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[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆SECOND HUNDREDTH CHANCES, D.W

summary. Dean breaks your heart, again. When he comes back to apologize, you know you’ll run right back to him.

warnings. angst, tiny bit of smut. Dean’s a toxic cunt in this. make up sex.

⭑.ᐟ two smut plots in one day… who am I?????? Please interact/follow and send requests if u have any! <3

word count. 1,2k

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You wake up to the feeling that something is about to happen. Your heart is heavy, it’s tight in your chest, it’s pounding. You’re sweaty, your palms almost sticking to each other. And soon enough you hear it. You hear the buzzing, the sound of heartbreak, of uncertainty. You don’t have to think about who it is- you know it’s him. It feels like hours pass before it comes to a stop. It’s only a minute later that it happens again.

And again.

And again.

Until you have no choice but to turn your phone off- but not before seeing that he’s left 6 voicemails. Voicemails you don’t want to listen to because nothing he can say will make it better. It won’t ease the ache, the hurt, the sadness you feel or the feeling of missing him so much you feel like you can’t breathe and you’re running out of air every time you allow yourself to even think about him.

Dean knows. He knows why you won’t answer, he knows you probably won’t listen to the messages he leaves you, and he’s almost glad because he’s embarrassed. He hates how vulnerable he is. How he can be- when he pours his heart out to you. Except he has to- because he wants you to know that he’s sorry. That he doesn’t mean to push people away, it’s just what he does even if it’s not fair to anyone around him.

You force yourself to go back to sleep. You know it won’t do any good because you have absolutely zero chances of falling asleep tonight, not really- not with him running in your mind like he belongs there.

He doesn’t. Not anymore.

If you could reach inside and pull him out yourself, you would.

You can’t help but wonder how he’s doing, though. Because heartbreak isn’t going to help falling out of love with him. It’s still Dean. It’s still the guy who hates flowers but gets you some every week because he knows you love them. Still the same man who would rather sacrifice his sleep to watch you, to make sure that you’re safe and sound even when you’re sound asleep next to him.

So, it doesn’t help. He’s still there like a stain you can’t get off. And you don’t think he’s going away anytime soon.

You do manage to fall asleep though. It feels like 5 minutes before a knock on your door wakes you up. Your eyes open in one swift motion, and you know exactly what’s waiting for you behind that door.

Rather, who’s waiting.

It’s heartbreak, love, anger, sadness, grief, all mixed up together. It’s Dean. You don’t have to see him to know- you feel his presence. He could be thousands of miles away, and you still would.

You pull yourself out of bed, but you don’t open the door. You don’t want to. Because you know that the moment he apologizes, you’ll run right back to him. And maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing- but you’re just so used to it, it’s exhausting.

For what feels like the millionth- another knock collides with your door.

And then a voice.

‘Please open the door, I know you’re in there.’ His voice is hoarse, like he’s been crying.

‘I need to talk to you, please. Please stop ignoring me.’ He’s desperate. He’s like a completely different person.

You hear him mumble, you’re pretty sure you can decipher a small ‘fine, I’ll just talk through the door then.’

‘Okay. Hear me out, alright?’ He takes a small pause, and you take a small step forward.

You wince when the wooded floor cracks under your steps.

‘I didn’t know what to do. I suck at this, clearly. Please just open the door, I want to see you.’

Silence. It cuts deep, it breaks his heart, he closes his eyes, bangs his head on the door.

‘I love you, okay? I’m begging you, talk to me.’

Dean doesn’t beg. He’s not one to crawl towards someone, or get on his knees til they bleed to make someone understand something, a point. But he would for you. He’d do anything.

Dean gives up. He figures, maybe you need more time, more space from him because he’s agonizing.

You hear him sigh, and soon enough he walks away.

You step forward hesitantly, before you swing the door open.

Dean turns back in an instant, he’s not that far. Maybe he’s too close,even. Because you can feel him, you can smell his cologne, you can see that he just shaved because his skin is smooth, and you can tell he cried because his eyes tell you that he did.

You regret opening the door the second you do, though. Because you see him, and it’s Dean. It’s your Dean. It’s the man that you love- and that’s when you know you’re fucked. Because you want to run into his arms, kiss him, pull him in, feel him everywhere, all across, from all over.

Dean’s even closer now, you can feel his breath, hear his heart beat fast for you.

The tension is thick, and he knows you’re about to give in. He sees the hunger in your eyes, he sees the anger too. And he plays with it. Not because he’s a bad person, but because he genuinely wants to be better for you, he just doesn’t know how to.

‘I hate you.’ You tell him, he can barely hear it, but he does.

‘I know.’

You want to punch him. You want to scream, lash out.

But you don’t.

Instead you pull his shirt, and crash your lips into his. There’s flames all around, it’s burning, it’s hot, because the anger’s too strong. It’s so strong that you step back, still attached to his lips, into your apartment.

Dean closes the door with his foot, while his hands travel. They explore as if they’ve never been there before.

‘I love you.’ You mumble against his lips, his flannel already on the floor, his shirt halfway taken off.

‘I know.’ He answers, pulling your sweatshirt over your head, and collapsing on the bed with you.

His mouth isn’t on yours anymore. It’s on your jaw, your neck, your ears, it travels down to your breast, your belly. Your core heats up, your thighs tighten together because it just can’t wait.

Dean looks at you as to ask. You give him permission, and soon enough your shorts are off.

You see stars, your voice goes hoarse because of the cries of pleasure. You pull at his hair, and you swear it feels like best make up sex you’ve ever had.

He’s not even inside you yet, and you already know it’s going to be.

Later, when you’re both sweaty and out of breath, your back turned to him, Dean stares at the ceiling.

‘I’m sorry.’ He looks at your bare back, and he hears you sigh. He knows it too well because it’s a sigh you let out every time he lets you down and builds you right back up again.

‘I know.’

You close your eyes, and even though you feel Dean’s chest touch yours, you don’t turn around, you don’t say anything else, because you know it’ll happen again, again and again.

But you wouldn’t dream of stopping it.

Because he’s still your Dean.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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Friction - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you're targeted by a violent stalker, Sam Wilson hires Bucky Barnes to guard you in an isolated safe house. This causes tension as you both get on each others nerves in an increasingly dangerous situation. But, you slowly come to realize you're more alike than you thought. Will it be too late when you finally let yourself trust him?

Word Count (for Part 1): 2.3k

Tags: Slowburn, reluctant attraction, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, bodyguard, hired to protect, fluff and angst, nightmares and comfort, eventual smut, reluctant attraction.

T/W: Some non-graphic depictions of violence, guns, eventual smut.

A/N: Hello. This will be just a few parts. I'm envisioning 5. Who knows though. Will be posted on my AO3 as well (linked here). Also, feel free to send short one-shot requests. I may not answer them all but if one inspires me, I'll write. Enjoy!

“If you keep staring at me, I’m going to sprint down the hill into oncoming traffic.”

“There is no oncoming traffic.”

“I’ll keep running until I find some.”

“Good luck.”

“Shut up.” You mutter, taking another swig of your coffee. Bucky Dumbass Barnes leans against the porch railing, watching you. You flip him off and he rolls his eyes, looking instead at the dirt road ahead.

The day is calm and cicadas are buzzing loudly. You draw your knees up to your chest as you watch the wind play with the grass, making it flatten and swirl into ever-changing circles.

It’s so incredibly boring out here, away from the city. There’s no coffee shops, or long walks down busy streets, or movie theatres. The lack of movie theatres hurts the most.

All you want to do is sit with people, too many people, anonymously sharing a laugh or a cry in a dark room. Free people don’t appreciate the amount of community that is shared within the walls of a theatre. The insight gleaned from hearing their murmurs to their friends about the attractiveness of the actors or the stupidity of the dialogue. You miss connecting with them and feeling, finally, like one of them. Anonymously. With the ability to leave afterwards, free to go about your business.

But now, all you do is watch the grass as Bucky watches you. Solely because of one stupid person with an obsession.

You chug the rest of your coffee and get up, limping past Bucky and letting the screen door slam behind you. He huffs, but you couldn’t care less.

The safe house has a rudimentary kitchen. Though, fancier than your own due to the coffee machine Sam brought as an apology for forcing you here. As you start another cup of coffee, you tap the counter with a finger. Sam said this would only be for a month. Just until they found out how He was tracking you. Then you could go back to your blissful anonymity in New York.

That is, if they could even find who He is.

That’s the flip side of the coin. You can disappear, until someone wants to find you. Then, it’s all that much easier for them to never appear to you at all, except when they want to.

The little voice in the back of your head whispers his name to you, but you close your eyes and silence it. He’s gone. He must be.

The coffee drips from the machine. It’s been overworked the past two weeks, both from you trying to cling on to whatever sense of normalcy you’ve cultivated outside of this house, and from Bucky trying to stay awake.

How long did Bucky say he was going to stay here for? Couldn’t have been more than a month. He’s always been sick of you within the hour in past missions. It’s a miracle he’s still around two weeks in. Once he’s decided he’s done, you can go back. Or when whatever Sam bribed him with is gone. And then, who else does Sam trust enough to know where the safe house is? He barely let you know. You’ll be going back in no time.

Sure, there’s a homicidal maniac after you, leaving traps that have caught you twice already and broken your leg both times, but now that you know his M.O. you can catch him. You’ve handled yourself before, who’s to say you can’t again?

The coffee machine beeps, and you take a sip from the cup. Your bad leg twinges, angry at supporting you for this long, and you grit your teeth. Your own body doesn’t believe in you. That’s a tough pill to swallow.

The screen door slams again as Bucky comes inside.

