#gurls writing

[y0rkshireterri3r]

so uhh have a silly PLATONIC request

C00lkid and Child!reader HCS pls.. pre or post forsaken or both, up to you, basically besties FRRR

*combusts in flames*

AUTHORS NOTE: POOKS WHY YOU IN FLAMES 😭🙏🏻 GO GET URSELF CLEANED UP, but jokes asides ofc I'd love ta!! and ty for being my first ever request!! :3

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• Just like C00lkid, 007 found you randomly as a pill baby and took you in

• C00lkid was happy about this! A BABY SISTER/BROTHER? :0

• at first C00lkid didn't know HOW to hold you properly and just wanted to play with you but 007 said "Kid, they can't play with you right now- maybe when they are older they can!"

• 007 taught C00lkid how to hold you and take care of you while he was busy with something (he would always be nearby as in my headcanon CK isn't allowed in important rooms by himself cause lil bro mucks it up🙏🏻)

• LOADS OF PICTURES OF YOU TWO

• Framed as well, 007 has a picture of you and C00lkidd on his bedside cabinet

• When you grew older (like 5 or 7... or whatever 😭🙏🏻) C00lkid would DEFO want to play with you all the time

• if you didn't wanna play? That's fine! he's a lil sad but he can draw or watch tv with you!!

• if you DID wanna play? hide n seek and tag was the game you guys would play ALL. THE. TIME.

• 007 even made a literal room, for you guys 2 play in 💀

• I also imagine that if c00lkid loose's repeatedly, he will CRY and STOMP and have a literal tantrum about it🙏🏻

• so you let him win MOST of the time cause you wanna see ur brother happy (awww ain't that cute >0<)

!!SOME DARK STUFF IS NOW AHEAD, THIS IS JUST MY HEADCANON AND DOESN'T/ISN'T SUPPOSE TO BE CANON SO TAKE IT HOW YOU WILL BUT THIS IS HOW I SEE C00LKIDD BEING LIKE FORSAKEN'D!!

• You woke up 2 007 holding a paper, looked liked a newspaper of some sorts?

• you walked over and asked why he was sad :(

• he grabbed you gently and through tears told you that ur brother was taken away, many believed kidnapped.

• You was confused, what was kidnapping? Did someone wanted to play with him?

• Your father told you what it meant and now you was tearing up

• Ur brother, just like that... taken away from you one day.

• You was sad (no shit💀🙏🏻) barely played, spoke, did anything but stay in ur brother's room.

• 007 knew this was ur way of grieving so he let you grieve alone, but always came in with some food and water so you don't ya know... DIE-

• Life was hard, cause of the financial stress that was hurting ur father. He asked Elliot if he could babysit you.

• I headcanon that Elliot would babysit C00lkid when 007 was working, and that always applied 2 you as well!

• After a few months of C00lkidd disappearing, you as well would also disappear.

• 007 is now in despair, TWO OF HIS KIDS ARE GONE

• Bro does not want to be alive rn but has 2 so he can find you both and protect you again.

• Posters of you two was all over the town, walls, bars, work places- YOU NAME IT. Anything that could spread the word that there was TWO missing children.

• then 007 got FORSAKEN'D as well (we don't know HOW he did so we ain't gonna touch this🙏🏻)

• He didn't know where he was, but bro was fighting out here like some WWE champion (not really, bro was just being a lil silly... I think....?)

• All these rounds... These games and he never saw YOU

• So when he spawns in with the other's and hears and unfamiliar theme, he looks around and see's no one.

• before he realised, he was the Last man standing.

• As he was running away, he had a feeling he was being watched and followed his gut and saw... you

• but you looked different

• you was covered in blood, limbs torn apart, stretched out, body mutilated BEYOND comprehension and you had these weird... tentacles coming out of ur back

• 007 was horrified by what you had become.

• you turned and didn't recognise him, his face was blurry and you didn't think TWICE before attacking him.

