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Seraphic
Summary: You are Arthur's angel. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 2,222 Tags: smut, high honor Arthur Warnings: 18+ MDNI
a/n: Whew 😅 I'm a little nervous to post this one. 🫣 Been sitting on it for a while (no pun intended) I've read and reread it a million times, and I'm ready to share. Also, we're pretending like Arthur's tent actually closes. Anyway thanks for reading!
Seraphic: something angelic or celestial in nature, often suggesting purity, beauty, or holiness.
By 1 a.m., the sounds of camp had reduced to the songs of crickets and the crackle of the fire. While everybody else slept, you waited up for Arthur, reading a book under lantern light in his tent. He arrived eventually, keeping his greeting short and joining you on his cot with slouched shoulders, seemingly exhausted. When he took his hat off, the grimace on his face became all the more apparent. His expression and tense body language told you all you needed to know; whatever happened out there wasn't good.
You handed him a match and a cigarette from his nightstand, and he thanked you with a nod. Using the heel of his boot, he struck the match and lit the cigarette, holding it with his thumb and index fingers. Flickering lantern light and the burning ember tip illuminated his bruised knuckles.
"Should I ask?" You traced a gentle finger over the bruises, and he shook his head.
"Best not," he replied, exhaling a ribbon of smoke.
"Well, I'm glad you're still in one piece," you said, looking him over. His shirt had seen cleaner, less wrinkled days, and sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. "Well, mostly in one piece."
He let out a gust of air, a failed attempt at a laugh, before pinching the bridge of his nose and groaning.
"Headache?" you asked, and he confirmed. The discomfort came with the life he lived. Loud gunfire, the rush of adrenaline, and focusing on his shots all combined to leave him in pain afterward. You exited the tent momentarily and returned with a bowl of warm water, a cloth, and a bottle of miracle tonic.
"Here—for your head." He took the medicine and snuffed his cigarette. Rejoining him, you sat on the cot and dabbed his face with the wet cloth, wiping away dirt and sweat. A soft kiss on his temple prompted him to lean into you, the tension finally dissipating. You wrapped your arms around his big frame and held him close. Obviously, he was your safe space, but oh—were you his. Eyes shut, he rested his head on your bosom.
Arthur found comfort in his typical role as protector and provider. But in these moments, when roles faded, he could feel the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders—a crushing weight he didn't even realize he was carrying. Being with you like this made him wonder if heaven was real because you were godsent.
To Arthur's dismay, you unraveled yourself from him to tie the tent flap closed, sealing the two of you away in the dark. Walking between his legs, you untied his neckerchief and dusted his soiled shirt.
"—Needs a wash. Your blood or someone else's?" you questioned, fingers undoing the top button.
"Not mine," he answered. Peeling the shirt off and tossing it aside, you studied him for a second time tonight. He'd seemed more relaxed than when he arrived, but his brow stayed brooding. Still positioned with his legs on either side of you, you caressed his face, one of your thumbs stroking the hairless scar on his chin.
"What else can I do?"
"You done enough; I'm fine." He gave your hand on his face a reassuring squeeze.
Leaning forward, you kissed him tenderly. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you nearer until your foreheads touched. You spoke low against his mouth, a playful grin forming on yours.
"You gotta stop getting yourself into so much trouble, Arthur Morgan."
Your demand was met with a chuckle, and he replied, "I'll do my best, darlin'." You peppered his lips with loving, tender kisses, making him smile against them and squeeze you tighter in a hug. You would do just about anything to see that man smile at you the way he did, all soft and endearing.
Your kisses subsided, but Arthur's affectionate gaze stayed fixed on you. The slight smile on his face had straightened, his expression mirroring the intensity of the one he wore when he first confessed his love for you.
"Got that look on your face," you told him, and he just blinked slowly, awestruck. Though he often swore he was a man of few words, he could fill volumes with his devotion for you. You loved it when he got like that, entranced and overwhelmed with love.
The way he watched you set a fire within you that warmed the most intimate parts of your being. He was surprised when you let yourself fall heavily into him, trying to get as close as possible. Maybe he was going to say something or make a noise, but he didn't have the time before your mouth was on his again, your tongue pushing through his lips to tangle with his. You only pulled away when you needed to breathe.
Instead of pressing your lips to his once more, you dropped to your knees in front of him. Eyes widening, he tried to bring you back up to your feet, shaking his head, once again astounded by you.
