#anon's amazing fic

[0vergrowngraveyard]

Can we get a crossover between the two greatest baby-tails content creators-Your art+@myyla-x's fics? The way they describe little 2 year old Tails and the way you draw him are just the cutest!! Can't believe no one's asked for this yet!

Any of the scenes would be great to see in your art style, but the one that's on my mind is when Sonic spoon feeds him chili. It's so sweet!

Love your art so much ❤️

aashdifh tysm <3

and i absolutely can, this scene was adorable and i melted

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also

[allastoredeer]

Every time I see a wildly OOC fic of Alastor I imagine Vox wrote it. Especially if it involves Radiostatic. XD

LMAO I can just imagine you scrolling through fics and finding a super OOC one and just

Vox thought we wouldn't notice, but we did. What else did you expect from someone with the username FuckAlastor4Life and their blog fuck-alastor-but-not-in-a-sexy-way.horny.com.org.gov.

[frikatilhi]

About the elevator prompt... Jere’s head fell back slightly, leaning into the contact, his mind finally slowing down as he focused on the sensation of Bojan’s arms around him.

"Bojan… I…"

"It’s okay," Bojan murmured, his voice even softer now, his lips brushing Jere’s skin as he spoke.

"I’m here."

Jere’s pulse quickened for a different reason, his breathing deepening as he tried to steady himself. But it was hard when Bojan was this close, when his voice was this soothing, when his touch was so… gentle. Jere turned his head slightly, his cheek almost brushing against Bojan’s.

"Bojan…" Jere’s voice was a whisper, uncertain, but there was something else there, something vulnerable.

Bojan’s breath caught, his hands stilling on Jere’s waist as he realized how close they were, how his lips had been so near to Jere’s neck. He swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in just a fraction more, his voice barely audible.

"We’re gonna be okay," Bojan said, but there was a different kind of promise in his tone now, one that made Jere’s heart skip a beat. Jere nodded slowly, his breathing finally evening out, but it wasn’t just Bojan’s box breathing or his calming words that had grounded him. It was the way Bojan held him, the way he didn’t let go, the way his presence felt like a lifeline in the small, stifling space of the elevator.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, the tension between them shifting, changing into something new, something neither of them was ready to name just yet. But as the lights flickered back on and the elevator jolted into motion again, Jere knew that something had shifted between them, and it wasn’t just the relief of being free from the tiny, trapped space.

When the doors finally opened, Bojan released Jere slowly, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary. Jere turned to look at him, their eyes meeting with an intensity that made his breath hitch again.

"Thank you," Jere said, his voice still a bit shaky, but there was something more in his eyes now.

Bojan smiled, a small, understanding smile.

"Anytime, Jerč."

ANON 😳

For the rest of the day, Jere could feel the ghost of Bojan's touch lingering on his skin.

It didn't mean anything, he told himself. Bojan was helping him out, trying to ground him when he was so clearly staring to spiral out of control. Bojan has been battling with a lot of his own demons lately, and he saw Jere needing a little help and stepped in the way he knew how.

It didn't mean anything.

But Jere couldn't shake the feeling that took over him while being held by Bojan. He was going through the motions, saying the words people expected of him, nodding and smiling and laughing and signing what needed to be signed, but all the while all he could feel were Bojan's arms around him, Bojan's lips against his skin.

It was no mystery why. Jere wasn't stupid, and he was perfectly capable of admitting it to himself.

Jere had imagined being near Bojan enough times for it to become a habit, and despite their constant hugs and hair ruffles when they were around each other, he knew he craved something more. And the way Bojan's whole body had hovered on his skin just now... it felt like more. It felt intentional. It felt... meaningful.

Jere knew it was his own wishful thinking that made it feel like that. Bojan was just trying to help. But the tingle on Jere's skin just wouldn't go away, and it made his whole body ache with the knowledge of Bojan's solid presence.

Late in the afternoon, Jere was standing by himself, fiddling with a water battle, when Bojan came to him.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked quietly, resting his hand on Jere's lower back. It took Jere everything he had not to react, to pull away.

