#if any of my mutuals are still around hmu

[antecurscr]

*peeks in here*

Is anyone still around?

[ofmdee]

(google doc here)

hiya all, i thought it was finally time to make an Official collab post on tumblr, lol, i have one floating around somewhere but it's not very detailed, so! lets create something together?

fic examples 💕

Must be 18+!!!!

Must be okay with me sharing the finished gifs/stills on twitter/tumblr at some point (with a link to your fic, of course)

You can either: tell me what you’d be interested in writing and I will do my best to create gifs/stills to match that, or, if you don’t have any specific ideas, I will make some random gifs and send them your way, to see if you vibe with them

If you do have specifics, lmk!  I will try to accommodate as best I can.  Examples include: position/act, who tops/bottoms, clothes (or lack thereof), facial hair/accessories etc

This is mostly for smutty oneshot type things, anything too plotty gets too complicated

I reserve the right to not do stuff that I simply don’t vibe with, lol, or stuff that just isn’t easily accomplished/is outside my skill level

In general, will not do: Ed and Stede with anyone but each other, animations for fics that are already written (because I do not make the animations myself, and I only can use what is available for download, so I don’t like having to find something super specific unless I’m working on my own longfic), and like, anything that squicks me out or makes me uncomfortable

Can do other pairings, but my other character sims are way less detailed than Ed n Stede

Can do lesbian Ed n Stede 

My sims are cis, but that can also be changed with a few clicks if you’d like!

I’ll send you an album of all the gifs I make, and you are free to use as few/many as you like, in whatever order you like.  Whatever inspires you!!!

You’re obv free to post your finished work on ao3 or whatever site you want, just pls link back to my twitter or tumblr in some way.  (Or add me as co creator, but that is totally optional!)

(If you need help posting gifs to ao3, click the google doc link at the top of this post!!!)

I’d prefer if gifs weren’t uploaded to any twitter/tumblr but my own, with the exception of a title gif that I will send you, so you can make your own tweet/post, if you’d like! and ofc go nuts on ao3!

(To censor a gif on twitter, you have to be on desktop and click add description, and the flag option will be in there. post spicy stuff on tumblr at ur own risk 😂)

Finished fics are all compiled on @m3rmaided, feel free to browse them ;)

Any questions, hmu!

Seriously, though, feel free to DM me at any time if you’re interested in creating something together, I am pretty much always open to it.  And it is NOT just a mutuals only deal!!!

Will update this post periodically if I think of anything else!

so, yeah!!! u can DM me or reply here and i'll get in contact w/ you, whatever you prefer! 💕 this is meant to be fun and stress free, so no time restraints or anything like that, just! creativity!!! yeah 💕

[blxckcatwritesx]

it’s been years since I’ve found a new writing partner like this but does anybody else want to cook up two or more cute ships together that we love and mutually obsess over 🙏🏼

I’m not just talking writing, but also the headcanons, memes, plotting, text threads, doing little character or ship building memes we steal from tumblr over on discord. having their main verse we write in but then also? any AU or other setting we think of concurrently? gimme them in whatever original setting we think of, then a celebrity AU, supernatural one, or whatever other setting we think of 😭

looking for a writing bestie here too because I will 100% want to be your friend too 🫶🏼 idk I feel like this might be representative of old tumblr but if anybody else wants this PLS hmu and I’ll come running to you. I won’t ghost so I’d prefer if you didn’t either 🥲 if something doesn’t work I’m always happy to revisit the drawing board. until September I can guarantee high activity mostly, but work may require different things on a given day and I’m always understanding of what real life entails for you. if nothing else I’m around ooc and for talking about the bbs 🩷

if anybody is still reading here’s some more boring info below to consider and if you’re still interested PLS interact with this. Also so sorry for all the colors lmao tbh they were just to entertain myself as I write this long ass thing

21+ preferred (I’m 23F), 3rd person, and on discord 🩷. I write all pairing types and given I have SO many fxf and mxf pairings rn I’d love at least one mxm pairings at this time 🖤 the other pairings I’m open to ANY

Also if you have a wanted opposite I’d love to grab them for you. I get it. I won’t think you’re face chasing. I just rewatched Venom and it’s down bad for Tom Hardy hours bc he’s a cutie 🥲 other than him at the moment tbh I don’t usually have wanted opposites personally. Rn is a bit of a rare occasion (will love you if you use him but I don’t mind at all either way. pls let me know tho if you’re willing bc I might be too anxious to ask 💀). I never mind if my writing partners do have wanted opps though and if I’m thinking of a new muse I’m especially all ears. however I only like to grab wanted opposites (and visa versa ofc) IF we can still love all our ships and it doesn’t have that weird transactional/doubles feel. I want to collaborate and love all our pairings and I always do get obsessed with them all 🫶🏼

dark theme AND nsfw friendly but I’d rather discuss that in private!!

that’s all folks 👋🏼

[rosies-riveters]

hello again!

folks, it's been awhile. and by awhile, i mean more than 10 years. insanity!

the name is ema and i am back! was badnewslikeasuckerpunch last ya'll heard from me. and so soooo many different names before that. if any of my previous followers/mutuals are still around, hmu!

because I've been hyper-fixated on band of brothers and masters of the air lately, i figured I'd just hop back on tumblr and grace you with my weirdness once again.

xo. ema

[tadpoleatemybrain]

Imma be on my Bardstarion au nonsense for a minute

Specifically the Wyllstarion agenda

Please hmu asap if this interests you

Wyll is the only one that recognizes Astarion as this big performer. Because he caught a show once, and Astarion propositioned him. Naturally, Wyll turned him down, and they never saw each other again...until the grove. So Wyll knows more than anyone else in the party, and knows Astarion is bullshitting.

