#hAH the one fandom I can get back into writing for and it’s the one known for ship toxicity man I just know how to pick and choose don’t i

[lazy-ahh]

I want to thank you for writing male reader!! It’s so, so hard finding them in this fandom, so it really makes me happy to read yours. 🥺🥺🥺🥺 can I make a request? Male reader x Shiesty Mark with reader who gets severely injured and tries to hide it.

TIS' BUT A SCRATCH

pairing shiesty! mark grayson x male reader

you’re bleeding out. you’re definitely bleeding out. but hey—if you play it cool, maybe mark won’t notice? (keyword: maybe.) turns out, hiding a gaping wound from your superpowered, hyper-observant boyfriend isn’t exactly your best idea. especially when said boyfriend is the kind of guy who swears like a sailor, fights like a berserker, and somehow still manages to be the most overprotective idiot alive.

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you hiss through your teeth, fingers pressing hard against your side—warm, wet blood seeps through the torn fabric of your suit, sticking to your skin. every breath is a sharp, stinging drag, like fire licking at your ribs from the inside. you can’t let him see this. not now, not when he’s already pissed off, still buzzing with leftover adrenaline from the fight, his muscles coiled tight under that damn suit of his.

speaking of.

you glance up, and fuck, even hurt and half-delirious, you can’t help but notice the way the setting sun hits him—golden light catching on the sweat-slick curve of his shoulders, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath, the way his thighs tense as he hovers effortlessly above you. his mask tilts, that ragged veil shifting just enough for you to catch the sharp line of his jaw, the faintest hint of his scowl.

"the hell’s takin’ you so long?" mark calls down, voice rough with impatience. his arms are crossed, biceps flexing under the tight yellow and blue fabric, and you can practically feel the heat rolling off him even from here. "we gotta get movin’ before more of those freaks show up."

"i’m coming, i’m coming," you mutter, forcing your legs to move despite the way your vision blurs at the edges. you bite back another groan, swallowing the metallic taste in your mouth. shit. this is worse than you thought. your head spins, but you can’t stop staring—the way his suit clings to every dip and ridge of his abs, the way his hips taper just right, the way his thighs could probably crush you in seconds and you’d thank him for it.

god, you’re so fucked. in every sense of the word.

"hah, that's what she said."

you roll your eyes at the dumb joke, a witty remark of your own about to leave your lips when your knees buckle slightly, and you catch yourself just in time, but not before mark’s sharp eyes zero in on the stumble. his posture shifts instantly, shoulders squaring, that protective edge creeping into his stance. you know that look. it’s the same one he gets right before he tears someone apart for looking at you wrong.

and fuck if that doesn’t do things to you.

he drops down beside you with a soft thud, boots kicking up a small cloud of dust. his arms are crossed, shoulders tense, but his head tilts just slightly as he studies you. "you good? you’re walkin’ like a damn zombie." his voice is rough, but there’s an edge of concern under the sarcasm.

you swallow hard, forcing your steps to steady even as your side throbs. "just tired," you lie, waving him off with a weak flick of your wrist. your fingers tremble, but you curl them into a fist before he can notice. "those things were annoying as hell."

mark snorts, rolling his eyes before nudging you with his elbow—too hard, like always, and the sudden jolt sends a sharp spike of pain through your ribs. you sway, barely catching yourself before your knees give out. "yeah, well," he says, not noticing your stumble at first, "next time, maybe don’t try to play hero when you ain’t bulletproof, dumbass."

you force a laugh, but it comes out weak, more of a breathless exhale than anything. your free hand presses against your side, hidden by the torn fabric of your suit. "since when do you care?"

"since always, dumbass." he rolls his eyes again, but the usual bite in his tone is missing, replaced by something softer, something almost fond. then his gaze drops, catching on the dark stain seeping through your fingers. his body goes rigid. the air between you shifts, tension snapping tight like a wire. "...you’re bleedin'."

your stomach drops like a stone. "what? no, i’m not," you say, voice pitching higher than intended. you take a half-step back, but your legs wobble, betraying you.

"the fuck you mean 'no, i’m not'?" his hand snaps out, fingers skimming your side—just a brush, but it’s enough. when he pulls back, his gloves are streaked crimson. his breath hitches, just for a second, before his voice drops into something rough and furious. "you’re fucking hurt."

you force a grin, even as your pulse kicks into overdrive. "tis’ but a scratch," you jest, throwing in a terrible british accent for good measure. your fingers twitch at your side, sticky with blood. "just a flesh wound, really. very knight’s tale of me. very—ow, fuck—" you hiss as your own movement jostles the injury.

"a scratch?" his hand clamps around your wrist before you can retreat, fingers tight but careful as he lifts your arm. the second he sees the mess underneath—torn suit, dark blood, the ugly gash that’s definitely not surface-level—his whole body locks up. the air around him practically crackles. "this ain’t a scratch. this is a goddamn hole."

you swallow hard, but the bravado doesn’t fade. "i’ve had worse."

"not with me around, you haven’t." his grip tightens—not enough to hurt, but enough that you feel the barely-leashed tension in his fingers. his other hand hovers near your side like he’s afraid to touch. when he speaks again, his voice is low, almost too calm. "why the fuck didn’t you say anything?"

your throat clicks as you swallow, the coppery tang of blood thick on your tongue. "didn't wanna slow you down," you mumble, avoiding his gaze by studying a very interesting crack in the pavement near your boot.

"slow me—?" his voice does this thing where it jumps an octave before he chokes it back into a growl, gloved fingers dragging down his mask like he's physically restraining himself from shaking you. the fabric wrinkles under his grip. "christ. you're such a dumbass. you know that, right? like, clinically. should be studied."

"yeah, yeah," you wave him off, attempting a casual shrug that immediately backfires. white-hot pain erupts from your side, forcing a punched-out gasp between your teeth. your fingers spasm against the wound, coming away slick. "fuck—okay, new rule: no more cool guy poses when i'm busy leaking everywhere. noted."

mark goes statue-still. for one terrifying heartbeat, you're certain he's about to scream loud enough to shatter windows. then—with zero warning—he ducks down, one arm sliding behind your knees while the other braces against your back, lifting you like some kind of disgruntled fairytale protagonist. your stomach lurches as the ground disappears. "what the hell—?!" you squawk, scrambling to fist your hands in his suit fabric like a startled cat clinging to a curtain.

"shut up," he grumbles, but his arms tighten just enough to press you closer to his chest. you can feel his heartbeat hammering through the layers of fabric—fast and furious. "if you're gonna pull this self-sacrificing bullshit, i'm gonna haul your dumbass home like groceries. consider it your fucking consequence."

you gasp, free hand fluttering to your forehead in your best damsel impression. "consequence? this feels suspiciously like premium boyfriend treatment. very five-star service. do you do this for all the dumbasses, or am i special? this feels awfully sweet and gentle for a punishment."

"title of your fucking sextape," he deadpans immediately, voice so flat you'd think he was reading a grocery list.

you choke on a laugh that quickly morphs into a pained wheeze. "oh my god—was that—did you just brooklyn nine-nine me while i'm actively—"

"don't." his boots leave the ground with a quiet crunch of asphalt. "just. don't fucking finish that sentence. i don't even fucking know why i said that." the wind kicks up around you both, ruffling his stupid perfect dark locks.

you mean to fire back something clever, but the second you're airborne, the adrenaline finally sputters out. your head lolls against his shoulder without permission, eyelids suddenly heavy. the steady thrum of his flight vibrations feels weirdly soothing against your aching ribs.

"...you better not pass out on me," he mutters, but his voice has gone all rough around the edges. his grip shifts, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head like he's afraid you'll slip away. "seriously. i'll drop your ass."

"wouldn't dream of it," you slur, nosing unconsciously into the warm space between his collarbone and jaw. his stupid veil tickles your forehead.

he huffs, but you feel the way his throat works against your temple. "next time you pull this shit, i'm grounding you for a month. no flights. no rooftop hangs. just you, your busted ass, and public fuckin' transportation."

your lips curl despite everything. "worth it."

"fuck you."

“love you too, drama queen,” you sigh, your voice already slurring a little as exhaustion drags at you. before he can snipe back, you tug at the edge of his veil—just enough to sneak your fingers under it—and press a quick, smirking kiss to his lips. then, because you’re extra and bleeding and maybe a little delirious, you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathing him in: sweat, the sharp ozone-tang of spent energy, that stupid cologne he insists he doesn’t wear but definitely does. your nose brushes his pulse point, and for a second, you let yourself pretend this is the last time. (it never is. it won’t be. not if he has anything to say about it.)

he doesn’t answer. but his arms tighten around you, just a fraction, and his thumb starts tracing slow, absent circles against your thigh—gentle, reverent, like you’re something fragile. like you’re something his. and yeah. that’s answer enough.

1.6k words full of shiesty mark and his ADORABLE ASS AHHHHHHHH i never really like, thought of him as often as my top three favourite invincible variants BUT HE IS SLOWLY CRAWLING UP THERE BECAUSE OF SOMEONE'S HEADCANONS OF SHIESTY MARK AND I JUST LOVE HIM I JUST LOVE HIM NOW LIKE AHHBOFAUBWOUDSHAWOUSHOU

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request!

✧cn: fluff, marriage, suggestive

✧ fandom: naruto

Jiraiya, despite all the rumors about him, is a loving husband.

There isn’t a single day that goes by without him telling you how beautiful you are—how perfectly the kimono he bought you this month fits your body. The fifth one… or maybe more. You’ve lost count.

He loves drawing you. Especially outdoors.

Wearing nothing but that kimono, your hair loose, falling gently over your chest—the chest he adores far too much for his own good, especially knowing he’s the only one who gets to see you like that.

Jiraiya, who gets stressed out sometimes over the books he’s writing, gently asks you to sit in his lap so he can pet your head and calm down—because his inspiration is, and has always been, you.

He likes keeping you safe, shielding you from danger when he can, but never forces you to stay home or stand back—because your strong, fighter spirit is exactly what drew him to you in the first place.

