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rebelfell · 1 year ago

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✦ Stranger Things Masterlist ✦

My works feature a female reader with limited physical descriptors. Just by virtue of being written by me, they will likely be shy/inexperienced ‘cos I write what I know, y’know? There are individual warnings on each. If you do come across something you think needs a warning, please let me know (gently, I am but a fragile soufflé ready to sink)

🌶️ is marked with a*

Everything is 18+ MDNI for your sake and mine

The Third Date┃Part One┃Part Two~

eddie munson x anorgasmic!reader - 14k

Surrender┃Part One ┃Part Two*┃Part Three*

eddie munson x bi!reader x lesbian!chrissy cunningham - 18k

Bells Will Be Ringing┃Part One*┃Part Two*

crush!steve harrington x fem!reader x fwb!eddie munson - 8k

Hold Your Peace in Pieces┃TBD

engaged!rockstar!eddie munson x reader -

this summer is the apocalypse, pt II, pt III*, pt IV*, eddie’s interlude, part V, epilogue~, epilogue II~

Thinking thoughts on eddie and an older!Harrington!reader (aka: stevie’s aunt has got it goin’ on)

for your viewing pleasure~

a series of drips and drabbles featuring pornstar!eddie

under the influence

an edible loosens your lips in front of your frenemy, eddie

game night* (surrender universe)

chrissy and eddie get extra competitive, you benefit

made for lovin’ you*

softdom!eddie makes a bad tinder date a whole lot better

special delivery*

someone unexpected shows up to deliver your pizza

in the middle of the night*

boyfriend!steve helps to soothe what ails us🩸

buzzcut season, rockstar!eddie free write

dmm, i’m just embracing my shaved-head era

haven’t had any complaints yet*

the trials and tribulations of giving van head over forty

cold dry stone*

revenge f!cking with gator 🐊

that Vanity Fair party was a lot*

actor!steve x assistant!reader x rockstar!eddie

are you even listening to me?, cont’d~, preq

bestfriend!eddie gets distracted by your…assets.

I didn’t know you were into that…

you’ve been watching too many ghostface tiktoks 🔪

working on my fitness, pt II

a gym meet cute w/ modern!eddie (neighbors AU)

modern!wealthy!Steve? How’d you get in here?

steve spoils his girl in the midst of a hangover

wait, are you a…have you never?*

bigdick!steve x virgin!reader

felt in need of some affection…

sweet!soft!eddie vignette

possessive.┃eddie shows you who you belong to

multiples.┃eddie wants you to arrive properly

urgent.┃eddie can do better than he can

hesitant.┃eddie and you try something new

so wrong, it’s right┃so right, it’s wrong 🎃

eddie munson x his best friend’s (ex?) girl

you’ve never seen gremlins? 🎃

it’s scary movie night at eddie’s house

you’re a what? (WCIL-verse) 🎃

modern!eddie bumps into you at a halloween party

how much of that can is left? 🦃

you + eddie + whipped topping

today is a no bones day 🦃

you and eddie in recovery mode

#index landing pages for long form/multi-part blurbs & fics

#free write bursts of writing based on images/other posts

#my moods fic/character moodboards, (aka I spent too much time spent daydreaming on pinterest again)

#thrift shop eddie short blurbs about all the odd and random gifts I would terrorize shower Eddie with if given the chance

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 7 months ago

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by any chance can we get a snippet of the next part of your OHHC fic?? i reread it so much aaaa!!! i havent seen dmm mentioned in so long either!!

Sure will! I think it's a fun call out especially to that series. But I'm glad your excited! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Teaser:

"Oh Haruhi, are we having the fish you like with those friends of yours?"

"I think we should. They've never gotten to taste it the Serigaki way. I think it'd blow them out the water."

