#imma write this rq

[clownnstuff]

Had a vision while half asleep on my way home from the movies.

A Broadway singer who listens to heavy metal falls in love with a metal singer who listens to Broadway

(it's totally not because i have a mixed genre playlist)

[gatitties]

Haihaiii! Ive been reading ur op stuff for a while now and i really love the way u write the strawhats and the wbp, i wanted to ask if i can i rq the WBP and/or the strawhats with a young (like around 14/15) isekai'ed reader whos like a really bad procastinator? Like theyll be telling the crew how they have this project they have to do till *random date*, and the crew (specifically marco & thatch/robin nd sanji if u can 😓😓) will ask them from time to time if they alrd started doing it and theyll be like "yeah dw imma do it tmr" then theyll just draw or do smt else rather than do the thing they have to do, eventually when its 1 day till they gotta send it they'll panic but eventually get it done?

Thank yew ^^ !!

─Strawhats & Whitebeard Pirates x young!reader (platonic)

─Sumary: There is no need to stress yourself unnecessarily, you just enjoy until you have no options left but to move forward with your task.

─Warnings: none

─ The moment you were sent to this world full of pirates and adventures you knew that your procrastination would only get worse, but who wouldn't prefer exploring another world full of fantasy things to doing class work?

─ This crew doesn't know what it's like to leave everything to the last minute until they meet you, you will simply block all kinds of activities if you find one much more entertaining or better.

─ Many of them don't understand it because you seem so calm and then so stressed about being able to finish your projects, stress that you would not have been exposed to if you had kept up with your tasks.

─ Sanji refuses to give you any type of drink or food that could stimulate or vary your sleeping hours just because you didn't start doing your homework sooner, he probably reminds you all the time that you have pending homework.

─ Robin will offer to help you with anything, but knowing that someone as smart as her would help you only made you think that the job would be done quickly and that's why you delayed it further.

─ Even though they scold you for your poor time management, they will help you complete anything pending if they see that you are going to tear your hair out if you keep pulling it, Chopper and Jinbe are usually quite reliable.

─ Luffy will only be one more cause of your procrastination, he gives you the opportunity to do what you want when you want, although your world cannot always be governed by that rule, you can afford to do it in this one.

─ Temporary vacation in another world? It sounds a lot better than that assignment you have to turn in in two days.

─ You will leave even the simplest task alone to see how this crew does the most trivial things like cleaning or cooking.

─ Whitebeard never thought that he would find someone lazier than Ace, although you are not lazy, you just enjoy things until the last moment.

─ Marco scolds you a lot because he says that it is not healthy to go through so much stress in a short period of time for something that you could have done before calmly, the excuse that you work better under pressure is not valid for him.

─ Ace tries to get you not to stop doing what you're doing for something else more entertaining, but you also find his narcolepsy much more entertaining than some of your pending works, he tries to help but it's also a distraction.

─ Thatch will also try to help you with your homework when he has free time, but one, either he doesn't know how to help you because he doesn't understand what you're learning, or two, he'll start blabbing about any gossip with you.

─ If you really want to do your tasks on time and calmly, Izou is probably the one who will let you have the least distractions, but for now you still prefer to be a chaos of anxiety because you don't know if you will complete the work on the deadline.

[profound-bouquetbird]

Ok listen bare with me…

jimmys being weird with reader and daisuke comes to save the day…..???? and then at the end reader curb stomps jimmy ok thx bye

╰┈➤Authors note:

Scratching off my requests one by one, starting off with the shorter ones 😼

Not gonna use any gifs because I don't wanna make the creators of the gifs uncomfortable. Buuutttt, while we're at that, imma change my writing style rq 😼

It was a normal-ish day at the ship. Anya was at the medical bay, Curly was steering the hip, strangely without Jimmy by his side, and Daisuke and Swansea were preparing something near the cryo pods.

"Could you go and get me a screwdriver? I think I left it by the kitchen." Swansea asked Daisuke, lying through his teeth. Even though Swansea could tell that he was lying, he couldn't exactly accuse him of doing such.

"Okay... Be right back." The tired boy sighed, heading out the room and down the hall. Even with the little tasks he was given, the day was just plain boring... That is until he heard mumbling.

"Get your hands off me-" He heard a quiet, strained voice from around the corner, the voice belonging to you of course. Another, quieter voice was heard mumbling, but Daisuke couldn't really comprehend the man's words.