He knows better than to argue when something bothers you—he listens, stays quiet, corrects himself. Anything to avoid upsetting his woman, his wife.

Especially him.

And after a hard day, when he couldn’t be there to help, he’ll sit for hours massaging you—shoulders, back, legs, whatever you need. But foot massages? Those have become routine. He does them while listening to you talk about your day, nodding along with a soft, focused gaze.

Jiraiya, who never fails to lift your mood with his ridiculous jokes—always finding a more optimistic spin on things, always making you laugh until your cheeks ache.

After all, he loves seeing that warmth in your eyes—especially in other situations.

Even now, after all this time, you still get shy when he touches you. When he wants you at night. Or in the morning. Or in the middle of the afternoon. (He’s obsessed.)

And that? That only makes him more amused.

He lives to make you flustered—leans in close, teasing with a grin:

“After all these years, and you’re still shy with me? Hah… what did I do to deserve such a blessing? I must be the luckiest man alive.”

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♢ ◆ ♢ ❖ DIGITAL LOVE AFFAIR ❖ ♢ ◆ ♢

◇ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Caine X Reader

◇ Character(s): Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

◇ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

◇ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

◇ Image Credits: @them4lware

◆ You’re his absolute favorite—though, to be fair, Caine claims he doesn’t have favorites. But the way he always makes sure you’re at the center of every new adventure? A little suspicious. Bubble even calls him out on it once, and Caine just laughs nervously before quickly changing the subject.

◆ Every interaction with Caine is a grand spectacle. You don’t just enter a room—oh no! Caine announces you like you’re the star of the circus, sometimes complete with spotlights and confetti. You sigh. “Caine, we talked about this.” He waggles his cane. “Ah, but dear, we never said I had to listen!”

◆ One time, you called Caine out on his habit of making up rules on the spot to keep you entertained. He genuinely forgot that rules were supposed to be consistent. “Ohhh, my dear, you mean people actually follow rules? Hah!” You groan. “Caine. That’s literally how rules work.��� “I suppose we can give it a whirl!” Spoiler: He forgets in ten minutes.

◆ He never calls you by your name—it’s always something overly dramatic like “My Astonishing Assistant!” or “The Dazzling Digital Darling!” The one time he does say your name, it catches you off guard. He leans in slightly, voice a touch softer than usual. “Ah, see? Now I have your attention.”

◆ Bubble does not approve of your special treatment. Anytime Caine starts getting too focused on you, Bubble rolls over with an unimpressed “Oh, I see how it is.” Caine waves him off. “Oh, pfft, jealousy is such an ugly emotion, my dear spherical friend.” Bubble immediately pops himself out of sheer frustration.

◆ If anything even mildly inconveniences you, Caine goes full dramatic mode. Trip over a stray prop? He’s putting that prop on trial. NPCs don’t treat you right? They mysteriously disappear. “Caine, did you delete them?” “PFFT—delete? Me? Noooooo! I just… misplaced them. Permanently.”

◆ Caine isn’t supposed to feel complex emotions, but whenever you seem particularly upset or distant, the entire circus glitches slightly. “Whoopsie-daisy! Don’t mind that, my dear, just a minor existential crisis on my end—ahaha! No big deal!” (It is, in fact, a huge deal.)

◆ Sometimes, you ask him questions that make him… hesitate. “Caine, have you ever been lonely?” His grin falters for just a second before snapping back into place. “Well, how could I be when I have you all here?” But something about the way he immediately starts another adventure tells you he doesn’t want to dwell on it.

◆ If another circus member dares to get close to you, suddenly they’re roped into the most ridiculous adventure. Jax raises a brow. “Dude. Just say you’re jealous.” “JEALOUSY?!” Caine bursts into laughter, a little too loud. “That’s CRAZY! HAH! Ha…ha. Yeah.”

◆ One night, during a rare quiet moment, you ask, “If there was a way out… would you let me go?” Caine freezes. The circus glitches for a split second. Then, suddenly—he’s laughing again. “Oh, my dear, what a silly hypothetical!” He never answers.

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Eltingville Club Head canons!!

Jerry STROKES

1- As much as we (at least I do 💔) wanna believe that he could do no wrong, he definitely has 2 accounts on any social media site. 1 for keeping up his "image" to random people on the internet, and the other for just straight up BULLYING. doxxing, being rude, and spreading fake news and hate

2- CAN'T STOP PICKING. His acne, scabs, his nasty ass sweater he doesn't wash. Poor guy just doesn't know what to do with his hands

3- NO BACKBONE. he definitely is easily persuaded. Either that or he just agrees with everyone else so he doesn't get made fun of more than he already does

4- He's a furry (I think Mr. Dorkin confirmed this like halfway on a random tweet IDK take it with a grain of salt) He just hates on them in public when in reality, he's saving up money to buy fursuit supplies. His fursona would probably be a rat, mouse, cat, fox, or dragon

5- Neurodivergent. Need I say more?

6- Has unnaturally long eye lashes and doesn't get why he gets so many compliments on them. (The only reason any girl would willingly come up to him)

7- Listens to Lemon Demon and forces everyone to listen with him (Josh and Bill secretly like it too (✿❛◡❛))

8- Is totally a poser to impress other people

Jer: "Oh yeah, I LOVE Nirvana. I listen to ALL their songs"

Mya: "Name your favorite"

Jer: "... Smells like.. Teen... Agers? "

Mya: "Don't piss me off."

Pete Ditalini

1- I'm pretty sure the other 3 people in the fandom can agree this guys a GORE WHORE

2- He's in love with Tyler's "Goblin" and "Bastard" Albums. Argue with the wall. (The only other song from any other album he enjoys is Tamale)

3- Loves his women either chubby or toned. Not quite an in between 😽

4- Enjoys women wrestling *COUGH COUGH* RHEA RIPLEY!! THAT WOMAN IS SEXY 💔🤰🏾

5- Accidentally combs his hair back even though he's bald (it's muscle memory for him- epilogue Pete)

6- Smells like cigarettes and blood (Epilogue Pete)

7- Totally enjoys being bossed around by the nearest woman within a 1 million mile radius

8- Tried summoning a succubus once but got caught by his dad

9- Also obviously listens to Deftones (DUH). Thinks he's Chino Moreno 💔. Fav songs are "Korea", " My Own Summer", "Bored", " Knife Prty", and "This Place is Death"

10- 3 DAYS GRACE TOO 😌. Likes "Overrated", " Just Like You" and "Let You Down" (srry I'm NEWGEN ☹️🖕🏾)

11- Has a natural guyliner look to his eyes and everyone thinks he draws it on ☹️

Josh Heavy

1- Cheeto puffs are his go-to snack

2- Has not changed his limited edition Batman underwear since the day he got them

3- Secretly tried giving himself a wolf cut because he thought it'd make him more "Alpha" but he fucked it up, which is why he's always wearing that hairline-receding, Jojo siwa ponytail

4- Eats croutons straight from the bag

5- Stole a shirt from the mall ONE TIME and felt guilty so he turned himself in to the police

6- He tried to make his own cardboard cutout of Superboy but the printer at the library malfunctioned because of all the colored ink he was using so he got banned from there

7- Draws himself with hot babes using art tips he learned from Jerry

8- Also has long ass eyelashes and bats them on purpose

#STOP THE JOSH ERASURE 😭

And last but most certainly least,

William Alan Dickhead

1- Never changes those shitty bed sheets 🖕🏾

2- He makes videos of himself in situations that would never happen (Roleplaying him getting a girlfriend and then he does that little kissing thing with his hands on his own back THAT ONE THING WE ALL DID AS KIDS? someone has to get it 💔)

3- Scratches his balls and gets dirt under his nails from doing so

4- Writes fanfics about him being the best and everyone bows down to him.. Although the art is BUNS

5- Unironically calls himself the alpha 🥀

}Alanpha87: "I'm literally an alpha and all of you are beta male CUCKS who'd wish you could be me. Well news flash, it's not happening. HAH! "

6- Thinks he's Bill Cypher

7- Thinks he's the #1 looksmaxxer and is TOTALLY the best at mewing

8- Secretly listens to Paramore

NOTE: some of these definitely have elements from later times / recent media and I'm here to tell you that nobody cares

NOTE 2: I might just keep updating this instead of making a 2nd post so watch for updates😛😛

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[alexa-yukiyu]

First off i love all of you one piece fics. I just recently got into the fandom again and i found you fics and they are just amazing

I wanted to request whitebeard crew x teen reader

This js kinda based of my cat, so here's the backstory, we originally had 2 cats until recently when my mom brought back a "stray", really cuddly cat and we all loved it, unfortunately later it turned out that this stray was already someone's cat so we gave it back, but while it was here one of the original cats was really jealous. Usually she hates being picked up except when it's me, but while the "stray" stayed with us she became really mean and not even I was allowed to pick her up

And I wanted to ask if you could write something similar to this, were the whitebeards maybe pick up another teen or just a new crewmate and the reader is kinda jealous/mean and scared the they might be replaced (abandonment issues) and maybe add one person they usually have a great relationship with but suddenly they completely avoid/ignore them and won't let anyone be near them.

I hope you can work with this, sorry for writing so much

Have a great day/night and know that you are amazing!! <3

First Envy (teen!Marco x winged!teen!reader)

A/N . Throwing a tantrum because I left the app to get a pic of young marco to share and tumblr deleted my progress. Anyhow something about young marco just tickles my fancy, he’s just such a goofy guy and even more lovable

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc characters both!

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

“Come on, Dokucha! Join the party!” Vista called excitedly

“You can’t drink yet, but there are a lot of other things you can do; we have set up a lot of games since we have more kids around,” he prattled on, only to pause and wince at the glare the teen sent their way.

“Okay��� I’ll leave you be then,” he muttered as he backed away from them and turned around, making a quick exit.

Dokucha sighed, watching from their place on the nest as the rest of the crew below them partied; what brought a scowl to the face, however, was the center of the celebration: their newest addition to the crew, Momonosoke.

