him dead to rights didn’t mean he had to broadcast how much it was turning him on. Or how fucking well the burn of being breached complemented the heat radiating from his oversensitive skin. They could read his thoughts if they wanted to know, so he wouldn’t bother admitting it out loud. Definitely wouldn’t beg for more, harder, faster, please and thank you. He wouldn’t.

Luckily, Kinslayer wasn’t asking for input. “You know, as cute as you are when you’re full of vim and vinegar, we ought to do this more often. Well, not the ‘stuck in a vent’ thing. More the ‘at my mercy’ part, I mean. Though, being in this wreck does bring back some fond memories.”

They withdrew their finger enough to add a second. Pressure and resistance as they filled him partway, then retreated a fraction only to thrust in deeper, working him open. Curling, both digits pressed upwards, seeking an angle of attack that would destroy any illusion of defiance he had left. The anticipation, simply knowing Kinslayer was going to win, to prod and pet until they made him—

Isaac gripped the flange of the vent and wished his legs would stop quivering.

“I worked on dozens of ships in the old days, before steam engines became common. Expeditions, piracy, whaling. Did I ever mention that?” Kinslayer continued. “I usually wound up around second or third command. You know, something like a bosun or mate. That way, I’d be the one who got to give the lashings and break green sailors to my will.”

Though he’d been braced for it, Isaac couldn’t hold back a sharp, stuttering inhale when they hit a place inside of him just so. Every stroke melted his bones and organs further into liquid pleasure. It dribbled down the ladder of his ribcage, thick and warm, to pool in his belly and settle heavily between his thighs. By the end, there’d be nothing left of him but a quivering puddle on the floor.

“You know how much fun I would’ve had if I’d found you like this on one of my ships, bookworm? I would’ve whipped you until you had more stripes than a zebra. Maybe, if I was feeling generous, I would’ve invited a couple of deckhands to join me so we could take turns with you.”

A choked whimper escaped his throat. Isaac hid his face behind his hands as Kinslayer laughed, low, dark, devoid of pity.

“Well, how about that? Never took you for an exhibitionist.”

He wasn’t. Not really. No matter what sounds came out of him.

“Or is it the thought of being helpless that’s got you hot under the collar? Getting spanked, being fucked while you can’t do a damn thing about it? Being used like the pretty toy you are?”

Couldn’t hide the noises anymore. Couldn’t keep them back. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care anymore. Just as long as Kinslayer didn’t stop. As long as he was allowed—

“You going to come like this, Isaac? Going to disgrace yourself?”

His voice was wrecked, in tatters. “If you want me to.”

Their other hand wrapped around his cock, easily gliding from tip to base and back. “Good answer.”

Lightning split Isaac asunder. Pleasure, white-hot, crackled through his spine, boiled his blood to rust-colored steam, withered his muscle fibers to ash, and gave him a glimpse of heaven before he drifted back down to earth. He hung limp, catching his breath in gasps. His aches and pains had grown distant. Were of a past lifetime. Forgotten.

Something squeezed in on either side of his ribs, grabbed ahold, and pulled him free as easy as pie. He tried to glare up at Kinslayer’s smirking face as they held him, arms wrapped around his waist. More than likely he just looked dazed and drowsy.

“You with me, bookworm?”

“Mm-hm.” Jerk.

They had one of their quiet, shoulder shaking laughs at his expense while they propped him against the wall. Bulkhead. Whatever. Using a little pack of wipes, they helped clean him up enough to get his clothing back in order. He winced as the waistband of his boxers and jeans slid up and over his ass.

“Som…” Isaac cleared his hoarse throat. “Something you learned from life at sea?”

One of Kinslayer’s brows quirked.

He pointed at the pack. “Always be prepared?”

“Oh, sure.” They tucked it back into the appropriate jacket pocket. “Modern lube keeps better than whale oil too.”

Isaac opened his mouth, then let it fall shut. Maybe his curiosity could stand to leave some stones unturned.

“Well, upsy-daisy, bookworm.”

“Wha—” He flailed as he was manhandled into being carried over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Can’t let you walk all the way up to the weather deck, can I? Denim’ll chafe your tender hide before I can tend to it. Unless you object?”