"Yeah, of course," he said, trying to make his voice even.

"Are you really? You haven't been... since the elevator, you've seemed a bit... razzled."

Jere took a breath. Bojan's hand was still there, and he couldn't--

"I'm really fine."

"Okay," Bojan said. "Just wanted to make sure. Sometimes, after something like that, it might take a while to get back to normal. Keep drinking that water, okay?"

Bojan's thumb started making some careful circles on Jere's skin.

Jere flinched.

Bojan's hand stilled.

[thebest-medicine]

So someone sent me an anon ask saying something like “well you’re terrible at writing so maybe you should stop and get a new hobby” I don’t want to bother publishing the ask (already blocked and deleted oop) to give attention to it but one thing about it kind of stuck with me. My question for people with this thought process…. do you…..do you think you have to be “good” at something for you to be ‘allowed’ to have it as a hobby? My dudes..hobbies are about doing things you enjoy… for you and you alone…. it has nothing to do with being arbitrarily ‘good’ or not friend.

To anyone worried about not writing / drawing / whatever else because you aren’t good at it, you don’t have to be! life is about creation and fun and finding joy in the things you do and where you are

[frownyalfred]

Okay, consider Batman fucking up a Metropolis cop, because they're crooked and his friends, who may or may not be crooked too, shoots at Batman.

Only, Superman is very suddenly there and looming and ready to fuck them up for trying to hurt his Batman, in his city. The cops shit themselves because Superman is about to go feral as he only ever does for like. Lois and Bruce, and Bruce is doing his "Kal" thing, and while Superman doesn't rough them up (he does drop them off with the commish and demand they be put under review or something) he does insist the crooked cop(s) has(d) it coming.

Maybe it ends up on the news or something, from the body cam footage, and Superman gets to say something like, "If a bat goes after a cop, they have it coming." to the media. Just, Clark being ride or die with bats and also ACAB.

I love this, anon! You/someone should definitely write this into a fic! I would read it!

[cloud-somersault]

I just came across this beautiful animation of shadowpeach and was immediately reminded of the shapeshifting chase you wrote in the epilogue, if I'm not mistaken: https://x.com/hocrea/status/1832572055641792993?t=mSd2TUr5Q3tyNK8C27V2OQ&s=19

AWW THIS IS SO CUUUTE!! i LOVED THAT!! It really is just like t-tag!! It's so cute that it's past shadowpeach...just like constellations!past!shadowpeach did all the time 🥺🥺🥺🥺

it would be cute if Wukong and Macaque did t-tag again....but this time, the reward is kisses!!! 💕💕

[zenbofication]

Do you think gangle would comfort jax if he had a break down about corn? Or if fhe adventure of tue day was a corn maze?

Yeah i think she would! Shed probably follow that "treat others how you want to be treated" saying and hope that showing him some compassion would make him treat her better! (And also cuz shes worried about him ofc) Tho i think she would be confused as to why out of everything theyve been thru in this digital hell a corn maze is what affects him most...

[wilsonthemoose]

https://www.tumblr.com/wilsonthemoose/736428354816933888/heyyy-do-you-accept-fic-prompts

ok so i was thinking about a fic set in early s5 where hunters take sam and use him as a weapon to fight demons by force feeding him demon blood and he has to go through the withdrawals when there are no signs of any demons to fight and this goes on for a while and maybe the word gets out between hunters and dean somehow finds out but he doesn't try to rescue sam immediately and just thinks maybe sam deserves to suffer a bit for the apocalypse and all but eventually comes around and saves him :]

also good luck with your studies! <3

Anon!!!! <333333

@ambersock it's for this amazing prompt which I got in like... December. Not a 100% sure yet how much I'll adhere to it, you know I always end up changing things, but that's the general idea!

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Here's what he knows: he's in an abandoned building somewhere near the coast. The place probably used to be, or was supposed to be, an apartment building. The area of the wall filled with rough cement probably used to be a window but the people holding him captive haven't done him the disservice of underestimating him and the window is gone, as is the one in the bathroom. The people who captured him are hunters, but that was a given.

They've changed location five times, they've changed vehicles three times.