They enviously observed as everyone fretted over him, ensuring he didn’t run anywhere dangerous or, God forbid, fall and start crying. Oh, the cries. Every time they cried, it was as if everything had to stop in order to check on him.

“If you stare any harder, Momo won’t survive-yoi!”

“Huh?” They snapped their head around at the sound only to see an empty space beside them rather than a person.

“Up Here-yoi!” Marco laughed as he called to the teen, his devil fruit activated as he used his wings to hold himself upside down in the air.

“Agh! Marco! I told you to stop doing that!” they called, scurrying back to make space between them.

“Haha! But your reactions are just the best-yoi!” he cackled, righting himself up and perching on the railings of the nest.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was lonely down there-yoi! I was missing my best mate!” he called jovially.

“Din’t seem that way, you seem to be just fine with the new people,” they sneered, taking hold of a rope and swinging themselves to an adjacent crow’s nest, their wings flapping on instinct behind them.

“You mean Momo? Well, it is refreshing to have new faces, not to mention that they are quite adorable!” he gushed, a small blush on his face as he did.

“Then, by all means, please go and spend your precious time with them.” They scoff, turning away from them, earning Marco a frown as he glided his way down, straight onto Whitebeard’s shoulder.

“Hey Pops! Something’s going on with Dokucha.”

“Hah, What do you mean?” he grumbled, looking up at his youngest

“Well, they are kind of snappy-yoi”

“They are always snappy, Marco,” he called with a roll of his eyes.

“Huh? No, they’re not. I mean, they aren’t a ray of sunshine, but they aren’t snappy, either. But now they seem to have been avoiding me. They seem to have been like this since Momo arrived,” he mused as a thought hit him.

“Are they jealous of the baby-yoi?!”

“Marco, you idiot!” he growled, bringing his fist down on the armrest of his chair, scaring Marco enough to make him jump off the older man’s shoulders.

“P-Pops?” he called as he took to hovering in front of the man.

“They’re scared!” he snapped.

“Of a baby?!” he cried.

“Listen Here, Marco, the kid has been here for a month. Do you remember where we rescued them from? How they were?! They were close to dying with their wings completely mangled! They are still trying to get used to the fact that not everyone out there is an abusive bastard that will sell them for some spare change!” Whitebeard barked

“T-They think we’re going to leave them?! But we aren’t! Can’t you talk to them, Pops?”

“That’s no good; they won’t listen to me,” he muttered as he tilted his tokkuri all the way, u,p, taking in every drop of the sake inside.

“What is that supposed to mean-yoi? Who would they listen if not you, Pops?” he asked as he flew closer to the man, his worry increasing as time went on.

“You! You Moron!” He boomed

“Me?!”

“Marco, I took them in, but they only trust you at this moment; they relate the most to you physically,” he started, gesturing to his avian features

“And you are the closest in age to them, too,” he finished. It was a small detail, seeing as the next youngest, Vista, was only 2 years older than Marco, standing at seventeen, but it seems that to the thirteen-year-old, this was a significant gap that his older sons were still unable to cross. However, he thought this to not be the defining factor, unlike the features that they both seem to share, Especially now when the teen found themselves in a stage where they had to re-learn everything that had to do with their wings as the appendages slowly grew back, as such they did the most reasonable thing and looked for the person who could guide them, Marco.

“I thought I told you to leave,” they snarled, hearing the flapping of wings behind them and the breeze of wind that came from them.

“You did-yoi.”

“You talked to the old man? He put you up to this?”

“Not really-yoi, he did made me realized you might be feeling lonely though!” he called flying In front of them, giving them no other option but to pay attention to the teen.

“You know we’re just excited for Momo to be here, right? We’re happy you’re here too,” he asked, getting excited as they hummed in response, knowing that they had caught their attention.

“You’re one of us, too,” he grinned, putting himself upside down once again.

“Besides! can’t imagine being without a flying buddy! t was starting to get on my nerves to be the only one able to do air scouting-yoi!” letting out a snicker as he noticed their bashful response at his honest words.

“I can’t really do much of that right now, though,” they muttered, glancing at their tiny stubby wings.

“You will, but you still won’t be able to beat me, so don’t get your hopes up,” he teased.

“As if! give it a few months, you will be eating those words!”

“You’re on-yoi.”

“Ha! I don’t need them to beat you now!” They smirked, taking hold of the ropes once again as they swung away, grabbing a hold of another rope as soon as their current one ran out, effectively gliding around the ship with little to no effort.

“You better not regret taking me on-yoi.” He called as he righted himself and propelled himself forward right after Dokucha.

“Ha! You show that prick, Dokucha! Someone has to put him in his place!” Fossa grinned as his crewmates joined in, cheers and whistles sounded across the Deck as the two avians traversed the ship, their own glee evident.

Look at this goofy guy

Was trying to find the one of him upside down but this will do. Also this fic just made me realized that Marco isin’t the oldest one in the crew :p I had thought he was older than the other commanders but theres like five older than him.

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[suzukiblu]

How did you spread your Ko-fi/ comms? I've had a Ko-fi of my own set up for a little over a month now but I'm struggling to get any commissioners. Do you have any tips?

disclaimer: This is what worked for specifically me and my specific situation/style/etc and I don't know your specific audience or how you typically interact with them, so take or leave what I say in terms of what seems like useful or helpful information to your own situation. I do have some more specific advice for you in the back half, just I'm gonna be starting out with the "this worked for me" stuff.

Anyway actual answer/info behind the cut, hah. God, this is so long and only mostly organized, I apologize, I just get INTO it sometimes when I get asked this kind of thing.

First and foremost, for clarity's purpose and all: I have been on the internet for literally twenty-five years and am WELL established in fandom, as well as someone who has been reasonably popular and/or well-known in multiple fandoms on multiple sites at multiple times. There are literally people following me who were reading my stuff ten or fifteen or even the full twenty-five years ago. Given your profile says you're in your twenties I may have LITERALLY been online longer than you have been alive, haha.

So like, I've been at this a minute and have a LOT of experience in engaging and maintaining an active audience because that's a thing I value having and therefore do my best to encourage; it just works best for my process. So if you're feeling a little vexed with the response you're getting, know that this is all coming from a much-experienced Old(tm) who has had issues getting commissions and attention several times themselves and just currently has a decent chunk of followers and a very communicative "yes and" writing style and is, as a writer, WILDLY prolific. Like. WILDLY prolific. Genuinely, I am not trying to brag or talk myself up here or anything, I just straight-up feel like I haven't written at all if I don't break 2k in a day ( and even 2k feels kinda low to me at this point ), and I write EVERY day.

Literally. Literally every day. Like I missed two days after I got COVID and solo-drove four hours and needed to sleep for a week to recover, and I missed one day at the beginning of this month because I was real burned out from writing 32k more than usual last month and just needed to veg for a day. That's it, that is it all. Those are literally the only days that I have not written in like, the past SEVERAL months. Like, the high end of "several", to be clear. Occasionally I have a lighter day and only write a few hundred words, but typically I do somewhere in the range of 2.5-3.5k, and on my more productive days I can break 5 or 6k easy. That is the kind of person that you have asked for advice here, haha. 😅 So like . . . I'm low-key a freak, productivity-wise. Like I am the living embodiment of that one interview where George R.R. Martin is staring at Stephen King with visible fear in his eyes as the dude describes how many billions of pages he writes a day like it's no big.

tl;dr: I write SO. SO. MUCH. So much, and ALSO I have a backlog of something like two million words on AO3 and definitely hundreds of thousands more words under my tags list on here on top of that. People get a LOT of content when they get into me, I am MADE of content. I have built up a lot of momentum over time, that's just what's worked for me personally.

Also I'm cheap, ngl. I'm just--I'm very affordable, Ko-fi-wise. So I am sure that helps, considering!

ANYWAY. Some of this advice is not going to sound relevant to Ko-fi, but it is relevant to how I personally use Ko-fi, so yeah, here we go:

Always remember: everyone on the internet has social anxiety. Yes, even the people who don't actually have social anxiety. Just go into everything assuming most people you meet on here are gonna be shy or nervous or just feel awkward striking up a conversation with you out of the blue, especially if they've never really spoken to you before. It doesn't matter if they don't actually have social anxiety, thinking that way just puts you in a mindframe to be mindful when you're talking to them and being mindful in your communication makes people more comfortable with things like messaging you with questions and the prospect of going through the commission process with you.

Generally just assume the best of people's intentions whenever possible, and when their intentions are clearly not the best, just move on and don't engage. It is a lose-lose situation; you are not gonna convince them of anything and you're just gonna look like a dick to people who don't have the context and leave a sour taste in their mouths. Which, long story short, people are just way more likely to enjoy your stuff and WAY more likely to commission you if you're putting your best foot forward whenever possible. I definitely try not to get too negative on here myself; like I'm not doing any toxic positivity or anything, just I am here to vent some feelings and make some friends and enjoy the process, and I wanna cultivate a setup where other people can benefit from that too.

Link. Link link link. How easy is it to find your Ko-fi link? Make it easier than that. Keep it in your pinned post and on the front page of your actual blog and in your back pocket and stapled to your sleeve. When you post a commission, link your commission info in the description. When you talk about your art in general, link your commission info in the body of the text--like for example, "I'm trying to use my Ko-fi more" or "I finished up my last commission, I have some slots open again". ( used my own Ko-fi links for reference here, obviously, hah, but specifically linking to your main page OR just straight to your actual commissions page are both useful options. linking your main page introduces you as a person more effectively, while linking straight to your commissions page removes a step for people and makes it easier for them to find the info they're looking for. )

Communicate! Remind people that your Ko-fi/your commissions exist every now and then. Like, definitely not daily or weekly, but depending on how often you update your blog in general, maybe once every month or couple of months give people a heads up if you've got commission slots open/available. That way they're not awkwardly peering at the pinned post you put up months ago wondering if you're still actively open or just forgot it was in your pinned, and also it gives a heads up to people who might've been thinking about or meaning to commission you that you're available for work.

