#i am open for commissions! if you like what you see here please reach out lol

[badkatdesigns]

B A D K A T D E S I G N S

YEAR IN REVIEW 2024

Did a ton of animation and VTuber models this year! I'm really proud of how much I've grown as an artist/designer over the past 12 months!

I've added a little breakdown below the cut :)

January 2024 : Scott Pilgrim Takes Off! month My favorite piece from this collection was Envy Adams's funeral fit from the anime. The look really spoke to me, and I enjoyed pushing the more stylised look of the textures. Available for Patrons.

February 2024 : Sakizo month Both designs I chose from Engraved Witch for this month are really good, but I think this one of Julietta as the Fire Element x Archer turned out just that little bit better. Available on Patreon and Ko-Fi.

March 2024 : March of the Faeries / Voyage of the Unicorn 1 I wasn't a huge fan of either of my models for this month, but I was immensely proud of the custom VTuber avatar I made to present the video! I really enjoyed painting all the textures and getting all the wings on her face to move. Available on Ko-Fi.

April 2024 : Mythological Creatures / Voyage of the Unicorn 2 I always do a serious set and a Homestuck set for April, and even though my Eridan model fucking rocks, I had to pick this gorgeous sphinx as my favorite of the month. I had a lot of fun researching her, and I think she came out looking top tier. Available on Patreon and Ko-Fi.

May 2024 : Mermay / Voyage of the Unicorn 3 I redesigned an older concept off the clock to better work in a short animation I was planning, and this gif was part of the proof of concept. I love everything about it, from the color grade shift to the new textures and character design.

June/July 2024 : Elden Ring Shadow of the Erdtree / Pride Special Another case where the VTuber model turned out better than the finished animation-ready models. They didn't turn out bad per se - I just didn't like them as much. Available on Ko-Fi.

August 2024 : No Theme I took August off to focus on animating Reefside Rumble, the short I started working on at the tail end of May. By this point some of my actresses had gotten back to me, so I was experimenting with facial animation and lip sync. I spent most of the month blocking and animating around half of the shots.

September 2024 : The Band With Rocks In / Soul Music 1 I decided to do another 3-month seasonal theme for autumn, this time choosing to focus on the Discworld novel Soul Music. In September I worked mostly on The Band With Rocks In, the band that forms when the power of rock music suffuses the Disc. This was my first real success with custom built facial rigs, and essentially added facial rig building to my character pipeline. Available for Patrons.

October 2024 : Death's Domain / Soul Music 2 To be seasonally appropriate with Halloween, I worked on Susan Sto Helit and her two animal sidekicks. I had a lot of fun working on these characters, especially Susan and Quoth. Susan's facial textures were a breakthrough for me in terms of using the layer paint add on I have on Blender, and I used what I learned with Glod's texture work to inform how I painted the layers on Quoth's wings. Available for Patrons.

November 2024 : Unseen University / Soul Music 3 For the final set of the Soul Music themed season and the final set of the year, I wanted to design some rocker wizards. The full final animation I made with them actually features all 3 wizards, but the gif centres on the Dean. I got to take a break in between working on the wizards to design some fake band merch, and that was super fun. Available for Patrons.

December 2024 : No Theme I took the final month of the year off to work on my portfolios, look for jobs and celebrate the holidays with my husband. In between all that, I managed to design two new characters - this one, Bellona, is a barbarian. To close out the year I spent an afternoon animating her swinging her giant battleaxe.

[otomehonyaku]

a reader's guide to otomehonyaku ☽ translation masterpost & request guidelines (updated 15 Dec. '24)

you can call me Ottie (she/her)! 20s, DiaLovers translator & writer

posting weekly, mostly on Saturdays or Sundays

ASK & DM OPEN ☽ REQUESTS CLOSED ☽ COMMISSIONS NEGOTIABLE THROUGH DM

Please DO NOT REUSE OR REPOST ANY OF MY TRANSLATIONS OR WRITING ELSEWHERE, in any form whatsoever, or RETRANSLATE MY WORK INTO OTHER LANGUAGES WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. If you have any questions regarding retranslating or reposting, please DM me!

Currently working on...

Diabolik Lovers More,Blood Stellaworth Complete Tokuten Short Stories ☽ All 10 characters (Next up are Shuu and Reiji!)

Upcoming translations

Diabolik Lovers More,Blood Character Popularity Poll Short Story ☽ Subaru ver.

Diabolik Lovers Chaos Lineage Drama CDs ☽ Vol. 3 (Orange, 4 tracks)

Diabolik Lovers Grand Edition Special Booklet ☽ Year-End Pandemonium (Sakamaki short story)

Diabolik Lovers Vandead Carnival Special Voice CD

Surprise long-form story from one of the tokuten booklets

Diabolik Lovers Chaos Lineage Special Booklet ☽ Short Story (Scarlet ver.)

Diabolik Lovers Chaos Lineage Special Booklet ☽ Short Story (Violet ver.)

Diabolik Lovers Official Anime Novelization ☽ Chapter 4

Note: Please be aware that list is subject to change. If something exciting pops up, I might alternate this list with other translations─in this case, please refer to the 'currently translating' section above to see what I'm working on!

Mainline Diabolik Lovers instalments

☽  DIABOLIK LOVERS: GRAND EDITION ☽ INCLUDING HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL & MORE,BLOOD

☽  DIABOLIK LOVERS: VANDEAD CARNIVAL ☽

☽  DIABOLIK LOVERS: LOST EDEN ☽

☽  DIABOLIK LOVERS: CHAOS LINEAGE ☽

Mainline drama CD series

☽  CLICK HERE FOR MY MAINLINE DRAMA CD MASTERPOST ☽

Books & other written materials

☽  CLICK HERE FOR BOOKS & OTHER WRITTEN MATERIALS ☽

My writing & miscellaneous translations

☽ CLICK HERE FOR MY WRITING & MY MISCELLANEOUS (NON-DIALOVERS) TRANSLATIONS ☽

Guidelines for requests & commissions

As a rule of thumb, Diabolik Lovers-related translations are always my priority and I sometimes write for fun. I do not take requests for writing (short stories, headcanons, reacts, scenarios and the like), though paid commissions are negotiable! Creative writing is quite a personal and subjective thing for me, so I tend to be selective as I want to ensure that I have enough inspiration and fun while writing in order to deliver a quality product. Please reach out through DM if you’d like to discuss a paid commission! Thank you for your understanding ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

When requesting/commissioning a translation, please be aware of the following: ☽ Please provide the source materials which you would like to have translated. I do not have the financial means nor the time to personally buy all of the drama CDs or tokuten for all 13 characters, for example, so if you want something translated: please include a link to the source materials. These could be links to audio files on SoundCloud and BiliBili, or links to Tumblr posts with scans of short stories or interviews and the like. ☽ In all cases, it is your own responsibility to ensure that the source materials—particularly fan-made artwork and scans—have been acquired with full permission from the original poster. If the original poster has NOT given you permission to repost or reuse/translate the materials in question, I will NOT translate them. ☽ This probably goes without saying, but I do these translations for fun—I enjoy doing them, but I am also busy in my daily life. I will try my best to finish and post the translation as soon as possible after your request, but I give no guarantees on how long they will take. I do work relatively quickly given my current language skills in Japanese, but the time I can spend on translating varies per week. ☽ If you would like me to translate Japanese-language materials from other otome franchises or pop culture related things, please consult with me and I’ll see what I can do! ☽ DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY TRANSLATIONS ELSEWHERE, IN ANY FORM WHATSOEVER (INCLUDING VIDEO), OR TRANSLATE MY WORK TO OTHER LANGUAGES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

[midnight-mourning]

💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's💘

The people wanted it, I'm here to provide it, it's Valentine's request time! See below for more details :D

Requests

I will have 14 slots available for requests. Which, is much less than last time, but I don't have time to do a month full of requests, and Valetine's day is the 14th sooo, yeah. BUT, length will be the same as December, 1000-2000 words.

Requests can be anything (again)! Just ask that they relate to Valentine's in some way, be that directly or indirectly and of course DCA-related.

As most know I am an X reader writer, but as long as my general request rules are followed, I don't mind writing for ocs, canon, etc. 

fair warning though for the above, I am not familar at all with TSAMS and if you DO have a specific au, I will do my BEST to be accurate but cannot guarentee beyond that

For those who don't know my rules, no nsfw (suggestive is fine!), and if you want something specific, be specific. Besides that, it's fair game, request what you want!

Potential Issues & Schedule

If there is overlap between request ideas, they will be combined in some manner of speaking (if possible). If needed, I will reach out to you about adjusting ideas or the likes, though I don't forsee this happening. This would occur if for example, someone wants gift shopping with Sun with their oc, and someone else wants the same thing with a reader-insert. Whoever requested second would be who I reach out to. 

Requests will be posted starting on February 1st & ending on the 14th!

I will be starting writing as soon as I get the first request, and since I'm in classes again now, I need to prepare as much as I can ahead of time so to not worry about getting behind. SO, requests will be open from today (January 18th) until next week January 25th. I know it's a short timeslot, but I need time haha 😅

To keep things organized, please request in the comments of this post. This also helps to potentially keep from overlap in requests, as you'll be able to see what else has already been requested. If you request in my ask box or such it'll make things a bit more difficult, so please avoid that.