"Sweetheart—"
Still on your knees, you patted his cheek and looked up at him with doe eyes. "Shhh, let me take care of you, Arthur." His hand found yours on his face, and he turned to kiss it, nodding placidly. Both of you managed to keep your volume low as you helped him strip down to his union suit. You began working at the buttons of his neckline, doing more ripping than unbuttoning, shoving the fabric down his shoulders.
As more clothing fell away, you trailed sweet kisses down his abdomen. At the same time, his hands roamed wherever they could. The rough pads of his fingers lightly tracing your skin mirrored a faint electric charge. Despite being a brute of an outlaw, he was overly careful with his hands when it came to you; your body was fine china and deserved to be treated as such. Goosebumps formed in a wake left by his touch.
As you kissed down the trail of hair under his belly button, his rapid breathing hitched, and the bulge between his legs strained against the flannel fabric, begging to be unleashed. You tried to find his eyes as you groped him through the underwear, but his head was tipped back, his mouth agape.
"Look at me." You whispered, and he snapped to attention like a soldier following commands. Eyes locked on his, you unclasped the last button, and his length sprung free, the pink head of his cock primed with anticipation. A teasing laugh crept up within you as you trailed soft kisses from the base of his shaft and left one long lingering peck on the tip. The loud, rhythmic thumping of his heart was music to your ears. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you took his entire length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, taking him deeper until your nose touched the curly hairs at the base.
Then he couldn't hold it in anymore; a deep, guttural groan escaped him.
Your mouth was the warmest, most intoxicating blanket he'd ever been wrapped in, and he never wanted to leave. He gaped at you, seeing your mouth full of him, his pupils dilated with pure lust. The blunt tip of his cock pressed to the back of your throat, making it constrict around him. His whole body shuddered.
"Look whatchu' do to me, woman," he rattled, tangling his hands in your hair. Despite his eagerness, you withdrew from his aching sex, a string of saliva joining your lips to him. Something reminiscent of a whine exited him when you stepped away, but his open mouth fell shut at the sight of your bloomers slipping down your legs. You kissed him, savoring the salty, bitter taste of his arousal mixed with the tobacco and herbs of his mouth.
"Lay back," you murmured in his ear. Obeying your command once again, he let out a grunt as he felt your weight on top of him. You straddled him, and he held you up, his fingers digging firmly into your sides. Bending at the waist, you kissed longingly, your hips undulating against his. He pulled your nightgown up around your midriff, one of his hands gripping the flesh of your ass while the other one went between your legs. His index finger sank painstakingly into your weeping cunt, then brushed over your clit, making you shiver. He raised himself on his elbows, reaching for the hem of your sleep dress.
"Take this off; let me see you." You raised your arms and let him yank the garment away, leaving you completely exposed on top of him. "Beautiful," he breathed, using the back of his hand to graze your skin. Breathy sighs escaped you as he traced delicate circles around your nipples. His eyes bored into you, absorbing every detail like you were the most captivating thing that ever lived. Hyperfocused on your body, he fondled your breasts before gliding his hands down your torso, ogling, taking all of you in.
Freezing, his stare intensified as you massaged the tip of his cock up and down your glistening slit. Touching his lips to yours, you pushed him into your wet folds. Neither of you could contain the sounds building with you. He split you open, stretching you, making room for him, filling you. You held yourself up with your hands braced on his chest, but you went weak as he bottomed out within you, brushing against that deep, tender spot. You would've fallen if he wasn't there to hold you up, a thought mirroring one he had about you so often.
"I got you," he whispered into your ear. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to snap his hips up into you, the warm embrace of your center clearing his mind and driving him mad all the same. Finally, you started to ride, surging and sinking into him. He was a simple, agnostic man, but being with you like this made him believe in all the theocracy of angels, soulmates, and divine intervention. This was his bliss. This was his heaven, and you were his seraph. He'd go through hell every day if it meant coming home to this—to you. Hypnotized in the rhythm of you, a new thought crossed his mind every time you bounced.
Up.
She's so goddamn beautiful.
Down.
So perfect.
Up.
My girl.
Down.
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl.
Up.
My angel.
Down.
I love her so much.
Up.
So wet.
Down
So warm.
Up.
So danm tight.
Down.
Shit.