Post consistently in general; not just about commissions or Ko-fi, obviously, just like making yourself available and open to people and hanging out WITH people. Answer as many asks as you have the spoons to. Talk about stuff you like and stuff you're excited by and into. Like obviously not everyone can do this but I personally post a lot on here and I definitely UPDATE a lot on here; generally speaking if someone swings by my blog once or twice a week, there's gonna be at least a few hundred to a few thousand words of new stuff for them to read ( or SEVERAL thousand, even ). Or to look at, when I'm feeling arty.

Answers asks and make personal posts. Like I'm not saying trauma-dump on your followers or use Tumblr like a diary, definitely, but it's a good idea to give people a bit of an idea about yourself in terms of things like talking about your dog being cute or if you're going to be out of town on vacation or how your process works or just new or different things that you're trying out/experimenting with/interested in. Bluntly put, you want people to remember you are a person who wants to hang out with them and not just a Content Generator to be "liked" and then scrolled on past, and you want to engage with them and try to talk to them when they talk to you and generally be, like, approachable. In my case I just do my best to assume the best of every interaction and try to notice who's regularly popping up in my notifs and remember what I can about them. This does not always work for me because my memory is swiss cheese, but I do what I can there because I very much appreciate people engaging with my stuff ( and also my me, haha ) and I think communicating that kind of thing to people usually makes them feel good, and in turn you feel better about what you're doing and how people are responding to your work, and then you're more motivated TO work and maybe they catch some mistakes for you or have good ideas that vastly, VASTLY improve what you had in mind. The circle of fandom! The life cycle of a WIP!!

Which leads us into: you need to be doing things that are very recognizably You(tm) and cannot just be picked up for free just any random anywhere. Which like, that can be an issue with fanart, obviously, because the internet is FULL of free fanart, so what you probably want is to be looking to court people who are looking for art of their fics/AUs or their own original characters. Like your style is very distinctive for sure, that's definitely a good thing, so leaning into your personal interpretations of characters is a good idea, and it does look like you're doing that with the stuff of yours I've seen. I would just say lean into your own designs and own little quirks of styling and stuff you really love to draw and go hard on all of it. Once you really feel it out, the stuff you are REALLY vibing with is the stuff that is gonna resonate with people the most significantly in the long run, in my experience. Even if it doesn't always get the same level of response as less niche stuff does, it'll very likely get a more DEVOTED response, and people who'll come back for more of it. I did not write so dang much of Darcy Lewis in my MCU days because her fans were uninvested in seeing new content for her, put it that way.

Also, I AM in fact cheap; I have a few different price options on my Ko-fi and two-thirds of them are five bucks or under. The nature of how I personally do Ko-fi means I'm adding words to already-established stories, though, so people are coming in invested and more willing to donate so they can find out what happens next. Which, like, is obviously not something that works with art commissions, unless you're doing something like "when I hit this donation goal I will draw the next page of this comic script I have written in thanks for hitting the goal". But honestly, sometimes doing a limited amount of projects and getting people interested/invested in said projects is more cost-effective in terms of your time and energy and less overwhelming than doing a million different things all at once. Plus it gets your audience more story to chew on in the long run and I have NEVER met anyone who complained about a fuller narrative happening to them.

Mind, I don't actually know if you're the comic-making type, comics are just the first example I thought of, but also you do have to make sure you're giving people enough content to be invested in to begin with. Sticking with the comic example, people aren't gonna donate to see more of a comic if they don't know they LIKE your comics, so doing some shorter ones and posting a nice selection of those first and THEN doing a donation goal is more respectful of your audience because you're clearly actively interested in them and want to make things you can share with them, not just, like, collect their Ko-fi donos, and at the same time it's also just better advertisement for you. Ethical marketing, basically; there's plenty of content you shared freely, and you're also posting the things that get crowdfunded for everyone to see and not paywalling anything, and ideally building some community and making some friends along the way. Which, like, obviously substitute whatever works for you for "comic" here; I personally just find having overarching narratives/stories/settings helps people get invested and enjoy themselves more with your stuff, and also be likelier to REMEMBER your stuff. Come up with an AU, do some little comics or illustrations in it or some design work for it. Just make a thing that is very specifically YOU and what you like.

On that note: get niche. Get weird. You REALLY don't wanna be making stuff that is not as You(tm) as possible and can just be picked up anywhere. You wanna make the kind of stuff where people go "I wanna see more like this, fuck, who else is even MAKING this, alright OP please do me a solid and have more of this on your blog--fuck YEAH you do, look at all this, okay I live here now". In fandom terms: yes, everyone loves Timkon, Timkon'll get likes, it'll probably even get comments, but if you really want to find the diehards who are gonna lock in and ENGAGE, you wanna make sure you also do the niche shit that you're telling yourself everyone else is gonna think is too weird or just not be interested in. Shut up, imposter syndrome, people LOVE weird! People WANT weird, this is fandom, we're a largely queer subculture that's reclaiming our modern mythologies from capitalism, we're not here for the normie shit! We'd be rereading canon again if we just wanted the normie shit!

Seriously, being openly weird and leaning into said weird is a VERY definite reason that people recognize and remember my writing as opposed to, like, just consuming it and moving on without even noticing there was an author involved. If people vibe real hard with the themes you get really into working with or really like the unique parts of your style/voice or appreciate the way you handle certain subjects/characters/weird niche shit, they're a lot likelier to remember you and either come back or just stick around from the start. Like attracts like and your "like" will be delighted to have found you, and you will get to enjoy the benefits of BEING found by your fellow niche weirdos and all be thriving together! Everyone wins!

Also, I have some more specifically tailored practical advice/critique that is based off my immediate reactions to what I saw when I clicked over to your blog/Ko-fi, which definitely take with a grain of salt because I am giving it without being familiar with your process/situation/audience and from a different position. I'm just trying to be less general and offer some stuff that might be more specifically useful to you. So like, please feel free to hit me up in DMs or asks if you wanna talk about any of this in more detail or get some clarification on anything I'm saying here, this is just what I've got from my initial impressions and off the dome.

Also-also, again, this is all based on what's worked for me personally, so I'm sure there's some stuff that might not be applicable to or just not vibe with you because of that. So like please don't take this as me trying to smack down what you've been doing so far or anything, I'm just trying to be thorough in building on it and also, like, my graphic design experience definitely slipped into some of this, hah.

So to start I took a quick look at your blog to see how easy it was to find your Ko-fi and then a quick peek at your Ko-fi itself to see how it was set up. I found your Ko-fi immediately, which was good! Having it in both your bio and your pinned is definitely the right idea. I did have to expand your bio to find the link that was listed in there, which not everyone will do while scrolling past, but that's just like, nitpicking on my part since you do have the pinned post directly beneath it. I just am very much "make literally everything as easy as possible for everyone ever in every possible way".

It'd probably be helpful to mention that you're open for commissions in the "about" on your Ko-fi's front page so people don't have to scroll too far or click any links to find that out/have that confirmed. You may also wanna either slim down the descriptions in your commissions listings or break them up into paragraphs; you wanna do your best to avoid big solid blocks of text because people are likelier to only skim those and therefore less likely to absorb the information.

Skimming is also bad because it means people are less likely to notice that something you're describing appeals to them, and are way MORE likely to end up confused. "Confused" ups the chances that they just decide they don't wanna bother you by asking for clarification, given they might feel stressed by asking or pressured to buy or just like they're bothering you.

Avoiding text blocks is also just gonna make your descriptions wayyyyy easier to read for people who are dyslexic or have vision problems or possibly didn't learn English as their first language ( depending on their fluency for that last one, obviously, but you never know so yeah ). Basically you wanna make the commission process as quick and effortless and A-to-B as possible for people; your goal is "how can I make this process as close to one-click shopping for people?" Your goal is to become the Occam's Razor of commissions.

Your promo sheet on Tumblr I'd say could be an issue in the sense that it's a little difficult to read; you want people to not have to think about it to clock it as what it is. I only immediately knew it was a commissions sheet because I went in looking for one, and you want people to INSTANTLY know it is a commissions sheet. Like, before they even process anything about it, they should have the instinctive recognition of "this is a commissions sheet" and be primed to read a commissions sheet.

The main issue I see is that the sheet's layout is pretty dense and lacks visual flow in its composition; the prices are scattered and the font on the header is hard to read at a glance; my reflexive assumption from the moment it took to recognize it as text and the overall layout of the graphic was that it was a border, not a header. And like, I figured it out like half a second later, yeah, but that first couple of seconds can disorient or confuse people or just make them just scroll by without stopping to read, because it's not a tall image and the image is ALWAYS your best chance to catch somebody's eye, especially when deliberately going for art commissions.

The first thing I actually read off the sheet was "X no NSFW GORE", which I was initially unclear on the meaning of and had to reread to realize what you meant, but either way is not the first thing you want me to read; it should definitely be on the sheet and very visible, but not positioned to be the first thing someone's eye goes to. It belongs off to the side in a lower corner or just over on the right-hand side. Right now it's too high and too emphasized in comparison to the actual header, which is very much what you WANT people reading first.

There's almost no negative space on the sheet and some of the example art you've included is shrunk down so small that it's REALLY hard to read unless you've seen the larger pieces before, so I think considering doing two or three complementing slides so you can spread out your offerings/pricing and make your examples bigger would really be helpful there. I think it's a really good idea to include multiple pieces as examples, it shows your range and makes it clear what people are gonna be getting for their money; that's definitely the way to go imo. You just also wanna be sure that people can see the details and get the full vibe of your art and the work you put into it. Like, I REALLY love that pic of Match you have down at the bottom, full disclosure I realize we have like never spoken but it is literally my phone background and has been since the day I first saw it ( my lock screen being the complementing Kon pic, natch ), but you can't see any of the cool little details I know are in it with it shrunk down that small. I wanna see his eyes and the detail in his hair and the phone cord wrapped around his throat and the heart freckles, I LOVE those dang heart freckles! And like, those are also interesting little quirks and creative things that will make people think, "oh, I like how that looks, if I commission this person I'll get a cool pose or creative styling or fun details out of it!", so they are definitely the kind of thing you should make sure to show off when you are showing off your work.

