#dee’s requests and asks

[katyawooga]

sevika x hyperfemme reader raegahhahhehaaaaaaa

ummmmmm Yes ..... teehee

apologies if this isn't nsfw... i'm still trying my best to get more comfortable with it :3 i hope u enjoy it nonetheless, anon :)

men and -16 dni please

you were a new hire at the drop, and weren't you just the cutest little thing? you had lost count of the amount sleazy guys who showed up to the bar (already drunk) and asked you the same cliché of, "what's a pretty thing like you doin' in a place like this?" and it had only been a couple weeks.

to be fair, you looked very different from the average person living in the undercity. you were put-together, dressed well, and oh so feminine. your hair was always perfectly styled and your makeup was applied with absolute precision. no one could find a single flaw when it concerned your appearance, and you wanted to keep it that way.

the only complaint you’d have, though, was the uniform the drop had you wearing. not only was it ugly, but it was so not your colour. deep greenish-grey? please, you looked your best in reds, whites, and pinks. and if it couldn’t get any worse, they had you wearing pants. not jeans, not tights, not even shorts — ugly straight-leg slacks. that simply wouldn’t do.

the night you swindled your way into wearing a miniskirt during your shift, sevika was in her corner playing people into the ground at poker. you always loved serving her; she gave you the sweetest compliments and actually seemed in the right mind to give them without objectifying you.

with a serving plate flat on your palm, you started strutting your way over to her table to deliver her drinks. you would’ve made it there unscathed if some cross-eyed oaf hadn’t bumped into you and knocked you to the ground. the drinks shattered and you scuffed your knee and your elbow on the raw cement floor. looking around you at the spilled mess of alcohol and broken glass on the ground, you whipped your head up and glared at him.

“watch where yer goin’, girly,” he spat his words at you, scoffing as he stomped his way to sevika’s poker table. she saw what happened first-hand and wouldn’t have it.

“you,” she barked at the man, quickly standing up from her seat and slamming her hand of cards on the table. she didn’t care about the game or if her hand was visible. she grabbed the guy by the crotch with her mechanical arm which was almost always covered by the red cape she wore over her body. the man pitifully squealed at the pain and his eyes went wide.

‘did’ya really tell this girl to watch where she was goin’?” she sneered at the man, and when he didn’t answer right away, her grip on his nethers tightened.

“y-yes! that bimbo p-probably doesn’t know h-her lefts from her r-rights…! ow!!!”

sevika wasn’t satisfied with the language being used to describe you. you had gotten yourself back up on your feet and you stood to the side a little timidly, holding the elbow that took the blow when you fell.

“if you don’t want a free facial reconstruction from yours truly,” she growled in his face, her eyes almost glowing magenta. “you’ll apologize to 'er.”

“w-wha— no!” his eyes went wide, obviously she was hurting his pride. “she ran into m—”

the poor guy couldn’t even finish his sentence before he was knocked out with a single punch and sent flying to the ground in a much more violent way than you had. after a small chuckle, sevika took a few steps toward you and gave you a sentimental look.

“y’alright, sweet thing?” she asked, looking you up and down and spotting your scraped knee and the bleeding elbow that you weren’t doing a very good job at hiding. “i’ll have someone take care’a the mess for you. would it be alright if i took care’a you tonight, though? what he did was no way anyone should treat a lady, especially not one as beautiful as you.”

her compliments and her request to possibly take you home caught you off guard. you stammered and adjusted your tiny skirt from the nerves before giving a shaky laugh.

“i, um… my shift doesn't end ‘til midnight, i don't wanna make you wait that long, …?”

“sevika.” she finished your sentence, her name stupidly having slipped your mind. the gloss that shone on your lips, even in the dim yet colourful lighting of the bar, distracted her. “an’ i have no problem stayin’ late if it means beating some morons into submission at poker and spending some time with a gorgeous girl like yourself.”

her deep, smooth voice was insanely easy on the ears. so easy, that you barely processed any of what she said to you. she brought you back to earth when a finger on her human hand twirled itself around a ringlet curl that had fallen into your face from the tumble. you chuckled and looked down, still not believing you were being hit on after getting pushed to the ground and eating shit like that in front of her.