Despite hearing that, he quietly turned the corner to spot you along with jimmy. Jimmy had his hands resting- no, gripping your sides uncomfortably, an undecipherable glint in his eye along with a displeased scowl. Your face displayed fear. Without even thinking, Daisuke spoke, an award winning smile on his face, the award being acting of course.

He called your name, causing both of your heads to turn.

"Didn't you say you had some task for me?" He smiled giddly, walking over to you two as he acted innocent, hands behind his back with a smile that creased his eyes. Your expression faded from the previous fear to one of relief, glancing over to Jimmy for a moment before pulling yourself away from him to get closer to Daisuke. Jimmy didn't oblige, despite his mind yelling profanities at both him getting interrupted.

"Yeah! Just follow me." You chuckled awkwardly, walking in some random direction that you knew Jimmy had no business going to.

Once the two of you were out of sight, you let out a sigh of relief, your whole body relaxing as you were eternally grateful that you got out before things could get worse... That Daisuke got you out that is.

"Thank you..." You smiled up at the intern. He gave you a warm, genuine smile in return.

"No problem, man! Just call me when you need anything... Like, use a bat signal and I'll come over." He smirked. The simple metaphor caused you to let out a giggle though, no matter how cheesy it was.

[the-s1lly-corner]

WOoOoOoO SPOOKY SEASON REQUIRES SPOOKY STUFF

Anyways

I would love to request an Child ghost!reader and the gang, basically child reader got murdered when they were using the VR and their soul got stuck into the game.

Their soul being so GORY AND DISTORTED, like an arm is missing, one eye is like hanging out and their head has an hole. Reader can get invisible like a ghost and move things with only their mind, and they are very quiet and just observes, rarely get mad or anything, but when they snap (for example: Because of jax's pranks) they start throwing things around dim the lights and scream, and lets put like, Reader's screams are like LOUD as hell, basically like an ghost tantrum.

So basically Child reader is just an sad messed up lil goof who needs comfort and therapy.

Sorry if its long, i love love love your blog btw!

-🌹

TADC cast x ghost!child!reader (platonic + light found family) !

going to take a different approach to writing this one, since i feel bad about being selective of cast/multi characters today, so! rather than having divided segments like usual, its going to be a group thing! hope thats alright! going to be the last request of this batch them imma make something to eat rq for dinner then get back to writing YAHOO!

when you joined the digital circus, you were already very obviously different from the rest of the gang. even if your gore was toned down thanks to your body being digitized; the programming seemed to struggle with altering your body into something unique... strange... it also seems your body is fighting back against the programming of the world, seemingly trying to restore itself. The effect makes you almost look like you're glitching, or even abstracting

Caine doesnt immediately pick up on your presence, i feel like its in his programming to be aware when a new member joins the circus, but for some reason he didnt notice you until he saw you, or someone brings you up to him

It was Ragatha, who was trying to get answers from him. Who's kid was this? Is it really fair to let a kid be stuck here? Obviously she knew Caine couldnt do anything about it now that you were here, nor did he have any hand in you putting on the headset.

Except... you correct them and say you didn't put on any headset, you were trapped in it.

Of course you're trapped, just like the rest of us, Jax says

None of them immediately believe you try to tell them you're a ghost. Except of course, Kinger, who reasons that that's why you look the way you do; and Gangle, who in my opinion probably finds interest in the supernatural.. or maybe that's just me projecting onto her. Who knows. But the point still stands, almost everyone doesn't believe you.

Not long after, Jax accidentally ropes you into prank that was originally intended for Zooble, I dont think Jax would go as far as to bully a child.... well... actually no, he seems like the type to bully kids on roblox.

The prank wasnt planned for you, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You open a door, and are immediately greeted with a fake snake lunging out at you. You scream, more so out of surprise and fear than anger. It does turn into anger when Jax laughs at you, still finding some kind of joy from the prank getting at least someone. Your scream rises, causing nearly everyone to cover their ears, the rest were not there in the room but would come rushing to see what the hell was going on

I think it would be that instance as well as a few other; namely ones where you became invisible and started removing one of Zooble's limbs after they (unintentionally) said something a little too mean to you. The idea of you being a ghost was further cemented when both Gangle and Ragatha watched you literally phase through a wall. But hey at least someone (Jax) starts laying off of you when it becomes clear you weren't lying

There's mixed feelings, a lot negative. I mean, you're just a kid and you're. Well, a ghost. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to come to the conclusion that something happened to you. Whether or not you remember the details of your death when you became a ghost, or after joining the digital world, is all up to you