By his less than reliable count, it's been over four months.

To no avail, Sam tries to tell them that he can do the job well enough without the blood. "Demon-bitch thinks we're dumb enough to get ourselves killed," they say when he brings it up. Sam tries not to dwell on the nicknames.

[oifaaa]

I genuinely think “Tim Drake invented fanon batfam” is the worst thing you could say about him and that’s really harsh but he does deserve it

You gotta admit it makes sense with the way fanon likes to make tim the main character™ and how it likes to characterise others like damian and dick

[chilschuck]

hi it’s me again sorry for spamming you but just imagine chil sewing up a patch in your clothes while they’re still on you… the TENSION!!!

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WAHHHH OMG NO NEED TO BE SORRY!!! i always love hearing from you guys!!! <333 AND THIS IS SOOOO TASTY WTF.

maybe your top got ripped while in an altercation with a monster, and chil being the guy he is, motions you over to sit beside him. he pulls out his thread and needle, furrowing his brow in concentration. “let me patch it up for you.”

and it feels like your brain is on fire. he’s so close, hands working in that skilled way that always grabs your attention. you have to bring yourself to look at something other than his work when his fingers brush against your skin, causing the both of you to inwardly shiver. he’s less obvious about it, too engrossed in making sure it’s done correctly and neatly, but there’s still that tension there neither of you can deny. it’s rich and suffocating at the same time, and doesn’t end even when he pulls away after finishing patching it up.

“thank you,” you can’t help but whisper to him, and he just gives a curt nod. chil gets up to busy himself with something, anything, and you sit there still thinking about his accidental touch to your middle. maybe you should rip your clothes more often…

[sunsetsandsunshine]

I AM THINKING SO HARD ABOUT YOUR LEE MM!LEO FIC OH DEAR GOD

And now I'm wondering what would happen if April DID come to school with the intention to wreck the shit out of leo-

But like, she makes it a game instead.

Every time they pass each other in the fucking halls before lunch, April will just wiggle her fucking fingers at him with a grin that just screams 'I'm coming for you-' and Leo is now fearing for his LIFE by the time lunch rolls around.

But then April sits next to him and does fuck all NOTHING.

Scare the shit out of him until lunch and then pretend like nothing happened

And then go after his loser ass after school cause he let his guard down/aff

Anyways don't mind my rambling my brain is going like 100mph and if I have to suffer with the idea I might as well let u suffer with it too/pos

OH MY GOSH

OH MYGOSH

OHHHHHHHHHHHH

MMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY

GOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH 🫶🏾🕺🏾🫶🏾💗💞💕💝💗💖✨💓💕💖💗💞🕺🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾💞

ANON I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO HAVE TO FIND YOU AND MARRY YOU BECAUSE WHO THE ACTUAL HELL GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO COME UP WITH SUCH AN 🥹ADORABLE🥹 YET 😈EVIL😈 HEADCANON ⁉️⁉️⁉️ /lh /pos /hj

Bro, I can just imagine April randomly texting Leo during class and the text is something like “I’m gonna get youuuuu 🤗😙😇😙🤗😇😙” WITH THOSE DUMB EMOJIS THAT ARE TICKLE-HINTED…YKNOW WHAT I MEAN???

And Leo, being, well, Leo, he’s just PANICKING cuz, like, April knows he loves and likes being tickled…but that’s not what the text is referring to…right? RIGHT???

So he texts back saying: “April 😅🥲…? April, if you don’t mind me asking…what the actual fuck is your text supposed to mean???”

AND SHE JUST SENDS HIM THE “😉” EMOJI AND HE PANICS EVEN MORE…

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, APRIL???????!!!!!!!”

And respectfully so, he is just giggly and a flustered mess the entire day. So at the end of school, he goes up to her and is all like, “April…what did your text mean?”

And the girl acts so freaking innocent and she’s all like, “Oh! That? I was just gonna ask you for the Bio notes. Thought you got my hint…what did you think it meant?”