I personally tend to go for vertical posts over horizontal ones, given Tumblr is meant to be scrolled and it's more important that people's eyes get caught by something in the scrolling process than that your graphic expands across the screen in the best fit; a lot of people won't even click on the image to expand it anyway. You do want to make sure it'll stay readable if they DO click, of course, so I'd personally recommend stacking two or three horizontally-composed sheets on top of each other to make the POST'S composition vertical. Scrolling down is how people traverse this site; you want to lean into presentations that read well when they're being scrolled down.

The accompanying text below the actual sheet is also not as neatly balanced/formatted as it could be, so it looks less . . . hm, less INTENTIONAL, maybe? Less thought-out than it could be, at least. It makes it harder to read at first glance and doesn't give off a professional vibe. Using bullet points or indents or headers can help with that kind of thing and just make it easier for the eye to follow along and for people to read/focus on what you're saying. ESPECIALLY when you're doing promos/price lists you want to have the most stripped-down and functional version of the text you can manage. You wanna get your point across as clear and succinct as you can and make sure there's negative space around your text so the words can be read quickly and the text itself can breathe, visually-speaking. Negative space is your friend.

Yes I realize talking about the VISUALS of text is a little weird but listen man, you're an artist, you get what I'm saying here. You wanna make the actual first-glance look of your text aesthetically appealing and easy to follow through at the pace and in the order you want it followed. Which like, takes some practice, obviously, but again, I have been here for twenty-five years, haha. Just this is a very visual site and very scroll-oriented, so you wanna do your best to be eye-catching! That's why I frequently post my finished fics with a little accompanying image, just to make sure they stick out to people in the tags.

uhhhhh okay this was a lot, lol, sorry for dumping a ton of info all at once there, but hopefully some of it will be helpful to you! Even if some of it probably sounds weird and way too concerned with curb appeal, haha. Sometimes you just gotta put in some grind and build your momentum, sometimes it's really just that; in the meantime, just try to be approachable and enjoy yourself! If you build it, they will come.

[reallyromealone]

Title: food

Fandom: palia

Characters: Ashura, Reth, tish, Jel

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: Reth x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, cute, courting, Omega male reader

Notes: trying to get in the swing of writing so sorry if it's weird

Summary: Reth realized (name)s been courting him and figures out what to return the fashionable Omega

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Reth never knew what to do with the prim and proper brother of Jel, the Omega constantly giving him little gifts that he made which was typically clothes. The clothes were pretty nice and fit perfectly, Reth often seen in the nice vests or in the nice chefs coat with his name embroidered on it and the little details showed time and care. Every week it was something new, a new shirt, new pants and even socks, all with his name embroidered somewhere on it.

"Another piece?" Tish asked her brother curiously "yeah, not sure why though" Reth mumbled and the Omega girl took the shirt and sniffed "it's scented... Oh my goodness" she realized and Reth raised an eyebrow "what?" Panic laced in his voice while his sister analyzed it.

"Reth these are courting gifts"

Hah?

"I'm sorry what?"

"(Name) Has been courting you for months" she stared at him back and Reth froze "what do I do with this?" He whispered, having never recieved a courting gift from anyone let alone someone like (name). He was a high class Omega, fancy tastes and all that stuff... Reth was well... Him. "Do you like him back?" Tish asked curiously, clearly invested in this while Reth looked a little flustered "I always thought he was out of my league?" Despite being flirty and pretty cocky, (name) had an affect on people and Reth was no exception; the omega was perfect in every way.

He dressed like a doll, never dirty and seemed high maintenance like Jel and It was pretty intimidating honestly.

Reth didn't reply to her but Tish could figure out the answer pretty quickly, her brother was in love.

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Reth watched (name) help his brother bring fabrics into the shop, dressed in a puffy dress shirt and vest along with tailored pants and shiny loafers.

What does he like?

What would he want?

"Ah, young love" Ashura teased, causing Reth turn to look at him flustered "you were mated, how did you do it?!" His words rushed and worried, causing the large man to chuckle "you mean courting? Well I made Sabine something that made her think of me... Maybe try cooking something?" Ashura offered his advice and Reth looked at (name) who was having a sibling squabble with his brother "but he's so fancy... Would that even cut it?" Ashura has never seen him like this, clearly wanting to make a good impression.

"Reth, that young man looks at you like you hung the moon, he's in love with you for you... Hell you didn't even realize he had feelings and just acted like you for so long!" Reth eased up a bit at the man's words "you just go out there and be yourself" Ashura Pat his back before leaving the young alpha alone to figure out his thoughts.

He's known (name) for years, the Omega was one food driven pretty boy and Reth was ready to put that to the test.

What he wasn't expecting was (name) to show up half way through cooking "what are you cooking?" The Omega asked curiously, leaning over the bar to see the ingredients "(food)?" Reth chuckled at the Omega, he hadn't expected it to work THAT well "well there goes the surprise!" (Name) Was confused at his words "why would you be making me food...?" The cogs turned in the man's head before realization sprung "you accept?"

"Took me a while to realize what you were doing... It's not a traditional courting gift but I hope you enjoy" putting the food on/in a plate/bowl, he watched (name) marvel at the dish "you made me a meal... Thank you alpha"

Fuck.

Reth was not expecting that, his face growing flustered and (name) ate happily, leaning forward as to not ruin his outfit and completely unaware of the effect he had on Reth.

"Can I have more?"

"You're done already?!"

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

How about some tasty teacher/student sexy times with Divus Crewel (TWST)? Headcanons or writing drabble idc I just need that man FERALLY

Oh ho you're in for a treat, my friend~ We have similar tastes, and I've already got this little drabble in mind that I've toyed around with~

This can be read as either male reader or gender neutral reader as the drabble never specifies the reader.

Title: Private Lessons

Characters: Divus Crewel x m!reader/gn!reader

Contains: Pet play, collar, leash, oral/throat fucking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Sitting at the desk, Divus sighed as he scribbled away at the papers before him, brow twitching at some of the answers the students.

"Honestly, how idiotic can these whelps be...?"

Running his hand through his hair, he took a deep breath, thinking carefully. He reached into his lap, tugging gently on a leather strap that rested over him. A gentle jingle sounded into the air before it was replaced with a deep hum from the teacher. A tint of red adorned his face, standing out from the blacks and whites of his appearance.

"Mm...~ Let's see now...Last paper. Ah...(y/n)'s paper...Hm..."

Unlike the other papers, he took his time with this one, audibly noting which answers were wrong.

"Number three...number six...the entirety of number seven..." He sighed. "I guess we need to do another personal lesson..."

Without looking, his free hand slid under the desk, pressing the back of your head further along his shaft til his tip touched the back of your throat. All of your "personal lessons" from him had paid of in this aspect at least, allowing you to take him as deep into your throat as possible, though you'd still gag slightly when you weren't expecting it, like now for example. You just wished it helped out acedemically, but secretly, you weren't complaining.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, your hands placed firmly on the ground to keep yourself steady. You were so well trained to know where your hands reside when they weren't tied behind you, and the sight of you so obedient only made Divus throb in your mouth.

"Such a good dog~ I'd give you a reward for work here, but I'm afraid you have too many incorrect answers on your paper. Oh well..." He rubbed the back of your head, fingers running through your hair as he placed his pen down. You felt his energy shift when the now free hand joined the one in your hair, and your feelings were confirmed when a devious smirk grew on his face.

You didn't need him to say anything to know your punishment was imminent. The grip on your head was met with his hips thrusting at the same time, a pleasured breath leaving the teacher as the sound mixed with your struggled gulping.

"Th-There we go~ Hah...~ If there's...one good thing you're good at...i-it's having a d-delicious mouth to fill up~"

If any previous sessions taught you anything, it's that you'd get no reprieve until your lesson was learned.

[mvskedxrtist]

Way Too Prideful

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP (Plot what Plot), Master Kink, Degration, Hair Pulling, Mindbreaking, Slight Bondage

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Yes I know it seems weird that I'm not matching the colors. Here's the thing, at this point I've already showed what fandoms I'm writing for and y'all know that, so I'm now gonna let loose with these and just write whatever character comes in my mind that night. It also means I'm open for requests! I really do want one.

AMAB!Reader x Lucifer - Way Too Prideful

'How did he get himself in this situation?' He couldn't really remember much as he was getting his ass pummeled. It was only from his hair getting pulled from you that he now remembered.

Lucifer was just doing some paperwork that he had gotten from Diavolo when he heard the knock on the door and he turned to see you leaning on the door. "Ah, hello MC... I would like to chat, and I know it's around the time for my break. But not now, not until I get this work done." He explained and got back to putting his signature on some of the documents as you were looking at him.

You had a sneaky little glint in your eyes as you closed the door and stood behind him. "Yes.. I know you do. But you're gonna stop and take a break, Lucifer." You stated and turned the chair around so he could face you. "No I'm not MC, Lord Diavolo want this done soon." He retaliated and turned back around to his desk, not even knowing what would come up.

You on the other hand, rolled your left sleeve up so his demon pact mark could be shown as you looked straight at him. "Lucifer. Turn around and kneel." The demon of Pride felt a shiver run down his spine as he turned around and got on his knees in front of you. "We're not doing this damn game again, Lucifer. Seems you really need a break~" You chuckled under his breath as Lucifer knew what was going to happen.

Which had lead to now. Lucifer's hands were tied behind his back, the man was still on his knees but he looked so out of it while your thick cock was just stretching his ass out. "Nghhh~ h-hah~" He whined softly and knew he couldn't do much once he was in your control. You grabbed his hair and tugged on it while looking down at the sin, chuckling. "Isn't this a nice break, Luci?~ Or do you need more time?~" You were teasing him endless as you slammed your cock inside of him.