And before you could come back up again, he squeezed his eyes shut, halting your hips with all the strength he could muster, fighting the damn-near irresistible urge to cum inside of you. Sweat had built up on his brow, and his stomach rose and fell quickly with each panting breath. You folded to kiss him, your hard nipples grazing against his chest.
"It's okay," you whispered, patting his face and grinding antagonizingly slow against him. You wanted him—needed him— to come undone for you. With that goal in mind, you picked up the pace and rolled your hips relentlessly, moaning your every thought into his ear.
"You feel so good inside of me."
"I need you."
"I love you."
Your climax was building fast, and you reached to give relief to that sensitive bundle of nerves atop your center. Arthur pushed your hand away swiftly, replacing it with his own. Always a giver, he'd do anything to feel useful while you were treating him like royalty.
While one hand worked your clit, his other gripped the meat of your hip, rocking you in time with his upward thrusts. His head tipped and hit the pillow, and you could feel his thighs tensing and shaking beneath you. Lips parted, he stared up at you. You felt him twitch inside you, and his brow finally relaxed.
That did it for you.
You were wordless as your orgasm ripped through you, your head swirling, and your veins on fire. Arthur's guiding hand on your hip didn't stop, and he fucked you through your climax. Hugging your body close and nuzzling his face into your neck, he growled as he painted your inner core with his own release. You stayed like that, glued to each other as you came down from your highs.
"You're too good for me," he finally said. You clasped a hand into his, kissing the long-forgotten bruises on his knuckles.
"Shut up." You responded, and he didn't say another self-deprecating word. It was the least he could do.
You cleaned up and redressed, nestling into the small, one-man cot. Finally settled for the night, you resorted to your regular bedtime positions: your head on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you, your legs tangled in one another's.
He rose before you in the morning, perching himself on the cot's edge while you slept behind him. He wrote in his journal, his thumb leaving a smudge on the page:
"For a long time, I believed I could not live a bad life and expect good things to happen to me. Yet somehow, this woman of pure goodness entered my life, and it is clear now that I have been a fool."
#peep the angel number word count#all banners made by be#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#arthur morgan#rdr2 community#rdr2 arthur#rdr2 photography#read dead redemption 2 photography#arthur morgan fic#arthur morgan smut#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan x you#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan fanfiction#wait i used 3 word counters and they all gave different numbers so idk what that's about. grammarly says 2222 though so 🤷🏾♀️#zaefic#amje
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PLAYING FAVORITES


Pairing: Dandy x reader
Relationship: romantic
Warning: no warnings surprising, are you guys shocked
Type: headcanons + drabble
It's no secret that he picks favorites
"Dandy, I appreciate the sentiment but..." you stare at the medkit in your hands, a confused look on your face as you attempt to understand just why he had given it to you. You definitely didn't need it, and you certainly had all your hearts intact. The only wound you had received during the last floor you had ventured into was a tiny scratch you had made yourself. Which had been a complete accident when you found yourself tripping over a capsule and onto the floor. "I don't need this..."
"Nonsense! Take it, free of charge! We don't want our greatest friend dying any time soon, do we?" He winked, nudging the first aid further into you. It seemed like he wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Hey, uh- I need one too." Oh god, Vee looked terrible. Normally, only one of her antennas would be bent. But, this time, it had looked like a twisted had tried to forcefully rip the other one off her head. And when that didn't work, decided to scrunch it up and tug at it until sparks came flying out of its base. The left side of her screen had been cracked, a long line running down from top to bottom with tiny strands breaking off near the edge. Just one look at her and it was almost obvious that she had lost a heart, and probably would've lost the last one had she not gotten into the elevator on time.
Dandy took one look at her, his smile never wavering as he spoke. Although, if you looked close enough, you could see the strain behind it. "Two hundred tapes."
Safe to say the others would catch onto this little trend after a while
He pretended he wasn't biased when it came to you
Acting dumb like there was no difference in the way he treated you, compared to how he treated everyone else
Sure, he would smile and wave, act nice just to keep the tapes rolling in
He was still their friend, he couldn't just be mean
But, he couldn't doubt how special you were compared to them
Day one he was practically at your beck and call, even before everything had turned to ruin
He knew things were different now, he knew you probably wouldn't let him do all the things he used to back when you didn't have to worry about the possibility of having some corrupted version of your friends tear you to pieces
But, he could still dream, couldn't he?