Then Leo gets all red in the face and is like, “Nothing 🥲🫠…”

THEN FINALLY SHE JUST ABSOLUTELY WRECKS HIS SHIT 💕💖💞💗💓💗💕💖💞💝

TAGS BC AHHUHGGGHH YOU GUYS NEED TO SEE THIS ASAP:

@shut-up-jo @veryblushyswitch @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz @my-l0v3r-v3rse

@savemeafruitjuice @skyloladoodles @jamiesgotchu @rice-cake-teen10 @creativecutie

[d6volution]

there’s not enough Caine stuff in the fandom, so I’m here to ask to change that! /lh

But frfr, I had a silly goofy idea, Caine with a Mime!s/o who can talk, it’s just she doesn’t more often than not, even during sex 👀

So like, Caine trying to get mime reader to make any noise during sex? PLEASE 🙏

oh my god, i had to answer this right away because the oc im creating for tadc is based on a mime 😭🫶🏽 that sounds like an absolutely great idea and very hot omg.. this fic will definitely be in the queue, holy cow.

(if you guys are interested, I can post more about my mime oc, I plan to get them commissioned one of these days.)

[allastoredeer]

Do you have an idea of when you might release the next part of just kiss already? I don't want to rush you or anything, I'm just curious

I was hoping to get it finished and posted this weekend, but it's getting longer than I anticipated, so my new goal is to have it finished and posted by next weekend.

I have been rewriting the first three fics in between writing this one, and I actually just posted the revised version of "De-Lovely" this morning ^.^ (shoutout to halleyshiro! Thanks for beta'ing for me! You're amazing 😍)

The story is ultimately the same, nothing MASSIVE was changed. I just went a little deeper in description and hashed out more of Lucifer's thoughts and feelings. I think it flows a LOT better now and I'm very happy with how it turned out. You don't have to reread it to understand the rest of the series, but there's a few more goodies added to it if you're looking for anything new, so its there if you want it 😊

Crossing my fingers that this next fic won't take much longer LOL I'm very excited to post it. I'm having a lot of fun with Alastor and Lucifer's dynamic.

[cerise-on-top]

Hi!! This might be awkward because it's my first time requesting something but I'll try my best.

Could you write a Fem!Reader x Farah where the reader is a Belly Dancer?

Just them meeting and feeling a spark between them. I'm a dancer and it would mean the world to me.

Thanx in advance!

Hey there! I went a little wild with that one since I've been wanting to write something a bit more elaborate for a while now, hope you don't mind =)

Farah with a Belly-Dancer!Reader

The chill of the evening made you shiver, its breeze gently caressing your skin as though you were a lover long lost. And yet, your performance continued as the audience cheered for you. Four evenings you had been performing now, calming the minds and souls of the weary freedom fighters that battled demons each day, trying to gain their freedom from their cruel oppressors. In the darkness of the night, you danced, giving them a glimpse of hope, showing them what they’re fighting for: A future in which neither man nor woman, adult nor child, had to fear for their life. A future in which everyone was treated as equal with love and compassion. From the ashes of war, that future would arise, growing, nurtured by the community found in the broken homes of the people crying for help. You were there to remind the fighters that that was the life to be had once all of this was over.

A small celebration it was, with many having gone to bed, dreaming of green plains among which their children would play. But not you. You would dance the night away. For as long as you could move, for as long as you could improve someone’s night, you would continue to dance. Your graceful movements, paired with the drums of another, made for quite the spectacle. Although tired, the people cheered for you to continue, to entertain them with your entire being. Those fights riddled them with fear, engraving into their hearts emblems of terror, but you dulled the pain, if just for the duration of which you performed your heart out. The rewards weren’t applause, whistles and flowers being thrown at your feet, it was tomorrow. A tomorrow that was one day closer to being ideal. One day, the wars would be over, but until then you shall hold on.