• Blah blah blah running away uhhh what else tryna survive and uhh NOT DIE seconds later-

• you caught up to him and went for the kill but the timer was up and you both was transported back to uhhh wherever the survs and killers go when a game is over🙏🏻• I feel like this has become a 007 headcanon now wtd, pooks I'm so sorry about that, now back 2 C00lkid cause I love my son🙏🏻

• DEFO plays with you all the time, his face is the only one that isn't blurry so you don't attack him.

• You also grab him by the eldritch limbs and just gently spin him around, as a way for playing.

• defo let's you wear his silly lil whimsical hat.

• and also let's you eat his big ass lollipop as well, dw he has like... alot (hc that if a killer is good/performing well, THEY GET A GIFT!!)

• if you two was in a round together??? I'm sorry for those survivor's bro💀🙏🏻

• You also sleep together, you curl around ur brother and he just sleeps either near ur eldritch limbs or just laying near ur hands so he can hold you while he sleeps (LIKE OTTERS!!!)

• overall, he loves his lil bro/sis and you love him as well

• ....

• also you guys prank the other killers as well, 1x is the one you guys prank the most (if this gets like... idk 10...20 likes I MIGHT DO THIS AS A STORY...😈🙏🏻)

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HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS, AND ALSO SORRY IF ANYTHING IS LIKE... NOT GRAMMERING, ITS LIKE 1 AM AS IM DOING THIS AND MY TABLET IS ABOUT 2 LIKE LITERALLY DIE RN 💔 But take care, drink water, eat as well and... get enough sleep at night... okay bye - 🎩

[szynkaaa]

Zhu Bajie: do you exercise Travel Companion: I like to run away from my problems and feelings

The dialogue is based off a scene from Doctor Who. I don't think that my OC would be going with Zhu Bajie and the Destined One into the rock for the final battle (probably cause she is not able to enter) so she has to sit outside and wait anxiously for them to return.

She is happy to see them return but then also immediately notices how the Destined One's whole demeanour and aura changed. She knew that this point was going to happen where he inherits everything and becomes the new Monkey King, but I also think that she has a hard time wrapping her head around the concept of reincarnation and struggles with accepting it.

So yeah, I imagine the moment after new Sun Wukong comes out of the rock, it's an angsty moment. He just wants to see his best friend and tell her what happened, and now that he is finally "whole" again be able to propely have conversations with her and ask her about all the weird things she says and does, but instead she looks at him like she is very unsure of everything.

Sun Wukong doesn't really have the temper imo or at least here things get a bit heated and he snaps and well, she does what she is best at in situations like this: fucking book it :)))))

Obviously SWK wants to chase after her but Zhu Bajie helds him back and says "ayo kiddo give the lassie some time to process everything, she will come around" he doesn't want to but he knows that is what she needs atm.

Where is Travel Companion hiding meanwhile? In the Zodiac village, the Yin Tiger offered her a spare bedroom, and in exchange she helps around, with the crops, bringing materials back and forth and also has some good times drinking and sharing stories with the villager. Maybe also crying about her woes, and I think that the villager sharing their stories about SWK and explain more about his backstory and stuff helps the her to come around more.

also SWK knows she is there and comes by every day to get his harvest and the free medicing from your local meth dealer Xu Dog. She is hiding in Yin Tiger's lil blacksmith hut everytime he is visiting, but she knows that he knows that she knows that he is there.

And then one day when he is visting Yin Tiger, SWK sighs and goes all "hey bud can you pass this message to Travel Companion," and inserts some very sweet and sappy stuff, knowing that she is there and can hear him. Just as he is about to leave she decides to come out of her hiding spot and go "Hey... let's go talk somewhere more private".

SWK is not showing any emotions but you can tell by the flicker of his tail that he is relieved to see her. Bit worried about the dark eye circle and how not well-rested she looks like, but he will make sure to fix that soon.

[kori-senpai]

Fanart for @honeydots Fire Emblem fanfic. I've been using it as a reason to fluke out of social interactions for the last two weeks and boy oh boy I will continue to do so >:)

[faceeeeee]

Bassie&shelly doodle dump AGAIN in the same day can you believe it guys-

[jack-kellys]

painting over mirrors

read here.