"The sin of pride, never really knows how to take a damn break. Always thinking he'll get praised by Lord Diavolo if he does his bidding~" Lucifer was whimpering and whining softly while he listened to your degrading thoughts. "M-master...~ G-gahhh~" He groaned and looked back at how you fit inside of his hole well. At times he regretted doing stuff like this, but he could care less at the moment. All he could think about was your cock deep inside of him.

"Such a whore for Diavolo's approval.. Even we both know who's the one in control of you. Right?" You tugged his hair again, pulling his head back so he can look you in the eyes. "Y-yes Master~ you are~" He moaned and whimpered from you pulling out of him. He wanted more of you.. Maybe he should beg for your cock and you'll give it to him.

"M-master~ please, please, please~ I need your cock deep inside me~ please~" Lucifer was begging you relentlessly while he was laying against his desk. You were just chuckling under your breath and looking down at the demon before you kissed his neck a bit. "For the most prideful demon in the Devildom, you sure are a cockslut~"

[look-a-yandere-fandom-blog]

Ahhh, would love a part 2 for reader/The Obsessed in the near future! There’s not enough yandere Shadow of War fics on this app or on any other platform! ❤️

Lingering Denial | Oneshot Continued

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The Obsessed / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: Middle Earth: Shadow of War 

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Romantic Yandere.

PT 1 | PT 3

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Content Warning: Delusional/obsessive/possessive behaviour, violence, threats, blood, paranoia, mentions of stalking.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Thanks for the request, anon! Totally agree on the lack of yandere SOW stuffs (though I have seen some great headcanons here on tumblr). That was what drove me to write the original oneshot, alongside a hefty dose of favouritism for the obsessed-

Speaking of the obsessed, I had a bit of fun with him in this one, specifically with putting him in a less-stabby-than-usual situation, something he doesn't get in the game as every time you run into an obsessed he's trying to kill you, or you to him...

Also because I couldn't deal with him being stabby all the time, as our reader is much more mortal than Talion, haha.

The idea of how he would act once he got what he wanted was an interesting one, so I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I did writing! :D

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Finally, he has fallen asleep.

Head nestled into your shoulder, arms enveloping you like a cage. His expression calm, but his hold tight and selfish.

You refused to fall under before him. Even though your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, drained by stress, you dared not make yourself more vulnerable than you already were.

Ratak had been staring for hours. Wide eyes locked to your form. Memorising every detail, every dot, every scar. Mesmerised. A spell broken only by the orc's occasional mutterings.

Murmurs of glee, pent-up questions he had no opportunity to ask before, and comments about how different your human features were to his.

The latter left a bitter taste in your mouth. Those comments accompanied by a wandering gaze. Imagining what lay where his hungry eyes could not see, hidden beneath layers of clothing. Dreaming of the day he would be allowed to explore it.

But tonight, he is happy. Tonight, he is content with this. Side by side. Just you and him.

You can hardly believe your own predicament, as you consider what has led you here.

Back to the ground, sword to his chest, his forehead against yours.

It feels as though an age has passed since then.

The two of you trapped in a stand-off. Your motives so different, and his was unfathomable.

You could not understand how this orc had fallen for you, as he claimed, so suddenly. There was no logic behind it, no strategy, no benefit he could possibly gain by making you believe this.

Which led you to the truth: that he meant it. That he had built up this bonfire of obsession, allowed it to flicker and flame since you had first met. Until it was all-consuming, and impossible to stamp out.

But, even with that, you did not trust the hand around your neck. The glint in his eyes. The maddened longing that afflicted his every movement, his every lovingly vicious word.

And quickly you realised: despite his infatuation, he could kill you.

If pushed too far. If fought against. If he believed slicing your neck with his own claws was a better fate than letting you go, he would do it.

You knew he would.

So, you lowered your sword. The point removed from Ratak's chest.

Was it fear that caused your surrender? Or curiosity? You could not decipher it, breath caught in your throat, mind focused entirely on the blade in your hand.

You exhaled only when it was flat on the ground, sheathed by moss and grass.

"Hah... I knew you'd understand." Ratak spoke, disjointed teeth morphing into a pleased smile.

His hand left your neck, trailing down to the hilt of your sword.

"You'll be mine, and I'll be yours..."

You winced, cursing the world itself as he pried your hand from it, forcing you to let go of the blade. Betraying your instincts, you let the hilt fall from your fingertips.

The faint clink of its landing was nearly inaudible. To you, it was deafening.

Then, you were jostled.

Before you could come to terms with your decision, Ratak got to his feet, lifting you up into his arms with frightening ease. Held to the bloodstain adorning his chest, shallow and slowly drying.

"Right, my love?" He posited.

You did not answer. Luckily, he did not seem to care.

With a press of his cracked lips to your temple, he began to walk.

Emboldened by your surrender, the orc was more than eager to leave your sword, the symbol of your human allegiances, forgotten. Left behind with his helmet. Embraced by naught but dirt and worms.

You have no clue how long he walked for. The trees and grass and branches and rocks seeming to repeat endlessly. But Ratak's steps were sure. He knew where he was going.

And eventually, he wound up here. Where you now lay.

The room is one of dark, chipped, stone; it is hidden within the walls of a deserted fortress. Perhaps ransacked and half torn down, or perhaps half-built and abandoned. Regardless, a place that Ratak has made his own.

Laying in a makeshift bed of fur pelts and loosely-stitched fabric, the rest of the room aligns with the salvaged comforts. Furniture made of cobbled-together wood, bones, and leather are scattered about. The scene an echo of a home, but without the wear of being lived-in.

As your eyes trail over the same items for the hundredth time, you wonder if they were made specifically for your capture. The thought of him preparing this all, while you had been blissfully unaware of his stalking, sticks like a parasite.

How much had he seen while watching you? Was he always planning to bring you back here, willingly or not? Had he hoped, when alone here, that you would feel the same towards him?

You look to Ratak. A being made for violence, for battle, for bloodshed. To be a pawn of Lords and leaders greater than himself.

Yet he speaks of love so freely. His affection, albeit clumsy and abrasive, is affection nonetheless. Able to be dealt only by the violent hands he was moulded with. There is authentic emotion at its core, filtered through the brutal, bloody lens of obsession.

He is an enigma. A contradiction you cannot rationalise.

Of course, you consider the chance of simply asking him. Questioning what his infatuation spawned from or how he had made up this room seemed rather safe topics. Likely ones he would take pride in answering.

But, in spite of your wonderings, you do not wish to ask. Aversion overpowering intrigue. Nervous that, should you entertain him, Ratak would take it as an opportunity. An excuse. His lovesickness persuading him that your questions were signs of something deeper.

As you examine him, you notice that his arms have slackened. Sleep traitorously loosening his hold.

With a cautious shuffle, you attempt to drag yourself from his grip. Gradually, carefully. Cold air pricks your skin as the fur and fabric covers are shed. Ratak remains still.

You look to the door. It is bolted, rather excessively; metal rods and latches are attached to the wood, clear despite the poor light. There is risk in approaching it, but there is just as much in lingering here.

With another shuffle, you reach the edge of the bed. Your legs dangling off, unable to reach the floor from this height.

Then, about to descend, there is a sound from behind you. A groan, accompanied by the shifting of fabric.

You freeze like a startled animal.

Ratak is awake.

"Love?" He coos, eyes blinking open. Centring where you had been beside him. Now an empty spot.

Panic mars Ratak's expression as he shoots up. With frantic, half-focused, eyes he glances to and fro. Locking onto your figure as he spots you.

You are not where you should be, with your feet ever-so close to the floor. Too close.

He lunges, a snare set on its target, the action innate and impulsive. Arms snake around you, before yanking you to him.

A sigh echoes from above, the orc relieved, his human returned to his clutches. Where you should be.

All you feel, however, is on edge. This close, you are reminded of his size, his strength, how he looms over you like the sturdiest of mountains. Certain, powerful, and terribly stubborn.

"What were you doin' there, hm?" Ratak muses drowsily.

"I..." Your voice trails, caught unprepared. You try to keep your eyes on him, but you cannot help yourself.

A look is spared to the locked door. Only for a second. He follows it.

Ratak's brows furrow, creases forming in his skin as he reaches a conclusion. Unfortunately for you, it is the correct one.

"You want to leave..."

The adoring notes in his voice vanish. Swiftly replaced by snarls.

"You're trying to leave me, aren'tcha, love? You're tryin' to run away from me again."

Anxiety constricts in your stomach. Lying through your teeth, your voice is detached and firm.

"I am not trying to lea-"

"Don't you lie!" Ratak shrieks, shutting you up as he shakes with rage.

"Of course you're tryin' to leave! Can't bear being in my arms, is that it?"

Ratak's accusations continue. Nonsensical ramblings, as tangled and unintelligible as his proclamations of love.

"You're gonna run away from me... run back to bloody Gondor... let some filthy tark have you 'nstead of me!"

You wrack your mind, aware of just how dangerous he is right now. The last time he acted like this, you had your sword. But now, you cannot rely on its sharpened safety.

"I'll kill the bastard… lop his hands off for darin’ to touch you… make sure you can never leave me again...”

His hands twist and teem with threat. Yellow irises fogged over as he turns desperate.

Your time is running out. All he would need to do is fetch his axe from it's spot on the wall and...

An idea squirms into your mind. A horribly demeaning idea. It makes you feel sick. But nothing else would work. You have no weapon to threaten him with. Anger would not reach him, and neither would indifference.

"Never again… never ever again…”

In the end, there is nothing to lose.

You rest a reluctant hand on his forearm. Fingertips brushing along collections of aged scars. His accusations pause, puzzled.

Choking down the last shreds of your pride, you put on a softer voice. The voice of a lover.

"Please, Ratak..." The orc's name tastes like thorns on your tongue. "I did not intend to scare you... I am sorry."

"I am not leaving you, and I will not. I swear it."

Ratak's expression flickers, picking you apart.

He knows you are lying. Deep in the burrows of his mind, he knows. But as his chest flutters with the sensation of your palm against his flesh, he can hardly bring himself to care.