I'm just imagining Astarion looking at everyone in the party and any one of them would absolutely be one hell of a muse. Any bard would be lucky to follow them around for inspiration.

Astarion is drawn to Wyll the most because he ends up surprising him.

Mutually complain about the person yanking their leash.

At first, Astarion thinks he's just this son of a noble playing hero, and he's not exactly a fan of nobles. As time goes on sees how idealistic Wyll is and realizes he was wrong. There's this gorgeous sincere man with unwavering principles. He also still has such a spark of life to him. And Astarion needs to find that again and just enjoy it, and not have to monetize it.

On the opposite side, Wyll is drawn to Astarion. This incredible bard. Bardstarion has higher charisma than canon Astarion so him being affected by the flirtation makes a lot more sense. The vampire is gorgeous, talented and has also been through his fair share of shit. Of course, Wyll wants to help get Astarion out of the shit circus.

The dancing scene would be so good to. Fire.

And they both think "You're the one songs should be written about"

They also both want a storybook romance or a love for the ages sort of thing.

Ultimately though I do think it has to end with Wyll choosing to become a Grand Duke because ain't no way pretty boy with a lute is going to Avernus. What's he supposed to do just sit around and wait for his husband to get back?

[clovesnz]

Story that turned out longer than intended about my angst regarding early experiences with the kink. Kinda feel a little uncomfy writing about me as a kid cause like this is a sex blog but also I feel like this kinda thing is so universal and sometimes my brain feels like it’s gonna explode just carrying all of it because wtf

Oh my god I had this friend as a kid and we did so much stuff together that was so incredibly related to this kink and it kills me that it was probably only me feeling a type of way about it. Because from my memory it was mutual, like we both came up with these things, but in retrospect I know it’s just unlikely. But we had a game called “the sneezing game” where one of us was shopkeeper of a very dusty shop and the other would be customers, and you would just pretend to be different people with different reactions to the dust. It was…a lot. Like very in line with the tropes within the community in terms of the scenarios we came up with. And we played it a lot. We even had a variation we played in their hot tub where it was a natural hot springs surrounded by dusty dirt that made people sneeze?? And then a few years later in middle school this friend actually developed a dust allergy and like described to me in great detail how they were staying in a friend’s RV and just kept sneezing. I think at that point I had figured things out more and the whole time I was like oh god why would you tell me this.

But then the other thing is that, as a child I had INSANE germaphobia. I would yell at someone if they were sick around me. I didn’t want to be around my friends if even their family members were sick. I would cry, freak out, it was a lot. But this friend (same one), I just really liked them. I don’t know how to describe this friendship but it was different than any other I’d had (I’ve wondered since then if it was non-platonic on my end but I also think maybe I saw them as a protective figure because they were two years older than me). And when they got sick, they would just straight up tease me for being scared of them. In like a “don’t be a pussy just come hang out with me” kinda way. And somehow that made it easier to put away my fear. It almost felt liberating, because they were just so not careful. Coughing uncovered, blowing their nose into their bare hand. Everything I would normally hate. I remember distinctly the first time I caught a cold from them, and I was exited. Not an emotion I’d ever felt about having a cold. But I just wanted to share everything with them. It felt like we were both in on something, and we spent all this time together just being sick and I didn’t have to worry about getting sick or getting them sick cause we both already were. And at the time I got the impression that they felt the same way about it. But it was so long ago that I can’t really remember where I got that impression from.

I probably wouldn’t think about this as much, except that I still actually run into them sometimes because we are still practically neighbors and have mutual friends. I mean there is a lot of other baggage on my end with this person like the part where I was possibly in love with them but the sneeze stuff especially just kinda like…haunts me lol. Like every time I see them. I’m like that is the same person oh god.

I guess if they were a fellow snzfucker they might be on snzblr and could see this, so like…I guess if this sounds like you hmu lmaooo (yes I know the chances of this are nearly impossible but I can dream)

[lasshoe]

15 questions + 15 mutuals

tagged by @waywardted 💛💛💛

Were you named after anyone?

my middle name (blair) is after blair from the facts of life and my first name i think my parents were at my cousin's graduation and a girl had it and they liked it and they were right 😌

When was the last time you cried?

lmao embarrassing and i wish i were joking but like 30 minutes ago watching a video on twitter of beyonce saying “welcome to the renaissance” brnrjdkdnfnekapk

Do you have kids?

no but i want them one day! my own and/or as has been previously well documented that i aspire to be a stepmom so dilfs hmu

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

i don’t particularly think i do

What's the first thing you notice about people?

their clothing and not in a judgy way it's just an occupational hazard i guess?

What's your eye color?

hazel

Scary movies or happy endings?

are u kidding me happy endings every time

Any special talents?

idk if it's a talent but i have like....... insane reflexes so if i fumble or knock something over or if anyone else does close enough to me 99.9% of the time i catch it? it's very weird. i can also do at least a back handspring which i haven’t attempted in years but i genuinely believe i still could if the opportunity presented itself and i tried

Where were you born?

virginia, usa

What are your hobbies?

me 🤝 ayo edibiri…. watching tv and watching movies. but also taking walks around the city, going to museums, thrifting, swimming in the ocean, traveling, trying new restaurants if that counts? i do genuinely need more hobbies

Have any pets?

not personally

What sports do you play/have you played?

most of my childhood i spent in competitive cheerleading but also dabbled in dance and softball and basketball

How tall are you?