Really small but I don't want to spoil too much and I plan for it to come out soon! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere ouran host club #yandere ouran highschool #yandere ouran highschool host club #yandere unattainable host club series

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heartseungbin · 1 year ago

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Bro soobin is literally my bookie POOKIEEE. I’ll give anything to put him in some pink feminine clothes while he had his blonde hair and fuck him real good 😩🤭 -🧁

(dmm anonnie idk if you want a fic or just to talk about it so we gon talk about it but lmk if you want a fic😋)

He would look downright delicious in anything pink, i can imagine him in the cutest soft pink crop top and some boxers on a cute quiet afternoon n you come home from work and he just looks so cute, all soft pink cheeks and shirt and cute blonde hair. You can’t help but lay him down and give him some good fucking because wow, he is just so pretty🥹🥹

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥soobin #🧁 anon #heartseungbin #bee loves her anonnies<3 #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥bees obsessions #sub soobin

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bloomsberries · 2 years ago

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Re: the memory reblog post, the things that remind me of you and why!

- Tangled up in Blue by Bob Dylan (because of the first fic of yours I'd read, which was for Spencer x Ashley from SoN)

- Anne Sexton (any of her poetry because I first discovered her through you, but poems from 'To Bedlam & Part Way Back' especially remind me of the corresponding chapters of your Bedlam series)

- Eva Green, Yvonne Strahovski (when I see either of them it's just instantly Death of Myth-Making)

- torrential rain (due to a series you'd shared a few chapters of, which was so beautiful and had such stark imagery.. it really knocked me tf out. It was an original work and I'm really sorry I don't remember the name, but I think of it when I see or hear about incredibly heavy rain. The rain also brings to mind moments from other pieces you've written (Bedlam and DMM))

- Lucy Liu, Natalie Dormer (the Rendezvous Series, and moments from it)

- Pandas (I think from maybe an old icon you used? That and/or gifsets 😂)

(This is probably longer/more in-depth than the prompt was intending so I apologize lol)

Holy smokes, we’ve been following each other for a long time!! Also, the fact that you remembered any of Tidal is making me insanely happy. You made my day, buddy, truly!!

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lifeonthemurdersim · 2 months ago

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Backup (An Epiphany Ending) Fandom/Universe: Human Nature (murder sim project) Characters/Pairing: Epiphany Quintana x Reader AO3 Link(full tags, warnings etc here) Word count: 784 Synopsis: You should be afraid at learning how violent the heiress Epiphany Quintana is. But you're still pretty sure you can take her. Author's Note: This is an adaption of one of the endings for my visual novel/murder sim project, Human Nature. I've done one fic for each of my main 3 murderers! More about Gorekinktober on my pinned post! Kinktober prompt(s) used: Dacryphilia Goretober prompt used: Getting Shot

If something seemed too good to be true, it usually was.

That's why you weren't exactly surprised when a famous heiress taking you back to her apartment didn't quite go to plan. What you didn't expect was to end up face down in her bed with her on top of you, clearly rather wasted and pointing a knife at your temple for not playing along.

"What did I just fucking say?" Epiphany complained. She lowered herself closer to the back of your neck. "We can still do this the easy way..." she slurred. "But you wanna be stupid? Be my guest."

You're relatively sure you can risk fighting back, she's tiny. So you use all your strength to throw her off, and manage to flip and pin her onto her back beneath you. She lets out a high-pitched growl and clutches tighter at her knife, but you pin both her wrists down. You stare at each other for a moment. "Hard way it is." she mutters under her breath, glaring up at you.

"Well... what did you expect?" you reply, shaking your head at her. You glance back at the cabinet of restraints you'd managed to reveal in the process of tussling with her, and then to the blade in her hand. "You pulled a fucking knife on me!" She grunts in your grasp but it appears she's no stronger than she looks, immobilised by you holding her there.

"I just wanna remind you." she warns defiantly. "That bodyguard outside? He can put a bullet in your brain in ten seconds if I alert him." You acknowledge that sounds... less than ideal. So you lock eyes with her and quickly release the wrist that doesn't have the knife in so you can clamp your hand tightly over her mouth. The concerning thing is that this barely seems to phase her, a look of amusement in her eyes as she moves her free hand to fiddle with her necklace; a gold chain with a pendant with what looks like a ruby at the centre. "Wmmm mmm yumm plmmmng tmm dmm hmmre?" she asks, muffled by your hand. You're pretty sure she asked what you were planning to do, but you're not going to risk letting her scream by taking your hand off.