He couldn't help but indulge in fantasies every now and then
Letting his head rest in his hands as he watched you interact with the others
Sure, he would've preferred if your attention was on him
But, he could pretend he didn't mind sharing
Although, sometimes he wasn't so good at it
He'd miss the days when you'd let him just lay beside you
His head on your stomach as he'd pick at the floor beneath you both, mindlessly staring up at you in an almost dazed like look
The others used to tease him about it
About how well known his feelings for you were, and yet he never wanted to admit it
After all, what would happen if he did?
There were risks he had to consider when it came to telling you how he felt
And he never liked any of them
He almost preferred keeping them a secret, letting them fester inside until they were practically pouring out of every crevice in a desperate attempt to keep himself sane
Maybe you were the reason he hadn't gone crazy yet
But, if you kept your attention straying from him for a bit too long, there's a good chance he might just lose it
Make sure to talk to him every round
Say hello, tell him about the twisteds you encountered, share how you made a mistake when extracting ichor from a machine and almost run into a wall while trying to hide
Anything. Just anything.
He needs it.
#I'm so sleepy right now and it's only 5 pm where I am#(almost 6 pm)#man I had such a cool title for this but it was too dark for the more fluffy theme of this post#maybe i'll use it next time#I'm not good at titles if you can't tell#dandys world#dandy's world#dandy dw#dandy dandys world#dandy's world x reader#dandy dw x reader#x reader#dandy x reader#dandy dandy's world#I'd grammarly this but im too tired#I apologize for any mistakes
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Dad | C Keller
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“Go, Daddy, go!”
Marlee’s excited giggles filled the living room as she bounced on the couch, her tiny Coyotes jersey nearly swallowing her small frame. Her eyes were glued to the TV, her little fists clenched in excitement. It was one of her favorite things—watching her dad play hockey.
You smiled from your spot beside her, sipping your tea, enjoying the moment. These nights had become a routine: just you and Marlee, watching Clayton’s games when he was on the road. It never got easier, not having him home, but seeing how much your daughter adored him made the distance a little more bearable.
“He’s so fast!” Marlee declared, bouncing up and down.
“He sure is, baby.”
But the moment of joy shattered in an instant.
It happened so fast. One second, Clayton was racing down the ice. The next, he was colliding with the boards at an awkward angle, the sickening thud of impact making your stomach drop. He crumpled to the ice, unmoving.
The broadcast cut to a close-up of him, and your heart clenched at the sight of his face twisted in pain.
“Daddy?” Marlee’s voice was small now, unsure.
You barely processed the way your hands trembled as you grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. The commentators were talking—Clayton had gone into the boards hard, wasn’t getting up yet. Trainers rushed onto the ice.
Marlee turned to you, big eyes welling with tears. “Why isn’t Daddy getting up?”
You swallowed past the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to stay calm. “They’re just making sure he’s okay, sweetie.”
Marlee wasn’t convinced. She looked back at the screen, her little face crumpling as Clayton still hadn’t moved much.
Her tiny fingers gripped your arm. “Mommy, he’s hurt!” Her voice cracked, and suddenly she was sobbing. “I want Daddy!”
Your heart shattered at the sound.
You pulled her into your lap, wrapping your arms around her tightly. “Shhh, baby. I know. I know you want Daddy.” You pressed kisses into her hair, smoothing her back as her little body shook with sobs. “He’s so strong, Marlee. He’s got lots of people taking care of him.”
“But what if—what if he—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence, her breath hitching.
It broke you to see her like this, terrified, her whole world crumbling because her daddy was hurt. You felt it too—the fear, the helplessness—but you had to be strong for her.
You kissed the top of her head again. “Daddy is the toughest person I know, Marlee. Remember when he got a boo-boo on his arm last year? He was okay, wasn’t he?”
Marlee sniffled, nodding hesitantly.
“This time, it just might take a little longer. But he’s going to be okay.” You hoped your voice sounded more confident than you felt.
Marlee curled into you, hiccuping between sobs as the game went to commercial. “I just want Daddy,” she mumbled into your shirt.
“I know, baby.” You rubbed slow circles on her back. “Me too.”
It felt like forever before Clayton finally texted you.
I’m okay. Sore, but okay. Will call you soon.
The relief hit so hard you nearly burst into tears.