HOWEVER, there is one exception to the above, which is if you wish to request anonymously, which is completely fine to do! But please only request in my ask box if you want to be anonymous. If overlap happens in that case, then y'all may just get two responses with similar vibes on the same day (essentially a bonus lol)

Sharing & More

Please feel free to share this post around, and request if you want to! Once I hit 14 unique ones I'll reblog this post with the announcement that requests are closed, so make sure to double check they aren't closed already prior to requesting!

I'll also post updates every couple of days regarding the status of total requests as well ^_^

Everything related to this will be under the tag #MM dca Valentine's, just in case there's another similar tag out there and I'm not just taking it for myself

I'm going to try and upload these in real time to ao3 so if you prefer to read there that will now also be an option! As opposed to having to wait for edits and such

Bonus little thing, if there's any artists out there that would maybe like to make some doodles to go along with these... let me know 👀👀 I would love to do it myself (same for the december requests) but I am unfortunately too slow a cooker to manage it 😔 would just be for funsies (i do not have the money for commissions so this would be volunteer-based) and no pressure to make something overtly intensive or the likes! I've never done this kind of thing before but I would probably send you the finished request/prompt ahead of time and you would (ideally) have a week or so to make something. Again, very small simple little doodle and if something comes up there would be no pressure to finish or such ^^

General update things from me

Hoping to finish up Holiday Spirit in the next week or so! shooting for ch. 3 to post today or tomorrow ^^

DCA December is now completely edited/posted to ao3 (will be posting the last couple chapters over the next few days)

Have decided that i WILL be holding off on posting Confused Spirit chapters 36, 37, 38 and will be writing them all together to make sure the plot points go correctly/how i envisioned

Cooking up some fun things for @/divinit3a's Cafe prompts, so expect to see those throughout the rest of the month :)

Okay that's all for now, goodbye!

Tag list for the usuals :D

@scarletcowboy @beemyhuneybee @fishm0ther @deviouscrackers @elsajoyagent8 @luckyyyduckyyy @zenkaiankoku @jogimote @local-shrub @milosmantis @robinette-green @everlightreader @sinister-sincerely @starredeclipse @dangerva @juukai @crystalmagpie447 @mothgutz236 @lizyxml @divinit3a @amarynthian-chronicles @crystalfay

[his-tamine]

SPIDER'S ATTEMPTING HIS VERY FIRST COMMS!!!! RAAAA!!!!! (I’m legit sooo fucking nervous - everyone point & laugh /lh)

Info below ↓ (looks like way more than it is)

- As I said, this is my first time doing commissions, so thank you in advance for your patience with me. Contact me via email (coyotespicer@gmail.com), Tumblr DMs, or Discord (eldritchwhore_) - whichever you’re most comfy with - if you’re interested! I'm also open to using other social media(s) you prefer, just let me know what. :]

I WILL draw:

NSFW (only of 18+ characters)

SFW (characters of all ages)

Fan art

Gore/Injury

Ship Art

etc. (just lmk)

I WON'T draw:

The obvious (anything hateful or illegal)

Furry (genuine skill issue on my part)

Mecha (again: skill issue)

Realism

ETC.

you can always request to see my progress, but I will show you when I am halfway finished, either way, incase you want to make any changes.

$ up front - it won't be spent until after completion.

Payments via Paypal, Cash App, or Venmo.

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MORE INFORMATION:

If you do decide to commission me, first of all, thank you sooo much in advance! And Please keep in mind, that there is a vanilla family member currently holding and running all of the financial service apps (Paypal, Venmo, Cash App.) They do know that I draw adult content, but they do not know the specifics of what kinds of adult content (& I'd love to keep it that way lol.) So if you do decide to leave a note with your payment, please, please, PLEASE, make sure that the note is appropriate, otherwise blank is also completely fine. Have mercy on my soul, basically. If you are getting some NSFW artwork and wanna talk specifics, please do so with the email provided above (& again right here: coyotespicer@gmail.com), Tumblr DMs, Discord, etc. so that you know you are talking to me.

Also, if you contact me & don't get a response right away, my timezone is EST (I could be asleep,) and my life's been a little stressful lately to say the least. But I promise that I will get back to you ASAP. Furthermore, if there are any delays during the process of actually making your commission, I will immediately reach out to you and keep you in the loop. - major shoutouts to my homies, @indulgnc - for helping me figure everything out. He helped me with the base sheet, some common art terms that I somehow didn't know the meanings of, coming up with good prices, & basically walked me through the entire process. I would’ve been way too clueless and way too chicken shit to even attempt this without him.

and @dsnzfb - for allowing me to use a drawing I made of her ocs Cactus & Rose, as one of the examples above. I needed a good example of a colored bust-up, & dye’s color palette for her characters is so gorgeous. thank you guys for always being so supportive - y'all rock. I don't know if I can actually do anything to help dig myself & my family out of the hole we’re in with ocs, & kink art, but goddamn it, I will certainly try. -

[jokeringcutio]

Reader x Stepdad William Afton (Drabble)

AN: You got me there, ANON. All right, here's a very QUICK drabble for you, because I COULDN'T RESIST. MATURE THEMES/NO EXPLICIT SMUT. Just a happy family dinner (well....)

Also, I am overwhelmed with prompt requests and I love them, so do keep 'em coming. But if you want to help me out for reaching my goal to save up to commission a celebratory piece of artwork for this tumblr (as we've almost reached 1000 mutuals following this account :3 ) please feel free to donate me a little something on Ko-fi ♡ ︎.

based on this in my inbox: [ See Reaction to the post here x ]

The clink of silverware against porcelain punctuated the silence, a staccato rhythm that seemed to echo in the cavern of your chest. Across from you, William’s hands were steady as he cut into his steak, but there was something about the tightness in his jaw, the way his blue eyes didn't quite meet yours, that whispered secrets.

"Sweetheart," your mother's voice sliced through the tension like the knife in William's hand through meat, "it's time we talked about a paternity test."

Your heart stuttered in your chest, a wild, frantic thing eager to escape. You swallowed hard, the mashed potatoes on your tongue now tasting like ash.

"Whoever the father is... he deserves to know," she continued, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling beneath her words.

"Of course," you agreed, the word brittle on your lips. Your gaze flickered unintentionally to William, then quickly away, fearing what might be revealed in a single glance.

He cleared his throat, a sound that rumbled deep and low, a prelude to the storm you knew brewed within him.

"It's only fair," he said, but his voice was a masterclass in control, every syllable measured, every intonation practiced.

"You can ring up the boys... see if they're willing." She was all practicality, all motherly concern, not an inkling of suspicion clouding her features. If only she knew…

"Right," you breathed out, the lie sour and heavy in your mouth.

In your bedroom, Evan's chest rose and fell with the innocent trust of sleep. Unaware. Untouched by the deceit that hung thick in the air. The door ajar, otherwise he wouldn’t sleep if he didn’t hear that you were near. As if somehow, your tiny son was aware that he had been born in a house full of dark secrets and possible danger.

Your fingers curled around your glass, the cool surface grounding you. Water, while your parents were drinking wine. Wasn’t your mom still trying for a baby? Had she finally given up now that she saw how it was to be between diapers and the soreness of giving milk?

William's gaze flitted toward the open door where your son lay oblivious to the grown-up games played at his expense.

"Will do it tomorrow," you promised, your voice a whisper of determination laced with dread.

"Good girl," your mother smiled, contentment lighting up her face. But in William's eyes, the reflection of a different kind of pride—a dark, devouring satisfaction—flickered and then died.

You pushed your plate away, appetite lost. While inside your thoughts careened like a runaway train, you tried to remain your compose. Look and act normal. But what would happen when the truth came out? What would happen when the masks fell away?

What would William do?

Because in all honesty, it wasn’t your mom and her feelings you were worried about the most any longer. She had proven time after time again to be there for you, no matter what lies had been told about you. Her two-goody-shoes daughter, suddenly a wild partying animal who had gone and get laid whilst drunk – even if she bought it she faithfully helped take care of you and your newborn son. She was so – so darn sweet! Like an angel sent from the blessed sky. If she’d forgiven you this, then you wouldn’t doubt she would forgive you the truth.

But…

Could you bear her disappointment? Right now? Could you see her so crestfallen and betrayed? Did you want to break that dam and wait whilst pain raked through you both – a pain that only time could mend?

Beside you, William scraped his throat, his thick fingers scraping past your thigh underneath the table. The horny beast. Even now he couldn’t stop touching you.

Shouldn’t he be working on one of his new robot animals? Like that yellow bunny suit he was making to resemble your favorite plushie? With the only difference that it was ten times bigger and build for him to wear?

You tried not to glance at your stepfather, not even when his fingers reassuringly squeezed your already bruised thigh. You gritted your teeth at the soreness – thanks to his latest bout of fucking, of course. The man took his chances whenever he could.

No, the real problem here was your stepfather. William was a tall, strong and dangerous man. His mind worked in ways that only left you guessing. And you had no doubt that he had hurt others in the past before to get exactly what he wanted.

If you wanted to play this game, you had to play it right.

Silently, you vowed to protect Evan from the shadows that lurked behind William's aviator glasses, from the manipulations that twisted beneath his agreeable facade. You would stand between your son and the man who wore danger like a second skin.