“There’s no more coffee.” You mutter, and he reaches into the cupboard by the door and pulls out a bag. Opening it, he comes over to the machine to refill, and you move gingerly out of the way. He doesn’t notice, or care, and continues.

“This is the last bag, though. We’ll have to go into town to get more.” He says to the coffee machine.

“I don’t think it’ll answer you.” You say.

“You don’t want me looking at you. I’m happy to grant that request.”

“I don’t want you watching me. That’s very different.”

“You’ll have to get used to me doing that.”

“Not for much longer.”

“Thank god. You’re the most irritating woman I’ve ever met. I don’t know who’s stalking you, but it must be the only person in the world who could put up with your bullshit.”

“At least someone can put up with mine. I don’t think anyone can handle this long with you.”

“I’m okay with not having a psycho leaving bombs on my doorstep.”

“My balcony. He left them on my balcony.”

“Touchey. Or however the fuck you say it.”

“Touché.”

He rolls his eyes, not answering you and instead methodically glancing over the sparse living room. After two weeks you know what he looks at. The boarded up back door, the windows with trip-wires stretched across the sills, the cameras blinking red and pointed at every egress point. If he wasn’t such an ass, you’d be impressed by the level of care he’s putting into his job. You know it’s just about the money, though. Money that’s quickly running out.

“How much did Sam pay for?”

“Coffee? Two months supply. You’ve been drinking it like the damned Energizer bunny, though.”

“No, your money. For your ‘services’, or whatever you call the peeping tom bullshit.”

He closes his eyes and sets his jaw. His neck muscle flexes beneath his collar. You’d think it was attractive if it wasn’t his jaw.

“That was one time. I knocked, and you didn’t answer. I told you to always answer. I didn’t ‘peep’ at anything, anyway.” He finally says after a minute of counting.

“You’re not my keeper.”

“For the next two weeks, I am. And then it some other poor idiots job to watch you.”

That makes you freeze, putting your coffee down.

“What?” You say, and he glances over at you.

“What, you want me to stay now?”

“No! What do you mean someone else will be watching me?”

“Well, if Sam and them don’t find Him, you’ll still need to stay here.” He’s talking slowly, as if talking to a particularly dumb child.

“That wasn’t the agreement. Sam said a month.”

“You’ll have to take that up with Sam. Besides, you want to go back there? Back to your apartment, that He knows about? Hell, He knows the security camera blindspots. And you want to waltz back in like everything is fine?” Now, he’s looking at you. You really hate it when he does that. He seems to always be studying you, picking you apart with his ice-cold eyes. It makes your heart jump into your throat.

You break the eye contact by looking into your coffee.

“I just want to go home.” You finally say into its dregs. You swallow the rest of it, putting it on the counter harder than you meant to. “I’m taking a shower. Try not to come in, weirdo.”

“Easy enough.” He mutters as you walk up the stairs.

- - -

That night, you’re running.

You don’t need to look behind you to know He’s there. You’re barefoot again, running on the rough cement of the lab, scraping your bare skin against the walls as you round the corners of the never-ending basement prison. The burn from your wounds is nothing to the one in your head. It’s making your vision blurry and your eyes red-hot, and you know he’s closing in on you.

Sprinting now, the lights behind you close one by one with an electric thud, like a giants footsteps getting closer to stomping on you by the second.

Thud. You’re blinking back fire. Thud. Your heart is giving out.

Thud. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine as he finally-

Crash. You startle awake, a scream still ripping through your throat. You grab the closest thing to you -another coffee cup- and throw it towards the door that just smashed open. It narrowly misses a barely clothed Bucky as he ducks backward.

“Fuck!” He shouts, “Don’t surprise the guy with a gun! Gun safety 101!”

You notice now that he is holding one, its metal nose glinting off the moonlight coming through the bent blinds. His steel fingers share the same gleam.

“Don’t break into a sleeping woman’s room!” Is the only thing you can manage to yell back, turning away from him to wipe hot tears from your face quickly.

“I think the fact you were screaming loud enough to wake the dead is reason enough to come in here! I told you to not lock this door, by the way, so the whole breaking and entering thing is your fault.” He barks.

“Shut up, Bucky.” You whisper.

“Is someone in here? Why were you screaming?” The floor creaks under him as he steps into the room, looking around the corners.

“No one is in here, just go back to bed.” You’re gripping the mattress now, trying to calm down. He’s not making it any easier as he stops to stand behind you. There’s a soft ting of a bullet hitting the ground as he uncocks the gun, but he doesn’t leave.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes I did.”

“I’m glad you know how to count.” You need to breathe. 1, 2, 3- shit. 1, 2- shit! Do you know how to count?

“There were two questions.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you almost think he’s left until he speaks again.

“Why do you insist on being so difficult?”

“Because I need to be.” You say breathlessly. Running a hand through your hair you stand up shakily, moving around the bed and going to the door. He’s standing in front of the doorway, not moving. In the dim light of the moon, the only part of him not shrouded in shadow is his metal arm. You try to avoid looking at it, knowing somewhere deep down that he hides it from you for a reason, with long sleeves even in the harshest sunlight. But the only other place to look is his chest or his face, which makes your cheeks feel hot even now. You settle on looking down at the bullet on the ground between you both.

“I need some water.” You murmur after a moment of him staring down at you.

“You need to answer me.”

“Please, Bucky.” You plead. Your defences fall for just a moment, but your lungs are starting to collapse. The world is starting to swim, and you’re not sure if its panic, tears, or the pain in your leg screaming at you to sit back down. Whichever one, you really don’t want Bucky to see it.

“Go back in bed. I’ll get it for you.” His voice is calm now. Quieter. Exhausted, the only answer you can manage is a nod, doing as you’re told and laying back down. You stare at the crack in the blinds and try to blink away tears as you listen to him rummaging in the kitchen.

He comes back too soon. He sets the glass on the nightstand behind you, but you don’t hear him leave. Sighing, you turn around, and finally look at him in the face.

His eyebrows are knit together, and as he looks at you, you can feel him studying you again. This time your stomach flutters.

You break eye contact again, sitting up and sipping the water quietly.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“Sorry for crashing in.”

“Sorry for screaming.”

“Not for the coffee mug?”

“I’ve been wanting to do that.”

You flick your eyes up at him, and you think for a moment you see a smile, but it quickly falls away once he looks in your eyes. You both look at each other for a second, two, three, before its his turn to break contact. He runs his metal hand through his tousled hair, glancing down at his gun, the bed, the window, anywhere but you.

“When I, hmm.” He takes a deep breath. “When I have a bad night, I have to ground myself.”

“Ground yourself? Like a naughty kid?”

“No.” He pinches the skin between his eyes. “My senses. Y’know. Five things I see, three things I hear, one thing I feel. Until I calm down.”

“Oh.”

“Are you still on edge?” He glances down at your free hand gripping the mattress. You loosen it.

“I guess.”

“Do you want me to stay in here?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to stay in here. To...watch over you.” He’s still looking away from you.

“Aren’t you already doing that? Hence the gun?”

He rolls his eyes.

“If you don’t want me to, I’ll just-”

“Yeah. If you can. Stay here, that is.” The permission comes from a part of you that you’ve shoved down. Or thought you shoved down. Now, it’s speaking from the middle of your throat, stealing any breath you have with it.

He finally looks at you again, then slowly nods.

“Okay. I can. Let me grab a blanket.” He walks out of the room, and you’re finally able to breathe again.

Laying back down, you try to ground yourself. You see the armchair across from the foot of your bed, the window, the bent blinds, the broken patch of ceiling above you, the barely touched glass of water on the nightstand. You hear the croon of an owl outside, the orchestra of a grasshopper, the creak of the floorboards as Bucky comes back in. Closing your eyes, you try to focus on sleep.

You feel Bucky’s warm hand brushing against your skin as he pulls your blanket up to cover you, leaving you cold when he moves away.

Your muscles relax as you hear him settle into the armchair. Inexcusably, your brain tells you, he calms you. Happily, your heart slows, letting you fall into a dreamless sleep.

[floralcyanide]

― ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴀᴠɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

headcanons of you being friends with Javi and it leading to something more in the future.

↝ pairing: Javier "Javi" Rivera / Gender Neutral!Reader

↝ warnings: SPOILERS FOR TWISTERS (2024), friends to lovers, kissing, innuendo, mentions of injury/ scarring

↝ word count: 1k

↝ author's note: this was requested by anonymous! thank you for the request, and for the others who have sent some in, I will be getting to to them soon! (: enjoy more Javi content ♡

masterlist ⋇ divider credit: @saradika | @cafekitsune

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

✲ You and Javi were thick as thieves all throughout school. You were those two best friends who stuck together no matter what came at you. Even when you harbored a major crush on Javi, you still remained his partner in crime. There wasn’t anything separating you two.

✲ The two of you went on to college together, even. Working in the same field, nonetheless. You meet Kate, Raveen, Addy, and Jeb in environmental science class. All of you worked together on a grand project that Kate had proposed. And the time came for you all to go out in the field and conduct the research.

✲ It goes horribly wrong very quickly. You ended up injured just like Kate, except you have a nasty scar on your arm instead. You, Javi, and Kate are the only ones who survived the ordeal, and after that, communication slowly comes to an end between the three of you.

✲ You lose touch with Javi when he leaves for the military. The storm changed him, and he wasn’t really the same after. Neither were you, but you still deeply cared about Javi and hated to see him go. You tried sending letters and even calling but to no avail.

✲ 5 years have passed, and you’re now an environmental science professor specializing in tornadic weather. You work closely with meteorologists for research purposes. You have written several essays, books, and even textbooks on weather phenomena. 