David has noticed a pattern, and he can't tell if art is the solution.. or the cause.

a short javid fic about art not being a coping mechanism, and instead a half-cursed way of being.

The roof of the lodge is lined with ghosts, is the first thing David notices.

Young boys and girls made ghastly by charcoal and the night sky are stuck to the railing, to the brick, and all around the hollow, iron rod that juts out oddly as a makeshift chimney for the heater a floor below. Each paper is a tiny bit crumpled, too, as if Jack has torn them down and put them up numerous times. David asks about them carefully, but only receives a shrug in return.

“They’re past kids that’ve come through here an’ left,” Jack says. “It’s my way of, just. Remembering them.”

David catches him watching a particular drawing, older, dirtier than the rest, a little longer. The boy in it has a button-like nose, similar to how Les’s used to look when he was younger, with Jack’s dark springy hair and large black eyes. He isn’t smiling, and neither is Jack when he finds David’s gaze.

“It’s nothing,” Jack retorts, as if David had said something. “Really, Dee. I just wanted to show you around up here is all.”

“And you are,” David agrees, allowing his gaze to become quizzical now that Jack’s gone defensive.

And Jack’s sensed it, his expression already working to undo what David’s spotted. The heat recedes from his eyes, his shoulder releases its tension. He even smiles, a forced shoving of his lips and cheeks.

“That's your nosey look,” Jack accuses David- accurately, but that's besides the bigger picture. “All in good time, m’kay?”

David’s not so sure.

Because Jack spends hours and hours alone at Medda’s, and when David comes by he finds the boy surrounded by scrap pieces of canvas, half finished and ripped, his paint-splattered body bent uncomfortably forward with a brush to the new one he’s stretched out, mumbling. And when he sees David he goes rigid, reddened eyes widened as if David’s caught him drinking too much or something when it at least only looks like painting.

And Jack spends hours and hours alone on the roof with his scrap paper that he folds away with an easy grin when David comes up to check on him, even though David can see that full, rendered sketches are completely scribbled over with dark, pressured marks.

And usually, anything struck through, brashly painted over, or smudged beyond recognition is free of mountains, sun, cacti and clay homes. Santa Fe remains safe, and so do Jack’s ghosts.

“No,” David finds himself saying. “It's been enough time, it's been- too much time of you hiding yourself away and not… being happy, about it.”

Jack looks at him, confused, so David forces more words from himself.

“Usually when you're drawing, or painting, when I'm there at least- you look… passionate. Like it's a simple sort of.. natural love.”

Jack frowns. “Yeah, Dave, ‘cause I- ‘cause it’s what I do.”

“Then why do you…” David bites the inside of his cheek, but continues. “Why do you- also passionately.. destroy it?”

“Passionately destroy it,” Jack echoes with a hum after a moment. He leans back against the railing, crossing his arms. “It’s not- it’s just. It’s how I work. If I don’t like somethin’, I try again.”

“Most people rip out a page or set a canvas aside, or- hell, go with it,” David counters. “Jack, you… wreck it, to where you can’t even tell what it is anymore. Doing something you love.”

Jack looks up at him then, eyes narrowed curiously.

“You keep saying I love it,” he says. “Don’t think I ever said that though, Dee.”

David blinks.

Jack spends so much time practicing and perfecting this craft, he sketches friends and places he knows and places he wishes he knew, he sketches young newsies he still misses. He creates art out of the things he loves, David knows it.

“Don’t you?” he asks slowly, setting himself next to the other. Jack scoffs.

“I don’t love cigarettes, but I still smoke, don’t I?” he says, shrugging. Jack’s gaze flicks forward. “I don’t.. really know howta describe it. I see something, you know, in my head, and I just have to get it down. I have to, and if I don’t, I just get this fear that I’ll lose it, somehow.”

David nods, after a few seconds of processing. He tilts his head, hoping Jack will keep going. He doesn’t.

“Lose it, you mean- get angry?” David asks. Jack shakes his head, eyebrows scrunched, trying to figure it out himself.

“Nah, nah, like- lose it. Forget it. Like it’ll disappear,” he clarifies. “Like you’ll- you’ll just disappear. If I don’t do something about it.”