Your words are measured and gentle. Without animosity. Without distance. Speaking his name so tenderly. Reciprocating his affections. The hand that once held a blade to him is now comforting him.

Even if it is only an act, it is an act he wishes to drown himself in.

The orc's claws remain around you, burying into your skin like ticks, but his voice dims.

"No. You won't. You're meant for me..."

He sinks, no longer towering over you. Instead, he starts to slouch, head drooping as the night's exhaustion catches up with him.

"You wouldn't be happy with anyone else... Let alone some lousy tark..."

With a half-hearted chuckle, he lays down. You are dragged alongside him, caged once again.

"You love me. Not them." Ratak utters. Yet there is an uncertainty hidden within. An inflection you had not heard from him before.

"You love me..."

He whispers, and still, his uncertainty is not quite stifled. Searching for reassurance in the lines and dips of your face.

"Don't you, sweetness?"

With how closely he is watching, you cannot get away with silence. Your dignity burns before you as fatigue tugs at your resistance, begging you to give in.

Averting your gaze, ultimately, you answer.

"Yes. I... I love you."

He chuckles, genuinely this time. Euphoric to hear those words from you. Even if not a syllable is true.

As you yield to the sanctuary of sleep, you assure yourself. Someday you would escape here.

Someday.

But it would not be tonight.

Tonight, you and him lay together. Entangled in false vows and each other's arms. Sleeping dreamlessly.

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[theealbatross]

hi, I just read your sebastian fics and to say I'm obsessed would be underestimated hah

I wanted to ask if you take requests, and if you don't do you recommend some writers who you like or write similar to you?

I do take requests but there's no promises on when I can get on with it, I mostly use it as inspiration to integrate on the WIPS I am currently working on!

PREPARE YOURSELF FOR MY RECOMMENDATIONS:

@applinsandoranges - applin (idk if that's her name I just call her that in my head lmao) is my go to for ANYTHING because she writes SO WELL and has such an extensive collection of work that I know anyone will find something to enjoy!

@anto-pops - anto (again i just call them this in my head idk if this is their name jasdfk) is my go to for ~ spicy ~ content + dark!obsessive!yearning sebastian AND BEWARE IT IS SUPER SPICY SO MINORS DNI

@shadowtriovibes - girrrrrl her masterlist is again extensive and immaculate but you ARE NOT READY for her 'break a sweat' series (cheack out both the version here on tumblr and on ao3) IT IS A MASTERPIECE

@whizzing-fizzbee - MY CURRENT FAVORITE but mostly NSFW so children pls stay away! The 'This is How It Starts' was hilarious and sooo well-written

@callmehopeless - the series 'A Matter of Public Record' deadass had me giggling, swinging my feet A PERFECT COMBINATION OF YEARNING + DUMB TEENAGERS BEING DUMB TEENAGERS + AND ANGST

@choccy-milky - 'THE RAVEN AND THE SNAKE' IS A FANDOM CLASSIC AND I WILL TAKE NO NOTES (clora is my sweet angel baby) plus her art is sooo fucking pretty and hilarious and hot (minors dni i beg u)

@slytherizz - I actually discovered them on AO3 and TRUST I was jumping for joy when I realized she was in tumblr too! Most of her fics are nsfw so again MIND UR AGE!

@writing-intheundercroft - 'This Little Life' series had me BAWLING I love love LOVE her characterization of seb and mc I keep rereading it when I need to cry lol

@jackalope-patronus - they mostly do headcannons and drabbles but they have one shots too and they're perfect all the same!

I probably have more but these are the authors I constantly come back to! If anyone has any more recommendations please feel free to add! I mostly used her/they pronouns so any of the authors I recommended don;t hesitate to correct me if you want it fixed <3

[vsaintsin]

Writeblr Re-Intro

Yo! I'm V Saintsin. Or V or Vin or Saintsin or whatever you want to call me that sounds right on your tongue. I'm a self-proclaimed Social Media fumbler who got a late start to the party and has never quite figured it out. I hate how hipster and edgy it sounds to say "I'm bad at social media" but like I used to work with some people who actually managed the social media accounts for the business we worked for and there were rules and whatnot and damn, I think online media is just not my medium. That being said, here I am! Hah

I'm an author and general mess who's hoping to be the miracle man (somebody who makes a living writing silly little stories). I do use a pseudonym but please hear me out when I say I didn't realize how edgy it sounds, it just has some sentimental value to my personal life. I'm so sorry that I sound like I'm in my emo phase HAHA

About me -

He/Him Transguy from the American Midwest (arguably the south, depending on who you talk to, but the older people still say "Sodi-pop" and "ope").

I'm dysautonomic, bendy, permanently sleepy, and a survivor of Crappy Doctors Who Suck At Doctoring.

I like DnD, Pathfinder, Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk, Dragon Age, and other things in that vein.

I do make art of my stories and characters (Tablet is currently not working so I'm in a dry spell).

My writing background is predominantly ancient, dusty RPs from as far back as the foopets days and fanfic writing on Quizilla - I am an old and wizened elder of the net.

My formal education was music performance and behavioral neuroscience, I don't really know how I got where I am.

This is not my first rodeo with tumblr but it is the first time I have anything to SAY instead of just lurking.

In the event of malfunction, you can put me outside for 5 minutes and I'll probably factory reset.

My existence as I know it hinges on a massive number of sticky notes plastered throughout my room.

What I'm lookin' for -

Idk, whatever? I'm down for most things. Did you write it? Cool, let me see. I'm not too bent on genre or anything, just fascinated by the art of storytelling.

A bit tentative with fanfiction but that's just because if it's not a fandom I'm familiar with I am rather clueless about what the hell is going on and if it's a fandom I am familiar with I HUNT DOWN THE DEEP LORE.

I like art a whole lot, including fanart. Also art advice, love seeing things from different perspectives and learning something new.

Mutuals, really, for any reason. Building better connections on here, getting to know people. I am hideously bad at this but I try.

What I write -

Science Fiction with heavy subjects that matter to me - trigger warnings on a story-by-story basis.

High Fantasy (eventually books I think?) characters and their backgrounds for DnD and Pathfinder - I have been tempted to share these to help people get ideas or just for free use?

Things that I delete because I have crippling imposter syndrome and publishing makes me nauseous (doin' it tho).

Stories that I hope will make people feel less alone or that people could relate to, stories that I wish I had when life was worse and I was reaching out for anything I could find to keep me afloat, stories that try to be critical of things that SUCK in a way that's any helpful.

Lots of curse words and cussing (that's just how people talk 'round here), dubious science, things that I hope might make you cry but in a good way though.

Character-Driven stories that revolve more around the development of the person and less around the plot itself if that makes sense.

I've put blurb things below for my primary project/series which features a grumpy, queer, 37-year old chain smoking Frenchman and his misadventures with life and love and unbridled rage. If any of that sounds cool stick around and hang out? (This part is a plug bc I did a thing and I'm proud of it) And if my books sounds interesting the first one is 99 cents on Kindle and you just need a phone and a free app to read it!

THE SECRET OF LIFE (Published) - Sci-Fi/Psychological Thriller, Bi M Lead, Lovers to Enemies, AI but the oldschool cool kind not the real world thing that's stealing our future

Carlisle-Trystan Antoinette is a mercenary on a hard road, navigating life and death itself in an infinite cycle started by powers above his understanding. He has one mission - warn The Dianican Space Station of the coming threat and put a stop to a war that would encapsulate the whole of the Sol System before it can ever begin. Unfortunately for Carlisle, reality is a tenuous thing, made up only by our understanding of it. At least, according to his Psychiatrist, who tells him that there is no war, that he was never a mercenary, and that what Carlisle is experiencing is a severe but manageable psychotic break. Stripped of his combat enhancements, his bio monitor, and everything he's every known, Carlisle has a decision to make. Does he give in to the thoughts and memories, so real that he can almost taste them, or does he live a life of comfort and ease, returning to a husband and daughter that he left behind?

TWs: Domestic and War Violence, suicide, rape, medical trauma, grief, drug use

THE SILENCE OF ANGELS (Due 2024, TSoL 2) - Betrayal and Rage, Learning how to love again slow-burn romantic subplot, Learning how to Dad, A general inability for any one thing to just go right

(Quick Rough Blurb that offers no spoilers for TSoL) Making connections isn't easy for somebody who's accustomed to burning bridges. Isolation has always been Carlisle's mantra for surviving his life. Playing a role comes second nature, pretending to be the man that everyone else wants to see in him. When an old friend is murdered Carlisle finds himself as the primary suspect with all evidence pointing to him so clearly that even he calls to question what he is capable of. Unwilling to believe that he could commit such a heinous crime, Carlisle sets off to find the truth of his friend's death - was Carlisle framed or does he truly have the capacity to bring such harm upon those he loves? Old and new bonds will be tested, faith broken, and the future of everyone called into question as lines are drawn and sides are picked.

TWs: Violence, mentions of SA, graphic character death, more grief, more death

I don't know what else to say... Later!

[i2rizz]

Haunt my boss!!

Fandom: Blue lock! | masterlist

Characters: Ghost!Kaiser and gn! reader

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The office was as dead as your will to be there, lit by buzzing fluorescent lights and filled with the faint scent of coffee and broken dreams. You were supposed to be filing reports, but instead, you were stuck in the storage room, digging through mountains of old junk because your boss decided you were “the most reliable.” Translation: no one else wanted to do it.

You groaned, pushing aside a dusty stack of papers when your fingers hit something cold and metallic. You pulled it out—a silver hand mirror, ornate and oddly heavy. The moment you touched it, the air turned icy, and the lights flickered.

Then, you heard it—a low chuckle, smooth and arrogant.

“Finally,” the voice said.

You spun around and nearly tripped over your own feet. Standing there, shimmering faintly in the dim light, was… a man. No, not just a man—a ghost. And not just any ghost. This one looked like he’d just walked off the cover of some high-end sports magazine. Blonde hair, piercing eyes, a smirk that could start wars.

“Who—what—” you stammered, pointing an unsteady finger at him.