He heaved a sigh, though that didn’t stop him from relaxing, letting his arms dangle down their back. “Do I really have a choice?”

“You catch on real quick.”

[lulamadison]

For @lawruszo who said “128 lawrusso pls psls pls” on the 150 prompts writing ask game - here’s a little Lawrusso fic for you 😃

PROMPT 128: “you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

“You're pretty,” Johnny slurred, as he raised his hand and slapped it against Daniel's forehead, then ran it roughly down his face.

“And you're drunk,” Daniel said, pushing his hand away.

“Yeah, but I'm always drunk,” Johnny said with a shrug, as he crowded into Daniel's space and pressed him against the wall. “And you're always pretty.”

“Will you knock it off,” Daniel hissed, as he tried to squirm out of his grasp. “The kids are in the next room. This isn't how I want them to find out we're together.”

“Gotta tell 'em sometime,” Johnny said, as he lowered his head and ran his tongue along Daniel's exposed collarbone.

Daniel let out a gasp, then he chuckled as he said, “That's cheating, you asshole. You can't win this fight with sex.”

“Doesn't seem like you're putting up much of a fight to me,” Johnny said, then he kissed his way up Daniel's neck.

“You can't even get it up when you're this drunk, you idiot,” Daniel said with a laugh. “If you wanted to get laid tonight you should have stopped after the first six pack.”

“Yeah, but you're sober. You can still get it up,” Johnny said with a devilish grin. “And for what I've got in mind that'll do.”

“OK, now you're tempting me,” Daniel said, as he ran his hands up Johnny's biceps, then pulled him into a kiss. He pulled away, and said, “Jesus, you taste like a brewery.”

“I promise I'll brush my teeth before I suck your cock,” Johnny replied with a grin, as he ran a hand down to Daniel's crotch and pressed it against him.

“OK, that's enough for now,” Daniel said, pulling away. “Amanda isn't coming to get the kids till 7 and I don't want to have hide a boner for an hour.”

“Your wang's so small no one would probably realise anyway,” Johnny replied.

“Oh, very funny,” Daniel said.

“Yeah, it's like a Cocktail Weiner,” Johnny said.

“Yeah, well we'll see how you like my Cocktail Weiner dick when you're riding it,” Daniel replied.

“Who said I'm gonna do that, huh?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe I'm gonna just lay there and let you get on with it?”

“Yeah, right,” Daniel scoffed. “Since when do you ever do that?”

“You like it when I order you around in bed,” Johnny replied.

Daniel let out a snort of derision. “What you do is called begging, Johnny. You don't order me around.”

“Whatever,” Johnny replied, as he reached over and took another beer. “We'll see who's begging later.”

“You're drinking more?” Daniel asked.

“Gotta do something to keep myself busy till the kids leave,” Johnny said with a wicked grin.

-

“Pizza's ready,” Daniel said, as he placed the trays in the centre of the table.

“I'm starving,” Robby said, as he reached out an took a slice.

“Me too,” Sam said.

“Are you looking forward to the movie?” Daniel asked as he sat down at the table.

“Yeah,” Anthony said. “I mean the first one was so cool.”

“When he shot all those guys in the nightclub,” Robby replied, then he licked tomato sauce off his thumb. “That was so awesome.”

“I like when he kills all the guys in his house and the cop's just like 'Oh, hey John,'” Anthony said with a laugh.

“I'm still not sure why your mother let you watch that film at your age,” Daniel sighed. “You were far too young for all that violence.”

“Yeah, like I didn't see violence every day when Sam was getting her ass kicked by those Cobra Kai kids all the time,” Anthony said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey!” Sam shouted. “I'm right here.”

“Anthony, don't talk about your sister like that,” Daniel chided.

“I'm just kidding around,” Anthony replied.

Daniel went to speak again, but something touched his leg, almost making him jump, then he felt it again, as Johnny's bare foot moved up his leg.

Daniel let out a cough, then glanced over at Johnny, who was staring back at him with a look of pure angelic innocence, as if he'd never done a thing wrong in his whole life, as if he wasn't edging his way up to Daniel's crotch, while he was sat at the table with their kids.

“So,” Daniel started. He coughed again then rested his chin on his left hand, as he surreptitiously moved his right hand under the table and batted Johnny's foot away. “Do you know what time the movie finishes?”