David doesn’t have anything to say to that yet, and thankfully Jack continues.

“I know y’won’t. I know that ain’t really true,” Jack murmurs, arms unfurling and hands setting themselves on the rail behind him. “I dunno why I keep drawing if it ain’t something I really love, like that, like how Kath loves writin’. I just know I have to, I gotta make somethin’ or it won’t be real, you know? With my own hands, makin’ those memories. Makin’ sure things I like can’t be blocked out, since I used- uh, I used to… it used to happen.”

And Santa Fe isn’t a memory, so it always remains. It’s always perfect, this… western desire, the cowboy idealization, it’s Jack’s one true creation. Nothing Jack can create it as can be marred when he doesn’t have anything to line it up against in his mind.

“And the destruction, then,” David inquires softly. “Is it about accuracy to what you remember? Does what you draw have to be exactly what you see..?”

Saying it out loud, David knows it’s not true- Jack’s sketches are often loose and relative, he’s just not sure what else the explanation can be. He doesn’t think like Jack, like an artist. And so Jack shakes his head.

“Ain’t easy to explain,” he says to David. Jack’s nose scrunches slightly, thinking. “Less about exactness and more… what it was to me . Interrup- interpretation. Something in my head just needs to express what the memory is to me, and when my hands ain’t do it right, it’s like misremembering, and I can’t risk that, so I have to get rid of it. There’s memory in your body, right, and there’s memory in my hands. I ain’t wanna accidentally draw or paint somethin’ wrong the same way twice, so I gotta rip it, or write over it, to just- remove it. Cancel it out.”

David bites his lip at that. Jack catches it, though, and his eyebrows raise.

“I mean I guess- I ain’t have to. I don’t need to,” Jack tries. “I think I just- well, I feel.. better when I do. I gotta do what my brain’s saying, that’s all. I can see what it’s gotta be, and I just get this itch, you know?” He scoffs, laughing bitterly. “God, it really is just like smokin’. Shit.”

David smiles with him, though a little bittersweetly. He can’t quite tell if Jack’s… suffering, exactly. There are times when his art looks like it’s killing him, and David knows how much time Jack can take with it and how much it isolates him. Is it really like smoking? Like some kind of addiction to the other, or some compulsion?

“Jackie, if it’s a habit you want to break,” he says, placing his hand over the other’s, “I’m here to help, you know? Anything you need for this, I’m here.”

Jack’s gaze falls to where David’s touching, letting their fingers properly intertwine.

“I probably should be better about it, hm,” Jack smiles softly, sadly. “But it’s- Davey, I dunno. It’s just how I think. It’s how I work and how I see things.”

“Then…” David hums. “Then I’d like to see how you see things, then. I’d like to see how you think. Tell me when you’re going to the theater. Tell me when you’re gonna go sketch something. You don’t have to create these memories by yourself all the time, yeah?”

Jack purses his lips, letting his head fall against David’s shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

David does his best to not let his body reveal his relief. The memorializing Jack does in his head, for those still around him… It’s a little haunting. He doesn’t know why Jack feels that need outside of his artistic inclination, but something tells David it has to do with that boy on the page that looks too much like Jack, set right by where Jack sleeps. Something… happened , something that used to–or still does, for all David knows–cause Jack to lose time, to block out things from his past. David doesn’t want to be one of Jack’s ghosts, not while he’s still around. Not if he can do anything about it.

“You need someone to remind you when to grab supper anyway,” David says, instead of any of the loose puzzle pieces drifting through his brain. Jack merely whines, and presses himself closer against David, decidedly present.

[botanicalnightmare]

Listen I hate chemistry and needed a break, so here’s my face again.

Here’s to hoping I move up the social caste in 10 years

[suntwrr]

girl need some fun!! Life it's so boring lately.

[taraaladkii]

Finally starting my first storyyyyyyy, the plot and all is decided abhi I'll have to do in-depth research acche se coz im a GIRLBOSS and I gotta slayyy thissssssss💅💅💅💅👾👾👾👾

[famouscyclenerd]

Antis: "Lucien can't be with Elain because he called Nesta a viper and is lowkey scared of her. I would dump my spouse if he was rude to my sister."