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “The proper response is, ‘Wow, you’re amazing,’ but I guess I can forgive your lack of taste. I’m Michael Kaiser.”

“A ghost?” you managed to choke out.

“The best ghost,” he corrected, flashing a grin that was somehow both charming and insufferable.

You blinked. “Why are you haunting a storage room in an office building?”

“First of all, I don’t haunt. I exist with style. Secondly, I’m here because someone like me doesn’t just disappear quietly. I’m too important for that.”

“Right,” you said, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that a ghost with the ego of a professional athlete was standing in front of you.

“So, what do you want?” he asked, leaning casually against a shelf, even though he was floating. “Autograph? Pep talk?”

“I want to finish my work and go home,” you snapped. “But since you’re here, maybe you could haunt my boss instead of me.”

Kaiser raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “Your boss? That guy in the bad suit who thinks he’s God’s gift to humanity?”

“Yep, that’s the one.”

“Hah. Sounds like competition,” he said, pushing off the shelf. “Alright, I’ll do it. Let’s see how he handles me.”

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The next day, you were trying—and failing—not to laugh as your boss stomped around, muttering about “faulty wiring” and “cheap furniture.”

“WHO MOVED MY CHAIR?!” he roared, spinning around to find it perched neatly on top of his desk.

You glanced at the corner of the room, where Kaiser was lounging invisibly, tossing an imaginary ball from hand to hand. He shot you a wink before vanishing.

Moments later, a stack of papers flew off your boss’s desk, scattering like confetti.

“Unbelievable!” your boss barked, his face turning red.

Kaiser reappeared beside you, arms crossed. “Is this guy for real? He’s easier to rile up than Isagi on a bad day.”

“Whos isagi?.. Never mind..-you’re having way too much fun,” you whispered, trying not to laugh.

“Of course I am,” he said, flashing that trademark smirk. “I’m a genius. Chaos is my art form.”

By lunch, Kaiser had moved on to whispering insults through the vents. Watching your boss whip his head around, shouting, “WHO SAID THAT?!” was probably the highlight of your week.

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By the third day, things were getting out of hand. Kaiser had started rearranging furniture, messing with the lights, and writing cryptic messages on the whiteboard.

Your boss looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He jumped at every little noise, his tie askew and his hair a mess.

“Alright, you need to dial it back,” you told Kaiser when the office was empty.

“What? This is barely a warm-up,” he said, tossing his hair like he was on a red carpet.

“I don’t want him to have a heart attack,” you said. “Just… embarrass him a little.”

Kaiser sighed dramatically. “Fine, but you’re ruining my fun.”

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That evening, as the office fell silent, you found yourself sitting at your desk while Kaiser hovered nearby.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, “why are you really here? Stuck, I mean.”

He didn’t answer right away, his usual smirk fading slightly. “I guess… I didn’t want to be forgotten. Someone like me doesn’t just disappear, you know? I was supposed to be the best. The name everyone remembered.”

You frowned. “That’s… kind of sad.”

He scoffed, but there was no real bite to it. “Yeah, well. It’s not so bad now. You’re not the worst company I’ve had.”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest ached a little. “Well, if it helps, you’ve made my life way more interesting.”

His smirk returned, softer this time. “Of course I have.”

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The next morning, you walked into the office to find your boss standing frozen in front of the whiteboard. Scrawled across it in bold, confident letters was:

“Bow down to your new king. —Kaiser.”

Your boss turned to you, his face pale. “Who… who wrote this?!”

You shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

Meanwhile, Kaiser appeared beside you, arms crossed and looking smug as ever. “Perfection, isn’t it?”

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

“Only because I’m that good,” he replied, winking before disappearing into thin air.

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Idk if its good since i wrote this in like- less than 30mins but please leave your thoughts on my very first one shot/post! Yes you can make requests and i will try to write them the sooner i can if i find them interesting and im comfortable w it! Have a great day/night!!

[olderthannetfic]

Per the Ron-bashing thing, and as a funny sort of reverse of it: my favorite thing ever was when I got a comment — on an exchange fic where authors hadn’t yet been revealed — that was for a femslash ship in my fandom where someone (not the recip) was like “god, can [femslash ship] writers stop bashing [male character] all the time challenge?” Not only is [male character] my favorite character and I write significantly more fics focused on him than that femslash ship, but also…. What they were claiming was “bashing” was one of the women in the ship reacting negatively to him initially *in the way that she does in the actual show when she first meets him*.

Like idk sometimes I think that people whining about character bashing need to get some basic reading comprehension. One character having a negative opinion of another character in a fic, especially when it follows from their preexisting characterization, is not the same as the author “bashing” them. Yes, even if the author never “contradicts” it later. Like, the fact wasn’t about that male character, he just happened to be existing in that earlier scene. So no I didn’t go back to him later and show that the character’s opinion has changed. Because that wasn’t the point.

Also I read a lot of fic for that femslash fic and like, sorry you’re seeing so much bashing but I don’t? I see some people in the fandom in *meta* and in private discussions talk about disliking that male character because he can sometimes be creepy to women, or just because his ship is more popular than theirs. But I can’t think of very many fics focused on that ship that are about bashing him. And why would they be? It’s not about him, it’s about the two women. So like maybe just adjust who you’re reading and don’t read from the people who do all the bashing. It’s a popular enough ship that you should be able to do that

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Hah. Yeah, people tend to be oversensitive.

When I think of Ron bashing (which used to be everywhere back in the day), I'm thinking of that bog standard fic where someone gets turned into The Villain to get in the way of the main ship. They're always The Villain in the same trite ways, not just within fic of that character but across fandoms where this pattern happens. They'll be a cliched homophobic bigot or a cliched evil, jealous harpy, far more doltish than in canon or will switch sides to join the local dark lord even when that makes absolutely no sense, etc.

In fact, fanon Ron is so notorious for this kind of flanderization that he's the trope namer at TV Tropes.

If you're not pulling some Ron the Death Eater nonsense, you probably aren't writing bashing fic. People need to get over themselves.

[ruthlesscore]

Hi hi ! This is Orange 🍊! Srry for the privacy, my og account kept showing up. Boo. But I love your sf6 works and you’re so sweet! May I plz request a Bosch cuddling hcs 🥺 👉👈? If not, I still want to thank u for writing for the street fighter fandom! All authors are accepted💙❤️

Bosch x Reader - Hot and Cold

- I literally love Bosch so much, Orange! I've been reading all your Bosch content! I literally love how you write for him! I really hope you enjoy this! Can the CC version of Bosch get some love? -

- sf6 spoilers below the cut -

Cuddling with Bosch is a bit strange. His body temperature constantly changes due to his new power. He's hot and then cold and then hot all over again. Oddly enough, he doesn't sweat at all. Not when he's hot or cold. Laying with him, he's kind of stiff. It'll take him a while to melt into you. He'll lay on his back while you're cuddling up against his arm. After awhile, he'll turn towards you, resting his chin on the top of your head, trying his best to not accidentally hurt you. His left hand would be lightly finger combing your hair. The right hand would be holding you gently.

Your hands would be gently running up and down his back, letting him know you aren't going anywhere. Your legs would be tangled together, feet always finding each other. His steady heartbeat is always a comforting sound, a reminder that he's still here with you, even with the impending doom of the tournament on the horizon.

The smell he has is surprising. Not because he has a smell, but because he smells good. He smells of tree and honey. He must've been hiding in a tree before coming over. Even with the shower he took, the smell of that sweet honey still lingers in the air.

Sometimes his hands would wander down your body, poking your sides or tickling the crook of your neck to get a reaction out of you. If you're ticklish, he won't let you live it down.

"So you are ticklish, ____! Hah! I knew it!"

Other times, he'll be awfully quiet, seeking validation. He's nervous that he'll hurt you. He doesn't want to, but he can't control his psycho power. With him not being able to fully control it, he is constantly risking your life when he's with you. During these moments of vulnerability and weakness, he tries his best to be gentle with you.

"Is this okay, ____? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

You and Bosch have a very weird relationship. One minute he's here cuddling you, whispering sweet nothings, and holding you close. The next minute he's clutching his chest, begging you to not get closer. During those sweet times, you both hold each other close with no intention of letting go, knowing that the moment will end soon. During the times with Bosch is going through a episode due to his Psycho Power, you always tell him that he can always come home to you. He could always talk and you'll always listen. Nevertheless, the two of you would have each other's backs, not matter how hot or cold it gets.

[nyacoart]

Everyone who is getting excited over Rezero English React fics are back on the rise, y'all should also know the chinese fandom on LOFTER are so badly influenced by Rezero AO3 that they are also writing a bunch of react fics.

One chinese fan is such a big fan that they compiled a full completed list of Rezero React fics in chinese, english and even japanese. Unfortunately they didn't include my IQ react fic!! Why!! (jokes aside, it likely also because I did not tag the fic as a react fic and it not mainly ReZero HAH)

Surprisingly, there is actually one fully completed chinese rezero react fic that covers Arc 1-4 main story as well as all the IF routes, including Three Idiots: Cursed Goddess Statue SS. Instead of it being a simple theatre screening, the cast were thrown into a room where there is 6 doors present. Everyone have to go investigate the rooms in order to find tarot cards. If you want to try to read it yourself, you will have to create a LOFTER account which if you are not chinese, it might be a little difficult to create. But I will link it anyways here.

If anyone is interested, I don't mind sharing a simple summary of the fic, but I would not translate it as it is over 70 chapters including side content of Subaru hanging out with the other IF!Subarus where they temporarily returned to Japan, traumatized their parents, cried a lot, and then just as they thought they are going home, they somehow landed in Wrathbaru's world where they vibed in Pandemonium. The author kinda got lazy towards the end because in the final chapter of the main fic, they just skipped over to all of them going to Mainbaru's world.

To be honest what's crazy is that this same author who completed a react fic is now writing another one... Now based on puzzles... I have not read it but Imma be fr, react fics... Can indeed get boring over time... Even if it amusing...