✲ It’s a normal day when you get a call from an unknown number. Usually, you don’t answer them, but this time something inside you said you should. Much to your surprise, it’s Javi. 

✲ “Hello?” you answer after accepting the call. “It’s so nice to hear your voice again.” a familiar voice says. “Javi Rivera? Is that you?” you immediately close your laptop, sitting in your office chair, nearly frozen in place. 

✲ Javi explains that the company he works for is trying to find a way to stop tornadoes or at least learn how they work, and they need your help. He tries to say you’re one of the best in the field. “Just one of the best, huh? Who else did you call before me?” “I’ll be honest, we called Kate. But she didn’t want anything to do with it.”

✲ You agree to meet with Javi to discuss the project further. The day comes for you to see Javi again, and you’re beyond nervous. But when you arrive at the cafe, and he’s sitting there, all that nervousness fades away and is replaced by those old feelings of butterflies. 

✲ After talking about the company’s ideas, you veer off-topic. You notice Javi staring at you with an expression you can’t quite put your finger on. “What is it?” you ask. “Nothing, I just didn’t expect you to be so much more beautiful now.” Javi smiles as a tinge of red dusts his cheeks at the confession. “Well, if it helps, I didn’t expect you to be more handsome, but I’ve always thought you were.”

✲ A deep conversation leads to both of you finding out you had liked each other all those years and even now. A considerable amount of time has passed, and you realize you must head home for work early the next morning. Javi walks you outside to hail a taxi, but before you climb inside the backseat, he grabs your face and kisses you. It’s sudden, and you aren’t expecting it, but you kiss back. It isn’t until the taxi driver honks his horn that you pull away. 

✲ “Let me know what you think, okay?” Javi says. “About you or chasing again?” you ask, a playful smile on your lips. “Both.” 

✲ Chasing with Javi knowing how you feel about each other is a little more nerve-wracking than it probably would have been if you hadn’t known. Especially since you feel the need to be in the truck with him every time you go somewhere or worry incessantly every time you go to put out the panels during a tornado. You’re afraid something is going to happen again.

✲ But it all fades away eventually. You succeed in the project and are able to create an early-warning system and have enough data to possibly get rid of tornadoes all together. You and Javi decide to go on a proper date after everything settles. 

✲ It’s a simple picnic out in the fields of Oklahoma, but you don’t mind. It’s where everything started with you and Javi, anyway. You thought you’d never come back here, yet here you are. “Can I say something?” Javi asks suddenly after a few minutes of silence. He stares at the clear sky for a moment before turning to you, “I’m sorry I left you behind here. And I’m sorry I never reached out while in the military. I just didn’t know when I’d be coming home or if I’d be coming home, actually.” “I understand, Javi. You don’t have to apologize.” “I kept your letters. I got them all, and I still have them.” 

✲ Javi is taken by surprise when you lean in and return the kiss he gave you weeks ago back in the city. But he kisses back, of course. “I’m glad you kept them, Javi. I just wish you would have at least responded to one,” you chuckle. 

✲ The two of you end up working side-by-side on the project to take down tornadoes once and for all. Your relationship blossoms as you get to know each other all over again. Javi treats you like royalty, always running to open the car door for you, drawing your baths, and cooking you dinner. He always ensures you’re taken care of and makes up for lost time.

✲ Oh, there’s a lot of making up, for sure. Sometimes, you have to sneak into a storage closet at work to compensate. It’s for all those times you and Javi thought about doing something about your attraction yet never did. But there’s the rest of your lives now.

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UNDERTALE ASK BLOG - PRESENTATION (2024 UPDATE)

Hello! I’m Myfanwi, 27 years old and adoptive parent of two chinchillas, Thor and Mjöllnir. I have ADHD and I'm currently struggling to have my autism diagnosis.

I’m a French writer (she/they, I don’t care), so my English might be weird sometimes, but I’ll do my best. I’m currently looking for a job in France, and failing it a lot.

I started this blog on February 3rd 2021, and we're still here and active. I'm taking Undertale (canon and AU) headcanon requests from people and answering them with my characters.

The askbox is always open so don't hesitate to participate!

I also write Undertale French fanfiction here and here.

1 - You can ask whatever you want, except heavy sexual things. If I'm not comfortable with an ask, I will say it. You can send as many asks as you want. The askbox is always open, I don't close it.

2 - I’m ok with angst and touchy subjects. I’m also very very LGBT+ friendly (I’m aroace and enby btw).

3 - I don’t do match-ups except during some rare events. I don't do RP interactions (= answering people asking things to the characters directly), only headcanons (= writing things ABOUT the characters).

4 - Please, select a maximum of 12 characters per ask. The character list is right under this section. By default, if not mentioned, I’ll go with the main skeletons: Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, Horrortale, Swapfell & Fellswap Gold Sans & Papyrus.

5 - You can ask for interactions between several of my characters too, even if they are from different alternative universes. For convenience, they are magically all living in the same world. You can have more info right here [The link is coming soon, I'm reworking on it].

6 - I'm fine with personal questions and asks about my fanfictions too!

7 - Fanarts and fanfiction are welcome. Don't hesitate to tag me so I can reblog your art!

8 - If you find a spelling mistake, don't hesitate to point it out. I prefer these comments on recent posts, as I have more than 2000 posts on my blog and can't physically review them all.

Click on a name to get more info about the character!

If there's no link attached to a character's name, please refer to this old post for a small description. The character sheets are currently being rewritten, but it takes time.

Undertale : Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Undyne, Alphys, Frisk (Adult), Chara (Adult), Mettaton, Gaster, Grillby, Muffet, Burgerpants, Asriel, Flowey, Gerson.

Underfell: Sans (Red), Papyrus (Edge), Undyne (Storm), Alphys (Amy), Grillby (Ash)

Underswap: Sans (Blue), Papyrus (Honey), Undyne (Abigail), Alphys (Savage)

Horrortale: Sans (Oak), Papyrus (Willow), Toriel (Old Lady), Grillby (Ember)

Horrorswap: Sans (Nugget), Papyrus (Pumpkin)

Horrorfell: Sans (Copper), Papyrus (Chief)

Horrorswapfell: Sans (Bear), Papyrus (Tiger)

Swapfell: Sans (Nox), Papyrus (Rus)

Fellswap Gold: Sans (Wine), Papyrus (Coffee)

Outertale: Sans (Moon), Papyrus (Sun)

Dancetale: Sans (Rambo), Papyrus (Salsa)

Dancefell: Sans (Rumba), Papyrus (Tango)

Farmtale: Sans (Sam), Papyrus (Ben)

Mafiatale: Sans (Demon), Papyrus (Creeper)

Mafiafell: Sans (Fang), Papyrus (Torpedo)

Other skeletons: Ink, Error, Disbelief!Papyrus (Delta), Dustale!Sans (Dune) - Killer!Sans (Killer)

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FANFICTIONS

Completed - The Doppelganger [Underfell & Horrortale] | Out of the closet [Undertale] | 7 a.m. in the neighborhood [Undertale]

In progress - Horrortale: Rotten Apple [Horrortale] | What is best for humankind [Undertale prequel] | No weakness [Underfell] | Remember the good days [Undertale] | A heart in a cage [Undertale]

[brooooswriting]

For Sam maybe that Sam and R were dating before Sam left. Over the time that Sam was gonna R and Tara have gotten close (in a sister way) and hang out a lot so when R heard Tara got attacked she immediately rushed to the hospital and stayed there with her. Then Sam came with Richie. Maybe R could also be related to Sidney cuz I never really see Prescott R. And just scream 5 with some cute moments between Sam and R and at the end they kiss and Sam asks R to forgive her and that she still loves R

Five fucking years

Sam Carpenter x reader

Tara Carpenter x reader (platonic)

A/n: so this is a lot, but hey I hope you like it. And send requests for Jenna and her characters and Melissa and Sam or Vanessa

“We will get through this” was probably the sentence you’ve said the most five years ago to 13 year old Tara.

Four years ago you it turned to “we will be okay”

It then turned into “we will be fine without her” and then “let’s never talk about her again” and while the last one didn’t quite work the rest did. After she left you, you and Tara fell into a deep hole. Miss Carpenter never said anything about it, never really grieved and wasn’t there for Tara as she had to go through all this pain. So you had to stay strong for the girl, over the time that you and Sam had a relationship you grew really fond of Tara and her friends. They were little idiots, uncoordinated, chaotic and loud but they were really nice. By now Tara referred to you as her sister, when people asked who you were she always answered “family” and you believe that it was her way to cope with the whole thing and due to the fact that you didn’t really have somebody except Sam back then, it did make you feel better too. So you also always said that she was family too.

You were on your way to meet Tara at their house when you got a call from her. “Y/n, he’s here” she cried into the phone making you flinch and adjust the volume. “Who’s here T?” You asked calmly hoping to calm her too, “ghostface. He wants to kill me, I think he’s inside” your heart stopped before your foot pressed down on the pedal until it touched the ground. “I’ll be there in 5, go lock yourself up somewhere. Did you already call the police?” The only answer you received was a scream and then the line went dead. You tried to call her back several times but she never picked up, so you called the police and drove even faster.

“Tara” you screamed as you went inside, even tough the police told you to wait outside. “Tara where are you” you walked in the kitchen where you found ghost face standing over her pulling the bloody knife out of her body and turning towards you. “Get away from her motherfucker” you called out and tackled him to the ground. After a short wrestle he pushed you on to your back and climbed on top of you before stabbing you two times and slicing up your upper arm. As soon as you hears the police sirens he was gone. “Tara” you got out the best you could as you sat up to look after her, she still had a pulse making you relax just a tad as she was sobbing next you. “You’ll be okay, we will be fine” you mumbled as the police and the doctors came inside.