"Let's finish up here," your mother suggested, unaware of the battle lines being drawn right before her eyes.

"Indeed," William agreed, and his smile was a predator's grin, hidden in plain sight.

The baby slept on, his dreams untainted by the turmoil that swirled just beyond his reach.

[hystixia]

-> WRITING COMMISSIONS <-

-> if you’re interested in supporting me in any way please read below for details and prices. reblogs are appreciated and any type of help or support are appreciated as well.

i never thought i’d have to do this but my living situation has gotten increasingly worse and i am facing being potentially homeless sooner rather than later. i don’t have a job due to no sort of transportation and any money i had originally saved up has been pocketed by my parents and i am unable to get back nor am i even allowed to touch the money i did rightfully earn. so i am reaching out in this way to make some sort of money to get by and survive at this point. any type of help is greatly appreciated and i thank you for even reading this at all. it means a lot :,)

-> PAYMENT METHODS <-

my cashapp is $hystixia

my paypal is @hystixia

cashapp & paypal are the only ways of sending payment at the moment. these are the only options for commissioning for now.

-> COMMISSION DETAILS <-

commissions will always be open. there are no slots or deadlines to meet to get a commission. feel free to get one whenever and if u want to!! if you’re interested in commissioning please read the details below and dm me!! dms are always open for any questions during the process as well so don’t be scared to ask abt anything to do with your commission! :)

will do: nsfw, sfw, dark content, long fics/oneshots, chapters ( for more info check below ) + potentially more. can be discussed in dms!!

$10 for 1k words, $20 for 2k words, etc. every thousand words is $10 basically. if it goes over the commissioned amount (example: you pay for 2k but it’s nearly 3k by the end of it) you will not be charged extra.

if you would like to see chapters for rampage come out sooner you can also send tips ranging from $5 or more to help out in small ways and also get more chapters way quicker!

payment is sent after discussing details and specifics + a rough short draft/snippet is shown to confirm that you’re satisfied with what you will receive in full. commissions may take anytime between a day to a couple weeks. like i mentioned before i’m struggling terribly right now and so its even harder to find time to write but i promise i will get any and all commissions out as as i possibly am able to!!

your commission will be posted on my tumblr & ao3 & quotev once finished. i own all rights to my works and do not allow nor consent to my works — commissioned or not — being reposted on any platform, copied, stolen or any other form of plagiarism. ur identity will remain anonymous when ur commission is published unless you want your identity to be public (example: “this was commissioned by hystixia!”)

if you commission anything that falls under suggestive content, nsfw or dark content you will have to send photo proof of your age via id. you can block out all information besides your birthdate. that’s all that i need to see to verify that you are a legal adult. if you cannot provide proof of being an adult then i will refuse to accept your commission.

once payment has been made and i have started working on your commission, there will be no refunds allowed. so please be positive you want to commission something and you’re happy with the draft i offer before paying.

i’m sure i’m probably missing some things as i’ve never had to do this and i’m sure this is terribly formatted and set up so i do apologize for the sloppy format :,) i do however appreciate all of you for all the support you’ve given me thus far and i am sorry for coming to u all in such a way. i never thought i’d be in this position but here we are. if you’ve read this far i thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking time to read through all of this. any type of help is appreciated whether its thru commissions, tips, reblogs or anything of the sort. i appreciate every single one of you for all you’ve given me :,) you truly have no idea the impact u’ve all left on my life since i first started writing fics on tumblr. i hope u all have a wonderful day/night wherever you are <3

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Writer In Need! - Writing & Art Commissions Available, Please Read The Whole Post And Vote To Help Me!

My mom has been admitted into the hospital today.

Hey guys, serious post so please treat it as such but genuinely I need commissions. I'm currently at the hospital with my mom and I won't bore any of you anymore with the many issues I have but commissions would be both helpful on her to help pay for things that's are more low priority while bigger money is dealt for bigger things. Nonetheless my point is commissions are open. I'll draw but pieces take longer but I am happy to do Hazbin Hotel, Demon Slayer, and various OCS no matter where they're from so please just ask me.

Hazbin is my biggest fandom right now so I prefer working in that fandom but I can hear others out. I'm a part of quite a few.

Though I can draw I do prefer more writing commissions over other things so please ask for those. At the top of my page it mentions what I will and won't do so please refer to it but I'll write cc x cc, OC x cc, OC x OC, angst, smut, fluff, 3k, 6k, 10k words... Just please look at my account and read everything before commissioning ANYTHING.

I will only take payment as Cash app, Chime, and/or Venmo but I'd really just like to have the money for peace of mind. Don't pm me with offers of other things... 'sugar daddy' looking for a baby desperate for help? Please stay away from me. I ONLY want genuine commissioners and if you choose to be one I will talk to you fully about your commission to make sure I get all the right info and actually start your story if you send full/half pay.

It's just... I'm going through so much. I hate having to ask the Internet for help because sometimes people don't listen and offer times they don't care but bless any soul out there who reads this and bless your life if you decide to actually commission me in this time of need.

I'm putting a poll for interaction to hopefully actually get commissioners. I usually beg people who aren't serious to not vote but sometimes people enjoy getting others hopes up so I know most likely it'll still occur but I have to try. I think maybe months ago I made a goal to see if I could reach 400 dollars just from commissions. It'll take work but work that I will and have to accept.

Here's some pictures of me currently at the hospital because I know people don't really listen to these things when they don't trust them and that's smart and completely fair.

I have videos as well but here's just a couple. Once again I'm looking for serious commissions. Want a 4k, 5k, 8k(?!) story of your OC smashing Lucifer I'll do it just please give me your money. I'm desperate and my mentally is trying to keep stable so please gods and goddesses let people see and be serious about this post like I'm begging for them to be.

Here's the poll

Please don't vote if you aren't going to do one of these two things. I'm in genuine need of help again and I'm hoping this works this time because it hasn't in a while now.. I have many examples of writing on this account though I'm aware I need to make another master list..

I'm also more than happy to write and/do art for:

Obey Me

The Arcana

Stardew Valley

Harvest Town

Dislyte (specifically writing since I haven't practiced my art style with them)

Demon Slayer

Tokyo Revengers

Possibly more...

If you've voted or you're a commissioner looking to give me work, thank you. I'm happy you're here and hopefully.. you enjoy your stay here while you have it. Honestly if I don't get commissions after this post I just honestly don't know what I can do.

[junktastic]

Hi everynyan,

Some of you will remember that I was taking names/addresses to send out free stickers in September. I am almost done sending them out now, so here's a quick update on that.

The Good!

I like this a lot! It's fun to do. For reference, I'm printing, laminating, and cutting these myself at home, so I'm learning a lot about my machine. I like being in charge of the quality control, I like doing the logistic work. Idk. It's fulfilling to me.

It's also really delightful to see names on the list who I've known of for a long time. Old and new faces, people all over the world, I love seeing people adopt a catgirl. :3 And for free! I'm by no means making a lot, but being able to provide something fun and physical to the people who enjoy my art for free is just! Wow!

The Bad!

Everything that could have gone wrong during this process did, which is why they're going out so late. The at-home manufacturing process was relatively simple but the materials kept being funky, or I'd do something wrong, so I'd have to toss something that I'd completely fucked up, OR I'd just miscount how much stuff material I had left. It's been a pain in the butt, so I'm glad it's done and that I've learned so much from it. I ALMOST FORGOT, I DESTROYED ONE CUTTING MAT MAKING THAT ROGER STANDEE FOR MY WEDDING LOL SO I HAD TO SPEND TIME CONDITIONING THE NEW CUTTING MAT! UGH!

There's also: the money. I know it's gauche to talk about it, but doing this was pretty expensive. I live in Canada now, and most of the letters were going out of Canada, so that postage added up. Materials cost, time, it's a pretty good chunk of change, but I didn't go broke so I want to do it again.

The Other?

I definitely want (and plan) to do this again very soon. I'm talking within this month. I'm making Christmas cards! I've already set money aside for this so it's all good, and it involves less at-home manufacturing since I can just reach out to a local print shop.

I know some people were wary of the google form, but I can't really find a better alternative at this time. MailChimp has had at least one major information leak in 2024 alone, so I am not sure where else to turn for collecting addresses at this time. I had a few people who did not give me towns/zip codes, and the street address would have three or four towns in that state alone with that address. Since I didn't collect e-mail addresses, I didn't have any way to reach out to entrants about this. If you don't see your sticker in the next few weeks, this might be why! I also plan on adding a checkbox just to confirm that the person requesting the sticker is over 18, NOT because I plan on sending anything saucy, but I know what it's like to be a teen with parents who open you mail, an I don't want to cause problems for anyone because Mom and Dad think fairies are satanic or something.

Most people I've talked to about all of this have really emphasized that I need to reopen my Patreon. I'm not saying anybody is wrong on this, but it just makes me feel so uncomfortable. I think anyone who's followed me for a while has seen me try and fail to do art full time or, hell, even have a schedule for something, and I've failed every time. I'm so scared of failing people again. How can I ensure that I'm producing things on time, to a standard I am happy with, that anyone willing to support me (in this economy?) would also be happy with? It will probably happen, but I'm just so... Plus, with all honesty, I have a commission backlog that I need to finish first! I'm bad at the business part of this whole thing, I think. I'm a blue-collar labourer in my heart.