What are you planning to do? This evening is already soured so you don't really think you still want to proceed with it. You don't want to hurt her as such either, but you do need to get out of her alive. If you can get hold of her knife, her only weapon currently, you could threaten her into letting you go, only letting her speak when you're sure you've got the upper hand. You shift your hand that's still on her wrist quickly to wrestle for the knife.

The instant you begin to tussle for it though, a flicker of fear crosses Epiphany's eyes. But then she narrows them at you, and that look turns your stomach because she's looking at you like you just fucked up. Without hesitation, she pushes down hard the small, red gem on her pendant, and a shrill alarm can be heard from just outside the front door to the apartment, which is almost directly across from the open door to the bedroom you're in. A panic button.

You flick your eyes towards it but it's too late. There's a beep as the smart lock opens, then the front door bursts open, and a large bodyguard runs in, seeing you on top of Epiphany, pulling out his gun, and running towards the two of you. "W-wait!" you reply, and he looks ready to hear you out for a split second, but then he sees the knife in your hand, the knife it looks like Epiphany is trying to stop you from using on her.

The guard aims straight for your head and shoots. The shot goes straight into your temple, causing you to slump forward weakly onto Epiphany, hand falling from her mouth and head onto her shoulder. Tears fill your eyes as your consciousness begins to fade, admittedly not as instant as you might have thought a headshot would be.

Epiphany gazes down at you with a vague look of disgust, but then spots that you're crying and a little smirk comes to her face. The kind of look she gave you at the bar, when she apparently thought you looked like a fun toy to play with. "Mmm~" she replied, stroking a hand over your face as she wipes a single tear from your cheek. "If only you'd cried like that before, you might have stood a better chance~."

You died: Epiphany called for backup

End note: I haven't done an Epiphany death screen yet but I hope to add one soon! 😊

#oc: epiphany quintana #human nature (murder sim)#human nature #tw gun #tw murder #loms fic tag #loms gorekinktober #gorekinktober 2024

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closetcasefabray · 5 years ago

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Don’t Make Me Spell It Out For You, Part 1/6

briefest of brief summaries: clarke kind of hates her neighbor because lexa hates fun or something. aka & they were neighbors

okay, so finally writing this as a fic. i could’ve definitely made this a one-shot, but i divided it into 6 parts (of varying lengths) to have fun with it, and i’m cleaning it up and adding more. also managed to hit several of the classic au prompts: fratboy!clarke, neighbors/girl next door, (kinda) enemies to friends to lovers, city au, useless lesbian/bisexual, & one bed. hope you enjoy.

titles courtesy of Janelle Monae.

EDIT: apparently this entire thing just up and disappeared when i made a small edit on mobile. fixed it. thanks tumblr for being generally awful.

1. all the feelings that i’ve got for you

You love and hate living in New York—love the diversity, art scene, local parks, trips to the Bronx Zoo, concerts in Prospect Park, and (finally) earning a living wage after graduating two years ago. You hate the MTA’s ceaseless delays, the owners of the dog barking outside your window every morning, rude restaurant guests who tip poorly, and the puddles that seem to always be on the sidewalks even when it hasn’t rained for days. You love your neighborhood but hate how old your building is—tiny living space, worn out hardwood flooring that slopes, the distinct off-off-white color of it all, and the incredibly thin walls.

You also recently determined that you’re really starting to hate your neighbor.

The first time you receive a knock at the door, it’s understandable.

Raven is, in her own words, “Queens, born and raised, and therefore a die-hard Mets fan.” It’s not always clear because most of the time she spends watching games, she’s swearing at the players and coaches, and groaning, “I fucking hate this goddamn team.”

So you’re sitting between Raven and Octavia late one night, watching the Mets play the Padres, drinking beer, and shoveling pizza into your mouths, when an unexpected home run has Raven jumping to her feet and shouting, “I fucking love this goddamn team!” She does a dance and claps as the Mets celebrate their two run lead.

A soft knock at the door interrupts Raven high-fiving you and O repeatedly less than a minute later. You all exchange looks and you roll your eyes when Raven and O look at you expectantly. You stand up, take a swig of beer, and open the front door.