“Daddy’s okay, baby,” you whispered to Marlee, who had finally dozed off in your arms from crying so hard. She stirred at the sound of your voice, rubbing her tired eyes.
Her little head shot up. “Really?”
You smiled and kissed her forehead. “Really. He said he’s sore but okay.”
Marlee exhaled shakily, but the tension in her tiny body eased just a little. “Can I talk to him?”
“Of course, baby. Just wait a little longer, okay?”
And when Clayton finally FaceTimed, Marlee nearly dove out of your arms trying to grab the phone.
“Daddy!”
“Hey, sweetheart,” Clayton’s voice was soft, and despite the exhaustion in his eyes, he managed a smile. He was already in sweats, sitting on a couch in the locker room with an ice pack strapped to his shoulder.
Marlee frowned, her lip wobbling again. “You got hurt.”
“I did, but I’m okay,” Clayton reassured her. “Just a little sore.”
“But you didn’t get up!” She sniffled. “I was scared, Daddy.”
Clayton’s face softened. “I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” His voice was thick with guilt. “But you don’t have to be scared, okay? The doctors are taking really good care of me.”
Marlee’s fingers curled around the phone. “Are you coming home now?”
“Not just yet, sweetheart. But I promise I will soon, and I’ll give you the biggest hugs.”
Marlee pouted. “I want a hug now.”
You had to bite your lip to keep from crying again.
Clayton’s voice was gentle. “I know, baby. I do too.”
There was a pause, and then Marlee held up her stuffed animal—her favorite little coyote plush that Clayton had gotten her at a game months ago. “I cuddled Howler all night ’cause I missed you.”
Clayton chuckled softly. “That’s a good idea. You keep cuddling Howler, and before you know it, I’ll be home.”
“Okay…” Marlee’s sniffles were slowing now, but she still looked worried. “Daddy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“You promise you’re really okay?”
Clayton nodded. “I promise. And you know what?”
“What?”
“You made me feel even better just by talking to me,” he said, smiling. “You always do.”
A small smile finally broke across Marlee’s face. “Really?”
“Really.”
She snuggled closer into your arms, finally relaxing. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you more, baby girl.”
Later that night, once Marlee had finally fallen asleep with her coyote plush tucked against her chest, Clayton called again.
“Hey, babe,” you whispered, stepping out onto the balcony so you wouldn’t wake your daughter. The desert air was cool, a welcome contrast to the warmth of your home.
“Hey.” Clayton sighed. “God, that was awful. I hate that she was so scared.”
“She just loves you so much.” You leaned against the railing. “She wouldn’t stop crying, Clayton. It killed me.”
“I know,” he murmured. “I wish I could’ve been there.”
“You did everything you could.”
He exhaled slowly. “I’ll be home soon.”
“I know.”
And for now, that was enough.
Because even hurt, even miles away, Clay was still the best dad in the world.
#i used grammarly and i do not love all the punctuation#nhl imagine#clayton keller x reader#clayton keller imagine
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Literally: what.
#ms word ai wants it to just say “thank”? that makes it... clearer somehow?#my work made us all install grammarly and let me tell you how often it makes my job harder#ai doesn't know shit okay#next question: do i start posting cabenson holiday fic tomorrow since it takes place over this upcoming weekend in real time dates#or wait until i have more of it together?#have i mentioned i hate ai lately
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yes, grammarly, you are objectively correct, but your correction of my sentence takes away The Vibes, and I don't really feel like doing that. grammatically incorrect sentence it is
#i ditched chrome on my computer and started using firefox instead#and i forgot i had grammarly on here#i'm probably gonna disable it tbh it's kind of annoying#my posts
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... yes, Grammarly, I am Very Aware that I am a wordy person. You don't gotta drag me like this. 😔
#lolol#I do not actually find grammarly very useful at all#very much “I know more than you” @ its suggestions generally#and I definitely don't make use of the new AI features to help with composing things :P#but I do like to have it installed to keep an eye on what those kinds of tools are doing generally#because as an editor/proofreader people inevitably ask me what I think#(often homeschooling parents)#and it's helpful to have more specific knowledge to explain general weaknesses and strengths of it#(every time I am a bit 🙄 at the accuracy assessments specifically)#(because it Truly Does Not get colloquial/casual writing or how that often works in fiction)#but LOL are the statistics fun sometimes#😅#writing#writers#writeblr
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the only censorship i would maybe get behind on ao3 is a ban on ai written fics
#fuck those#just write the damn thing#its not even your fic at that point#its the fucking ai’s#and you are expecting that machine to grasp the complex nuances and feelings of humans?#give me a break#i dont care if you write it and then use grammarly to fix punctuation and recommend synonyms#whatever#but you have to write it first#ao3 fanfic#ao3#archive of our own
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( my english professor sent out an email reminding us that using ai for our paper is considered plagiarism, and said that included using grammarly. miss ma'am. do you know how many spelling and grammatical errors i will have without grammarly??? fuck off lmao )
#[chaos mode]&ooc#i think its mostly if you're using it to change your tone#and how you write#but i already write mine in the “professional” style#so i should be fine#but still#grammarly is my lifeline don't do this to me
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y’all think Kratos ever misses his mom? like ik spartan life was tough, even for a child, and parents were encouraged to help w toughening up their kids, but Kratos had to learn to be soft w his family from somewhere right?