That's my update! I wish you all well, please stay safe and take care of yourself and those around you. I'll post again when I'm collecting addresses for the Christmas cards.

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Commissions Are Open

Hello Percy Jackson Fandom!!

So, I recently got royally screwed over by my last job and lost a lot of money I'd been saving in the hopes of seeing my mom in San Francisco when she comes over from our home country and am trying to find ways to earn a little cash on the side.

Given my gift, I'm hoping this reaches the right people and you guys can help out a bit.

Here is my masterlist if you wanna check out my other works

What I write:

Claiming Letter - $6 (500 words)

What if; when Percy used his wish to force the gods to claim their children, he included they needed to write a letter to their child.

With your name and pronoun/gender, your godly parent will write a letter claiming you as their own and warning you of how your life is about to change. (All Gods)

Comfort Letter - $5 (500 words)

Written as a pick-me-up/comfort letter from the character of your choosing. Great for a bad day or gift for a friend who's having a tough time

Personalized Comfort Letter - $7 (500 words)

Comfort Letter written by the character of your choosing addressed to you covering any topic of your choosing

(here is an example I did for a friend)

Drabble (500 words) - $5

Short story (1000 words) - $10

Full fic (1500 words) - $15

Full fic (1500 words) - $15

Long fic (2000/2500 words) - $20/$25

I also love rewriting scenes from movies and TV shows and adding in my own lines/lines for my characters to add, if you've ever wished you or your oc could have been present in a scene I will rewrite it and add your chosen dialogue. Price will depend on word count.

Characters:

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Nico Di Angelo

Will Solace

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez

Piper McClean

Hazel Levesque

Frank Zang

Chiron

Will write:

SFW

NSFW

Hurt, comfort

Hurt, no Comfort

Fluff

x reader

Oc x character

Oc x Oc

Oc x reader

Won't write:

Rape or rape fantasy

Hate speech - character cannot say anything racist, homophobic or transphobic.

Editing and proofreading (beta reader)

If you need help with editing or re-checking your fic, I'm your girl

500 words - $2.50

1000 words - $5

1500 words - $7.50

2000 words - $10

Please DM if you'd like anything or have any questions

Thank you!

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Sevika x Prosthetist!Reader

Hiiiii this is my first time writing fanfic, like, ever. No time to start like the present, yeah? The rough ideas I have for this kind of get a little dark eventually so if that’s not your thing, please don’t read! I’m not sure how long I’ll keep adding to this, so I’ll be adding trigger warnings as I go along.

It's not really really enemies to lovers so much as it is begrudging allies to lovers. (which is way hotter imo)

I couldn’t decide where I wanted to set this in the timeline, so for now that’s completely up to you. I’ve just started season 2, so a lot of the time I am just making lore up to suit the drama. I am but a simple wuh luh wuh, I see a pretty woman, I start fantasizing about a life together, and then the storyline spins out of control.

No trigger warnings for this chapter!

You’d been working in the Undercity for several years now as a prosthetist. With the everpresent violence on the city’s streets, there was always a flow of new and returning customers. It wasn’t that your work was bad. Quite the opposite, actually. You’d gained a reputation as one of Zaun’s most reliable technicians. The constant fighting meant that your work was always getting damaged, much to your dismay.

You were proud of your work and the small amount of good it did helping your people. It’d taken a while, but after enough commissions, you’d finally managed to scrounge up enough to get off the streets and rent out your own shop. The place was small, and less than ideal, but it was yours.  

The door to your shop slams open and you’re greeted with your most habitual masterpiece-destroying client. Sevika. She looks like she’s just gotten the shit beaten out of her. She’s panting heavily, dried blood coming from somewhere you can’t see, and her arm, your work, is bashed and broken off in several places. Sevika drags herself through the entryway and slumps onto the tattered waiting couch. She leans her head back and groans.

“Gods, what did you do?” You throw your gloves and goggles onto your workbench and stalk over to her. Your hands gingerly hover over the mangled metal, grimacing. 

When you get close, she glares at you, “Don’t ask stupid questions. Fix it.” You raise your eyebrows, unimpressed.

“It’s my business if you’re going to keep trashing my work every other week.”

She rolls her eyes at your comment. “Not my fault you can’t make something that lasts me more than a month.” You ignore her and unceremoniously unclip the prosthetic from her shoulder. With intense effort, you heave it onto your workbench. 

“Ugh, I’m basically starting from scratch here.” 

Sevika watches silently as she reaches under your couch for the first aid kit. You kept it there for moments like these. She’d been in and out of your shop bleeding and bandaged so often, it’s a wonder you hadn’t started charging her for your drained medical supplies. She winces as she cleans her injuries.

“I take it, this'll take more than a day?” She questions.

You hum noncommittally, not glancing up from your workbench. After poking and prying, you deem the prosthetic a lost cause. “Could pull an all nighter…” you mutter, already fully engaging in the repair work. You quickly turn to your supply shelf, haphazardly organized, and balance on a step ladder to reach for equipment.

Sevika finishes wrapping herself up and stuffs the kit back under the couch. She relaxes minutely into the dirty cushions and turns her head to you. Sevika’s eyes follow you as you reach for supplies, eyes skirting over the small of your waist where the hem of your shirt lifts.

 “Need a hand, little one?” Sevika teases. You roll your eyes but choose not to rise to her bait. 

“I… got it.” You stretch to pull down a box of parts and carefully balance your way down the ladder. You turn the box upside down, dumping the contents next to your broken masterpiece. 

You sigh looking at the inventory.

“I’m… going to need another vial and tubing system for this piece here,” you tap at a part of the arm. “I put my last ones in here.”

Sevika grunts as she stands, making her way to you. As you mutter to yourself, she reaches across the table and grabs one of the pieces scattered on your workbench, examining it. “Yeah, you’re always needing more stuff.”

You snatch the part out of her hand and shove it into the box. “Fuck off, Sev, I’m serious. I can’t get Shimmer in this arm without that equipment. I’m not exactly bursting with extra supplies.” With a huff you begin scooping unnecessary metal and scraps back into the box.

“You can’t keep just destroying these whenever you feel like it.” You lift the box and walk over to your shelf, placing the box on a lower rung. When you turn back around, Sevika steps in your way, crowding into your space. She leans down and glares at you.

“It wouldn’t break if you actually made it to handle some damn combat.”

You match her glare, not backing down from her intimidation tactic.

“There’s no one in this god damn city who can make a better piece than me. You’re lucky I keep serving you. I should call it quits.” You shove past her to move to your workbench, but she grabs your arm and spins you back to her. Her nostrils flare in annoyance.

“And what? You stop serving me. What are you going to do then, hm? Find someone else to put up with your bullshit?” There’s a tense moment between the two of you, heavy breathing and glares. Neither backing down. After an awkward amount of time, Sevika releases your arm, and you yank it away from her in a huff. You return back to the prosthetic and begin taking it apart. 

Your conversations always ended like this, always some fight. It felt like she was trying to rile you up. And the worst part? She was great at it. Your only non-client friend, the woman who owned the fish market/coffee shop down the street, said the two of you were a match made in hell. Perfectly able to annoy the other.

You glance back over at Sevika, and she’s slouching against your table, smoking. Exactly how you told her not to in your shop. When did she even light it?

“You’re not my only client Sevika,” you break the silence. She doesn’t react other than huffing out more smoke, so you continue. “Every other day some poor sap comes in needing a new joint, or a new upgrade. You’re the only one I have to keep reworking.” It’s not a peace offering, but it’s an answer. Why don’t you make her arm more durable? You’ve never faced a challenge you couldn’t fix, but it just felt like she was going out and trashing your work on purpose. Trying to prove that you weren’t as capable as you knew you were.

Sevika pulls the cigar out of her mouth and grins. “Oh? You have other clients? I thought I was special.” It takes you a moment to realize that she’s teasing you. Actually trying to joke. You weren’t sure she was even capable, but here she is. It’s not a peace offering, but it’s her way of backing off. You take it.

“Sorry to break your heart, babe.” You grin at her, continuing your work.

A low grumble leaves Sevika at your comment. “You’re insufferable.” She hides a smile by lifting the cigar back to her lips.

You smile and tilt your head. “I try.”

“Watch your mouth. I know other ways to shut it.” Another glance to her face shows that she isn’t trying to intimidate you this time. Joking, she’s still joking. It’s a weird new thing for you, and like all things in your tentative peace, you see how far you can push it.

You roll your eyes. “Do you plan to keep thirsting over me or are you going to let me fix the damn arm.” Her eyes widen at your statement and she coughs from inhaling more than she originally planned to.

“Fine, get to work then.” She stalks back over to the couch, and you smile. One small victory for you.

You continue working, sketching up a new design around what you have in stock. Eventually, you lift up from your bench, and stretch. Sevika startles slightly, cigarette long-since put out.

“I’m going to need to make a trip down town for those parts. You coming with or do you plan to just crash in my shop like a bum?”

Sevika leans forward on the couch and rests her elbows on her thighs. She hums at your question as her eyes follow you.

“Depends. What do I get if I come with?”

Interesting. Every other time you've begged her to come with, Sevika has shut you down, saying she had 'more important things to do than babysit you'.