Caine, as mentioned before in posts where the reader is a child, tries to be a father figure. He's not the best, since he's programmed to be a ring master, but he definitely tries his best. I like to think he tries to read you bedtime stories when the digital world simulates 'night'

Pomni, who I totally didn't forget, tries to overcome her fear of you and your ghostly powers, ultimately becoming sympathetic you and your situation. Not only was your life cut short, but you were trapped here too, you didn't even get to roam the world in the afterlife. Interactions with her are awkward but there's an effort to try to bring you some form of comfort

Jax, after he stops pulling jokes on you cant deny that he doesnt find you creepy. I think, though, he would ask you if you want to help him scare some of the other members. Whether you be offended by the concept or not is also up to you, since I'm not sure if you wanted the reader to be sensitive regarding their current predicament or not

Ragatha goes into full big sister mode, even before it's confirmed that you're a ghost. Sure, she's a little put off by your ganky and gorey looks, but her heart aches for you. Similar to Caine she tries to do general child care activities with you, perhaps if you let her, she would do your hair and make you dresses

Kinger will take a while to warm up to you, but I think after some time would start to open up to you, usually it's best to interact with him when he's already in a calmer state. He already gives me dad vibes that I cant pin down... but he would tell you stories of his past (in house) adventures and some funny stuff that has happened over his time in the digital world

Zooble is going to need a moment to get over the invisible dismemberment thing... as well as Zooble being Zooble and needing some time to warm up to people in general... Not much to be said, yet...

Gangle would offer to lend you some art supplies... kids like arts and crafts stuff, right? Thats her logic, at least, and if it means you have an outlet for your emotions then that would be great!

Overall you now have a funky found family, so hey, at least things aren't totally... terrible.. Unfortunately with them stuck in the digital world they can't do much to get you justice, if you let them know you were murdered. But rest assured if your killer somehow gets trapped in there with them and you recognize them, they have your back

[albed-hoe]

i have finally arrived 🤭🤭

OKAY I’LL GIVE U A FEW SCENARIOS I GOT IN MIND AND YOU’RE FREE TO EXPAND ON WHICHEVER ONE YOU WANT TO (idm gender neutral reader but was hoping for male :D )

REVERSE COMFORT: m!reader comforting poor lyney after the most recent 4.1 archon quest. (SPOILERS: after freminet has been moved the the medical area)

so lyney is really worried for his brother (it takes place before he’s fully up) and we’re jus hugging him and reassuring him that he’ll be okay bc we’re husband material like that 💪🏻

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FLUFF: i was thinking maybe the m!reader is a popular fontainian singer/popstar/dancer or anything that gains him popularity, and hence builds up a mass fanclub of ladiessss (if yk where i’m goin w this🤭)

so maybe we could get some jealous lyney up in here and m!reader feels bad for him so after the performance he takes lyney up on stage and gives a smooch on the cheek 😭

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ANGST (with comfort bc my heart cannot physically take angst with no comfort): OKAY KINDA INSPIRED BY SOMEONE ELSES IDEA BUT KINDA DIFFERENT!

m!reader got those richly rich strict ass parents who don’t approve of him dating someone as low as a magician (he’s also a guy but i’m taking this down a different root) and they aren’t abusive but they are pretty neglectful and strict on him.

reader finally had enough of their bs tho and him and lyney (with lynette & freminet ofc) run away to snezhnaya and have the reader work for the house of the hearth w them.

AND (bc i never shut up) then a few years pass when lyney finally takes over for the knave they waltz back into fontaine together with m!reader being his 2nd in command (once again, alongside freminet and lynette bc wherever he goes they go)

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PERSONAL FAVOURITE (i think abt this idea a LOT)

FOUND FAMILY /W COMFORT (heavily with freminet bc i love him sm HSNFEMCJEM)

basically m!reader went for a lil dive to get lyney some new flowers for his magic show later and he runs into freminet crying under the water

and ofc big brother instincts kick in 💪🏻 and we take him above shore and coddle him like how lyney would to freminet

AND THEN WE TAKE HIM HOME AND WE MEET UP W LYNEY AND HES JUS LIKE “OMG IF THIS MAN DOESNT PUT A RING ON MY FINGER RN IMMA LOOSE MY SHIT” because he adores the way m!reader looks out for his siblings the way he would.