A stunning but half-asleep girl, about your age, is standing on your old, beat up Welcome mat. You figure she’s your neighbor, but you hardly see anyone else who lives in the apartment building, not to mention the number of people who move in and out throughout the year. Your assumed neighbor is in her pajamas—a Columbia grad school t-shirt, striped shorts, and some moccasin slippers—and her hair is a mix of brown waves and curls, tousled no doubt from struggling to sleep. Her grey-green eyes remind you to finish your painting of a storm at sea.

“Sorry,” you say quickly, then explain, “West Coast Mets game.”

The other girl just nods.

“We’ll keep it down. Sorry again,” you say, offering a small smile.

Your neighbor doesn’t reciprocate and just turns around to go back to her apartment. You feel guilty as you gently shut the door.

“Well, that’s one way to meet your new-ish neighbor,” Octavia says before drinking from her beer.

“It is two in the morning,” you say with a shrug.

“She’s been here for over a month. This shit-hole I call home is nicknamed the City that Never Sleeps for a reason,” Raven says, taking an aggressive bite from her slice of pizza. “Also the Mets are winning!” she adds as she chews, “That, like, never happens, so she should respect my devotion to this piece of shit team.”

You and O just roll your eyes, and you hope the pizza and beer will keep Raven busy enough and her mouth full to prevent further yelling.

The second time Lexa—you read her mailbox label—knocks at your door, you expect it.

You get home from a killer shift and Raven is scrolling through Hulu and the like for something to watch, so when you say you never saw John Wick 2, she immediately tells you to “sit your ass down and watch this shit.”

You can’t hear the dialogue over the crunching of the chips you’re sharing with Raven, so you keep turning up the volume. Raven gets up to use the bathroom as you watch the scene unfold.

Then his house explodes.

For a brief moment you think the apartment is too because the surround sound speakers Raven has set up shakes the floor and walls. You scramble to turn down the volume and manage to pause the movie.

Raven’s head immediately pops out from the bathroom to look at you with her mouth hanging open in slight horror. “Oh no…”

You look at the time. It’s 12:30AM. “Shit.”

You realize you’re holding your breath when you hear the light knocking ten seconds later.

“Hi,” you say, feeling stupid as you look at another form of tired Lexa. She’s got her glasses on this time and a Les Mis tee to accompany a different set of striped sleep shorts, but her hair is in the same state of lovely disarray as it was a week ago. Eyes still quiet storms.

“Could you just turn it down a bit?”

“Already did. Sorry. It was hard to hear the movie and then something blew up… on screen, I mean.” You question if you ever actually learned the English language or had a normal social interaction with an attractive person before. Whether bars, clubs, or even work, you can typically charm people’s pants off. Apparently in your own apartment, all it takes is a pretty girl with messy hair and full lips to throw you off whatever game you can manage.

“Thanks,” is all Lexa says in response.

After you close the door, you turn to a still shocked Raven with her mouth agape. “Okay, so that one was fair,” she admits.

“Is there a thin-apartment-walls setting for your sound system?”

The third time Lexa knocks at your door is the last straw.

You have the night off after a 45 hour work week, carrying 20-pound boxes of wine up and down the stairs, memorizing five new menu items and an entirely new cocktail menu. Do you love the restaurant industry? No. But you’re decent at it and it pays double what the YMCA paid you for children’s after-school art lessons.

You manage to crawl out of bed around two in the afternoon, and proceed to drink an entire Britta’s worth of water before refilling it and sticking it back in the fridge. You probably shouldn’t have had the last two (or five) shots you took last night after work with your coworkers.

You hear the familiar sound of Raven coming up the steps and her keys in the door as you plop yourself into the chair at the small table that separates the kitchen from the living room.

“You’re home early,” you say, Raven is helping her mechanical engineering company collaborate on a big project with MoMA, so she’s been working ten hour shifts, six days a week.

Raven, despite looking exhausted, lifts her fist above her head in victory. “And I have tomorrow off! I’m going out!”