5’3

Favorite subject in school?

english and art

Dream job?

my job rn (creative trend director) is actually my dream job in basically every way except financially

Tagging:

idk who or who hasn’t been tagged but here goes: @ohtendril @topsee-turvee @thesumdancekid @endlessblasphemy @factoseintolerant @talldecafcappuccino @jcusack @romansroys @coachlasso @villainesses @iloveyouandilikeyou @mrgaretcarter2 @shania-twain @dollsome-does-tumblr @cowherderess 😮‍💨

[strakhaz]

People of the Tumblr! I'm back. Again. Sorry.

Went through some rough stuff, relapsed into some shit, but I feel motivated and energetic enough to be back onto the virtual world.

I deeply apologize if any of you were concerned at some point and had no way of reaching out or checking up on me. Mutuals can always ask for other social media or even my phone number, I'll try to be better and more present from now on

In other news, I'm finally gathering up enough courage to open up an OF for myself lmao 😂 and my wife has decided to start streaming some gameplay of mainly horror games, it gonna be in Spanish as she's not so proficient in english but I'll be around to translate and mod the chatroom if it ever gets an audience, hopefully.

Anyway, hmu! What have you peeps been up to? I'll try to scroll around some and check up if any of u are still around.

Also, if we never spoke before, hello and welcome. Hope you find a safe place to be silly and whimsical. I'm a 30 yo goth cryptid who resurfaces after weird astronomical events and will probably invest a lot of time from now on over sharing their life online.

Recent picture o me coz since it's gonna stay as a pinned post for a while, why tf not.

[superdraconic]

hello my dear, dusty tumblr blog. twitter owned by em is awful to contemplate and i miss finding good shit and tagging it to revisit later. so ya hello, i’m coming back to tumblr to scope out the fandom scene.

go by super nowadays, retiring the name of rush. currently i’m into:

genshin: loves the concept of gods walking among us as well as elemental powers and the different nations. music is also v good.

mxtx: canon overt gays, with tons of fun tropes and drama and humor

2ha: absolutely feral for cwn’s sluttiness

fe3h: golden deer, yuri, sylvain, lysithea

sheith: sheith

and an assortment of other fandoms and aesthetics

i do still like homestuck

i’ve literally been tumblr blind for years, so if any of my old mutuals from years ago are still actively around, feel free to hmu and tell me how you’ve been. otherwise, hallo! what’s good.

[pcetstcrtured]

i deleted a good chunk of my ooc posts from last night & tonight bc there was a lottt of them lmao. but - anyways i plan to get started on writing now. apparently the b.oopin' is still going on past midnight, i think i'm done for now since i got all three badges & such but feel free to use me to earn what you can before it goes away, like spam away & such (only if we're mutuals to be clear). also also idk if you saw but i had to retype my whole muse list last night bc i accidentally deleted my pinned post, i'm pretty sure i got all the muses, even if i'm still slightly paranoid i didn't, but if you see anyone missing feel free to lmk bc they haven't been deleted it's due to this! i have not deleted any muses! but ye okay anyways off to write nowww <3 if you're around, feel free to come hmu in the ims or disco for chatting/plotting!

[blckmrcls]

rules.

one.   selective and private.

this means i will not follow everyone back.     if i don’t see us interacting,  i won’t follow back.     and if we haven’t interacted within around two weeks of following each other,  then i most likely will unfollow.     i like having my dash clean.     i’m also mutuals - only,  which means that all open starters and starter calls are for mutuals only,  as well as memes.

two.   following back.

i won’t follow back if you:   post hateful content aka anything homophobic,  transphobic,  racist etc.     i also won’t follow if you post too much ooc.     from time to time is okay,  i do it,  too,  but not when ooc > ic.     i also won’t follow any 13 reasons why blogs,  multis with muses are okay,  but i will probably block your tags for the characters.     and same goes for any descendant muses.

three.   memes.

never shy away from sending them in.     whether we’ve roleplayed for years now,  or if we’re new mutuals.     also,  it’s okay to send in as many as you please.     i might not answer all,  but the more you send,  the bigger chances of me actually answering anything,  tbh.     i no longer put a lot of priority to memes,  though.     they get done slowly,  and not at all in any order,  so keep that in mind. 

four.   triggers.

i don’t personally have any triggers that need tagging.     if anything comes up,  will definitely let everyone know,  but as of now,  i’m good with anything.     however,  if you need any tagging,  just let me know.      i do read everyone’s rules,  but after a time i forget,  i’m only human.     so if i forget to tag something,  just shoot me a message and i will do better in the future.     i want you all to enjoy dumblr.

five.   shipping.

i like shipping.     i like it a lot.     however,  wendesday is not an easily shippable character and i do not intend to compromise her character for the sake of a ship. i also roleplay her as a comphet lesbian who is demiromantic and asexual which i will get into in my headcanons. so, if you're only following for a ship, i am not the person. everything with wendesday is a slow burn, romantic or platonic. additionally, i solely roleplay her as a minor so no nsfw or smut will be present here.

six.   pre-plotting.

this blog is mainly plotting - based.     i do enjoy threads which have been at least slightly thought - out and when i have some kind of path to guide me.     this doesn’t mean i won’t do random threads,  but it does mean those will be most likely quickly dropped and i won’t be telling you about it.