(I HAVE ANOTHER VERSION OF THIS RQ WITH LYNETTE IF YOU EVER WANNA HEAR IT BTW)

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SPICY 😏😏😏:

i actually don’t have anything to much for this category but some simple spicy hc’s with a sub!lyney would be great (let’s be real this man isn’t dominating anyone). (he also has a breeding kink GOODBYE)

Found Family (Freminet ver.)

Characters: Freminet & Lyney x M!Reader

Summary: After bringing his younger brother home, Lyney thinks he’s found his husband for life

Warnings: Slight angst to comfort, Freminet crying, Lyney being hopelessly in love and shyyyy

Word count: 767

A/n: Okay first of all I’m so sorry for disappearing for like a year and a half… I totally lost motivation and finished university in the meantime and now I’m looking for a job but no one is hiring me so yay? TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST LY LOTS🤩 I might write some of the other ones too? Might make a poll for which one to do next cuz I’m undecided… Anyways THIS ONE GOES OUT TO THE MALE READER COMMUNITY!!! I fell in love with Lyney and still (I think?) have yet to come across a Lyney x male reader fic😫 So here is my contribution! I ALSO HAVE REQUESTS OPEN SO FEEL FREE TO REQUEST LYNEY X M!READER STUFF PLS AND TYYYYY

It was a warm afternoon as you got your scuba gear on, preparing to dive in the depths of Fontaine on a mission to look for flowers for your beloved boyfriend, Lyney’s, magic show tonight. You latched in your helmet and dove below the surface, sighing in satisfaction at the cool water enveloping your body after having been sweating all day. The fish danced around you happily and the rays flapped their wings gracefully on their way to find places to float around.

You reached the seabed, swimming around and beginning to collect the flowers that your boyfriend had requested. You stop after a few seconds to listen to a sound you could not initially identify. Listening closely, you follow the sounds of what seem to be sniffles over a ridge of sand. Peeking over the edge, you see a little blue form with a diving helmet on, balled up with his head in the pit of his elbow.

“Freminet?” You swam up to the form, recognizing Lyney’s younger brother, a sad expression on the screen of your diving helmet. You begin to rub circles into his back as he sniffles, embarrassed to have been found crying alone. “What happened?” You offer him a warm smile, encouraging him to confide in you.

“*Sniff* I- I made a fool of myself in the Court of Fontaine today… I- *sniff* I fell and dropped a whole basket of peaches…” Taking pity on him, you ask him if he wants a hug, then you pull him into your arms and rub comforting circles on his back.

“Wanna go back up? I’ll walk you home.” The boy nods and you swim back up with him in your arms.

Arriving on the beach, you take off his diving helmet and reveal his red, puffy eyes. You internally coo at how cute he looks but remember that he is in a vulnerable state and mentioning what he looks like would likely not be appropriate at the moment. So, after cupping a comforting hand on his cheek, you take his hand and walk him home.

Arriving at the triplets’ door (I know they aren’t all related, but for simplicity’s sake…), you knock and wait for the light pads from inside to reach you. The door swings open to reveal Lyney in his pajamas with a surprised expression.

“Y-Y/n! And Freminet!” He blushes slightly at having noticed you before his own younger brother and at having been seen in pajamas by someone he has been trying to impress. You gently push Freminet in front of you, handing him over to Lyney who hugs him shortly, ruffles his hair, then passes him on to Lynette who takes his hand, nods at you thankfully, then takes him into the home. Lyney steps out onto the porch and closes the door behind him.

“Uh… Thanks for taking my brother home. He can disappear better than myself, sometimes…” He rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed at the situation. You had only declared each other officially boyfriends about a month prior, so the whole relationship thing was a new concept to the ‘suave’ Lyney the public knew. It pleasantly surprised you to discover that he was actually very easy to fluster, making for a very cute boyfriend to tease occasionally.

“Yeah, no problem. I found him on the seabed crying while I was looking for your flowers, so I comforted him and brought him here. Oh, here you go by the way.” You hand him the flowers he needed for his show while smiling warmly at him. The tips of his ears immediately reddened, both at his immediate thoughts of marriage and at what the offer of flowers looked like. He knew this was not a love confession or anything of the sort, but the current situation could have fooled an outside observer.

He stepped forward and threw his arms around you, sandwiching the flowers between the two of you. He buried his face in your neck in an attempt to hide his face exploding with heat.

“… I love you…” That was all he managed to say after a few moments. You laughed, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“I love you too, but… Watch the flowers.” He pulled himself away from you immediately, realizing he was damaging his precious show flowers.