You shrug and tilt your head. “Assurance that the only person in Zaun who can fix your arm will come back on time and in one piece?” 

“You incapable without me around?” 

Ah, that was her play. Another jab at your capabilities. “Are you coming or not?”

She doesn’t answer, just smirks before rising from the couch and moving towards the door to your shop. You watch her for a moment before she turns around and raises her eyebrows at you.

“Well? C’mon, let’s go.”

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i’m only doing these simple animal/anthro lil guys right now (am i allowed to call these furry?), as they’re uncomplicated enough for me to make without adding too much stress to my life, can get them done relatively quick, and they’re super fun to draw. i more or less favor a medieval fantasy kind of aesthetic, but if you’re thinking of a different vibe, we can absolutely talk about it!

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Day 6 sees a return of my very first AU! Alfred's Appreciation Party now has a chapter two: That's Mine

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Marinette collapsed onto her chaise longue and breathed a large sigh of relief. Her exams were finished and she had a glorious Christmas break to enjoy. She had completed all of her Christmas commissions and made all of the gifts for her friends and family.

“Girl, I hope you're ready to get your party on!” Alya called out, bursting into Marinette's room. When she didn't get a response, she dropped onto the end of the chaise longue. “Come on, Mari, everyone's going to this party and we deserve to let loose.”

“I just want to sleep,” she grumbled. She perked up when her phone lit up, a message from Damian coming through. Typing back enthusiastically, Marinette didn't notice Alya creeping up and reading her screen.

“Oh, is that your American beau?” The reporter asked, eyes glinting behind her glasses. “He's planning on visiting? That's perfect! When does he land?”

“He said he'll be ready to spend time with me tomorrow,” Marinette said with a warning in her voice. Alya harrumphed and pouted at the other girl. “Als, we've literally only seen each other in person one other time, don't you think it's important for us to get some time alone so that we can make sure we still mesh?”

“Fine, but if he's not getting here until tomorrow, that means you're free to come to the party tonight!” Alya looked far too pleased with herself and Marinette groaned goodnaturedly. “Girl, we are getting our best dance clothes out and giving all our friends heart attacks with how good we look.”

_ _ _

Damian threw his suitcase onto the bed of his hotel room and turned around to leave immediately. His room was part of a suite with three other bedrooms as Dick, Jason and Steph had all come along to Paris with him. 

“Where's the fire?” Steph said as she lounged on a sofa in the living area of the suite. “Don't you wanna relax a little before you see Marinette, tomorrow?”

“Tt, it is none of your business what I plan to do with my evening,” Damian retorted, checking his hair in a mirror and straightening his outfit. He had selected a dark green shirt and was wearing his most comfortable jeans. It was smart whilst not being too stiff and he was determined to make a proper acquaintance with Marinette's parents.

“Oh, I see, you've got a date and you don't want us to crash it? Too bad because, as the youngest son of a billionaire we have to be careful. Which means no solo excursions. So sad,” she said mockingly, stretching as she smirked at him. 

“I am an adult, I will not be treated like a child,” he sneered back at her, but was stopped from leaving by Dick, who frowned at him disappointedly. “Grayson, move aside so that I may exit the hotel.”

“Steph's got a point, baby bird. We're in a different country and you have a pretty famous face. If you really can't wait until tomorrow to see her, I'll walk you over to the bakery myself, okay?”

“Tt, I suppose you are the least offensive of my options,” Damian admitted begrudgingly. He probably would have argued further but it would delay his reunion with Marinette so he let it slide. 

By the time they reached the bakery, the evening had plunged into darkness. He knew that the Dupain-Chengs were staying open later in the days leading up to Christmas as it was one of their busiest times of year, so he merely entered and joined the queue of people.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” The woman, who had to be Marinette's mother, asked politely before looking up at him. But before he could respond, she gasped and a more genuine smile broke over her face. “Mon dieu, you are Damian, correct? Oh, Marinette is going to be beside herself when she finds out you have arrived early! Oh, but she's gone out this evening, I'm afraid!”

“I…had not anticipated her being busy,” Damian said, blushing lightly. He was even more embarrassed because Dick was still present, not wanting to leave until he was sure Damian was safely tucked away for the evening. “At what time are you expecting her return?”

“Oh, not until tomorrow at the earliest,” Sabine said, giving him an apologetic smile. “Her friend, Alya, insisted that they go to a party at a local under-eighteens club. It's very popular and goes quite late, so she planned to stay at Alya's place tonight.”

Damian thanked the woman for her time and ordered a dozen pastries at her recommendation. But he scowled the entire way back to the hotel and snarled at Steph when she made a cutting remark about being sent away so soon.

“His princess is in another castle, unfortunately,” Dick said sadly. He launched into a quick explanation of the situation and Damian did not like the look that passed between Steph and Jason.

“To the club!”

_ _ _

When Damian finally got past the ridiculous queue outside of the club he was assaulted by the noise and strobe lights. He could hardly step into the building for the writhing bodies, presumably dancing to said noise.

Given that Jason had forced his presence at the event, Damian allowed himself to be privately grateful that the large man helped to part the crowd. He scanned the outer edges of the room, looking for Marinette, but did not find her. 

It was Steph who found her, dancing with one of her friends. Damian was frozen when he caught sight of her; her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, the tip of which swayed hypnotically as she moved in time to the music. In the next moment he catalogued what she was wearing and felt heat blaze up his neck and across his face.

She was clearly dressed to move, a pair of simple black flats on her quick moving feet. His eyes swept slowly up from there, taking in her bare legs until the skirt of her dress obscured the view. The dress was both simple and flattering, a camisole bodice matched with a skirt that flared pleasingly. It was black but clearly had glitter imbued in the fabric somehow because it shimmered in the lights.

He could hear Jason and Steph laughing at him but he didn't care. She was a vision, and he had been fortunate that he had arrived early so that he could see her. When the song ended, she fanned her damp face and leaned in to tell her friend something, and then slipped away towards the bar.

People seemed to part for her, in spite of her slight build and Damian felt jealousy building at the heads that turned her way as she passed by. Squaring his shoulders, he began moving across the room, taking a more roundabout route so that she would not see him coming.

It took extra time, but he was gratified to see that she was facing away from him as he approached. His self congratulation was cut short when he saw a young man invading her personal space. He was leering down at her, and Damian held in a snarl as she folded her arms across herself in discomfort.

He didn't bother listening to whatever the cretin was saying, instead stalking up behind her and slamming a hand onto the bar and making them both jump. He snaked an arm around her waist and met the other man's glare with one of his own. He leaned in close to the intruder and growled in his Robin voice.

“That's mine,” he snarled, refusing to break eye contact until the man backed away and beat a hasty retreat. He watched to make sure he wouldn't have to deal with him again before turning his attention to the gorgeous creature in his arms. 

“Damian?” She squealed, turning to look up at him but not breaking his hold on her. He was pleased when she threw her arms around his neck and let her pull him down into a kiss. It was shorter than he would have liked but she pulled away with a huge grin. “You're here early! Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

“It pales in comparison to my own joy,” he assured her, speaking the words in her ear for only her. She giggled before kissing him again, fingers threading into his hair and angling his head to deepen it.

They probably would have remained like that indefinitely if his annoying siblings hadn't felt the need to interrupt. The kiss broke when Jason cuffed him on the shoulder hard enough to knock him sideways, making an obnoxious comment about public indecency.

After that, Marinette was swept up in hugs from the others and Damian had to bite back the disappointment that they were not alone. Before too long, they were approached by several other people of around his age, all of whom apparently knew Marinette.

“Shall we get out of here?” Marinette shouted up to him, a smile on her face and a literal bounce in her step. He nodded, smiling back at her, and followed her toward the exit. His hand was clasped in her smaller one and he felt like it was the only thing that really mattered. 

Much to his annoyance, his family and a few others followed them out and began talking about getting something to eat. They ended up trekking to a 24-hour restaurant and getting two booth tables next to each other. Damian sat in a corner of a booth so that he was facing towards the other one, Marinette tucked into his side.

“I can't believe you got here early, you're so sneaky!” She giggled, playing with his hands. Had it been anyone else, he would have been annoyed by her constant movement and touching. But as it was Marinette he understood because he wanted to keep touching her to reassure himself that it was real. “How did you even find us?”

“Your mother let me know that you were out for the evening, but Todd and Brown are the ones who located the club she mentioned. I had hoped for a more private reunion, but it appears I was not destined to get my wishes.”

“Speaking of, it's nice to meet you, Mari’s boy,” the brunette with red hair tips and glasses said. “I'm Alya, this is Nino,” she jerked a thumb at the dark skinned boy sitting next to her, “Adrien,” the thumb moved to the blond sitting behind her, “that's Chloé,” she changed to a forefinger, pointing to the blonde seated next to the previous one, “and Kagami.”

The final girl with black hair cut in a severe bob dipped her chin at him before lacing her fingers with Chloé's. 

“I am Damian, this is my eldest brother, Richard, Stephanie, a family acquaintance and that behemoth is Jason, though you may call him whatever you choose. The more derogatory, the better to be frank,” he said pointing at the three in turn.

“Call me Dick! It's so nice to meet you all,” Dick chirped excitedly, grinning at the young adults around him. They all smiled at him, those sitting with him offering their hands to shake.