we don’t know(I don’t think) how Kratos feels about his mother, but he didn't seem to celebrate her death or act like he was able to rest easier after she died in Ghost of Sparta, I think it was. Like ik, he was on his way to find his potentially-dead brother but throw me a bone here.
And ik ppl don't have to grow up around gentle environments, or more specifically kind parents, to be able to be gentle themselves, but I mean shit it helps.
I think someone who is as “accustomed” to violence as Kratos is/was needs a reference when he wants to be kind or sweet or loving. (Ik he isn't all rough edges but like. Yk. Kratos.) And I think his mother could be who he channeled when he would greet Calliope or bond with Lysandra (YES GREEK ERA KRATOSS).
I just found out Kratos had to kill Callisto. Twice. Anyway ^v^ love to hear yalls thoughts but uh. I'm gonna cut this post short lolol
#god of war#kratos#gow#writing#gow ragnarok#gow spoilers#gow kratos#calliope#lysandra#Callisto#half of this was me defending myself lolol#lol srry#Tldr; Kratos can be soft but he needs help??? maybe??#Can u tell I use Grammarly? lol
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I do not want to get "the most" out of your software sir.
I just want to get what I need.
#grammarly#i have set i my preference very carefully so that it doesnt try to modify my tone.#i have to use it because Microsoft spell check has gone down the drain.#but jeasus christ! $30 a month to not be data mined
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i have never post it here but i really really want to write nagi and kaiser. i beef with them but honestly characterization wise they really make It Itchy. so
nagi—i really want to open a fic with him getting punched or slapped in the face by mc. but sometimes i also want an mc who is absolutely buying his facade—aka petty guy who always show off everytime someone irks him (pacifist my ass nagi u r beefing with barou no pacifist beed with bAROU)
and he is actually really annoyingly smug about his natural talent. cant put it to word yet but he is very competitive honestly; i need to reread his novel, ep nagi, and his matches in the manga for this but i remember being pretty adamant about his pettiness and smugness and silent competitive side being key points. forgot who the victim was and could be off mark but this series was my mental illness at some point, there gotta be reason why i see him like that. but if i was right then the key to writing nagi is to show his truest feeling through his reaction, decision, and behavior first—words later. dude is terrible at them. READ THIS FUTURE ME. YOU DUMBASS.
but back to nagi. and an mc who absolutely buy his facade: he will abuses the privilege. also he thinks you are naive and will die fast and wow is this how it feels to want to protect a small animal??? curious emotion and nagi Is Curiosity. this will either go so well or so bad.
#babblings#blurbs#i dont use main tag for this so im not using read more. grammarly too will be overworking on this tmr#so im sorry to whichever of u who have the misery to see this word dumps#now to kaiser
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Hey... Had a question since you've been writing quite a lot :0
What writing program do you use (if you use any specific other than MS Word or Docs)? I want to try my hand at writing too :D
HIIIII ANNEE!! :DDDD
I use Microsoft word to write everything I write 😃
I would LOVE to see what you write!! Lmk what you’re writing!!