You always dreaded this day, and you had hoped that it would never come but after all you did live in woodsborrow and you were Sydney’s niece. And now? Now somebody you love got hurt because of you. You sat next to Tara’s bed, your wounds already patched up and theoretically you should have stayed in bed but you couldn’t leave the girl alone after what happened. “Hey, you’re alright” you mumbled to her as she woke up, your hand holding hers. “Are you okay?” She asked as she saw your arm, ��I’m fine, he got some small hits but hey.” She grinned before her face turned completely serious “but for real, thank you. You acted like a real big sister today, you didn’t even think about leaving, you just saved me” your heart broke for the smaller girl. “Because you deserve it and a) I am your bigger sister and b) don’t think about her alright? She didn’t deserve you” you comforted her the best you could. “ and You took it like a damn champ” you joked as her friends came in, all of them immediately swarming her asking if she’s alright and what had happened. You talked for a while until the door opened again, your and Tara’s heart sinking when you saw who stepped inside.

“Tara, are you alright?” She immediately asked and went to her bed. She wanted to take her hand but then saw that it was already taken and that was the time she noticed you, her eyes falling to your arm and then the bandages on your stomach, “are you al…” she started but you shook your head. “Don’t” was the only thing you said, Tara squeezing your hand in a comforting manner. Sam greeted all of Tara’s friends before turning to the man behind her, you only get noticed. “This is Richie, my boyfriend” your heart broke a second time that day, “I gotta go. I’ll be close thou. Call me if you need anything” you mumbled to Tara who nodded, “Tara’s tired, we should all go” Amber said, all of them were nodding and leaving the room, “not you Sam” Tara said.

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“I was so scared” she cried out while Sam carefully stroked her cheek, “and when he attacked y/n, it got even worse” Sam frowned and kissed her sisters forehead, helping her calm down.

Later they fell asleep while Richie sat on a chair in the corner, you checking on them every now and then, you couldn’t stand being in the same room as them.

“T, honey, I’ve gotta get checked up. I’ll come by afterwards again, alright?” You mumbled so you’d only wake her. “Yeah, thanks for staying even tough, you know, all of this” it made you chuckle, “obviously, you’re my sister” you grinned and placed a kiss on her forehead before leaving.

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“Get the fuck out” you could hear Tara’s voice emerge from the room, causing you to throw the door open and step in. “You should go Sam” your voice was cold making her freeze, “y/n” she started but you shook your head. “Leave the girl alone, you’ve done it for the last five years so continue for a while” you brushed past her, sitting on Tara’s bed and wrapping her up in your arms. The older carpenter sighed and went outside. She pulled you outside, “I gotta do something, so you gotta look after Tara. Don’t let her out of your sight and make sure she” you laughter interrupted her, giving you the option to speak up. “Do you really wanna tell me how to look after T? It’s what I’ve been doing the last 5 fucking years Sam and we got through life just great, so why don’t you take your boy toy and go back to where ever the hell you came from?” Your voice was harsh and you could see her flinch, you used to be very chill, never really aggressive and always looking for solutions. “Y/n” she started again but you only shook your head, “I thought you said you had to do something” you turned and walked back to Tara’s room.

“What did she say honey?” You asked as you sat on her bed, hugging her to your chest. “She… she’s billy loomis daughter, that’s the reason she left. My mom had an affair and now after 5 years she’s putting all of this on me” a grumble left your lips, your anger bottled up inside you to give Tara the comfort she needed. “I’m very sorry to hear that” she hugged you closer, soaking up the comfort and warmth you had to give. “How are you feeling with Sam being back?” She asked into your chest which suddenly started to hurt, “I’m fine” was the only thing you said making her giggle. “I’m not 13 anymore, be honest. I know that you can’t feel fine” it was crazy how mature she got, “I don’t feel fine, it’s crazy. She left, she didn’t even break up with me, she ghosted me and now she’s coming here with this dude and she’s acting like you three are family” you sighed, blinking the tears away. “You’re my family” was the only thing Tara mumbled before falling asleep.

After some time you decided to wander around the hospital for a bit, your legs were sore from sitting and you were bored. You’ve been gone for about 15 minutes when you got a text from Mindy

“There’s a whole lot of police around Wes house”

And then the lights suddenly turned off. Without a second thought you sprinted towards Tara’s room to find her gone. Then a sudden scream leading you the way. “Oh, you” you grumbled when you saw Sams boyfriend in front of the younger carpenter. “Yeah, Sam called me to look after Tara” he explained still holding where Tara hit him, “I’m capable of doing that myself” you said checking the corridors for a masked killer. “Oh really? Why weren’t you with her then?” You were about to open your mouth when the brunette spoke up, “don’t you dare” it was directed towards him, he held up his hands and backed away.

He walked a bit behind which was why you didn’t immediately notice him being thrown to the ground and knocked out, you only noticed when you were being pulled away from the wheelchair. “Run” is the only thing you got out before your back made harsh contact with the ground, knocking the air out of your longs. He was quickly on top of you stabbing you again before standing up and walking towards Tara. You could hear her whimper and sob, you could hear Richies heavy breathing and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Then you heard him talk, “come on Sam, choose. Tara or Richie, I mean poor y/n is already out isn’t she? You left the poor girl behind like she was nothing and that’s what she’s always been to you” you tried to somehow get to Tara but there was no way you could stop him, he’d only get angrier.

The ding from the elevator was like being saved by the gong. The ding was quickly followed by gunshots and a thud, ghostface laying on the ground. Sam immediately went for Tara while Dewy came for you, “get him” you mumbled your heart pointing towards the man but Dewy hesitated and looked towards Sam. You were his best friends niece, you kinda were family and leaving you behind wasn’t that easy for him. Sam nodded, “take Richie with you” and even tough you just said the same thing it hurt a lot more when she said it. “No, NO! I’m not leaving without her. Don’t. Take y/n” Tara screamed with every bit she still had but you only shook your head. “I’ll be fine. It’s what I told you the last five years, isn’t it?” You smiled and watched them each carry them to the elevator, your eyes slowly closing.

You could hear the elevator door open again and somebody stepping out, you opened your eyes a bit to see Dewy in front of the masked killer, his gun held up to its head. You noticed ghostface getting the upper hand and getting ahold of the gun. You didn’t know where the sudden energy came from but you jumped up and tackled dewy into the elevator catching the bullet that was meant for him. “Fuck” you mumbled out as the bullet went through your arm and the doors closed. Tara let out a relieved sigh while dewy started to lecture you.

Your wound were being tamed in the lower parts of the hospital while the police searched upstairs. Even tough you were short you were allowed to go before Tara. “We gotta talk” you said as you entered her room, the nurse leaving you to talk. “They are gonna take you away, and I can’t do anything. Richie is threatening with a lawyer and I legally don’t have any say in the matter where you go or don’t go” you explained to her, tears streaming down your face and now, hers too. “What? You can’t leave me with them” she cried out causing you to hug her. “I’m not, you’ll go with them and once I figure out who this asshole is and once he’s done, I’ll come get you. Unless you’re happy there, it’s okay if you wanna stay with them then” you said and kissed her forehead a couple of times. “Promise you will come and get me?” You smiled and held out your pinky, “I pinky promise that I won’t leave you like she did. Ever” you kissed her head again before parting. “Where are you going now?” She asked making you chuckle, “Amber is having a party and I’m in desperate need of alcohol. I have a lot to process and if I don’t leave I won’t let them go without you” you chuckled with tears in your eyes. You’d get her back but it still hurt to let her go. “Then don’t let them take me” you sighed, “I can’t stop them, but I’ll come get you. 5 days maximum alright? I’ll come and get you and then we will get Mindy, Chad, liv and Amber and we will leave. Go wherever you want, meet Sydney in her cabin or move to Alaska. Wherever you wanna go” she smiled, “I wanna move to New York” she said with a small nod. “New York it is” you said your goodbye before leaving her room, walking into the lobby, where Sam, Richie, Gale and Sidney were talking. “Syd” you called out running up to hug her, “y/n. God are you okay?” She asked as she held you tight when you parted Gale immediately hugged you. “Thanks for saving Dewy, even though he didn’t chose to save you” she mumbled into your ear causing you to pull back, “he chose me, somebody else just didn’t” you explained with a shrug. “Well, we were just getting to know Sam carpenter” your aunt explained, “don’t get used to her, she’s very quick when it comes to leaving” you told her, looking shortly at Sam who was rolling her eyes. “That was uncalled for” was her response but you only shrugged, “I guess it depends who you ask” you hugged Gale And syd goodbye. “Where are you going?” Sam asked making you laugh, “your neither my girlfriend nor my mom so non of your business” you said and walked out leaving the four of them behind. It was the moment where Sidney connected all the dots, that Sam was your ex girlfriend who ghosted you, Richie her new boyfriend and that you were pissed. As she was about to say something a nurse came up to them, “Miss Carpenter, we need you upstairs” Sam nodded and followed while Richie excused himself to get the car.