You groan, and Raven just laughs. “I heard you stumble in last night, so it’s cool. I’m going out with O and Lincoln later. I have pot, and you look like you need a cannabis miracle.”

You smoke some of Raven’s weed, and while it does make you feel better, it doesn’t do much for the lethargy part of your hangover. You order delivery for the both of you and wait, sprawled out on the couch in the living room while Raven showers. You snap out of your daze when Janelle Monae’s voice starts to pour out the bluetooth speakers, and you let out a full belly laugh as Raven dramatically exits the bathroom into your line of sight, dressed in only a towel with another wrapped around her head, using her phone as a microphone.

“Live my life on birth control. I lost my mind on rock and roll,” Raven sings, spinning through the kitchen to the living room. She points at you as she continues to sing along and dance. You join her and turn up the volume at the chorus.

You’re both belting along, dancing all sexy despite the fact that Raven’s in a towel and you’re still in a baggy shirt and sweatpants. Raven takes a small hit from her bowl and passes it back to you.

You’re not sure how long she was knocking, but it took a set of louder-than-usual knocks for you to hear it. You look at Raven and briefly feel like you’re back in your college dorm together and resist the urge to chuck the bowl in your hand out the window.

“Really?” Raven mouths, gesturing at the clock reading 3PM.

“What do I do?” you ask. Yeah, you’re moderately stoned.

Raven turns the volume down a bit. “I don’t know, but I’m naked,” Raven says, trying to appear serious before snorting and running to her room to put on clothes.

“Fine, I can just go fuck myself, yeah?” you stage whisper after her.

“Heeeeeey,” you say, opening the door and leaning against the doorframe.

Lexa still looks tired but is wearing a nicer version of your own outfit—jogger sweats, a UMD tee, and some red TOMS she evidently shoved onto her feet without pulling the backs over her heels.

“Your music… It’s distracting me, and just… Could you just turn it down a little, please?” Lexa asks with a light sigh.

“Sure thing,” you reply, and, christ, give her a thumbs up.

You’re sure Lexa can smell the pot, but she doesn’t say anything. She just shuffles back to her apartment, and you close the door not-as-gently-as-usual before turning off the stereo.

Raven walks back into the living room, now fully clothed, and sits on the couch with a dramatic sigh. She grabs her bowl and takes a hit.

“Who, like, gets fucking mad about Janelle Monae? On a Friday? At 3PM?” you ask, taking the bowl Raven offers.

“Someone who hates fun,” Raven says, blowing smoke out her nose and mouth.

In the week following the last knocking incident, you decide you don’t like Lexa Woods, maybe even hate her and her stupid university sleep shirts and stormy eyes. Sure, she’s got her beautiful hair and maybe you’ve thought about how soft her lips probably are once or twice; none of that stops you from declaring her the Enemy of Fun.

You’re not sure what mood you’re in, but you are sure that you drank a lot of gin at O and Lincoln’s engagement party. Raven jokes that gin makes you aggressive, a really dumb “fight me” kind of aggressive.

“She can fucking knock all she wants,” you huff, sitting down on the couch to stop the room from spinning. “Like, what? Are we not allowed to have fun anymore?”

“I know, but let’s try not to have tonight be another night where she comes knocking.”

“I’ll tell her what’s what. Come on, fucking Janelle Monae?” you say, waving your arms in exasperation. “And why not? I fucking dare her to come over. I thought you hated her too?”

“I mean, I think she kind of sucks, but hate is a little dramatic. You’re also pretty confrontational right now, so I don’t want a knock tonight,” Raven says with a chuckle, and you realize she’s far more sober than you as she pours you a glass of water.

“I’d win in a fight.”

“Right.”

“I would.”

“Of course, Clarke.”

“I hate her.”

“Sure.”

#clexa au #clexa #fic: don't make me spell it out for you #that's long so #fic: dmm #or just #nn au #ccf fic #ccf #clexafic #clexa fanfic #ccf fanfiction #ny neighbors au

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thegradus2 · 6 days ago

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Summary:

Amiru’s face was marred with a grave expression.