seven.   my take on wendesday.

as you may have read in my about section and in rule no.5, i have my own take on wendesday. i will be roleplaying her as a comphet lesbian, but i will be acknowledging what happened in s1 (further explained in a headcanon). she is also demiromantic and it takes a lot for her to create a romantic connection with anyone (not to be mistaken with her being romantic because that will not happen), and she is asexual. i am still figuring out to what level her asexuality extends and that will likely come as i write her, but she is definitely not within the socially described norm when it comes to sexual desires. moreover, i've headcanoned that she is autistic and has ocd (i feel like both are self explanatory but nonetheless, headcanons will be made). lastly, i am going to try and focus on wendesday's latin american heritage, which means that i will attempt to have her speak spanish more (mine is v rusty and it's european spanish, so any native speakers are always welcomed to correct me if i ever do anything injustice) and connect with her culture.

eight.   mun.

hello,  i go by tosia.     she/her,  of age.     english is not my first language,  but i do live in the uk.     love quoting vine and tiktok.     hmu if you’re on gae witch kinktok pls.     i’m very easily approachable,  honestly.     never fear of contacting me,  just keep in mind that should we hit off,  i will not leave u alone,  lol.

[thanksfortheflaglove]

hi the girl im in love with kissed me tonight

[snailor-bee]

OC Modern AU: Caged Hearts

This idea has been bouncing around my head for a while and I wanted to get it down somewhere! This mostly follows my OCs Carys and Solomon, with a bunch of friends OC's thrown into the mix! Owners are: Umi @aifozu , Maren @mewiyev , Renge @childofblackmaria , Coco @secretvoidvoid

I'm still thinking about ideas for this AU but I'm more than happy to discuss with anyone about it! So feel free to ask any questions or just talk to me about it lol. Also any mutuals who wanna discuss about specific OCs that I did or didn't include hmu. >:3c

Abyss owns a place pretty far outside of town. It’s basically a homestead even though Abyss has taken to working more and more often at his company in the city as his kids have gotten older.

Solomon and Carys have been raised as siblings, although Solomon is adopted. No one would be able to tell they weren’t blood related though, Solomon and Carys both look so much like their father.

They were originally homeschooled by Abyss and other tutors until Solomon put his foot down and demanded to go to a ‘real’ school. Carys went with him but only lasted a few days before reverting to being homeschooled.

Solomon is skinny and tall like their father, they’re all a similar shade of tan (Carys and Abyss a bit darker as they spend more time outside than Solomon prefers too). He’s got short black hair, dark eyes like Abyss, and is tattooed down both arms. He’s working on his chest currently. He’s going to college as a business major even though he’d really rather not. However, Abyss wants him to take over the family business and both know Carys would never do that. So it falls on Solomon. He’s also a few years older than Carys in this AU. What he’d really like to be though is an artist or a tattoo artist. He draws constantly.

Carys is perfectly satisfied living on their farm. She takes care of their animals every day but after being told she had to take a degree in something she is Languages major, simply because she has an ear for that sort of thing and being fluent in other languages is easy for her. She takes the courses online since she doesn’t care to attend a college in person. She looks largely the same as her normal human form however she’s a little more bulky since she works on the farm. She still enjoys singing and sparring with Solomon or their father.

Both siblings like to do underground cage fighting. Solomon a little less, since he’s honestly not much into fighting even though he’s not bad at it (for some reason Abyss knows a lot of different types of fighting styles and taught them both). It’s more for something to do, the entertainment of it all is thrilling. The energy of the crowd and being apart of something is intoxicating, and the money isn’t bad either. He gets Carys involved who does like the fighting aspect of it and hardly cares about anything else.

Solomon doesn’t really understand it but Carys has always been a little… odd. Not the greatest with society interactions and you’d think she was born in another century with the way she reacts to technology. She can call and begrudgingly text (it takes her forever) and that’s about it. Online school was initially a challenge because while Carys understood everything and could take tests, anything required to be typed (which was… everything) irritated her as she hated using a computer. Solomon eventually hooked her up with a typer, Bee, who would take Carys’ written pages and type them out for her to send in. The two become friendly.

Bee has recently gotten out of the military and is attending college as an English major. She’s older than most of the college students because of her military experience. She and Solomon had taken a few classes together which is why he thinks to ask her to help his sister out. She lives off campus with a few friends in an apartment and is a full-time student.

Their only other close friend is Maren, who was the one who originally introduced them to the underground fights. He works on their farm as a farmhand sometimes and both siblings enjoy his laid-back company.

Maren is a frequent fighter in the cages and although he loses just about as often as he wins, he loves it. He’s a big fan of the Donut Destroyer, a tall man with a huge following and always fights with a black and white striped scarf around the bottom half of his face. (People think the name is lame but everyone is to scared to tell him that). Maren later finds out that Carys and Solomon know him, like actually know him, and that he works at Abyss’ company. He begs Carys to go along with her on a random trip to Abyss’ work and he meets Katakuri there.

Solomon is on a dating app when he sees a drop-dead gorgeous woman on there. She’s got short white hair and is completely covered in blue lines of tattoos. Her name is Umi. She’s way above his league but he shots her a message anyway. They get to chatting and hit it off. They arrange a date, but it happens to be on a day that he’s supposed to be with Carys and he can’t pawn her off on Maren or Bee. In a panic because he doesn’t want to reschedule afraid that Umi will think he’s blowing her off he finds out about a Martial Arts tournament. Thinking Carys will at least find it a little interesting, he gets them tickets to that, tells her he’s going to be late, and takes off for his date.