The older woman signed some things before walking into her sisters room where she sat on a chair next to her. “Can I ask you something?” Tara nodded a bit hesitant, “how did you guys do the last 5 years? I know that’s a stupid question but I need to know” It was silent for a moment. “I was 13 Sam, without a dad and with a mom who was always working, who didn’t care about her child. So y/n took care of me, she became my family, pulled me out of my depression. I just wish I would have been old enough to take care of her too, but I wasn’t. So Sara did it” she answered, her voice cracking while talking. “Sara?” Tara sighed, “your friend? Or better said ex friend. She took care of y/n, still does” Sams eyebrows furrowed. “Did they…? Are they? She’s always been flirting with y/n even when we were together” a shrug followed the question. “She doesn’t like to talk about it, so we don’t. Just like we don’t talk about you”

After some silence Tara was brought into the car while Gale and Sidney wanted to talk to Sam. “I’m not gonna play bait. I’m gonna get my sister and my boyfriend to safety. It’s my job” Sydney laughed at her. “Really? Wasn’t it your job to keep them safe 5 years ago too?” “Syd” Gale interrupted her but she shook her head, “because if I remember it right you left them. You left your sister and girlfriend without a word. You sent them through hell. Don’t think that this is gonna erase everything” Sam scoffed before walking to the car.

“Sam, I need my inhaler. I don’t know where it is. I only have one at ambers house” Tara said, causing a argument to break out. “Fine, what’s the address?” Richie said when they finally decided to drive to Amber.

You were at the party, you were taking shots with Chad in honor of Wes, you watched him fuck up with Liv, you smoked weed with Mindy and finally met Sara on the couch in the living room where you sat on her lap, rambling about whatever in your drunk and high state. “Everybody out! The party is over” someone screamed and turned on the lights, the voice making you freeze, Richie. “Party is over. Get out” sams voice came from behind you cashing you to sigh as Sara tapped your thigh, signaling you to stand up. “Want me to drive you home?” She asked as you stood in front of the older carpenter, her hand on your waist. “No, Im going home with Mindy and Chad. Wanna make sure they get home safe” you mumbled to her, she nodded and kissed the corner of your lips before rounding the couch. “Samantha” her cold voice said, “Sara” was mumbled in response. As soon as she was out of earshot she turned to you, “really? Her? Real mature” you shook your head and walked away, trying to find Chad.

You walked around the house for a bit but no sign from the boy, so you returned to the living room where you found Sam hovering over a bloody Mindy. “What the fuck Sam” you yelled, pushing her away from the younger girl to press onto the wounds. “It’s you isn’t it? Is this why you are back?” Your heart hurt when you thought about the possibility that it was her, but after all she was gone for 5 years and now suddenly reappears. “Come on y/n, you know me. You know that I wouldn’t hurt you or Tara” she tried to calm you, taking her focus of Mindy. “Really? Because if I remember right you did hurt us 5 years ago and I don’t believe that I know you anymore” before she could say anything Tara and Amber and Richie came from another room. “Mindy” Amber called out, pushing Tara behind her in a protective manner, “Tara and I were together the rest of you was on your own” after some more bickering about who the killer might be Liv entered the room, covered in blood. “Why are you covered in blood? Are you alright?” You asked her, still crouching next to Mindy. “I-I found-Chad he-he’s” Sam gasped, while Richie spoke up “it you. You’re the killer” Liv started to curse at all of you while Amber tried to calm her down, “I’m not the fucking killer” she cursed out and suddenly Amber laughed out, “I know. Welcome to act three” she pulled out a gun and shot Liv causing you to gasp in surprise.

She then pointed the gun towards you, Sam and Richie. Without a second thought you grabbed Sams hand and pulled her into the kitchen where you started to look for knives. The moment you got one somebody grabbed you and pulled you down the stairs to the basement. “What are you doing? We gotta get Tara” you cursed the couple out as you reached the bottom of the stairs, “how well do we really know Tara? Come on Sam you’ve been gone for a while and there are always two killers. She’s her best friend” you shook your head with a small laugh, in that moment you had to refrain yourself from becoming a killer. “Do whatever you want. I’m gonna go safe my sister” Sam looked at you walk away, “I’m gonna go too. You can stay here” she told him and followed you, quickly grabbing a knife too. “Oh, look who decided to join” you didn’t even look at her as you made fun of her, “I’m sorry for what happened Y/n” you rolled your eyes as you kept wandering around the house. “Let’s not do this, you go whatever you wanna do and then fuck off again. I’m gonna go look for Tara” you were about to part from her when she grabbed your wrist, “we are not splitting up, that would be stupid. We are both gonna look for her, together” you just nodded. You could have argued but it wouldn’t lead to anything and you’d only take longer to find the girl.

While you were looking for Tara you could hear a gunshot and some screaming. You opened a closet door where you found her tied down, “T” you mumbled moving to untie her feet while Sam untied her hands and pulled the tape off her mouth. “You stay hidden” you told her with a strict voice leaving no room for discussion. “You do too” Sam told you causing you to shake your head, “no, definitely not” it was a back and forth until you finally agreed that Sam would go outside and you’d wait to use the moment of surprise. “Be cautious when it comes to Richie, something’s wrong with him” you told her causing her to roll her eyes. “Real mature” was only mumbled in response before she exited the room just to see Richie and Sidney being thrown over railing.

It turned out that Richie was in fact the killer, together with Amber they captured Sidney, Gale and Sam in the kitchen as Amber went to look for Tara and you. “She’s gone” you could hear Ambers voice, you figured that she was talking about Tara but it meant that Richie was now downstairs alone. You gave the brunette a sign, which made her pick up the phone and call him.

“So what’s your favorite scary movie” the typical ghost face voice came out of the speaker confusing Richie. “You think this is funny? I’m gonna slice you open” he was distracted enough for you to act. You grabbed a saucepan and hit him on the back of the head knocking him out shortly.

By now Amber was back downstairs, Sid and Gale overpowering her. Setting her on fire and stabbing her. Richie was back to consciousness fighting with Sam. You were putting pressure on Gales wound when you heard Richie talk, “god Sam, you’re so stupid. You let me convince you that your sister and y/n were the killers and you were so heartbroken over this loser that it was way to easy to fuck you. That’s all I had to do because you would have taken anyone just to get over lovergirl anyway” you were about to move and help her when you saw her stab him through the jaw. She then flipped him over and kept stabbing him around 22 times. “Nobody messes with my family” she said as she stood up, shooting him in the head after Sidney walked to her. “You always gotta shoot them in the head” she explains. You all walked towards them, happy that it was over. You stood next to her, her pinky reaching out to wrap around yours causing you to blush. A scream came from your right, but was quickly stopped when a gun shot followed. Tara stood with her crutches, “you were a shitty friend” you both immediately ran towards her, engulfing her into a hug. “I’m never letting you go” you laughed into her hair causing her to laugh too.

Twenty minutes later you sat between Sidney and Gale wrapped in a blanket. “Can I talk to you?” Sam asked as she crouched down in front of you, you really really wanted to say no but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say it, so you nodded and stood up following her behind the ambulance. “I know you probably don’t wanna hear it but just this once let me explain and if you don’t wanna see me after that then I’ll never look for you again and I’ll leave Tara with you” it caused you to nod hoping that you’d be able to forgive her, you missed her. “After I found out who my dad is I went feral and I know that you know that, you were there for me through it all and looking back I regret not just talking to you but back then I was just mad at my mum and the world and when I realized how much I hurt you I decided that it’d be better not to ask you to come with me. I left without you hoping that you’d get over me and I thought that it wouldn’t be too hard for you to let me go. But I never thought about how much you do actually loved me. And I also couldnt let go of you, you were always on my mind. You’re still my lock screen and while Richie said a lot of shit today he was right about one thing, I could never let you go. No matter how hard I tried. And I guess what I’m trying to say is that I still love you and I want you back, I’ll do whatever you want to make it up to you. I want a Family, I want you me and Tara to move away, hell, let’s take Chad and Mindy with us and get away from all the things that happened here, please” she was rambling and begging by now, tears flooding her eyes. It was cute and 100% genuine. “Tara wants to move to New York” was the only thing you said before throwing yourself into her arms and kissing her. The people around you were applauding and awe-Ing making you break away to hide your blush in her neck. “Let’s go with Tara” she wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you into the ambulance with Tara. Your hand stroking her head while sams held her hand. “So New York?” Tara asked as the ambulance door closed, causing all three of you to laugh.

You finally got your family together.

[minijenn]

Aftter a very lengthy time, I am finally open for writing and art commissions again!

As per usual, feel free to send me a PM through any of the above channels to request yours! Also, bear in mind that all payments will be processed over PayPal and that that all commissions must be paid full price up front before I will start working on them. Also generally all prices are negotiable but I will uphold to the above prices mostly (though the line is blurred a little for the bigger projects)

As for what I’ll draw, basically here’s that list:

Art Commissions:

Universe Falls stuff (regular, AU, hypothetical stuff, you name It and I’ll pretty much do it (with some exceptions of course)

Stuff for these fandoms:

Gravity Falls

Steven Universe

Owl House

Amphibia

Kingdom Hearts (extra cost, see above) (also includes Keys to the Kingdom based art)

Legend of Zelda (extra cost, see above) (also includes Shades of the Sea based art)

Disney (Any of their animated movies fit, also Pixar)

Other Nintendo franchises (Mario, Animal Crossing, Metroid, ect.)

(anything outside this stuff… I’m not very likely to have any talent in drawing, so be aware)

Expect pretty much anything to be in my usual styles, as seen above, unless you have a specific request for a different style (which could cost a little extra, depending on how challenging it is)

The most characters you can request in a colored character sketch is 6 (there is no character limit for uncolored)

I will draw character death/blood/violence/gore/ect but not in an explicit manner

Here’s what I won’t draw:

NSFW (like at the very most I’ll draw a kiss tbh)

Ships I don’t support (and if you ask for one of these, I’ll let you know if I won’t go for it)

Fandoms/crossovers I’m not familiar with

I do reserve the right to reject or accept requests based on personal reasons!