Meanwhile Rhysand: "I wanna kill Nesta :D"

[kamisatoayato]

adolin kholin the man that u are...

[historias-multorum]

Ino turns on her megaphone

"YOU ARE ALL WORTH OF LOVE! EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU IS WORTH OF LOVE! THERE IS A SPECIAL SOMEONE FOR EVERYONE! IF ANYONE DISAGREES, I WILL FIND THEM AND PUNCH THEM! NEVER LET OTHERS TELL YOU, THAT YOU AREN'T WORTH OF LOVE!"

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Here🫵 have some Giyuu smut 🤲

Mmmmbut a crumb of Premonition of Love

“You’re so beautiful… do you know that?” He leans down, one hand stays on you the fat of your hip while the other sneaks up your stomach to grab at your breast. His lips trailing kisses up your spine and to your shoulder blades. His hands giving you a firm squeeze as his lips reach your neck. His breath hot on the shell of your ear,

“You ready, darling? You can take all of me again, can’t you?”

You shudder, nodding again. Giyuu gives your ass a light slap and you whine out,

“Y-yes.”

“That’s my good girl, I knew you could.”

[allastoredeer]

Hey! I just want to say, you are my gateway into Radioapple and Hazbin fics as a whole, and boy did you set an expectation for me!! I'm always afraid of coming across OOC fics, and I'm especially picky with what I choose to read at first when I'm still so new to fandom portrayals of characters. When I read the summary and tags of Just Kiss Already, I couldn't believe my eyes because it had everything I was looking for?!? Post season 1, Alastor whump (I squealed at the concept of the angelic wound), Luci having to face the public and his lack of knowledge regarding politics, jealous Vox, Overlord meetings, and! Fake/pretend relationship!! With the sprinkle of rumors and speculation from the public (Idk what it is with me and loving this trope). You delivered a full course meal! The characterization was so so amazing, I love the banter, and I just adore the concept of Alastor being vulnerable in front of someone stronger than him (that someone being Lucifer, who despite being the king of hell, doesn't use his powers to take advantage of Alastor's vulnerable state is ahhhhhh so good). The pacing is incredible, the interactions are golden, and I applaud you for writing POVs that feel real and authentic to canon!

One major thing that made me extremely picky about choosing and reading fics in the fandom was my fear of authors not being able to handle Alastor's Asexuality well. Thank you for doing Alastor justice, I'm so amazed at how well you wrote him in this regard. Like when Vox yelled at him "What does Lucifer have that I don't?", it didn't even cross Alastor's mind that this is a confession of sorts, and instead he thought Vox was talking about power. I love the subtleness of this so much!! The last chapter you posted was amazing in this regard, with Alastor's thoughts about relationships in general. Just, thank you for sharing your work with us, I enjoyed all of it, and I'm so excited to see where the story goes <3333

Another thing I'm still skeptical about is reading explicit fics, because... well, I'm not sure if they will handle Alastor's Ace identity well. Do you happen to have a recommendation for someone like me who's never read Radioapple smut before? And I would also love to know your overall favorite Radioapple fics as well, I've bookmarked some stuff and I don't know where to begin haha. Again thank you, and your blog and asks are so interesting to read!!

HI! HELLO! So this has been sitting in my inbox for a while and its not because I was ignoring it, its because I have come back to read it over and over and over again as I've been writing the next chapter to "Chaggie's Dating 101," and I didn't want to lose it in the void of my blog.

Thank you for this 🥺 not only is it cool being your introduction to Radiapple/HH fics, but I'm so glad you've been enjoying it too!! Hahaha I'm definitely having a lot of fun with "Just Kiss Already" and all the shenangians that are already happening, and knowing that other people are having just as much fun makes me just dlkfnvsdkgjslkgj 😭❤️

I totally get it about being picky. I'm a very picky reader too 😅 Alastor's aceness is definitely something that I can get picky about. Like, it doesn't have to be the focal point every time I read a smut fic--or any fic in general--but when it feels like its either brushed aside altogether or there's underlying aphobia (unintentionally, I'm sure), I nope out real quick. I base a lot of my own ace experiences, thoughts, and emotions on how I write Alastor, and it is so, so validating to see so many other people feeling the same way.