(It goes super well and Solomon is basically in love at first sight. Umi is the coolest person he’s every met and they get along so well, it was hard to say goodbye. Solomon is EXTREMELY late when he finally manages to tear himself away and book it to the tournament.)

It’s most definitely ended by the time he shows up and he’s just in time to see Carys challenging a man to a fight. Luckily the man looks only mildly confused but that could just be his face (he looks high as fuck, what is wrong with people?? With the way he’s dressed, Solomon assumes he was in the tournament itself, how is he high). Forcibly dragging Carys away from the weirdo with the pineapple hair, he demands to know what happened.

Nothing happened, just Marco was a fantastic fighter and Carys wants to fight him, badly. Solomon gets them out of there but the next few days are torture listening to Carys drone on and on about the pineapple head. It’s clear to Solomon that she has a crush that she’s misplacing into an urge to fight the man but to Solomon’s knowledge, Carys has never really had a crush on anyone before and isn’t quite sure how to bring it up.

Life goes on except that Carys’ fights have been bringing in slightly less money. Solomon knows it’s because the crowd is becoming bored of her fights, she’s won almost all of her matches. So he goes to her, trying to beg her to intentionally lose a match. He knows she’ll never go for it and is shocked to see her think it over. There’s a gleam in her eye when she says “Yes, but only if you’ll tell me where I can find Marco.”

There’s nothing else to do. He does and she loses. Marco works at a gym named the Whitebeard Gym. Which happens to be the gym Maren attends (and is the one who gives Solomon this information). Maren ends up taking Carys and signing her up for the gym. After he explains how to use all the equipment, she goes by herself frequently and signs up for all of Marco’s classes. After being told her behavior of just… demanding he fight her was unacceptable (and would end up making him never fight her if she kept asking) she doesn’t ask but does make it a point to try to talk with him every time before or after one of his classes. At first it’s mostly fight related but slowly it becomes easier and more natural. Marco finds that he comes to enjoy their chats.

At some point, Solomon mentions that Carys must like Marco and when she asks him “how you can tell if you like someone?” Solomon tells her to ask Bee.

They discuss it together but Carys decides to show Bee Marco personally so she brings her to the gym. (Bee complaining the entire time because she does not want to go) However the class they have signed up to do isn’t being run by Marco (he’s away at another tournament) and Carys, annoyed, says they can go. But Bee has caught sight of their instructor, a tall handsome man with his long blond hair pulled back in a messy bun and the weirdest mustache she’s ever seen but hey, she’s already here. They stay to do the class and Bee about dies. After her near death experience they go to the front counter so Carys can ask when Marco should be back. Thatch, jokingly, asks Bee if she’s joining the gym and she snorts. “Not on your life.” “Not even for some eye candy?” he snaps back with a wide grin. Bee rolls her eyes. They can all see where Edward Newgate is surrounded by women from the class. When Bee finds out he’s the owner of the gym she’s impressed. Bee tells Carys to just take a picture of Marco to show her later, which Thatch teasingly says they don’t allow photos of instructors unknowingly. Knowing Carys will take that literally, Bee sighs aggressively before seeing Edward walking up to the counter. “Just do it like this,” she tells Carys before smiling at Edward and asking for a selfie with her instructor for her first and last workout. Edward of course is more than happy to oblige and she gets a selfie and drags Carys out of the gym before Thatch can make another remark.

When Marco gets back from his trip, he says he wants to watch one of Carys’ matches, which she’s thrilled about. Except it ends up against Sasaki, a powerhouse. Carys loses that fight but afterward, Marco asks her to dinner. (Unfortunately, he asks her in the backroom while she was talking with Coco, Sasaki’s girlfriend so Carys, not recognizing the offer for a date, invites them along.) The four of them go to a place nearby where Marco knows the people there.

It's just a food truck but it has tables set up outside of it and it’s still a nice atmosphere and the food is amazing. It’s owned by Renge with her partners Roger and Rayleigh. Renge is the chef and her and Roger both have highly successful Instagram accounts. (Roger with his ‘Vanlife’ that he shows off his travels, Renge when she’s not working and is traveling with him reviews food. Rayleigh is a photographer and takes nicer shots if either need more than a quick ‘aesthetic’ picture that they can take themselves.)

Marco, not super thrilled with the way Carys is bruised and battered from the fight with Sasaki, makes a few ill-placed remarks that after a while Sasaki reacts to and both women have to talk them both down from erupting into an all-out fight. Carys likes both Sasaki and Coco though and wants to have another fight with Sasaki (or just spar together) which with some encouragement from Coco, the man agrees to. And that’s all I have right now! I’m still thinking things through. :0

Notes that I have which I’m unsure where to put: Marco has a blue parrot named Moby that only gets along with his brothers and hates females. So when Carys first meets him, Marco is assuming Moby will get possessive. However, Carys handles Moby extremely well (she’s very good with animals) and Marco is amazed.

I wasn’t sure what to do for Umi job so she doesn’t have as much information as I’d like, but just know Solomon is down BAD and they are extremely cute together.

The age ranges for Solomon and Carys are in their early twenties. Whitebeard, Abyss and Katakuri are in their 40s, while everyone else is generally below that somewhere. (Thinking Roger/Rayleigh are in their late 30s though). Marco in his mid-twenties along with most of his brothers, barring Ace.