Writing Commissions

These are pretty much only gonna be for drabbles and oneshots and the prices are as follows: 

$10 per 500-1000 word drabble 

$20 per 1000 word oneshot

+$5 per every 500 words over that base 1000 (max I’ll do is 5000 words)

As for the kinds of writing commissions I’ll be taking, basically any theme/AU/prompt goes, but keep in mind I’ll only be writing for these three things:

Universe Falls (this includes all of its AUs)

Kingdom Hearts/Keys to the Kingdom (includes AUs as long as I’m familiar with them/comfortable writing for them)

Legend of Zelda (any game/includes AUs)

And as for the rules of these writing prompts, they’re as such:

I won’t write any sort of porn/smut/lemon, other gross stuff

I won’t write for any ship I’m not familiar with/comfortable with

I won’t write anything with any non-canon OCs in it, sorry fam, they’re yours, not mine

Any and all tones are allowed, from teeth-rotting fluff to the angstiest of angsts

Be as specific as possible when requesting a writing prompt, just so I can make sure I’m giving you what you want (i.e. include a brief blurb of a plot you want me to tackle, or if you don’t have one in mind, a quote or a prompt works too! Heck, even just a character interaction you might want to see me take on is fine)

Lengths are negotiable, everything here is by a case by case basis 

Again, I do reserve the right to reject or accept requests based on personal reasons!

Feel free to forward any questions you may have my way! As mentioned before, please send commission requests via PM please!

Commissions will likely remain open for the next week, depending on how many I end up getting. Very excited to see what ya'll have me draw/write this time around ^_^

[stevenose]

𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚛!

i will be moving soon and am in need in some help with expenses!! so, i am accepting donations via my ko-fi. if you donate, you can receive a fic or blurb in return for helping a poor cowgirl out! any little bit will help!

𝚑𝚘𝚠 ����𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜:

⭐️ head over to my ko-fi and select a donation. donations are set to $5 increments.

$5-$10 - 500 word blurb for character + kinks* of your choice

$15 - 1,000 word fic for character + kinks* of your choice

$20 - 1,500 word fic for character + kinks* of your choice

$25 - 2,000 word fic for character + kinks* of your choice

*excluding kinks i won’t write, all listed in my navigation (pinned post). if you have any questions or need clarification please feel free to send me an ask! I am open to writing darker fics as well. if you submit a fic request that contains any of the kinks in my bio, i will not write it and you will have to send in another idea.

⭐️ your fic does not have to be smut! it can be angst, fluff, hurt/comfort etc. you can also donate twice for two fics. for example, if you send $30, you’ll get a 2,000 word fic + a 500 word blurb (or whatever variation you'd like!).

⭐️ once you’ve donated, please DM me with the first name attached to the donation. i’ll then send you a quick google form where you can fill out all the details for your fic!!

✨ you can expect your fic to be returned to you within 3 weeks of donation date! smaller fics (500-1,000 words) will be returned sooner. this may be faster, but trying to set expectations! i put a lot of thought and heart into these fics so they may take some time to write.

⭐️ i’ll write for steve harrington x reader (and any variation of him, including au’s I've written) - but if you have another idea, let me know and i may make an exception!

right now there are 5 slots are open for all tiers, with the potential to open up slots again as i finish the initial ones. i’ll edit the very top of this post when i am not taking any more at all, no matter the tier. if this post says there are still slots open for them, there are!

i always appreciate you all very much, as well as your support, whether that be via a donation or a reblog!!

4/5 slots filled

[ravenromanova]

My Shining star

Pairings: Insecure Bucky x Healer Female reader

Summary: You’re the official healer for the Avengers. When Steve comes in begging you to heal Bucky you immediately say yes… But Bucky is hesitant (giving you guys a lil something before my next post)

word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Ptsd, talk of torture, Mentions of abuse and blood, (not really a warning but soft bucky 🥹 ik we all love him)

Main masterlist - Send me requests!!!

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Ever since you joined the team 5 years ago you’ve been the north star to light the way. You were originally brought on as Bruce Banners second hand, But quickly became the teams personal healer. They figured out you had healing powers when one day Tony came in carrying Morgan who was in tears. He told you she had cut her finger on a piece of metal and wanted you to see how bad it was.

When you walked over to her you saw her puffy eyes and her snot filled nose. You held her hands and told her to take some deep breath with you. Once you two fell into a rhythm you saw a orange-ish glow emit from your hands. Before you could comprehend what had happened her cut was healed.

You dropped Morgan’s hands and freaked out looking at Tony and Bruce. They both looked at Morgan’s finger and saw that the cut was completely gone. Bruce asked you if that had ever happened before, and you said no. They proceeded to ask you about your family and if you knew of anyone who had powers, again you said no.

Eventually after they calmed you down they asked if they could run some tests to see what it could be. After a shit ton of tests and long nights you three finally found and answer. Biotherapeutic Manipulation was what your power was. Unfortunately you have no idea where it came from but, it’s assumed it’s a gene in your family that lies dormant.

That was two years ago and ever since then you’ve been the official team healer. Everyone comes to you for your healing powers along with them just loving being around you. The team loved having you around because you were just a ray of light.

No matter how hard you’ve been working. No matter what’s been going on in your personal life you were always happy. So it was a no brainer when Tony asked you to move into the compound. You accepted the offer with the brightest smile. And within a week you were moved onto the same floor with Steve, Sam and Bucky.

A few months went by and you got a lot closer with everyone on the team. Well everyone except Bucky. He was never a man of many words to begin with, But since you joined he was even more silent. He also never let you heal him. Bucky claimed that the serum would do it and that he didn’t need it.

So for months now when everyone else comes into the lab to get healed…Bucky without fail will tell you he’s fine.

You didn’t really think anything of it until he came back from a mission really beat up. He had three stab wounds, and at least two gunshot wounds as well. Steve brought him into the lab begging you to heal him. And again without fail he told you he was fine and that the serum would fix it for him.

“you’re not fine Bucky! you are profusely bleeding and you’re lucky you have passed out yet” You say a little annoyed at the super soldier.

“i will heal in a few hours y/n really i don’t need it” He continues to protest and Steve just sighs.

“Punk let her heal you ok? you can’t keep refusing when you’re seriously hurt” Steve tried to coax him into letting you heal his friend.

Bucky just shakes his head in response and You and Steve just sigh. It takes you a second to come up with an idea. Once the lightbulb goes off you give Steve a look that tells him to leave.

“i’ll give you guys a minute” He says as he leaves the lab with a nod and you walk back over to Bucky.

“why won’t you let me heal you?” The question is laced with concern as it leaves your lips.

“i don’t des- need it.” He switches he word choice thinking you won’t notice but of course you do.

Suddenly everything makes sense. Why he doesn’t talk. Why he trains alone. Why he doesn’t let you heal him. It’s all because he think he doesn’t deserve good things.

“Bucky- do you think you don’t deserve to be healed?” You ask as you slowly reach for his metal hand. He’s hesitant but he lets you hold it as he looks up at you.

His blue eyes meet yours and you can feel the sadness in them. Bucky slowly nods his head at your question. Your heartbreaks and this realization.

“Well that’s just not true. You deserve it just think the rest of the team does” You simply state trying to ease him into it.

“No i don’t. Not after everything i’ve done. I don’t deserve your kindness or your healing” He protests shaking his head and you grab his face and make him look at you.

“Listen to me very carefully James. You deserve good things. okay? You are a good person. And before you try to use your past to say you don’t. Let me ask you something. Did you ask to be taken by hydra?” You ask already knowing the answer but needing him to respond.

He shakes his head no at your question.

“Okay now did you ask to be turned into the winter soldier?” You question again as you drop your hands from his face.

He shakes his head again.

“Now lastly.. Did you ever ask to do what they made you?” The words are softer coming out this time.

Bucky shakes his head no and looks at you.

“Then it’s not your fault James. They did awful things to you. Yes it was your body doing it… But it wasn’t your mind. It wasn’t you. Because YOU are a good person. I know we don’t talk that much around here but i know you’re a good person James. Everyone around here knows that. Now let me heal you and show you something good” You kinda ramble on but you hope your words made an impact.

Bucky stares at you in response not quite sure how to respond. It makes him a few minutes before he mutters out an ‘okay’. You smile softly as you approach him taking off your white gloves to reveal your perfectly manicured hands.

“this might be a little awkward but i need you to take off your shirt” Bucky’s eyes widen at your words “I can’t heal the wounds if i don’t touch them” You continue to explain hoping it would ease his mind.

“o-okay” He stumbles out as he lifts up his shirt and takes it off. It takes everything in you to not stare at his broad chest. You rip your eyes off his toned abs and approach him.

“you’re gonna feel a tingling sensation but it won’t hurt okay? you can even watch what i do if that makes you feel better” You say as you place your hand over a small cut on his chest. Once you close your eyes and focus your breathing a orange glow emits from your hand.

Bucky watches as you place your hand on the cut and it slowly fades away. His eyes widen in amazement. Sure he’s heard of the power you hold but he’s never seen it in person. He watches as you go from wound to wound healing him. Suddenly you stop at his left shoulder and run your finger over the scar tissue.

He worriedly watches you as you place your hand on his shoulder blade. You hum to yourself as you attempt to heal any nerve damage in his shoulder due to the metal arm.

“H-how did you do that?” Bucky asks as he feels the pain disappear in his shoulder.

“Well i figured that HYDRA didn’t properly give you that arm so i had i feeling you had some nerve damage- plus Steve has also mentioned it before” You respond and you finish up the last cut on his face.