#I also occasionally use grammarly to help put my books and essays in better shape#because sometimes I’m too lazy or bored to check them myself lol :D#anyways#hahskeleton#inbox#lovely mutuals#answered ask
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thanks grammarly, that's wonderful, how exciting! (i say, tearing my own hair out)
#the self-betaing begins...#at least the grammarly suggestions are straightforward#the worst part is when i have to manually check for errors that can't be caught by a computer#grammarly is just a pain#“remove redundancy” “remove the phrase” LEAVE MY FLOWERY PROSE ALONE!! LET THE SENTENCES HAVE SOME RHYTHM!!#that'd be a great suggestion for a professional email but this is A FANFICTION LET ME USE THE WORD REALLY PLEAAASE
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I'll write more soon, but a little sneak peek for the next Sentient!Ellis AU drabble.
#sxilor wips#l4d2 au#left 4 dead 2#l4d2 ellis#left 4 dead 2 ellis#sentient!ellis au#I wish I could be using grammarly to check my writing but its not good after they implemented AI help#and also I don't trust google docs to help me too much either so yeah-
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How do you do the gradient text in your pinned post? It’s really cute and I have no idea how to do it 🫠💕
hi anon!!! okie so im gonna try to be as thorough as possible, dis is really ez too btw (if on mobile, you may have to use browser mode)
so first, i use dis website right here
n pretty much, what u do is paste or type whatever txt u want here:
n then choose which kind of gradient u want, i typically do horizontal but its totally up to preference : ) then u pick ur colors using the hexcodes (if u tryna create like a certain palette from an image, use dis website click dis), and font for me i dont usually change, if i do its usually arial, i change the size tho depending on how big/important the txt is ! and for bold/italic, thats something u can always edit using the tumblr editor like how u would normally bold and italicize any other txt : )
okie so i picked my colors n stuff n now what ur gonna wanna do is copy the html code (bottom box) if u wanna make the bottom box bigger, just drag the bottom right corner out : )
next thing ur gonna wanna do is go to tumblr n go to whatever post/create a new post and click the gear in the top right hand corner of da post n then scroll all the way down to the bottom and change rich text -> html.
so for this one, bc i'm doing a header for this ex, between the h1s, im just gonna paste the html txt from the gradient website. n honestly, if u wanna paste the text after the header, or u dont want a header txt at all u can just copy the html code into the html editor and it should be fine !
and this should be ur end result ! (i made the txt smaller in tumblr editor lol
#also tysm#im srry this post was like#rlly lengthy#but i hope it helped!#u can always slide into my inbox#again if somethin doesnt work<3#yall dont mind the grammarly..#i be using it 4 school pls#*ੈ✩ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬‧₊˚
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CONGRATULATIONS ON 200 FOLLOWERS TINA YOU DESERVE IT 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
For the event...
When Jovie is having a bad time sleeping, she goes all the way to Azul's room and falls on his bed. It pretty much always end up with him waking up, asking her if they're having difficulty sleeping and getting a nod as a response. He just tells her to come under the blanket so they cuddle to sleep together.
TYYYY JOVIEEE RAGHHHH YOU PROBABLY HAVE MORE THAN THAT ALREADY BUT EITHER WAY hope you get the success you deserve your art is scrumptious <3
This is for the 200 follower event, check it out if you're interested!
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It was a cold night. Azul didn't mind the cold. He didn't mind warmth, either.
The warmth to which he awoke, however, was particularly pleasant. Comforting. The familiar sight of brown hair and barely opened eyes which Azul's underperforming eyes could barely make out revealed his companion to be none other than Jovie.
"Urnghhh…" They said in a daze, eyes gradually fluttering open to meet Azul's.
"You're having trouble sleeping, are you not?"
A slow, tired nod. Azul could faintly make out bags underneath her eyes.
He was tired, too. The past week had been filled with issues pertaining to Finals' - The pain of scoring less than Riddle, the mountain of contracts to fulfill, not to mention how hectic things had been while tending to his duties as housewarden.
Azul wanted to sleep. And he certainly couldn't do that when Jovie - his love, though to say such a thing aloud would be rather mortifying - was so clearly uncomfortable.
"Come here," he said blearily, holding out the blanket. She took a second to register the invitation before rolling in.
"Thanks," they said. But as her arms wrapped around his, Azul couldn't help but think he should've been the one thanking her.
#azul ashengrotto#twisted wonderland#jovie#anyways this was definitely hard to keep under 200#because i am yapper yapperson and my fic-writing is WORDY#grammarly's worst enemy#makes it even funnier how many acronyms and dumbass slang words i use while talking on tumblr
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