“Some time after 11, I think,” Sam said. “It's pretty long, but mom said she'd give us a ride home after it.”

“Good, good,” Daniel said thoughtfully, as he batted Johnny's foot away again.

“You guys should come with us,” Sam said. “You liked the first one.”

“I think we're just gonna relax here,” Daniel said, as he felt Johnny's foot press up against him and and his toes wiggled. Daniel took a deep breath, then said, “It's been a busy week, and I think I'll have an early night.”

“You aren't driving home, are you, dad?” Robby asked, a note of nervousness in his voice. “You've had a lot of beers.”

“I'll just crash on the couch,” Johnny said, then he looked at Daniel. “If LaRusso doesn't mind, of course.”

Johnny brushed his foot back and forth across Daniel crotch, causing him to draw in a gasp.

“No, no, it's fine,” Daniel said, feeling himself start to get hard.

“Yeah,” Johnny said, with a look of amusement on his face. “You wouldn't want me getting into an accident, would you? Ending up with broken bones.”

Johnny wiggled his toes against Daniel's cock again, and he was definitely hard now. Straining against his underwear, wet spot on his pants levels of hard, and it was going to be impossible to hide it if he had to stand up.

There was a sound of a car pulling up in the driveway, and a horn beeped.

“Mom's here early,” Sam said.

“Grab some napkins from the kitchen and take your pizza with you,” Daniel said.

“OK,” Sam said, as she stood, grabbing two slices of Pizza and taking them over to the kitchen.

As the kids moved out of sight, Daniel turned to Johnny and silently mouthed, “You dick.”

“My dick's not the problem, man,” Johnny whispered back.

“Just you wait,” Daniel said quietly. “I'm gonna make you pay for this.”

“Can't wait,” Johnny replied with a wink.

The kids came rushing back from the kitchen, and Sam ran over and kissed Daniel on the cheek. “Love you, dad. See you later.”

“Love you too,” he said, as he pulled her into a hug at his side.

“See you, dad,” Robby said, as he opened the door.

“Have a good night,” Johnny shouted after him.

“Yeah, you too,” Robby said, as he closed the door.

“Oh, I definitely will,” Johnny said as he fixed Daniel with a cocky grin.

“You prick,” Daniel said, as he jumped out of the chair and swatted Johnny across the shoulder. “Why did you do that?”

“Because it was fun, man,” Johnny said with a laugh. “Next time I'm gonna make you come in your pants while Amanda is here.”

“Don't you dare!” Daniel said, and when Johnny laughed loudly, he said, “I think it's time for you to pay for what you just did.”

“Yeah,” Johnny said, then he playfully added, “Are you gonna tell me off for being a bad boy?”

“Go up to my room right now, then strip, and wait for me,” Daniel said forcefully, taking a step towards him.

“Holy shit, LaRusso,” Johnny said, swallowing visibly.

“You like that, huh?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah,” Johnny said with a nod.

“Go upstairs,” Daniel said firmly. “Take off your clothes and wait for me.”

“OK,” Johnny said, then he took off towards the bedroom.

Daniel let out a chuckle as he watched Johnny practically run up the stairs, then he turned back towards the table and picked up the leftover Pizza. He spent a few minutes cleaning up, intent on letting Johnny wait alone in the bedroom. That asshole deserved it after what he'd put Daniel through.

Once he started the dishwasher he headed up the stairs, and into his bedroom.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” Daniel asked as the door swung open.

Johnny was face down on the bed, snoring loudly. His clothes were still on, as if he'd face planted onto the bed the second he got through the door.

“Wake up, you dick,” Daniel hissed as he poked him in the shoulder.

Johnny let out a sound that didn't sound like words, just a long groan of displeasure.

“Wake up!” Daniel said, as he shoved him again.

“Leave m' alone,” Johnny slurred, as he pushed Daniel's arm away, then promptly started snoring again.

“You asshole,” Daniel sighed, then he climbed off the bed and headed towards the shower.

[secrets-of-everwich]

03-1 Proof of Something Strange

[Click]

{Callie}

Hello, this is Callie Hewitt on the 3rd October 2021, and I have some amazing news. We’ve had someone – finally - write in to the podcast!