And the chill of the evening almost made her shiver as well. Farah took notice of the gathering of people over at the building, convening in front of it as though offerings to praise the gods were being made. But there was no such thing, for a benevolent and kind deity would never allow this many of her brothers and sisters to fall. And yet, her curiosity betrayed her in that she turned to look at the blissful scene. As her people clapped along to the music, she felt intrigued. Who was it that brought joy in such dark times? Who would bring about such bright smiles? Who would make those soldiers feel at ease during times of war? It must have been someone, who had lost their mind, evidently. And yet, there was a sense of gratitude. Why wallow in misery, one day it will all have been worth it. One day, those uncertain times would finally be over and they could finally rebuild their cities from the rubble, that, which has been so unfairly been laid waste to.

And among that stage was something Farah would have never believed, had she not seen it with her own eyes. A trick of the dim light, perhaps. Maybe even a phantom, sent to entice her. She was strong, much more so than even her closest companions would believe, but what she saw on stage gave her a feeling of contentment. There was no certainty you were real, perhaps you were an illusion caused by her fears and worries, perhaps you were a foul demon that sought to get her off her path of righteousness. Either way, you were ethereal. The passion behind your movements was enough to convince her that you must have been some greater being. You brought cheer and happiness to the almost hopeless. Oh, how Farah wished she could have gone onto that stage, show her chivalrous side and protect you from all harm. But her mission would allow her to do so anyway.

And what you saw almost made you freeze in place. A woman, hardened by the battles she’s fought and won, but the kindness in her eyes was very much there. She was rough around the edges, she had been beaten down so many times, but she never ceased to fight, she never ceased to do what was right. For herself and the people she believed in. From below, she stared right back at you, her eyes sparkling brighter than the stars above. Although you had recognized her from hearsay, you never would have thought you would get to see her in person, much less have someone of such importance watch your performance. It was the incentive you needed, the energy boost given to you after a small break, that invigorated you. You were born anew under her gaze, a warm feeling overcoming you. And just like that, just because that woman watched you with such intent, you could continue to dance the night away.

But even as that youthful joy began to settle in your heart, you felt the urge to talk to that woman. She, who had no name you knew of so far, had captivated you in a way you couldn’t describe as you were. Perhaps the gods knew what it was you were feeling, but you, a mere mortal, lacked the understanding. And thus, as the masses slowly began to disperse, seeking the warmth of rest, you stepped off the stage for just a moment. There she was, her arms crossed, and yet she seemed approachable. With a gentle smile, she waved you over. In a world where most deities seem to leave humanity to fend for its own, why would a goddess of beauty, love and war come to call you, of all people? It was an enigma you had naught but an inkling of a reason. And yet, despite all the wars she’s fought in, she seemed to be so kind. Your heart was drawn to hers.

“Your performance was really nice.” Her voice, sweeter than sugar trapped in honey, enticed you. Her melodious voice beckoned you closer, and you followed suit.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you. You’re the commander, right? It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Y/N.” Almost shy in your approach, but you seemed more fierce than a lion defending his own kin. Although you held no guns, you fought for your beliefs in your own ways. How admirable.

Farah may not have been a believer of destiny, thinking that one could only carve one’s own path as the world would do whatever it took to prevent one from achieving the greatest of things, but it felt as though her and you had been intertwined. Oh, what cruelly sweet fate had brought you together? What made you meet under these circumstances? But perhaps fate had brought you together for a reason?

And for the first time that evening, the both of you could finally share in the warmth of a new companionship.

[knickknacksandallthat]

Are you gonna participate in the Kevin ficfest?

I am, I am, anon! The wonderful, fantastic, amazing @dayurno & I are working on a very special kerejean fic together!! It's something we've been gushing/daydreaming/twittering over earlier this year before we decided to take the plunge. 😁

I'm so very glad they decided to host this ficfest because...come on. If ANY character deserves to have one, it's definitely our Queen. 👑♟️

We have had a BLAST creating it, and I cannot wait to share it with you all!!! ❤️

[wallabywhump]

I have a couple of asks in my inbox asking about the next update for "you still have my heart (i'll get it back)" and I don't want anyone to feel like I'm ignoring them, I just wasn't really sure how to reply for a minute.

I do have a status update, but it may not make everyone feel happy LOL

Trigger warning: mild medical stuff/chronic illness discussion and maybe a TMI/oversharing life update? LOL I'll put it under a cut so y'all can avoid it.