“So, Damian, what are your intentions with our Marinette?” Alya asked abruptly, making said girl splutter and blush, though Jason howled and slammed a hand down on the table. He and Dick were taking up an entire side of the other booth and Damian shot them a glare.

“Was it ambiguous? I intend to date her,” he said flatly, ignoring Steph who cooed at them. Marinette shot him a pleased grin, however, so he relaxed slightly.

“Isn't that going to be kind of tricky, what with you living in America?” Alya shot back, eyes narrowing. “She deserves better than someone wishy washy, or someone who isn't serious about a relationship.”

“Alya,” Marinette hissed, dropping Damian's hand and leaning forward to glare at the young woman. “Please don't embarrass me and Damian in front of his family.”

“It's not embarrassing, Marinette,” Alya said sassily, rolling her eyes. “If he's serious about dating you, I'm sure he won't mind a few questions.”

Jason snorted and Dick smacked him, not wanting Damian's temper to explode. But Damian understood Alya's desire to only have the best for Marinette, and sought to soothe her concerns.

“I would not have come to Paris if I were not serious in my pursuit. Marinette is a wonder, and I do not intend for the distance to prevent my courting of her,” he stated, resting his hand on her hip and squeezing.

An awed silence followed this statement and it looked like Dick had to physically restrain Jason from applauding.

“Perhaps someone can explain to me why you look familiar, Damian,” Kagami said at last, turning in her seat to scrutinise him. “I feel as though we have been acquainted previously, but cannot place why.”

“Tt, it will be because we have competed in international tournaments prior to this,” Damian clipped out, eyes shifting away.

“Ah, of course, three years ago, number fourteen, Damian Wayne of Gotham. You were a worthy opponent and I would not mind testing my blade against you once more, but you have not participated in international competitions in some time.”

“Hold on, did you say Wayne, Gami?” Chloé tried to keep her voice level before turning in her seat to stare at Damian. “I don't know whether I should be offended that you're not using Le Grand Paris during your visit.”

“Oh, we are, we're just using Steph's name so that we can relax more,” Dick said cheerily. “We always do it when we're not traveling for business, it makes things a lot easier if the press doesn't catch wind.”

“Want to fill the rest of us in, Chlo?” Alya said drily, eyeing the visitors with interest. “I'm guessing you're famous in Gotham, but why would Chloé take it personally that you weren't staying at the hotel?”

Adrien gave Marinette an apologetic look before speaking. “Not just Gotham, Alya. You're looking at some of the children of Bruce Wayne, billionaire and co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Honestly, I should have recognised them too, Felix has had enough meetings with their other CEO that I should've recognised Dick at least.”

“You collected another rich kid, that's so funny, dudette,” Nino chortled, tapping his fingers on the table. “What is it about you that rich people find so fascinating, and can it be copied? I wouldn't mind being surrounded.”

“What, I'm not enough for you, bro?” Adrien said, sounding hurt. 

“Dude, my guy, you are the best friend ever and I wouldn't trade you, but there's a difference between having one very good friend that has money and becoming family to a rockstar, the romantic interest of at least three nepo-babies and managing to find one of the meanest people in the world and turning him into putty,” Nino deadpanned, looking at Marinette with a mix of exasperation and fondness.

“Damian's not mean,” Marinette said immediately and with no small amount of hurt in her voice. Jason barked out a laugh and Marinette turned her disappointed eyes on him. “That's not very nice, Jason! Damian is wonderful, creative and thoughtful, and nothing you say will convince me otherwise.”

“Oh jeez, is this how you felt when I called you a ‘very good friend’, Mari? I'm so sorry,” Adrien said jokingly. “I thought we were besties, Nino? Do I really mean so little to you?”

“Why would he apologise for calling you a good friend?” Damian asked, eyes narrowing at the blond. Marinette slumped in her seat, face buried in her hands as Alya and Chloé began to giggle.

“It isn't important anymore,” she groaned, blushing to the roots of her hair. Damian raised an eyebrow at those around him, torn between pressing the matter to satisfy his curiosity and giving her the privacy she obviously wanted. 

“He'll find out eventually, girl,” Alya said between giggles. When Marinette merely groaned again, she seemed to take that as permission to proceed. “I'm going to preface this by saying that they are, in fact, only good friends now, but Mari used to have a crazy crush on Adrien here. And Captain Oblivious here had no idea, went around telling everyone what amazing friends they were.”

“Ah, unrequited love,” Jason said dramatically. “The heart was made to be broken, as they say. I'd like to say you found a good one eventually, but since you're dating Demon Spawn…”

“Oh, it wasn't unrequited,” Chloé said airily. “Adrien was just dense in the extreme. You should have seen the party these idiots threw when they started dating. It was ridiculous.”

“Utterly ridiculous,” every other Parisian chorused before bursting out in laughter. The Gothamites merely looked at each other confused until Chloé stomped a foot and muttered darkly. 

“Now that you've thoroughly embarrassed me and dragged out my dating history, can we move on?” Marinette complained, avoiding looking at Damian.

“Hun, we've barely touched on your twisted dating history,” Alya said, making the Gothamites look at her questioningly. “Luka Couffaine, anyone?”

“Why is that name familiar?” Steph asked, trading puzzled looks with Dick. 

“He's an up and coming guitarist,” Marinette said, although she was blushing again. After a moment, Jason gasped and pointed at her accusingly.

“Luka Couffaine as in headlined with Jagged Stone earlier this year, Luka Couffaine? His son, Luka?” Jason was looking at her like she was insane. “You dated Jagged Stone's son, presumably dumped him, and he still treats you like a niece?”

“Why would Jagged treat her like a niece?” Adrien asked in bewilderment, and Marinette made a panicked face at Jason while making cutting motions across her neck. “She's not even all that close with Luka anymore.”

“Because she designs for him?” Dick said, completely oblivious to the very obvious ‘shut up’ cues Marinette was giving the group. 

The group went silent for all of a minute before Adrien whispered, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng…MDC…” and the tables erupted in shouting and expletives. Chloé was the one who finally got them to shut up.

“Oh my god, I can't believe that our good friend Marinette, the fashion designer, who won a Gabriel competition, was offered an internship with my mother, and designed for Jagged Stone the first time she met him, turned out to be his secretive fashion designer. Using her own initials as a pseudonym. Truly, she is a master of stealth.

“Can we talk about the actual surprising revelation that Damian Wayne, Gotham's Ice Prince and the latest rich sap to fall to Marinette's charm, did a dance video to the goddamn bread song?” Chloé demanded.

“Wait, you've seen the video?” Dick asked in a wounded voice. “Lil D, Mari's friends have seen it, why won't you let us?”

“Sending the video to Marinette was an unavoidable risk and I had no control over who she showed it to,” Damian said severely. “The only outcome of you viewing the video is mockery and I will not subject myself to that needlessly.”

“Damian, the video is adorable, how could anyone mock you for it?” Marinette chided, intertwining her fingers with his. He harrumphed and lifted their hands to kiss the back of hers. “But as long as you don't want them to see it, they won't get it from me.”

Damian smiled at her and ignored his family's protests.

[perfectlyoongi]

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

⠀⠀✷ before we get into the rules and all, i would like to say a few words.

⠀⠀✷ i decided to officially open my requests for a limited time as a thank you for all of your support and feedback. i hope i can provide you some smiles (or tears, no judging here) and that you can feel loved and warm inside because i always write with your soul in mind. my works are more than just words, and i hope you feel that way - i am hugging you with every word.

⠀⠀✷ now please read my rules and limits before requesting, thank you.

BEFORE REQUESTING 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

໒ ࣪˖˚ WHEN ⠀⠀⪩ requests will be open from oct.18 to oct.31. ⠀⠀⪩ i will let you know when the requests are open/closed. ⠀⠀⪩ once they're closed, please don't send any, thank you. ⠀⠀⪩ if you want to share a thought or a little scenario or so, you can always come to my inbox and have fun! i'm here to listen to you.

໒ ࣪˖˚ WHO ⠀⠀⪩ gn!reader always (except for nsfw - afab!reader). ⠀⠀⪩ bts, obviously, duh. ⠀⠀⪩ yoongi and jungkook are the ones i'm most comfortable with. ⠀⠀⪩ i will write for the other 5 !! it might take a little longer, that's all.

໒ ࣪˖˚ WHAT ⠀⠀⠀⪩ headcanons - 3 members, tops! (i will eventually write the same hdc for all). ⠀⠀⠀⪩ scenarios - only 1 member. ⠀⠀⠀⪩ if i think a request can become a multi-chapter, i will ask if i could do it as such. (you can ask anonymously, i will just reply to your ask). ໒ ࣪˖˚ CONTENT ⠀⠀⠀⪩ fluff & angst (we all know i'm the devil of angst). ⠀⠀⠀⪩ suggestive - mdni!! (i am still working on perfecting my smut). ⠀⠀⠀⪩ member x reader only (romantic or platonic). ⠀⠀⠀⪩ au's are more than welcomed!