“yeah, sure,” your cheeks burned red with your acceptance of her offer, but it was difficult to see from the powder blush you already had on your cheeks. god, with the way you present yourself, sevika could go dumb just thinking about the kinds of girly moans and whines she could work out of you.

“i’ll be waitin’ for you, baby doll.”

my requests are still open for this week! i have a week off from uni, so i'd love to get writing again :>

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[pinkd3mon]

Hello, if you’re still taking drawing requests?? I just finished forgotten land and there’s so many thoughts in my head abt it lol. Could you draw Kirby, bandana and elfilin sitting at the cafe eating something?

Also you don’t have to draw this one but a friend and I joke that elfilin eats like fecto forgo lol (bc of the no mouth)

Thankyou so much!!!

He's a quirky little guy (gender neutral)

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Hi for the Soulmate Au could I request Bo Sinclair for this prompt please - You can hear your soulmate's voice in your head only when they're singing

Here's your fic, I hope you enjoy dear anon

Song Bird

Bo Sinclair x reader

Gender neutral reader

Soulmate AU where you can hear your soulmate's voice in your head whenever they sing.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Bo being Bo I guess, mentions of his childhood trauma, I couldn't decide which retention of the song that I wanted to refer to in this so I picked both.

Bo remembered hearing growing up that soulmates came to each person in their own ways. He never really paid no attention to the stories to begin with, especially after asking about the ideal of soulmates to his mother when he was five years old, only giving Bo a harsh laugh before telling her son that he will never have a soulmate that will love him.

The combination of being a natural skeptic towards subjects like soulmates and how his parents constantly will tell Bo growing up that monsters like him don't deserve to have a soulmate caused Bo to avoid the subject altogether.

He never truly believed in the tales and stories from the people he grew up with until he heard his soulmate's voice when he was 17. The songs started with old church hymns that he remembered hearing throughout his childhood during Sunday church.

The voice he heard singing made the lyrics have a haunting atmosphere, as if the person he's hearing- his soulmate was hiding years of pain behind the melodic songs. It was too real for him hearing the singing of his soulmate fill his mind.

At first, Bo was rather annoyed with hearing the hymns as he's trying to listen to his small radio. Behind his initial annoyance was the fact that he had to deal with the fact that somewhere in this world, he has a soulmate and they could hear each other sing.

As the years went by, Bo could hear you sing more. From their various rock out to whatever rock mix tape they had, all the way to songs that he's never even heard of. Bo found those times where he hears the singing to be calming to him, giving him a sense of peace.

It was early one afternoon when Bo heard the voice sing. He was in the garage, piddling with a recent attraction's vehicle when he started hearing the singing. It was louder than usual, almost as if the source of the singing was haunting his brain. He tried to move on with his day, attempting to ignore the singing.

The phone from the garage started ringing, quietly startling Bo from his focus on the singing. He quickly wiped his hands with a grease rag before walking to the wall phone, picking it up. It was Lester informing him that there's a new arrival that just entered town. After hanging up, Bo decided to see if he could find the person and lure them.

The normally dead street made Bo more hyper aware of the singing he's hearing, he could hear the faint notes of a piano playing coming from the church. He quietly walked towards the entrance of the church. The singing became louder as he tried to resist the urge to sing the song with the voice.

Bo enters the church quietly, seeing the back of your body as you sat on the piano bench. Your black shirt and blue jeans was what Bo was mostly able to see as he made his way through the isle in the middle of the pews. His nerves filled his body as the temptation to sing with you grew louder and more intense.

He was right behind you just as you were going to finish the song. Bo gave into the intense temptation and sung the last few words with you. You quickly took your hands off the piano jumped just as you were about to finish the final word, causing you to look into Bo's eyes in a startled worry.