TL;DR/avoiding the trigger, for under the keep reading:

I've got a lot of hand pain at the moment due to a chronic illness, and have been struggling to write at the moment. So, I can't put a date on when the next chapter will be out.

Also, I'm going to be splitting the next chapter into two, to aid in it getting done. I promise I am trying to get it done as soon as possible. (Major apologies for the cliffhanger and delayed chapter!)

Please keep poking me in the inbox/@'s/dms though! It reminds me that people are looking forward to it and keeps the motivation there when my pain levels make me want to stop 💙💙

**

A few months ago I stumbled head first into a major flare up of my autoimmune disease and degenerative joint condition. Which usually doesn't mean much to me, I take medicine and the swelling goes down and I'm a mostly functional (if in more pain than usual) human being.

Unfortunately, this medicine hasn't helped. My fingers already have deformities to them, and they are getting worse to a noticable degree.

(If anyone finds this kind of stuff interesting, the deformities of my hands are: boutonniere deformity in three of my fingers, mallet finger in two of my fingers, a developing swan neck in a finger, hitchhiker thumb on both hands. Then, a joint spacing issue called "ulnar drift" which is where the fingers on the hand deviate towards the 'ulnar' i.e. bending 'outwards', my three outer most fingers on my right hand do this. Additional to this, I have permanent and progressive subluxation, a partial dislocation, of my wrists. These have developed over years, not just in this flare up, but sometimes people find them cool so thought I'd share!)

I had an appointment with my specialist mid last week, and found out I was meant to be getting a treatment of steroids into my joints a few weeks ago (when I raised increased pain concerns) but it wasn't done/they never gave me an appointment and moved me down the clinic list.

The need for this treatment has increased urgently with the decreased joint spacing in my MCP joints (that's just a fancy way of saying my fingers are moving/the joints are becoming more deformed.) However, even 'urgent' is still a few weeks wait.

My fingers and wrist, in the mean time, have been swelling to high heck and locking and being so painful I can't move them 😭😭😭

Again, this is usually not an issue for me, because I push through owwies all the time. But at my appointment last week, my specialist warned me that as a ~spry young person~ needing to have my fingers fused would not be fun, and I've already had my left wrist fused two years ago, so I probably want to avoid needing that.

All that to say, I can't really write at the moment, not consistently. It's sending some radiating pain up my arm and just generally not been fun.

This isn't my only chronic condition, unfortunately, it's just the one giving me the most grief at the moment lol.

On top of that, I have a...fairly busy family life at the moment, by the time I'm sitting down at the computer, ready and able to write, I'm just exhausted and in too much pain to really think about my long fic.

I'd been struggling with that pain for a couple weeks, and just pushing through to write because I enjoy writing, and I enjoy writing 9-1-1 fic specifically and I've not been so inspired to write for a while. But after being slapped with a long distance broom by some of my friends, I've taken it to heart and am taking it easy.

ON THE NOTE of the fic, the next chapter I had originally planned to be my final chapter, but I hit over 15k words of WIP on that chapter and a 'scene change' in true 9-1-1 fashion. I realised that I would be better off splitting it into two. So, it will most likely go up to 5 chapters? 2 more for the resolution, and then an epilogue.

I am prioritising my hand health, but I'm working on it at a slower pace, bit by bit. When I have the energy and the pain is lower, I'm writing down a few hundred words or just sitting to reread what I've got and working it out.

So, it's still being worked on (I haven't abandoned it and I'm not intentionally leaving you on a cliffhanger - I have loved seeing that everyone loved it/hated me for making them sad LOL, makes me so happy) just perhaps I'm better off not putting a date on it getting done because of how unpredictable my hands are at the moment.

Feel free to keep poking me in the inbox or sending me DMs about it! Or if people want to yell about it at me/want me to yell at them about it, I really appreciate it. I get so excited when I see any mention of it, because it's a reminder that even if I'm taking literally forever on the next chapter, people are looking forward to it and still want to read it.

(Thank you absolutely everyone for the love on the fic, it's been so overwhelming 💙💙💙 I'm working on the next chapter as quickly as possible!)