໒ ࣪˖˚ WON'T ⠀⠀⪩ poly relationships, member x member. ⠀⠀⪩ explicit smut, (mentions of) rape, explicite sexual violence. ⠀⠀⪩ explicite mental health issues. ⠀⠀⪩ pedophilia, incest, age regression, you get the idea. ⠀⠀⪩ a/b/o or hybrid stuff. ⠀⠀⪩ any -dere (ex. yandere, tsundere). ⠀⠀⪩ very detailed requests (if you want me to write about you and the boys, you have to commission me. i work for the fandom and i want to reach out to as many people as i can).

REMEMBER 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

⠀⠀✷ i have the right to refuse any request and it may take me some time for me to write the others (remember that i am an adult with 2 jobs. i am not a machine).

⠀⠀✷ i will post updates on the requests and works on my main (@perfectlyoongi-main) as a way to have this blog organized. if you want to know if your request went through or if i started writing or how it's coming along, feel free to ask on that blog! i only accept requests through asks.

⠀⠀✷ i'm not going to write by order of requesting. i am a mood writer, so when i vibe with the request is when i will write it (and remember i have my own wips to work on).

⠀⠀✷ you can ask (almost) freely! ⠀⠀⠀⠀✷ you can request normally (member name, genre, idea, etc.) and you can also ask for a scenario based on one of my headcanons if you like (!BTS series - just specify which bullet point you would like to see as a scenario). ⠀⠀⠀⠀✷ if all you have is a pic, or a song, or anything else, just send it to me with the name of the member and i will do my best! (less is best in some cases!).

⠀⠀✷ any questions, you can ask away! my inbox is always open for you ♡

[invaive]

writing + editing comms for gaza 🕊️‼️

hello! i decided to make a separate post for this information. i am currently offering writing commissions in exchange for proof of donations to vetted fundraisers and/or relief organizations.

i am a published author and have had both poetry and fiction appear in multiple online magazines, which you can view here. i also have experience as a freelancer and have written commissioned works in the past.

you can get:

short stories (original or fanfiction!)

proofreading/editing!

poems about anything you want!

typewriter poems mailed to you!

probably literally anything else you ask for!

please check under the cut for guidelines, rules, and further information.

GENERAL GUIDELINES

must provide a screenshot, via ask or messages, with proof of donation. please make sure the date/time, amount, and name of the fundraiser is visible. donation date must be from within 24 hours of submission.

examples of acceptable screenshots:

currently i am focusing donation efforts on @/alaa-pales! please help her and her family; they are only ⅕ of the way to meeting their goal.

i will also accept proof of donation to any fundraiser on the OOB masterlist (please include line number!) or to the PCRF.

WRITING GUIDELINES

you will have the choice between prose (fiction or nonfiction) or poetry.

for every $10 (USD or equivalent) donated, you will receive 500 words of prose. ex. if you donate $50, you will receive 2,500 words.

for every $5, you will receive one short poem. if you donate more, you will have the choice to receive multiple short poems, or to combine the funds into longer poems. we can work that out in DMs!

i am extremely open as to the subject matter. i only ask that you do not request of me anything hateful/bigoted towards any group, and that you do not request anything purely pornographic. if you have questions, just ask!

you can find examples of my published works here and some of my other writing here. if you would like further examples, just let me know and i'd be happy to send you some.

PROOFREADING/EDITING GUIDELINES

for every $10, i will read 1000 words.

i can help with all levels of editing: developmental/substantive editing, line editing, copy editing, and proofreading. just me let know what you want our focus to be!

EXTRAS

if you choose a poem and would like it written on a typewriter and mailed to you, i would be happy to do so! minimum of a $10 donation for this. see examples below.

💚🤍🖤❤️ THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH ❤️🖤🤍💚

don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions!

TYPEWRITER POEM EXAMPLES:

(apologies for the low tumblr quality. they will be scanned at full resolution and i can email them to you + snail mail them to you if so so wish)

[mjonthetrack]

Certainly 1

“Lazuli, 36925,” the woman spoke into a

microphone using the reflection of the guard’s

shades to apply her gloss. The guard who up

until twenty five seconds ago had a fifty caliber

pointed at her head, lowered his gun and

nodded his head towards the elevator. Briefly

lowering her eyes she hummed,” You

disappoint me, you should always have a fully

loaded gun when a stranger arrives.” The man’s

face paled as her figure disappeared behind the

bulletproof vaulted doors of the elevator. Her

eyes stared ahead picking at the sharp stiletto

nails she'd commissioned this morning, the

low ding bringing her focus to the door opening.

Clicking her tongue seeing an empty hallway to

a set of heavy looking mahogany doors with two

men on either side holding their ak’s at their

hips. The woman huffed in mock annoyance,

the sound of her heels clicking pointedly on the

black marble floors echoed the otherwise silent

hallway. When she reached the doors she held

her hands up,”don’t bother with putting your

grubby bits on me, I’ve got a glock on my thigh

and I would like it back,” she pointedly added as

they relieved her of it setting the doors open for

her to step inside.

“Leati Anoaʻi, I presume you aren’t stupid

enough to seek me out with the attention of

wasting my time,” her voice was pointed. The

large figure rose from where their back was

turned leaning on a desk looking out of huge

floor to ceiling windows. The woman decidedly

took control of the introduction,” Lazuli, what is

a Samoan doing shacked up in New York?” A

small chuckle escaped from the man who’d

loosened his tie, adjusting his cufflinks he finally

turned to the woman,” I see you’ve decided

against formalities Ms.Mbaye, please have a

seat.” The woman held her hand up,” I don’t sit

for man, I am not a dog and please Nairobi.”

He raised a brow at her accent,” so you’ve been

in England for how long?” A snort from her

caught his attention,” do not feign ignorance I’m

sure we’ve done ample research on one another,

how’s your knee doing by the way?” This made

the man let out a deep laugh,” as you know, I’ve

made a great recovery since my days in Milan,

though many families have tried to say

otherwise.” The woman hummed in

agreement,”you fell from a six story balcony

onto the back of a moving truck." He poured a

glass of bourbon, handing it to her, he closed

the distance to a more familiar space. "I didn't

fall Ms. Mbaye, I jumped and my knee was the

cause of my driver being eternally demoted."

Her lips kissed the edge of the rim as she took

the large pour as a single shot," I hope your

intentions aren't for me to play chauffeur, as

you are aware my services are beyond such

a frivolous venture." Leati grinned at her banter,

"Call me Joe, it's the Russians." Lifting her glass

towards him at the group's name emerging, he

bemusedly smiled pouring more into her glass.

" My my what has the tribal chief done to step

on the toes of that family, pray tell why it

concerns me?" "They've got someone

important to me and I want them back," his

words piqued her interest," surely you can

handle that on your own time, why am I here?"

His hand rubbed at his beard an old habit of

his," my daughter." The woman sat her glass

down," ah so you have a heart, that is a

dangerous mistake Leati.” His eyes hardened

but his large hand took hers bringing it to his

lips to graze her knuckles,” it would be a

personal favor, an iou.” “My fees are quite large

Mr. Anoaʻi, and I have strict methods I won’t

compromise on.” His eyes searched hers,”fees

are the least of my worries, can you do this

for my family?” The woman slid a small dagger

from her brassiere then he took out a coin, the

woman pricked his finger without hesitation and

then her own the drops solidifying their contract

to which another man in the room nodded in

witness of the call of a hit. Both parties

pocketed coins, the woman moved to sit at his

desk folding her hands on top of the dark grain,”

I think your staff may need to get some more

training, they didn’t check me well for my

weaponry, only took a glock from me and your

bellboy, his gun was near empty I could spot

that from entering the building.” The tall male

took in the view of her at his desk and yet

the itch to carve a bullet in someone’s forehead

for being so bold didn’t appear for him,” Jey,

Jimmy go handle that,” the two men left in

silence leaving the pair alone in the room.”

Accept my apologies then for our lack of

readiness of your arrival Ms. Mbaye.” Her

response was tapping away at her phone,” I

take apologies in form of cash, credit or in

this instance because you’re rather charming

to the eye, a hot meal.” His smile was once

again on his face,” you’re blunt, and beautiful,

a wonder you’re not married,” his deep voice

lit a flame within her,”I didn’t realize my marital

status was on your radar Leati.” He sat on the

edge of his desk partially, looking down at her,”

I like to know who I am involving myself with.” “Nice try but I’m flattered at your attempt to

hide your attraction, your heart beat has raised

since I have arrived not to mention the stiffening

of your trousers, now please dine me with steak

and not pleasantries.” The man took her hand in

his a grin on his face at her forwardness, it was

refreshing from the fear or stupid bimbos who’d

throw themselves at his feet begging for a

crumb of his attention. “I know a place for

that, it’s on me, let’s get going then,” he

spoke with a sense of calmness he rarely felt

around others. “Of course it’s on you, don’t

be silly,” she patted his chest, stepping ahead of

him making her way to where his driver awaited

them.

The pair were sat the moment they arrived

in a private area, she took note of the tablecloth

and small rose petals laid about,” do all of your

whores get romanced like this?” Joe chuckled

under his breath at her, sliding her chair open

and gently pushing her in, his deep voice and

warm but minty breath tickled her neck,” would

you like to know about my whores then?” This

made her fold her legs in defiance of the

slickness appearing of his voice,” I’d rather not

waste my time on your expeditions Mr. Anoaʻi .”