"I'm begging you please wake me up, In all my dreams I...."

[paintpanic]

Doodle request for @boa35!

[wolf-forests]

Dee Reynolds drinking shots in Paddy's Pub with twilight Sparkle

A FIM pony walks into an unfortunate bar to solve the world's hardest friend problem and fails

[whereiscyansnail]

cyan snail is telling the mod dee solqrays to get better at the game

(first WISP SMP cyan snail edit WOOO)

[glambots]

on twitter Kellen Goff said his headcanon for Sun’s theme song is “ I Want To Be Your Friend” by 11 Acorn Lane 🥹

I think I'm gonna lose my McFreakin Mind.

[dee-writes-anime]

Character Request List

Below is the list of characters I am currently taking requests for!

Please note that all underage characters will either be aged up in smut content or your request will not be answered. Either than that, feel free to ask away, I am always open to requests and love to hear from you all! <3

Genya Shinazugawa

Giyu Tomioka

Gyomei Himejima

Hotaru Haganezuka

Inosuke Hashibira

Muichiro Tokito

Obani Iguru

Senemi Shinazugawa

Tanjiro Kamado

Tengen Uzui

Zenitzu Agatsuma

Choso Kamo - coming soon!

Kento Nanami

Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Toge Inumaki

Toji Fushiguro

Yuuji Itadori

Yuuta Okkotsu

Eijiro 'Red Riot' Kirishima

Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya

Katsuki 'Kacchan' Bakugo

Keigo 'Hawks' Takami

Shota 'Eraserhead' Aizawa

Shoto Todoroki

Tamaki 'Suneater' Amajiki

Tomura Shigaraki

Touya 'Dabi' Todoroki

[rogermcpseudonym]

Please. I'm begging you. A little drunk and I have never wanted anything more than cute Kirby fanart 😭🙏

It's barely in time for Waddle Wednesday, but it still counts!

[konoa-t]

Alright, the queue is finally cleared out! I just wanna take this moment to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for all of your requests!! I wasn’t expecting so many people to show interest in my initial post, so I’m very flattered that you all came over to submit a character! I greatly enjoyed drawing so many unique OCs, and look forward to making you all happy with even more content!!

[katyawooga]

ughhh i wish i had something written for sevika arctober day today 😞😞😞 i feel like i've let this blog go i need more requests to get me writing

[a-noodle-doodle]

Hey, if you have any it’s always sunny drawing/doodle requests,,,, nows the time to hand them over cuz art block has HANDS

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Hi, could you do a hcs for dating Amanda Young please?🤗❤️

Dating Amanda Young Headcanons:

Gender neutral reader

I do have a poll on the bottom as to which Saw Character you like to see dating headcanons for next as well. 💚😁

Warnings: slight angst in the beginning, reader is morally grey, mentions of Amanda's addiction to drugs.

It takes a long time for Amanda to trust anyone. Given her past relationships and how toxic they were for her, Amanda isn't going to be easy to win over romantically.

The most likely scenario would be that you were another one of John's disciples, recently surviving your own game when Amanda first met you.

It would start off with her being curious about you, wondering how you ended up being reborn in a similar way as herself. It didn't help that John wanted her to show you the ropes when he wasn't able to.

Amanda would be rather cold around you at first because of both her past as an addict and you being in the way of her carrying on John's legacy as jigsaw.

Once Amanda realizes that you're not a threat to her and actually wants to help John with his goals, she would be more authentic with wanting to teach you how to set up games or more about John's teaching.

Amanda doesn't trust Hoffman around you. Since you're closer to Amanda, you try to keep your distance from him because you don't fully trust him. (The feeling is mutual from him too)

Dates with Amanda would be rare and not the usual dates you would expect.

Given how shes a person of interest for the jigsaw killings, Amanda isn't keen on doing dates in public or risky enough to be caught by cops.