{Voice}

Callie, I’m right here.

{Callie}

Even better, they’re here in the studio! Mr Morris, you said you had some… Interesting information about something?

{Mr. Morris}

Callie, you can just call me Ash? Like you normally do? Or Asher will be fine? I literally see your brother like every day.

{Callie}

Yes, but this needs to be professional, Mr. Morris.

{Asher}

Remind me how many listeners you have?

[A Pause]

{Callie}

Ok, Ash, what did you see?

{Asher}

Well… Ok, don’t think I’m crazy or whatever. I probably am but I wasn’t gonna tell anyone but then you overheard me talking to X and then you dragged me into doing this so.

{Callie}

I won’t judge! You think I’d be doing this if I cared what people think?

{Asher}

True. Ok. Well. Yesterday, as you know I was visiting the haunted house because it was Rin’s birthday and I wanted to do something fun! And, then X asked me to come with him – he wanted to show me something, or so he said. And, then we went into the basement – we left Em and Rin to go on the- Why am I telling you that, you were literally there?!

{Callie}

We need it for the record, remember?

[Callie clears their throat]

{Asher}

Oh yeah! We left Rin & Em to go on the show tour with you. Xavier took me down into the basement. It… Wasn’t fun. We walked down, the lights were growing dimmer. They’re like those old-style festoons but they were really flickery, I never like lights like that, but they’re really good for stage lights because they’re-

Oh, sorry! Well we walked down the steps, and I nearly fell because the steps are really – and I mean really – breaking like they’re really worn down and slippery, so I nearly fell down and X had to catch me… So anyway we got down the steps and I was really cold because you know it’s October and it’s freezing because it’s autumn. And it was a basement. Ugh I don’t want to do this, I just want to forget about it, you know I hate spiders!

{Asher}

{Callie}

Asher, Xavier won’t talk to me about this. And if I talk about it, it doesn’t seem as… Professional. I need you to tell me!

Um… If that was meant to be persuasive it wasn’t really… Working…

{Callie}

Please, Ash?

{Asher}

Fine! We got down there, it was freezing, and… Spiders. Lots of them. They were green too. All crawling along the walls and the floor. They didn’t totally cover the stone walls, but. They were there. I tried to tell X that I didn’t wanna be here anymore, and I wanted to leave, but he said there was more I needed to see.

[A long pause]

He, um, opened the door.

[Another pause]

Callie, please I don’t want to do this.

{Asher}

{Callie}

Literally nobody will listen. I still only have 1 listener, and because they’re anonymous I’m still not unconvinced it isn’t Xavier putting it on mute and just playing it so I get a single listener.

[Sounds of a chair moving, getting fainter] Nope, nope, that’s even worse, nope.

[Sounds of a door opening and slamming shut]

{Callie}

ASH! [Getting fainter] Come back!

[Sounds of a door opening]

[A long pause. Radio static]

[Sounds of a door closing]

[Getting louder] Well, that’s just great. Our only primary source has left. I could try Xavier… But he’s already said no. I don’t know where the key is to the basement, so I can’t go check myself. God, sometimes I swear this town, or someone in it, is deliberately trying to make this harder for me.

Actually, how did X get into the basement at all?! The door’s never left unlocked. I’ve asked mum and dad, they don’t know what’s in there, and they definitely don’t know where the key is. Did X find the key? It wouldn’t be the first time there’s been something hidden in the bookshelves, like that jou- Like nothing I’ve found. I’ll have to ask X if he still has the key. And if he knows where it is.

[Click]

[Radio static for a moment]

[Click]

He doesn’t. He found it on Friday evening, went down there that evening to check it out, took Ash down there because he needed to know he wasn’t insane and locked the door behind him, and put the key in his pocket. It is no longer in his pocket. He has no idea where it is. I emphasise my previous statement about the whole town is against me finding the secrets. But, I’m determined to find them. It’s not like this is a new thing – I’ve been interested in the secrets of Everwich for years now. Anyway, since our primary source has left the building, and another potential primary source will not talk to me, I guess that’s it for this episode. Thank you for listening, that’s it for today’s Secrets of Everwich with Callie Hewitt!

[quieter] Nope, that’s not it either.