[keisurou]

build it up

(ft. koutarou bokuto)

minors dni. 

wc: 3.2k

Warnings: semi-public sex (in the locker room?), doggy style, mirror sex, mutual masturbation, blowjob, atsumu x kiyoomi ship, atsumu being a lil’ shit and drilling ideas into bo’s head, not edited. 

So my friends and I were fangirling discussing and apparently personality-wise, I’m basically a mix of Akaashi and Kenma, and it kinda makes sense because my top two comfort characters are Kuroo and Bokuto. Anyways, this is just a lil’ thing I wanted to try out, and again, this is not edited (i did edit it, and then my laptop just DIED so now its all gone. *sobs*) - does anyone want to be a beta-reader?? Because I literally went on a road trip with my family and just typed this in the car the entire time while my brothers screamed nonsense bs next to me. Hmu if you’re actually interested :) 

“Babe,” Bokuto murmurs into your neck, drawing out the word, his hair still damp and smoothed down from his shower not too long ago. You’re trying to focus on the pile of research assignments in front of you, but the way your fiance is rubbing circles on your back has you rereading the same sentence multiple times. “I heard something I wanna try,” 

“Hmm?” You hum noncommittally, encouraging him to continue, but you don’t look away from the papers. He frowns, frustration clawing at his belly and lets out a small grunt as he paws at your thighs exposed by your silk pyjamas. When he doesn’t speak, you turn to him and run your fingers through his damp locks before ruffling them slightly. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you tired? You have practice tomorrow morning, don’t you?” 

He doesn’t respond, his gaze locked on your lips and the way your tongue peeks out ever so slightly to wet your bottom lip only for a second. Bokuto has been strung tight lately; he had just returned from a training camp after being away from you for an entire week. He had been so excited to come home to you; he missed your smiles, your soft agreements, the way you came apart and lost yourself under his touch. But instead, he came home to you fully decked out in your ‘no sex’ gear. That’s right, from the ten piles of papers you had to mark, and a brand new box of red felt tips, you were ready for five days of no sleep, no fun, and absolutely nothing frisky with Bokuto. Needless to say, he almost cried when he first stepped into the apartment. 

But now, with only ten research papers left, you were practically finished. “Babe, let’s cuddle tonight,” You give him a look, and he deflates only a little before quickly adding, “I’ll be good, I swear,” 

“Kou-kun,” you lean in and give him a soft peck on the cheek, and he’s so touch starved that he sits motionless, absorbing the way your lips brush against his skin for as long as he can. “You’re always good.” You move away, and he quickly grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers together. “But if I finish up here today, I won’t be able to see you play tomorrow,” 

He’s silent as he contemplates this and then promptly hooks a hand around your waist and pulls you to him. His lips slant over yours, and it only takes you a second to melt into the kiss, hands flying to the hem of his t-shirt to drag him closer. Your lips are warm, and he can taste the sweetness of cherries from the dizzying brush of your tongue. He leans back against the sofa, and you clamber onto his lap, your softness meeting the hard planes of his body as you kiss along the smooth column of his neck. There is nothing sexier than the way you press a kiss before nibbling along his jaw, and his hands automatically find their way under your sleep shirt to squeeze at a naked breast. 

You let out a strangled moan and immediately press your body to his chest, halting his movements. Bokuto’s eyes widen as he tentatively brushes a thumb on the underside of your breast, only for you to shudder. “Koutarou, wait,” you pant softly, grabbing at his arm to pull it from your chest. “I’m really sensitive today, and it hurts if you squeeze too roughly,” 

“Why?”

“I’m on my period,” you say simply, and he blurts out the first thing that pops into his head. 

“So, no sex?” 

You shake your head, and his erection throbs painfully in his shorts as it strains against the material, somehow understanding the situation but not exactly cooperating. You get up to clear the table, and when you stretch, he can clearly see the way your nipples poke through the flimsy fabric, almost as if begging for his attention. He’s up, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in the scent of your hair. “Can I massage them?” 

You pause, and when you don’t respond for a few seconds, he cups one breast through the shirt, palming it softly until you melt under his touch. “O-Okay, but no sex,” 

He murmurs out a thank you, his golden eyes sparkling, and he’s glad you don’t question his enthusiasm. Once in the shared bedroom, he strips your shirt off your body watches with hooded eyes as you crawl over to join him at the centre of the bed. 

His fingers brush against a peaked nipple before slowly pushing down on the nub, and you let out a soft whine before cupping your other breast yourself, rotating the flesh in small circles. 

Bokuto briefly wonders how long it could take to make you cum just from your tits, and he turns it into a personal mission for tonight. He pulls at the free nipple, and you gasp sharply. Your reaction brings a lazy grin on his face, and he brings you to sit on top of him, the outline of his erection pressing against your ass so he can feel at least some sort of friction. He swats your hand away and pulls a nipple into the heat of his mouth, suckling the flesh softly as your thighs tremble around his waist. The first contact of his teeth against your sensitive nipple has your breath hitching deliciously as you chant his name, and he does it again, wanting to commit the sound to memory. 

“K-Koutarou, please. I’m going to-”

He switches to the other breast and bites down on the nipple without warning. Your hands fly to the back of his head, pushing him closer to your chest as he soothes the abused skin with long strokes of his tongue. The way you pull at his hair sends sharp jolts of pain, and you realise that each time you tug at his locks, he puts his teeth to work. 