You’re suddenly really aware of how close your faces are. You notice how his deep blue eyes are focused on you. He grabs the hand that’s on his cheek and brings it to his lips. Bucky softly kisses your palm before holding your hand softly.

“Uh thank you for helping me- you really didn’t have to” He shyly says as he hops off the table and stands in front of you.

“Don’t do that- I helped you because yes it’s my job. But i also wanted to. I will gladly be the one to show you that you deserve any shred of good humanity has to offer” You respond as you start to clean up the lab a little.

“But still it means a lot that you healed me. You know you’re like the only person besides Steve to not look at me like a monster? or like i’m broken..” He says trailing off as he looks down at his feet.

“well you aren’t a monster nor were you ever one. And like i said you deserve nice things” You say finally looking up and meeting his gaze with a smile.

He nervously rubs his hands together before he speaks again. “would you like to maybe go out sometime? like to dinner or a movie?” Bucky asks still not meeting your gaze.

You laugh a little at how nervous he is. Even though you aren’t quite sure why he’s so nervous when he looks like that you still find it cute. You walk up to him and gently lift his head to look at you.

“I’d love to James.” You smile and he reaches for your hand and intertwines your finger together.

“how about tomorrow around 7?” He says with a goofy smile on his face. You admire his smile before you respond.

“sounds perfect” The excitement in your voice makes him smile wider. He runs this thumb over your knuckles for a moment as he looks at you.

“It’s a date then” He says before kissing your cheek and walking out of the lab. You stand there for a moment smiling like a idiot.

As bucky leaves he can’t contain the smile on his face. He finally got a date with the woman he’s been pining for since she’s arrived. You’re finally gonna be his shining star

~the end~

i do not give permission for my work to be translated or posted on other sites

[espave]

Espave Ship Week… 2!!!

(November 11th - November 17th)

PROMPTS

DAY 1: Demolition Lovers

DAY 2: Funhouse

DAY 3: Lover Dearest

DAY 4: Fake Plastic Trees

DAY 5: Riot!

DAY 6: Cemetery Drive

DAY 7: People in High Places

(Note: the prompts this year are named explicitly after songs and albums. You need not listen to any music for this, but if you’re getting a creative block and need some inspo, that’s a hint for you!)

RULES

1. Espave only! The exception is If you’re writing something: it’s okay to have other characters as long as they don’t pull focus.

2. Tag it with #Espave Week so I can reblog! You can also use #Espave I’ll find it there as well lol it’s not a busy tag.

3. You can make art or write, but that’s not all! Avatars, headcanons, prompts, crafts, cosplays, playlists, and anything else you can think of will also be accepted. I’m open to everything!

4. If you don’t want to use any of the prompts that’s okay, they’re suggestions. You can submit anything for the duration of the week, and after too hehe

5. There are no rating restrictions, but do remember to Dead Dove & tag appropriately if you’re getting your freak on! This also entails:

6. Don’t be an asshole about what someone else is making! This goes for both the more tame and more risque

7. Have fun and participate however you so choose! There’s no pressure to make anything but as always, likes comments and reblogs are always appreciated from everyone who participates

BONUS RULE: My asks will be open for you to either submit or suggest things for me or others to make! If you want to request or simply ask things about the ship (both on a meta level or just a headcanon inquiry) send something along and I’ll do my best to deliver 🙂

[that-sweet-jester]

Been a long time, but I'm opening my commissions again yay!!!

Want anything, dm me here on Tumblr or on my IG ;)))

Terms of Service below ⬇⬇⬇

COMMISSION INFO + TERMS

Ordering

By ordering you agree to and are bound by the following terms:

I reserve the right to decline any commission or cancel at any time with a full or partial refund given based on the progress made.

I do not give refunds unless for the reason stated above or emergencies in regards to the client.

I will not begin your commission until I can confirm the payment has been made. Orders with payments not sent within 48 hours will be cancelled.

Payment will only be accepted via PayPal. Please be aware of that before ordering.

You have the right to request updates on your commission.

Waiting time depends on what type of drawing you commissioned and what place in the queue you have. I’ll inform you of the estimated waiting time and if there are any delays.

Payment Process

Once I have confirmed your order you have 48 hours to send payment. Please use only the Friends and Family option on PayPal.

I only accept USD. Please calculate currency exchange rates and fees before paying to ensure you pay the correct amount.

Once payment has been received you no longer may cancel your order. Please refer to my first few bullet points for exceptions.

Usage Rights

You may use your commission for any personal uses such as profile icon, forum signatures, page decoration and so on.

You MAY NOT use your commission for any commercial purposes, to produce merchandise, or in any means to make profit.

You may repost the artwork you have ordered with proper credit and a link back to my Instagram, Tumblr or Twitter page, depending on where you’re reposting.

You are not allowed to alter the image in any way or remove any watermarks.

You are not allowed to take credit for the drawing in any way or retrace it.

I hold the rights to any commissioned images and may use it in any way i see fit. ( promoting myself, reposting, etc ).

Alterations

I will send you an APPROVAL SKETCH of your commission before sending in the full piece. The objective of this sketch is to show you the rough look of your commission. This is the time for you to request changes FREE OF CHARGE. Any changes requested after the sketch has been approved will be charged $5 per change.

After sketch approval I will not make major changes ( pose, entire outfit, etc ).

The only free of charge changes you can request after the sketch approval are color ones, but keep it minimal.

I will not be responsible for making changes if you have an unclear or blurry reference. Please ensure your references are of a good quality before ordering.

I  as the artist have the right to change my Terms of Service without prior warning. It is your responsibility to reread my TOS each time you order to ensure you have read the updated version and avoid cancellation.

[galacticgrimoireofficial]

~Meet the Mod~

*~*Kayla*~*

Name – Honestly, you can call me anything! Some of my most common names include: Kayla | Kindraka | Mom | Olympic | Shadow | Astro | Space Dust

Age – 28

Pronouns – She/They (but feel free to call me whatever you’re most comfortable with! I vibe with whatever you vibe with.)

Craft – I’ve been part of the craft scene on and off for several years, so I’ve gathered quite a bit of knowledge across a wide range of topics. If I don’t know the answer to something, I’ll make sure to find it! Here are some areas I specialize in:

✨ Astrology – 12 years of experience ✨ Tarot – 7 years of experience ✨ Cleansing – 5 years of experience ✨ Moon Magic – 7 years of experience ✨ Meditation & Grounding Techniques – 10 years of experience ✨ Roman/Greek Mythology, Worship & Practices – 12 years of experience ✨ Norse Mythology, Worship & Practices – 3 years of experience ✨ Shadow Work – 6 years of experience ✨ Celestial/Cosmic Magic – 12 years of experience

~ Free Readings ~

To request a free reading, please:

Follow me

Like and reblog this post

Submit your question via ask

Question Guidelines

No yes/no questions. Tarot thrives with open-ended questions!

Please refrain from asking about medical issues—if you're experiencing something concerning, seek advice from a professional.

Don’t ask questions about another person without their consent (relationship questions are an exception!).

Limit to one question at a time! If you send multiple, I’ll only answer the first one.

Please don’t submit the same question more than once. If you don’t like the answer, take the advice and use it to shift your path.

Include your initials and, if possible, your Sun and Moon signs (for more accurate readings!).

Note: I typically have 30+ requests waiting, so please be patient if I don’t get to your question immediately!

~ Paid Readings ~

If you’d like a more detailed reading or prefer to skip the queue, feel free to check out my paid reading options.

As things evolve, I’ll update this post to keep it current!

[bubzy-boo]

WELCOME TO BUBZY’S AGERE BLOG!

PSA: If you send hate towards me or the community you will be blocked immediately. This is a safe space and I will always be sfw!

BYF (Before you follow)

Please don’t follow me if:

Your age regression is nsfw in any way or you share nsfw things on your blog.

You are below the age of 18 as I am bodily an adult. I know age regression can be for all ages but as I am 25 I find it uncomfortable for minors to be following or trying to friend me.

You engage in age play or are apart of the BDSM community.

I am okay with reblogs, likes and comments even if you’re a minor but please don’t follow or try to befriend me. I mainly post moodboards so I know some of you just want to reblog cute things. But as an adult, I personally prefer to have friends around my own bodily age, thank you!

Get to know me!

About big me:

Age: Bodily, I am 26 years old!

Pronouns: She/her/hers

Sexuality: Bi-romantic and ace-flux

MBTI & Zodiac: INTP-A & Taurus sun, Libra moon, Cancer rising

Fun facts about me:

I am autistic and have adhd (AuDHD)

I know how to wiggle my ears!

I have 4 cats!

My main/first account is @fairy-bubzy so if I follow you and you see that one instead you’ll know why!

Note: I can get busy in my life so I’m not on often unless feeling little or wanting to relax with soft little space things. My posts and reblogs will be very sporadic and don’t have a schedule.

About little me:

Age range: 1-5 (baby/toddler range)

Favorite activities: Coloring, watching cartoons, playing with toys, play dates with other little friends, picnics, dress up, playing games (ps2, gameboy, DSi), watching movies on vhs or dvd, playing silly games like the floor is lava or hide and seek!