“Hello, parasites. I found out our parents want to arrange a marriage for two of the four of us to strengthen the northeastern alliance. I just wanted to clarify that it will not be me, you disgusting pests, who becomes one of your wives. So you will have to suck it up and marry among yourselves.”

Hhello my lovelies.

My first fic… og ericcale… read if you would like……….

#just talking dmm #just writing dmm #i cant believe i have to make that a new tag #og ericcale #tcf #please dont hurt me this is my first fic KNSJSMSMS

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mountmortar · 4 years ago

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Have any favorite fics?

lots of them!!! only i have no idea which fandom you're specifically referring to so i'll just list a few merlin fics because that's what i've been on a kick of lately:

Wheel of the Year - genfic, merlin & will-centric, 100k+ words

It's the last year in Ealdor for both of them, though they don’t know it yet.

Merlin and his peasant prince, as the wheel turns. In eight parts.

this story has to be my absolute favorite story in the entire merlin fandom. it's incredibly well-written, will's character is developed fantastically, it goes in-depth about life in ealdor in a way that i've never seen any other fic do and it's just. a gem. it deserves SO much more attention than it got and it's one of those hidden treasures that you stumble upon that just makes you go WHOA.

We Lost the Roadmap - genfic, 90k+ words

In the Tyne and Wear Department of Magical Management (DMM), kelpies, wayward spells and unauthorized druid rituals are par for the course. Which isn't to say Merlin Emerson hasn't been noticing some strange events. Or that Gwen Smith hasn't been approached by highly questionable characters. Or that Morgana Pendragon hasn't seen troublesome things in her dreams. Or that Arthur Pendragon, recently moved from the London DMM office, hasn't made disturbing revelations about the nature of magic. And who knows what Gaius is thinking?

Best to treat it like another day in the office.

a reincarnation fic starring all the people from camelot! and i do mean all of them. i thought it was a really fun read and also it had kilgharrah trapped for a SECOND time but instead of being under a castle he was in the fucking. london underground. absolutely batshit it was SO funny i loved it.

Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau - genfic, merlin & arthur-centric, 20k+ words

Sorcerers seize power in Cenred's kingdom, and Arthur has to deal with a barely-competent army and a grossly incompetent manservant in his quest to rid Albion of magic once and for all. Being king: not actually all it's cracked up to be.

this is a magic reveal fic that features not only merlin kicking absolute ass as emrys but also a) factors in some arthurian legend (vortigern!) and b) addresses the whole language thing going on with bbc merlin and its spells (because for some reason they used old english in the show despite...everything lmao). it was fun!

#if you read them i hope you like them!!! i certainly did #bbc merlin fic #fic rec #bbc merlin #asks

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topazadine · 2 years ago

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Something that no one noticed in my fics but I think is funny is that in “Dreams Within Dreams,” the director of the Time Agency is actually the president of DMM, and in “Blood of a Cherry Blossom,” the master swordsmith is the president of Nitroplus

idk why I did it but it amused me at the time

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elsy-animetronik · 6 years ago

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El Secreto De La Mansión Heshikiri

Hasebe image: Upoaded by ajkk Artist:

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Ficha Técnica

Categoría: Game.

Fandom: Touken Ranbu/刀剣乱舞. Autor: ElsyAnimetronik

Idiomas: Español. Clasificación: M

Géneros: AU, Romance, Horror, Tragedia, Humor, Suspenso, Sobrenatural

Pareja: HasexIshi NikkaxIshi

Formato: Long – Fic.

Capítulos: 10

Estado: En proceso.

Información Adicional

Basado en la recopilación y adaptación del cuento "Barba Azul" por Charles Perrault.

Se trata de un cuento infantil (un poco crudo si lo analizamos un poquito), pero como me gusto y me acorde decidí hacer una versión muy al estilo Reino del revés –o sea a mi estilo, bien underground, se me salió lo chaca-, pero bueno eh aquí otra de mis locuras con respecto a Token Ranbu, últimamente ando muy alucinógena con los chicos, es que olfateo demasiado amor entre todos ellos.

Aclaraciones olbigatorias Los nombres están en orden americano, o sea primero nombre luego apellido.