You tug at his hair again, and he smiles as he bites down for a second. He takes satisfaction in the way you tremble and grind against him when he tugs at a hardened bud with his fingers, twisting and rolling the nub until it borders on pain and pleasure. He’s going to make you come like this even if he doesn’t get any sleep.  

Minutes later, you tremble, your hands feebly pushing at Bokuto, and he leans back only slightly. He watches with wide eyes as you roll your hips, the movements unstable and shaky, almost frenzied. Your fingers squeeze at a breast and pull at the tip of the other, and you let out a breathy moan at the sharp streak of pain that quickly turns into pleasure. “K-Kou-kun. I’m s-so close. So close.” You whine out in both pleasure and frustration and reach for his hands so he can help you finish the job. “Please,” 

You don’t notice the way Bokuto’s erection grows bigger from under you. He loves it when you beg for him like this, eyes glazed with lust without a care in the world except for how quickly you’ll come. It’s so intoxicating, and you look so desperate that he can’t help but want to tease you until you’re ruined.  But tonight, there was no way; you wouldn’t be getting any help from him until he gets off on the image of you sobbing for his fingers and his tongue. 

He watches as your eyes widen when you see him take out his cock and grip himself at the base. The tip is red and weeping, and when he smears the fluid all over the head, he’s delighted to see the way you lick your lips and lean forward, entranced. “What is it, puppy?” He purrs and grips himself at the base before moving up to the tip and coming back down again. The way your eyes follow the movement is incredibly sexy, but it’s the tremble in your lower lip that has him growing harder. “F-Fuck. Shit, you want my cock? I thought you said no sex.” 

There’s a whine of frustration, and at this point, he can’t tell if it’s from you or him, but the way you rub your thighs together and tug at your nipples has him lifting his hips, craving the friction he can’t have. There are now tears in your eyes as you sniffle.  For a fleeting moment, Bokuto considers sliding your underwear to the side; your period be damned, and fucking you into the mattress until the bedsheet is soaked with your tears. His cock twitches in agreement at the mental image, and a shudder goes down his spine. 

Instead, he gives himself a few more rough strokes and closes his eyes, listening to your moans echo in the room before he groans, loud and low, as his release lands messily on the bedsheets. 

Bokuto is restless at practice the morning after, and everyone knows this because his performance was downright terrible. On the rare occasions when he did score a point, there was no hey, hey, hey, no burst of confidence, no nothing. 

There had been days on end where the team would have done anything short of murder to shut Bokuto up, but now that he had, they had no idea what to do. Well, except Atsumu, of course. The setter sauntered over, his lips stretched into a cocky smirk. “Bokkun, what are ya mopin’ about for? Did yer girlfriend leave ya all needy?”

Bokuto grumbled sourly at the blonde before promptly turning away. “I’m not moping.” And when Atsumu raises an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue, Bokuto only sighs and leans back on his elbows. Surprisingly, that’s all the setter needs to understand the situation and begins to laugh. 

The entire situation is infuriatingly unfair, especially since it was, in fact, Atsumu who had drilled in the idea of having sex in semi-public places. Bokuto usually didn’t care to listen to the gossip of others much, unless it was related to volleyball or you. During the training camp, the blond setter had been describing how hot it was to do it in a semi-public place where there was a high chance of getting caught, much to Kiyoomi’s chagrin. Bokuto genuinely cannot bring himself to care because obviously sex feels good all the time, so why would doing it outside make it any different? Atsumu had just tutted when Bokuto explained this to him before asking him about you, and that definitely got his attention. 

“Bokkun, do ya know what kinks yer girlfriend has?” 

“She doesn’t have any,” Bokuto’s response had been immediate, and Atsumu just stared, wondering if the hyperactive male was just pulling his leg. But he wasn’t - Bokuto genuinely knew you didn’t have any because of course you would tell him as soon as you discovered one, right? 

“She seriously never told ya?” 

“Maybe she just doesn’t know.” 

Atsumu had spluttered indignantly to his excuse, equal parts horrified and insulted that Bokuto could even think about suggesting such a thing. 

Needless to say, ever since then, Bokuto has been trying to find out more of the things that make you tick in bed. He’d already found two last night, and his body was already tense, eager to find out more today. Especially since you said you’d be visiting after handing back all the papers to your students. They all wrapped up practice, with Meian giving Bokuto extra laps around the gym. By the time he had finished the required amount, Hinata and Meian were about to leave but had stopped to greet you for a few minutes. The sight of you leaning against the door, your lips pulled up into a soft smile filled him with restless energy and he took a swig of his water before making his way to you. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” His voice booms, echoing off the walls and you swivel around to grin at him. There is a collective sigh of relief from the other members as they leave the court gym and he sees the way your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He practically sprints to you and pulls you into a bear hug. He knows he’s sweating and that he probably stinks, but that all takes a back seat as your arms come around to wrap around his waist as you breathe in the feel of him. “Are you feeling better?”

You nod and lean up, puckering your lips to give him a short kiss, and his heart squeezes before he leans down to meet your lips halfway. When you pull back, your face is flushed, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear. “I’m sorry about last night. I’m all better today, we can go wherever you want and do whatever you feel like,”

His golden eyes glint dangerously under the low lighting of the hall, and you immediately know that you’re in trouble. “Now?”

He can see the way your breath hitches and throat constricts as you let out a little whimper. Your voice reaches a higher octave as you whisper out a “Now?” and he suddenly wishes that he could drag you to the locker room in front of everyone. He realises with a start that Atsumu had been right all along and expects the fact to rub him the wrong way, but the thought is pushed to the back as you let out a timid nod. 