Most of her dates are the two of you setting up the next game/ trap or her teaching you in a hands on way about building traps.

She might also do home made dinner at your place with a few movies you rented in your living room. This is for when the both of you aren't tied up with keeping John's legacy.

Amanda loves both cuddling you and you cuddling her. Given how rough her past is, she hasn't had many chances to show her soft side or to be vulnerable around people, especially a significant other.

You two being each other's rock to help through the both of your traumas.

Although it's rare for her to have the urges to relapse, she always goes to you when she's feeling the urges. She could be with you and you're always keeping her grounded about how much progress she's made since her recovery.

Rebirth! Amanda is the type to make gifts for her significant other. Her gifts could range from a small figure made from scrap metal all the way to making a self defense weapon to keep you safe.

She also loves to receive more handmade items (especially if you're good with sewing/ crocheting/ knitting) . She's the type to cherish the items she gets because you made them for her.

[paintpanic]

could you so sailor dee and bandana dee? :D

i gave sailor dee a harpoon because i think they should also have license to kill

[mysteryshoptls]

Twisted Wonderland LINE Stickers: Bkub Okawa Collab

These are the next set of LINE stickers, sorted by dormitory. You can find previous requested batches here: [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4]

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle (1): Good!

Ace: No sweat

Deuce: [crackle, crackle]

Cater: [snap, snap]

Trey: [sudden toothbrush]

This isn't a literal translation of Trey's sticker, I just interpreted the vibe of the sticker from the way it says "su..." with him lifting the toothbrush up.

SAVANACLAW

Leona (1): Resting's hard work, too.

Leona (2): Meat.

Ruggie: [nom, nom]

Jack: Don't get me wrong!

OCTAVINELLE

Azul (1): [gleam]

Azul (2): I hate thiiis～!!

Jade: May I ask a question?

Floyd: Hey, hey～

SCARABIA

Kalim (1): Yay!

Kalim (2): My bad!

Jamil: [smug]

POMEFIORE

Vil (1): Thank you.

Vil (2): Absolutely Beautiful

Epel: [teary-eyed]

Rook: Oh là là!!

IGNIHYDE

Idia (1): A totally impossible game...

Idia (2): Workin' it for my faves ♪

Ortho: Zoom!

Idia (2) is a play on words: "oshi-goto" is what it says here, meaning "doing activities that show support for my oshi," which plays on "o-shigoto," meaning "work/job."

DIASOMNIA

Malleus (2): [stares]

Silver: Zzz...

Sebek: Wake up!!!!

Lilia: Khee hee hee

NRC

Crowley: I am so very kind.

Grim (1): Myaha!

Grim (2): Yanno

Grim (2) is literally just the verbal tic he has in JP so I used what many fan translators used for it way back when

ALL STUDENTS

Trey/Jamil/Rook: La dee dum ♪

Azul/Jade/Floyd: [intimidating aura]

Kalim/Silver/Ruggie: Facepalm Brigade

Jack/Epel/Sebek: [wham, bam]

Idia/Ortho: GG!

Requested by Anonymous.

[lovebugism]

hello sweetheart, i read your prompt list and saw this one "hug?” “clingy, much?……” but hugs them anyway and my heart melted, i don't know if you already did this, but can we have something like that with our sweet but grumpy eddie? 🤍

ty for requesting! — eddie doesn't know why you're avoiding him (fluff, ditzy!reader, 0.9k)

Eddie lost sight of you ten minutes ago. 

You were squished between Robin and Steve on the loveseat last he saw you, giggling into your solo cup while they belted Total Eclipse of the Heart to you — at you — over the music and in their best Muppet impressions. 

He only remembers it so vividly ‘cause he was jealous. Not jealous because you were subjected to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum’s drunken antics, of course, but jealous because you were with them. And so, so far away. 

Now you’re gone, and he misses you like a stray dog — aggressive and hungry and hurt. He walks up to Steve in the kitchen just the same. Hair wild. Button eyes glittering. Slightly reluctant. 