I'll admit, I can be a little more slack with smut fics so long as the smut itself is fantastic, but yeah, there are certain pairings or dynamics I don't stray into because I hate how Alastor is typically depicted, especially in smut fics.

I've slowly been going through all my Hazbin 'marked for later' fics, but here's some radioapple smut fics I have bookmarked (Warning: I enjoy dark and very explicit fics so be sure to read the tags when you look through these):

Bayou in the Mountain by lelepandewritium

With a Coffee and a Caress by winterveritas (<- my current fav radioapple smut fic)

Together In My Pocket by keelywolfe

Unhealthy Attachments by keelywolfe

And, of course, I always recommend checking out keelywolfe's Lucifer's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Relationship radioapple series! I haven't had time to finish it, but I think I'm up to fic 9 or 10 and I'm been loving it so much! It's so much fun! And I love the radioapple smut :3

I'm...just now realizing this is all the Radioapple smut I have in my bookmarks.

Wow.

I've been reading a LOT of smut recently, but looking back, I think it's all been RadioStatic 😂 if ya'll want any RadioStatic smut fic recs, let me know, I have a lot of those.

BUT ALSO! If anyone's read to this point! Here's an update on the chapter 3 of "Chaggie's Totally Legitimate Dating 101 Crash Course" :

The chapter is officially written and is being looked over by my beta's! I'm hoping to have it posted by Saturday or Sunday, so be on the look out for an update 😉 because it's happening very soon!

[autumnapricot]

| will o‘ the wisps

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

[finished work, 17 chapters, 165k]

>>„Don‘t do this.“ Charles hisses and pleads all the same. „You can‘t do this. Please. Max trusted me.“

Seb cocks his head.

„Yes,“ he slowly says, quiet but haunting. „And that was the plan, Charles.“<<

[OR: Max Verstappen is an Omega in a world where his designation is seen as nothing but an item to be possessed, an object to be bought and used as pleased.

Charles Leclerc is an officer gone off duty, taking on the task of housing an Omega whose trust in good things is shattered, and whose secrets go deeper than anticipated.

Charles never expects things to go as far down south as they do.]

ao3 link

playlist: songs that have inspired or followed along the creation of this fic

[writing-intheundercroft]

Started playing HL on my steam deck so I can giggle over my blorbos in peace

Also me pausing to take a screenshot of the npc I’ve been dragging in my fics for over a year (sorry violet)

[amirsenk]

ALONE (Aegon ii x Reader)

" My name is not important

What is important is to forget "

notes

Well, this is my first one shot, sorry for the bad English, I'm new doing this.

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Why are you here? The noise, the lights and the walls make the perfect space for wrong situations like yours, it's probably 12:00 pm, your friends have disappeared into the crowd and the rooms, you feel alone, but not for long.

Time passes and you have been drinking many of the drinks that were on the main table, you feel your body heavy, your vision blurs and the voices are louder, a glow stands out in the darkness, a smile full of mischief enters your vision.

" Are you okay? " said the stranger softly next to your ear. A sigh was all you gave in response, and he got you a laugh in return.

" Well, I'll take that as a yes, do you want to go out for a moment ? " he said, while his arm acceded to your hips.

That's how you ended up talking to that stranger about your arrival at the party, you could only concentrate on the smoke of his cigarette with every puff he took.

" So, you've been alone all the time, what a pity, it wouldn't be a bother to stay by your side " after this sentence he finished his cigarette.

The hours passed and you found some comfort next to the blond, the drinks kept coming and the subtle touches didn't stop, you closed your eyes at a certain moment, it was just a blink to teleport you to a room, with little clothes and a note with a number on the bedside table, “Thanks for the company, you can be calm, last night I had to take some things from you to make you more comfortable but I can swear I didn't do anything, call me if you want to go for a coffee :) ” , you decided to believe his words and start getting dressed, well it hadn't been so bad after all.

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