Ejemplo:

Kashuu Kiyomitsu – Orden Japonés.

Kiyomitsu Kashuu – Orden Americano.

La romanización es simple.

Ejemplo:

Touken Danshi –Romanización Normal.

Token Danshi – Romanización Simple.

Los personajes (en su mayoría) no me pertenecen a mi si no a DMM y a sus respectivos ilustradores.

Summary

Alguien se trae algo entre patas...

~0~

Japón pasa por una época en la cual lo victoriano es lo normal, pero un pueblo destaca y es porque la mayoría de sus habitantes son gente de dinero, sin embargo en una de las mansiones algo turbio se esconde.

Warning!

No es apta para sensibles, puer contiene muerte de algunos personajes, sadomasoquismo, tortutra, entre otras cosas dificiles de digerir, por ello su rango es M.

Si no te sientes preprarado, te invito a que regreses al listado.

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♣ Discovery

Un día tranquilo en la ciudadela, Kawaki (Saniwa) le pide a cierto par trabajar cn los caballos, pero al ver la resistencia de estos le pde a un tercero ir a echar una mano.

Bueno, eso parece, hasta que algo le ataca.

♥ Publicado el 30 de Octubre del 2018.

♥ Publicado el 31 de Octubre del 2018 .

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♣ Return

Sin esperarlo, Ishikirimaru se ve obligado a regresar a un pueblo, recuerdos vienen a su mente y nuevas vivencias le esperan a lado de su marido.

♥ Publicado el 31 de Octubre del 2018 .

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♣ Nice To Meet You

Sin esperarlo, Ishikirimaru se ve olbigado a regresar a su pueblo natal, recurdos vienen a su mente y nuevas vivencias le esperan a lado de su marido.

♥ Publicado el 04 de Noviembre del 2018.

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♣ I Hate Me

Más temprano que tarde, Ishikirimaru se queda solo en la mansión al men eso parece pues los empleasos son muy amables y le hacen más grata la estadia, aunque algunos de ellos tocaran fibra sensible, sin querer hacerlo realmente.

♥ Publicado el 13 de Noviembre del 2018.

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♣ Past

Un nuevo día llega y con ello nuevas experiecias, sin embago en otro sitio tmbien se expresan y se reviven sentimientos y se avivan recuerdos.

♥ Publicado el 19/20 de Noviembre del 2018.

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♣ Hasebe’s Story - First Part

Un matrimonio arreglado del cual, uno de lso involucrados no esta enterado, sin embrgo descubrira que su prometido no es una mala persona e inclusive termina volviendose un amor autentico.

♥ Publicado el 23 de Noviembre del 2018.

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♣ Warning!

Un pasado oculto. Una disputa... Una pista...

♥ Publicado el 15 de Diciembre del 2018.

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♣ Innocence

Sangre... Esa es la imagen que lo recibe ese día, pero aun hay sorpresas por revelarse.

♥ Publicado el 10 de Enero del 2019.

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♣ Souza’s Story

Despues de una “revelación”, recuerdos azotan la mente de dos de los habbitantes del albergue, recuerdos que revelan algo más.

♥ Publicado el 19 de Enero del 2019.

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♣ Hasebe’s Story - Second Part

Una parte del pasado de Hasebe le es revelado a Ishikirimaru, aquello inicialmente le incomoda, pero cree que es una buna forma de conocer más al olivo.

♥ Publicado el 01 de Febrero del 2019.

Fanficker’s Fanfiction Wattpad Amor Yaoi AO3

Importante

Recuerda que si lo vez en otro sitio publicado (ya sea en texto o en formato de vídeo), no olvides denunciarlo y avisarme.

Serán fics, pero nos cuestan (¡Sí!, hablo por todos los Fanfickers), tiempo dedicación y esfuerzo, por lo tanto no es justo que alguien llegue, copie el contenido le mueva algunas cosas y lo haga pasar por suyo (¡nada más porque se le hinchan las pelotas o los ovarios!)

Si tanto te gusta una historia y quieres adaptarla, habla con el autor y si te otorga el permiso que bueno y si no, ¡RESPETA!

¡No al PLAGIO!

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