His dazzling smile emerged as he sat across

from her,” don’t worry about it too much, since

my daughter I don’t have time for women, yet

alone whores.” This somehow settled a nerve in

her stomach her face relaxed which didn’t go

unnoticed by the tall Samoan who bit his lip.

“Shame then,” she quickly redirected her

attention to the menu, her eyes reaching up

as a waiter arrived,”hello darling, what’s a

beautiful woman like yourself wanting, a salad

perhaps?” Joe’s eyes hardened as he set his jaw

tensely at the man’s boldness, his eyes dashed

to her as she set the menu down a little heavily,”

perhaps you should reconsider your words, I’ll

be having the ribeye, medium and the mashed

potatoes with the steamed broccoli, oh and be a

good little pet and get my partner a glass of

whisky, he also will have a porterhouse medium

and the same sides, now run along.” The server

gaped standing still, “Did she not make herself

clear?” his deep voice had grit to it as he

shot a lethal look at the man who quickly

disappeared. “Don’t get your feathers ruffled,

Joseph I take no interest in pleasure with

business,” she raised a brow at him a small

smile scratching the surface of her features

making a strange sensation take over in his

chest. “Professional at all times then huh

beautiful?, how did you know what I wanted

to eat?” She let a small bemused noise escape,”

men like you are all the same, carnivores in

habit.” He eyed her features taking in the

woman across from him,” Do you miss

Senegal?” The woman’s body stiffened for a

moment, hearing her homeland caught her

off guard as most didn’t know anything beyond

London. “It’s been far too long to be nostalgic,

I’m a traveler by trade, what about you, this isn’t

Samoa?” He smiled warmly taking her hand

kissing her knuckles,” I didn’t mean anything

by it and I am there whenever time allows me.”

His focus went to sipping his drink which freshly

had been poured,” have you ever been to the

island?” She quirked a brow at his lips touching

her for another instance,” I’ve never had a

reason to,” Nairobi sipped from her martini

glass her eyes meeting his.”Well I hope after our

business we can change that,” he offered as

their food arrived.

[ollycohens]

Would you write Five Hargreeves realising he had a daughter with a commission agent and they have been using her for her powers for very long? You can make her as you like or not mention her at all, I just kinda want his pov when he realises that 1) he has a child 2) the child has been made into a weapon by the very same people who also turned him into a weapon 3) the child is like 16 now so he has been a deadbeat father and has no idea how he was treated. Was she abused. Was it like they were or how lila was. Was it worse. And like the full range of emotions he feels about this which also include guilt because this was careless of him.

(I don't know if this falls under the Five romance category because there is an implication of him having slept with someone at the commission so I understand if you are uncomfortable but just let me know? Thanks.)

Here you go! I hope you like it! I wanted to add all of the siblings but found it a little difficult to fit them all in, so despite that, I hope you like it! I loved writing this and I love this idea so dearly. It's dear to my heart. Story is under the cut :)

Five and Diego walked through the field of bodies and briefcases, making their way toward Dot and Herb.

Five stepped over a sizzling briefcase, "Herb. Dot." he nodded. The three agents greeted each other.

“Sup, Herbie.” Diego trudged through the pile of corpses and stuck his hand out to do an intricate— and quite embarrassing— handshake with Herb. 

The four of them chatted for a bit, discussing The Handler and how they could get home, to which Herb waved his hand at the large array of briefcases scattered about the field.

“Take your pick.” Herb scrunched his shoulders, grinning.

Diego went to grab the closest briefcase to them, inspecting it, and furrowing his brows as he realized he had no clue how to use these things. Diego inspected the briefcase for a moment before ultimately giving up, “Yo, Five, come check this out.” 

“Actually, uhm, Mr. Five, p-please wait a moment.” Herb bounced back on the heels of his feet, nervous. “May we speak in private?” He pointed slightly to the side.

Five shoved his hands into his pockets, walking over to Herb, a good distance away from the others, “What’s up?”

“T-There’s something I found out when I was voted in as acting chairman.” Five could practically see the sweat piling over on the man's face. “Ithought you may want to see this.” he reached under his shirt, pulling out a red folder with the big words classified on it. 

He handed it to Five, seemingly holding his breath. Five opened it up, seeing his name at the top, and ignoring the one next to it. His breathing stuttered as he finished reading the papers in the folder. His chest felt tight, and he was sure his panic was obvious.

“What is this?” He spoke loud enough to gather Diego’s attention, who hurried over to his side, trying to read the contents in the folder.

Five pulled it away from his reach, his heart pounding, unsure of what to do. “What were they planning to do with her...?” He looked at Herb, his eyes hard yet containing a slight plead to them.

“What’s going on?” Diego looked between the two, mouth slightly agape as he tried to think of things to say.

The two ignored him, “The Handler wanted to use her powers for the Commission had Lila not worked out for her.” He sighed, twitching his head to the side, “But now that she’s dead and Lila’s off the grid for the moment, I’ve been able to get a hold of Emmalyn.”

“Her name is Emmalyn?” Five couldn’t think straight. He turned around, walked to a bale of hay nearby, and sat on it, letting his head fall into his hands for a moment before turning back to address Herb. 

“They made her into a fucking weapon?” Just like him. Exactly like him. His eyes were dark as he looked through his lashes.

“W-Well! No. Yes. I didn’t! It was The Handler… I am so sorry, Mr. Five.” 

He waved Herb off, understanding the situation, yet he could still feel his chest growing even tighter. He wished he could be someone like Allison, or even Viktor— people who were able to be vulnerable around each other so easily. He wished he was someone who could ask for a hug from a sibling. He wished he wanted a hug like a normal person.

He had a daughter. A daughter. He didn’t even know about it. He made a massive mistake deciding to let loose just once during the commission. Now he has a child who was at least in her teens. One he wasn’t even there for. He didn’t even know whether that was worse than Reginald or not. 

He was careless, and he faced the consequences.

Diego choked on his breath, “You have a daughter!?” It took Five a moment to realize Diego had seized the folder when he put it down next to him— when did he put it down?

Five clenched his eyes shut, controlling his breathing for a moment. “I don’t know what to do.” he let himself be vulnerable as his voice shook a little. He knew it was what he needed right now, even if he didn’t know how to do it. It’s what Dolores would’ve said to do, he thought. 

“Dude, it’s okay, we’ll figure out. Everything's going to be fine. We'll do this together. Team zero, remember? ” Diego stuck out his fist, waiting for a bump back. Five stared at him.

He stood up, starting to feel his head burn up from everything happening, “Let’s grab a briefcase and go home.” he’ll figure it out then. 

Everyone was waiting for the briefcase to finish calculating so they could see if it worked. 

They were all exhausted. Five was still overthinking everything about the kid, his kid, and he was sure his siblings could tell. Or at the least, they could tell he wasn’t focused on the briefcase like he usually would be, and that alone was weird to them. He hadn’t told them anything yet and didn’t know if he should.

“Five? Is everything okay?” Viktor sat on the couch next to him, Klaus was on the floor leaning against the cushions. “Yes,” he muttered in response.“Just waiting so I can get you all home.” 

Viktor flashes Five a face that he couldn’t quite understand. “I don’t think any of us care about how long it’s taking. We’re all tired.” 

“Yeah, babe. Let it take a few hours so I can get some beauty sleep.” Klaus pitched in from the floor, spreading his legs out in a deep stretch.

Five let them sit in silence for a while, thinking and thinking. He was too tired. Tired enough to not plan his next words. “I found out I have a daughter.” he blinked slowly, staring at the wall ahead.

“What the shit?” Klaus flipped his head around, giggling from the floor as his mouth switched between smiling in shock and falling agape. 

Viktor didn’t even say anything. He just stared at Five, expression unreadable, but he could tell it wasn’t a bad one. “I’ve never met her before, Herb was the one who told me. Herb.” he sat back against the couch, huffing. 

“Does that mean we have another niece?” Viktor smiled slightly. His eyes were growing big and shiny, awe in his face.

“Does that mean you're not a virgin?” Klaus gasped, smacking Five’s leg continuously as he cackled, “Oh my God! I totally thought you were!”

Five jerked away from his brother’s abusing slaps, “Shut up.” he could feel his cheeks warming up, a slight smirk fighting its way through. Somehow, he felt relief in their reactions.

Viktor was silent as he put a hand on Five’s bicep, letting his touch be light and avoidable in case it wasn't welcomed. “Don’t worry about it now, Five. When we get back, we can get back in touch with Herb.”

“Yeah! Don’t worry, little guy—” Five kicked Klaus, his cheeks warming even more despite being slightly ticked off, “ Ye ow— We can handle this all later. We got your back. We’re family, bro. ”

“Every time you speak I feel just that much closer to shoving you into a trash compactor limb by limb and letting it crush you joint by joint.” he smiled and patted his brother’s shoulder, a warm feeling in his chest.

“Thank you, guys. Seriously.” he looked away from them, eyes focused on the now-beeping briefcase, the word ready blinking on the tiny screen at the top. He felt his shoulders sag in relief. 

He could meet his daughter at some point, hopefully soon, and he’d make up for everything he didn’t do for her. His family would help him and everything would turn out alright for once.

He sat up, grabbed the briefcase, and turned back to his siblings, a genuine smile on his face,

“Let’s go home.”

*end*

You can also read it here on ao3