“Where’d she go?!” he shouts over the music, half-muffled into his drink. He uses the plastic cup like a shield ‘cause he doesn’t want people to know he’s missing you. The metalhead freak from the wrong side of town isn’t supposed to need the ball of sunshine from the suburbs. 

But alas.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Steve slurs, half-distracted as he pours himself a drink. He doesn’t need Eddie to tell him who she is. There’s only one person in the whole world he’d go looking for. “She went outside with Robin, I think—”

Eddie spins on the worn heel of his sneaker before the words can properly leave his mouth. He ducks through the bustling, drunken crowd and finds you sitting lonesome on the porch outside. Prettier than the full moon and all the stars in the velvet black sky combined. 

He walks to stand beside you, shoes thunking heavy on the wooden deck. You tilt your chin to smile brightly up at him while he slips a cig into his mouth. He cups the stick as he lights it. Pretends that’s what he came out here for. Not to see you, of course. 

Definitely not.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” he mumbles beneath the cigarette in his mouth.

“Robin just left,” you answer plainly, half-shy.

“Why didn’t you come find me?” he asks with an air of nonchalance, still trying to play it cool. ‘Cause there’s nothing less metal than yearning.

You shrug. “‘Cause you were busy?”

It’s easier than telling him that you thought he wanted the space. Or that you actually spent the whole night aching to hang on his side — too scared of embarrassing him in front of all his friends to act on it. 

You know who you are just like you know who he is. Bubblegum pink doesn’t always go well with black. It gets in your hair. Makes everything go all sticky. It’s an acquired taste you know Eddie’s still getting used to — too much of it, and his stomach will start to hurt. So you figure it’s best to keep your distance.

You just didn’t think he was as grieved by it all as you were.

Eddie scoffs. I’m never too busy for you, he wants to say. He might’ve if he wasn’t such a coward. Instead, he blows smoke from his lungs and jokes, “I wouldn’t call keeping Argyle from crowd-surfing in the living room busy, sweetheart.”

A laugh tumbles from his plush lips. The golden sound falls over your skin like stars. You smile absentmindedly back at him as you rise from the creaking rocking chair. You plant your feet ahead of his and smooth your palms beneath his leather jacket, over his warm sides.

Eddie meets your twinkling eyes with narrowed chocolate ones. “What?”

“Hug?” you ask in a mousy voice.

The boy laughs like he’s too cool for affection, though he’d be lying if he said your offer doesn’t have his chest sparkling something fierce. He flicks the cig to the ground — sheepish gaze going with it — before snuffing it out beneath his sneaker.

“Clingy much?” he scoffs.

You nod with a proud smile. 

Eddie’s chest swirls with an unfamiliar feeling. You’re strangely brave about all this — affection and love and all things sweet enough to make him gag. 

It makes him feel like he can feel brave, too.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you with all the intensity of someone wanting to swallow you whole. You hug him back just the same. “I missed you,” you murmur with your cheek squished against his chest.

“Then what’re you avoidin’ me for, huh?” he teases, chin bobbing against your head.

You pull slightly back to squint at him. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“You’ve been hangin’ out with Steve and Robin the whole night,” he grieves, hiding his sincerity behind boyish theatrics. With a feigned pout that feels totally real, he says, “And you didn’t even sit next to me when we played Never Have I Ever.”

“I thought you wanted the space,” you confess in a hushed voice.

His face screws up like he’s tasted something sour. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know…” you shrug. “You always talk about how much you like being alone and stuff, so—”

“Well, yeah! I like my space— just not from you!”

It’s likely the least metal thing he’s ever said.

“Oh,” you hum, mouth contorting into a sheepish beam. “Well… Sorry.”

“Yeah. You should be,” he scoffs, mostly joking. He pouts softly and pulls you back into him again, nosing at your hair until his chapped lips brush your temple. “Just don’t let it happen again, alright?”