[Click]

[Click]

{Voice}

[Very faint, recording keeps glitching out]

Drat-

[Click]

[slafkovskys]

okay i’m sorry for the incoming spam, but i love you and you’re writing so, can i request prompt 16 from list 1 with cutter gauth?

16. “no, let me sleep.”

“sleeping beauty,” a familiar voice coos in your ear. you groan, rolling over to the other side and pulling the covers over your head to block him out. he chuckles in response, poking at your sides which causes you to swat at his hand, “it’s time to wake up.”

“leave me alone. ‘s early,” you mumble, tightening your grip on the sheets when he tries to pull them away from you, “william, i am not joking around.”

“i’m not joking around either, y/n,” you finally poke your head out and find cutter staring down at you with a soft smile on his lips, “there you are. now was the use of my first name really necessary?”

“yes because you’re pissing me off by waking me up at,” you turn to look at the clock on the bedside table, “8:30 in the morning? we’re on vacation, cut.”

“and you’re the one that wanted to stay up until 2 o’clock watching harry potter,” he quirks an eyebrow, shoving your hand away when you send him the middle finger. you try to cocoon yourself back under the covers in the bed you two had been sharing since you had arrived three days before, but he isn’t having it, “nope. tee time’s at ten and i know you’re going to want breakfast before. get up.”

“no, let me sleep,” you whine, “i didn’t agree to golf.”

“i know that you didn’t. i made the plans for us. quality time- don’t make those eyes at me they aren’t going to work,” he sends a rather harsh slap to your rear end, which even over the comforter you had insisted on keeping on the bed, sting a little bit, “up and at ‘em. i’ll give you ten more minutes and if you aren’t in that shower when i come back, i’ll drag you in there myself.”

safe to say nearly thirty minutes later, you were stumbling down the stairs with cutter chasing after you because you had slapped him in retaliation and now he was trying to get you back a second time. you squeal when he wraps his arms around you, swinging you in a circle, “cutter if you don’t put me down-”

“well good morning to the happy couple,” kennedy smirks as she spots the two of you.

you tap cutter’s hand gently, “we’re not a couple, ken. you know this.”

“i mean sharing a bed, you’re his plus one on family vacations, whatever this is,” she gestures to the two of you. even though he had set you down, he kept you within arm's length with an arm draped loosely around your waist, giving you the option to move away if you wanted to.

you didn’t.

“had me fooled!” kingston shouts from the living room.

“thank you! anyway,” kennedy sighs as she pops a grape into her mouth, “do you want to go down to the beach with me, y/n? dad got us really good spots today.”

“i can’t. i’ve been nominated for golf apparently and already been promised breakfast,” you sigh, tugging cutter towards the door before kennedy could make another jab at the two of you, “tomorrow?”

“so i’m being scheduled now? cool.”

“she didn’t mean it like that, y/n,” cutter says when you get into the truck, “she just-”

“i think i want mcdonald’s. something greasy,” you change the subject, “gimme your phone so i can put it in.”

requests are closed!

[azure-faye]

going thru my reblogs jus cause and found some freaky DC shit… specifically Batfam/Batboys stuff… kinda sad bc I can’t find my niche of freaky content for my fave boys out there :( specifically I was looking through yandere-daydreams stuff abt them (check em out!! go thru the #not mine. tag and scroll down far enough, you’ll fine it ;)) hehe) and UGHHH it renewed my urge to rewrite some actual fandom/fanfic shit for this blog. I usually keep that stuff to myself bc I find writing fanfic hard T-T IM SO WORRIED ABT THEM BEING OOC LIKE. BBG. IM WRITING THEM FUCKING MY AUTHOR/READER INSERT AMALGAMATION MAIN CHARACTER. AND BEING ABSOLUTELY DERANGED. THEY R ALREAY OOC. I SHOULD MAIL A PIPE BOMB TO THE DC EDITORIAL STAFF OFFFIC!!!! (<—that prev statement is a JOKE btw. it is a JOKE.)

sooooo who knows. maybe I’ll write some. or maybe I’ll write something that’s vaguely DC inspired, if anything. to take the edge off? we’ll see ;). ugh, I just wanna write about a group of fucked up vigilantes kidnapping some poor civilian and having a weird pseudo incestuous relationship with them is that so hard :(((