That’s all he needs. He drags you into the locker room, too impatient to bother with the intricacies of the lock. Everyone had gone home anyway, so what did it even matter? As soon as he sits down, you push his thighs apart and situation yourself between them. Your hands fly to the hem of his gym shorts as you gaze up at him, and the whisper of friction that your fingers provide already has his cock swelling in his boxers. 

The first contact your tongue made with his cock has him hardening even further as he sinks his fingers into your hair. He can’t take his eyes off the way your hot tongue glides up the curve of his dick before swirling around the tip and- 

“Fuck. Fuck. Wait, baby-Don’t-”

You take him into your mouth, one hand softly massaging his balls, and all the protests die in his throat almost instantly. He chokes at the sight of you on your knees and your pretty, pretty mouth stretched around his fat cock. There are tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you struggle to take him in any further, and there’s nothing in the word that could make him look away. He thrusts his hips up only slightly, taking you off guard and forcing more of his length into your mouth as you gag around his size. 

You make a sound at the back of your throat as you drool around his cock, and it sends waves of vibrations throughout his length. Bokuto eases out of your mouth, and the stark coldness that hits the sensitive skin has him hardening even further. “You did so good, puppy,” he pants out his praise and comes up behind you before he pushes you forward so that you’re on your hands and knees. You’re such a pretty sight that he has to stop himself from entering you straight away. “Are you comfortable, babe? Think you can take it like this?” 

You nod vigorously and hold his gaze through the mirror. The head of his cock is leaking and angry, and he’s half tempted to bury himself balls deep inside you without warning. But the moment he pushes the tip inside your wet heat, you arch your back, and his hips jerked forward, craving the way your slick walls spammed around his length. 

“S-Shit—” Bokuto grits out, relishing the way the unmistakable sound of your arousal squelching around his cock echoes in the locker room. “God, you’re so fucking messy- baby, I can’t—” his words end on a whine and tries to push himself further inside you, his hands going to grip your hair to wrap it around his fingers. 

There’s a low guttural moan from you, and when he looks up, his gut clenches at the sight of your thoroughly fucked face. He wants to commit it all to memory - the way your tongue lolls out while your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cry out for him because he’s the only one who can make you feel like this. He pulls at your hair slightly and immediately feels you clench around him. 

He does it again, harder. 

Your whimpers thunder in his ears, and he leans forward until he has you completely underneath him, chest grazing the back of your shoulders as he braces his entire weight on his arm. His tongue and teeth are relentless on the flushed tips of your ear, laving the sensitive skin before nipping it harshly as he thrusts into you. “You’re such a pretty puppy, aren’t you? Fucked dumb and drooling on my cock,”

You sob at this, your words slurring. “K-Kou, s’close—” His thrusts become short and fast, reaching deeper as your walls dragging along his cock deliciously. The way you’re needy heat is sucking him in leaves him breathless, his hips stuttering with effort as he struggles to go faster and faster and— 

Your walls flutter around his girth, clenching down and squeezing so tightly that he can’t help but arch his back, hands gripping your hips to bring you closer, the curve of your ass flush against his abs. He ruts into you harshly, trying to fuck you through your orgasm, and it’s the loud slapping of skin on skin that mixes perfectly with your lewd keens that have his dick spasming and finally sends him over the edge. 

For a moment, all he can hear are the heavy breathing as you both try to catch your breaths, skin slick and glistening with sweat, but then his ears perk up at the telltale whisper of footsteps shuffling. Somewhere, right outside the door, a broomstick topples over something, and he swears he can hear the hushed bickering of Atsumu and Kiyoomi. 

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[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

[gamebunny-advance]

So this is a long time overdue, but thanks so much for 800+ followers on @gamebunny-advance! I’m amazed that so many people can tolerate my nonsense at once, but I appreciate that y’all are sticking around!

We actually hit that milestone a while ago (maybe even last year), but since I got busy with Kuneho, I wanted to put it off until I could incorporate this into one of the streams, and that time is now!

As per usual for my milestone celebrations, I’m opening up doodle requests!

All you have to do is leave your request in my inbox! Since this is a follower celebration, I’d prefer only follower requests, but I’ll handle non-followers and anonymous requests on a case-to-case basis. If it’s something I want to draw, then I’ll go for it, but if you’re a rando with a random request, then ya best look elsewhere, contact me for a commission, or follow if you like what you see, and you can get in for the next milestone celebration! I do these every 100 follower milestone!

There’s just a few rules and notes about making requests to be aware of:

* Your request doesn’t have to be relevant to my interests. This is a celebration for y’all, so you don’t have to cater your requests to me~ I’ll draw for fandoms I don’t know about as long as it’s not morally abhorrent.

*No OCs unless you’re my mutual or one of my buddies (sometimes I’m not actually mutuals with my buddies for one reason or another. I still love you, but maybe the things you post about just don’t jive with me or the stuff I post doesn’t jive with you~ I know it’d be awkward to ask me to make sure, but I feel like you should know already if I like you ^o^)

*Keep it clean! No horny, or if it is horny, keep it subtle! Since I’m actually gonna be streaming this time, y’all better be on your best behavior!

*These are free doodles, so try not to get too caught up in the details~ Basically I’m spending an hour or less on each request~ If you want something more specific, feel free to hmu about commission info!

I think that’s it~ If I get any requests I’m uncomfortable with, then I’ll make a note about it!