Favorite shows/movies: Bluey, Curious George, Sophia the First, Tinker-bell, Beauty and the Beast, Finding Nemo, Finding Dory, Monsters Inc. Oswald, Dora the explorer, Max and ruby

Favorite Toys: Calico Critters/Sylvanian families, littlest pet shops, anything Sanrio, baby dolls & accessories, stuffed animals (stuffies), dollhouses, tea sets, pretend kitchen/house, hula hoops, swings, ball pits/climbing structures, stackable toys, simple blocks, marble mazes or bead mazes (when younger)

Favorite animals: Bunnies 🐰 Bears 🐻 Deer/Fawn 🦌 Foxes 🦊 and Kitties 🐈

Favorite things: I love fairies 🧚🏽‍♀️ and dragons! 🐉 Anything mystical 💫 or magical ✨ makes me super excited and curious! I’m a pretty silly and outgoing toddler unless I’m in a baby mode/very little then I’m more soft spoken and calm or even nonverbal. 🥰

I consider myself an age regressor as I will fully go into the mindset of a child but I will sometimes age dream as well if I can’t fully slip into that headspace. I also consider myself a pet regression dreamer as I can’t slip into the headspace of an animal but I do find it relaxing to act like one. Typically a bunny is what I’ll pet dream as but also a bear-cub or a deer/fawn (especially when outside) are reoccurring for me :)

About my blog

Typical things I will be blogging or making myself include:

Mood boards - will always be themed around age regression in some way and I do take requests for themes! PSA: I personally don’t do mood boards based on characters in a caregiver/little role! I prefer to make mood boards aesthetically based on colors, activities, foods, weather, seasons, etc. My only exception for character based is for the tv show / movie itself. Thank you!

Trending posts or answering questions - If I see a trending post or theme going on in the agere community and I personally want to participate then I will, even if it’s text based. Majority of my blog will still be image based. But this is my blog so if I see something fun even if it’s not my typical post and I want to do it, then I will 😌 (again will always be sfw posts!!!)

Note: Most of my posts are more feminine or androgynous as I’m not a masculine feeling person, so if you prefer masc presenting posts then I may not be the best blog for you. Although, if you like my style of mood boards, I have no problem making masculine presenting ones for you if you have a request! <3

Typical things I’ll be reblogging include:

Mood boards made by other sfw agere bloggers

Agere related content like websites, tools, or informational things

Cartoon or movie related things that I enjoy like bluey, mlp, or anything that catches my little eye (hehe get it)

Coloring pages or ‘school work’ sometimes

PSA’s that someone may have wrote that I agree with in terms of the agere community (again will be sfw still but may not be little space friendly if your regressed in terms of it being too much to process in that headspace)

[lucidlivi]

500 followers Prompt List Requests!

Guyssss we’ve officially gone over 500 followers which is crazy! Sooooo as a treat I am currently taking requests! I have two to complete but I am opening up for more! I will be continuing my two series but sometimes you have to change it up!

with that being saidddddd if you want to request please send me an ask with the number prompt you want to use, who you want it to be with (I will write for people other than Jensen and Dean) and most importantly if you want it rated r, angsty, happy, etc.

1. “to my defense, I didn’t know I was going to get so invested when we started this.”

2. “they keep calling me special, but what’s so special about me?”

3. “when is enough, enough?”

4. “what do you want if not me?”

5. “I can’t believe I ever wanted you.”

6. “I want you, and me, I want the front porch, I want it all.”

7. “if you wanted to have sex with me all you had to do was ask.”

8. “I would rather violently claw my eyes out than kiss you.”

9. “do I need to show you how it’s done?”

10. “just say the word and I’m yours.”

11. “say please and maybe I’ll consider.”

12. “look it could be worse, you could be the one bleeding out.”

13. “just don’t get too attached to me, okay?”

14. “why does the idea of someone genuinely loving you scare you so much?”

15. “what I did, you’re the one with literal blood on your hands!”

16. “I think we could make an exception.”

17. “listen to me very carefully, and this is as clear as I can make it. I. don’t. give. a. fuck.”

18. “nothing happened the way I wanted, now every corner of this house is haunted.”

19. “it’s like he never left, I feel him all around.”

20. “and then there was one.”

21. “I’ve been numb for as long as I can remember, but then you kissed me and for a second I thought I felt something again.”

22. “if you truly mean that, look me in the eyes and tell me.”

23. “come over here and make me.”

24. “is there a reason you’re laying naked in my bed?”

25. “just because I murdered someone doesn’t make me a bad guy.” “but it does make you a murderer!”

26. “your methods of seduction would be a lot more successful if I were even the least bit attracted to you.”

27. “maybe, you should use that mouth for something other than talking shit."

28. "do you want to take this off, or should I?"

29. "can't you feel how much I want you?"

30. "I could do this all day, definitely all night."

[applejuiceyjuice-art]

CLOUTCHASE ASK REQUESTS

Send a tip on Ko-Fi ($5) with a message for the request or telling me which tumblr ask is yours. All requests will still be posted here. If you want a full commission for a Cloutchase character, use this link for a discount.

I know I’ve done them in the past for free but I change my mind okay. #unemployment. I think I’d make an exception if you’re asking about the ones I post about all the time, and I’ll still answer asks about characters if its not a drawing request.

[eustasskidagenda]

☆guidelines for requests 

So, first thing first, before sending a request, please check if my requests are open or not. The current status will always be on my header description. 

☆generals:

When requesting,please, show some kindness, I'm not a bot, a "hello" and "thank you" are always nice.

My current job is, actually, being a writer as a living. So I might not be able to immediately complete your requests, I'm doing this on my free time and sometimes I’m not in the mood to "work" (write) again.

I do not guarantee to write the requests you're sending to me, it will depends on my inspiration.

English is not my first language. Forgive me for the weird sentences you may cross on my writings here. 

I'll gladly accept both sfw and n/sfw requests. But, N/SFW requests must be off anon and are not allowed for the minor/ageless blog. However, I understand if you want to keep your privacy. If you want your nsfw request to be anon, please, just precise you want to stay anon on your request and I won't show your name when I post. ♡ ⇢ I absolutely love writing : hurt and comfort, fluff and funny, smut&kinks. Minors, please DNI with my +18 content or I’ll have to block you.

Fandom : I only do One Piece prompts for now. Consider I'm always caught up in the manga and in the anime. So don't be afraid to spoil me when you request. If the request contains a huge spoiler, then, I'll use this specific tag : #op spoilers. Block it, if you don't want to see that content.  Reader : gender neutral, AFAB reader, AMAB reader, female reader, male reader, transgender reader, non-binary reader. MM, FF and MF pairings are all fine for me. However, I won’t write for male reader with female character. And I only write character x character for the ship I personally enjoy. ⇢ By default, I'll use a gender neutral reader for requests. If you want a specific reader, please, precise the gender! ⇢ Regarding the apparence, I want to keep the reader as neutral as possible. But I can do some exceptions, if it's still vague enough to include a large groupe of people. For exemple : chubby reader, black reader etc. I do not accept requests based on an OC, except for a giveaway or as a winner prize. Age : only 18+ characters Type of post :  one shot (over 1,000 words), drabbles (under 500 words), headcanons (multiples characters, bucket list) ⇢ One Shot : 1 character per request. Please, give me some details and ideas of things you want to read in the OS. And if you request for a smut os, I need to know what kind of smut you're looking for, kinks included ⇢ Drabbles : 3 characters per request, or less. again, please, give me some details or precisions, I need to understand clearly what you're looking for. ⇢ Headcanons : 5 characters per request, or less. ⇢ Group headcanons : how the characters would react in a situation. a small paragraph per type of reaction, with the list of all the suitable characters

☆characters I'll write for:

⇢ my fav characters are in bold

⇢ i do not write smut or romantic prompt with Minks or non-human like character.

Bartolomeo, Buggy, Cavendish, Corazon, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Hawkins, Izou, Kaku, Katakuri, Killer, King, Kiku, Kuzan, Luffy (only sfw prompts with Luffy), Marco, Mihawk, Nami, Paulie, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Robin, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Shanks, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Usopp, X Drake, Yamato (he/him) 

Characters I won't write for: Blackbeard and Blackbeard crew, Brook, Roger, Kin'emon, Kanjuro, Franky, Benn, Akainu, Kizaru, Apoo (it doesn’t necessarily means that I dislike those characters, just that I’m not comfortable writing for them. No offense if your favorite one is listed here)

⇢ if the character you would like is not on one of those lists, just send your request and I'll let you know.

☆I don't accept requests with:

dub con ; rape, even as a consensual play ; stepcest/incest kink ; cheating ; abuse ; pregnancy ; somnophilia, even consensual ; daddy/mommy/and any kind of family kink ; water sport, scat; hateful and religious topic ; self-harm, suicidal intentions.  ⇢ Please, take care of you and your mental health if you struggle with that kind of thoughts, everything will be alright, but I know it can be hard sometimes. You're enough and you're loved. ♡ ⇢ Dysphoria (I don't know enough about this to provide an accurate text, nothing personal and you have all my support if you're facing dysphoria)

☆some kinks idea i can write for:

⇢ if you're unsure about a kink, feel free to ask ⇢ some of my fav are in bold 69, anal sex, aphrodisiac, begging, biting, blindfolds, body worship, bondage, breeding kink, choking, clothed sex, cockwarming, creampie, creative use of Devil Fruit, cum play, dacryphilia (nothing with dubious consent), deep throat, degradation, dirty talk, discipline, dom/sub dynamic, double penetration, dry humping, face sitting, face fucking, fingering, femdom, food play, gagging, gloves, group sex, hair pulling, handjob, hickeys, lingerie, loss of virginity, massage, mirror sex, nipple play, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, panty stuffing (mouth), pegging, praises, public sex, rimming, roleplay, rough sex, sensory depravation, size kink, soft sex, spanking, squirting, striptease, teasing, temperature play, thigh fucking, thigh riding, toys, vaginal sex, wax play