“AH! Sorry! Uhm… Did you wanna come inside for a bit?” He looked into your eyes with a shy smile on his face, his cheeks and ears still red from before.

“I’d love to.” You said, your eyes locked on his.

Aur my gawdddd this was my first fic in a loooong time I’m so sorry if it was ass… THIS WAS CUTE AND I LOVE FREMINET TOO, PLS LEMME HEAR THE LYNETTE VERSION OF THIS😎

[asherraccoon]

I need to write down my art ideas so I don't forget them omg

I have so many ideas for drawings I just keep forgetting about them. Imma jot them down here rq

Lucifer Angst drawing based on a line from "Honey I'm Home" by Ghost and Pals

Scene(s) from Hurt me Gently

Vox, Lucifer, and Alastor body headcanon reference sheets

Hazbin infection Au maybe?

Radioapple family stuff

learn how to fucking draw Lucifer and Alastor

Radioapple comic maybe, just need an idea

something other than Hazbin omg

Pinterest outfits on different characters maybe

[littleleelee]

Drabbles-?

uhm so.. first post ig-? These are just things i personally love in fics so imma just- put this here bc it'll most likely contain a ieawhat kinds of fics ill post xd

anyway,, GN reader bc yaahhh

For now im only doing one piece bc its my current hyperfixation x-x

i love reversal comfort fics, especially when its for naturally grump af characters like Law and Mihawk for examples, however i usually keep the opinion to myself because.. i always HC the grumpy characters to be so overly clingy when their with that One person they trust... like cuddly, lovey, messes.

like here me out rq

Mihawk just came back from doing fuck all nothing, for like 3 weeks. Hes Tired and annoyed af. Like even PERONA, aint bugging him bc she can tell hes just PISSED. His posture is fuck all off, like hes slump walking thro the castle. He stumbles his lank self into the bedroom you and him would share, that inconviently does NOT, have you.

~ so, He grumply groans around the castle trynna find you. He ends up finding you in the libery doing one of your hobbies, like reading or writing, whatever you can imagin, just chillin on a lounge sofa in there.

~ This 44 yr old man is puffing out his cheeks with a pout, taking whatever is in your hands and tossing it to the floor, IGNOREING, ALL protests, an plopping RIGHT on you. whether its your chest, lap, back, whatever he lands on is where hes staying.

~ "M-Mihawk?! dearest-" is all you can honestly say- your emotions are everywhere.

~ Eventually you just take it, not questioning him at all. Letting him rest.

~ You ARE, 10000%, teasting him later about it.

Law, is a tad bit different. Hes a touch starved workaholic of all things, pushing himself and isolating 100% of the time. So i do believe you'd have to be the one to break him open, and when you do he is just a babbling gloop.

~ Hes been in his office for however much hours again, for the umpthten time. You've had, frankly enough. Your not really his lover yet, but you are a decent-mounts close to him. So surely you can ineed, get something out of him right?

~ After storming in his office, you can see him with his head in his hands at his desk, as he slowly meets your gaze, he just melts into his desk. You walk over and speak like prolly 5 words, somth like

~ "is everything alright, law, youve been-" is probably all you get out before your shambled into some form of bedroom, and law just putting all his weight into you.

~this weight tumbles you both into the bed behind you. He aint even hugging you hes just, SINKING into you with his weight.

~Your 100% falling asleep like this, and law isnt letting you believe it happened.

probably gonna.. make a rule/masterlist post eventually. idk when, 4 now just comment smth or any reqs ya got! thanks for reading ~

[peaceesells]

《Patrick Hockstetter random hcs》

I'm currently in my world history class and I'm really bored so imma write this rq cuz I've got nothing better to do.. (also he looks so good in this gif omg I love him sm 🤭)

warnings: none

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Patrick 100% has crusty ass converse that are falling apart that he wears everyday and refuses to get new shoes (literally same)

he's one of those kids in class who throw pencils into the ceiling

or those weird sticky note things??? (idk what they are but I see them everywhere)

I feel like patrick would be good at drawing idk

like he wouldn't make it a hobby but when he's bored he'd draw little things in his notebooks

he's very picky, he's the kid to order chicken tenders and fries at any restaurant

and he will have a breakdown of his food is touching (me too me too)

he loves going on walks at night, ofc he does some questionable things

but sometimes he just needs to calm down and go on a walk, and at night no one's around, it's quiet, he likes that

he's not really big on music

sure he listenes to it but to him it's just a bunch of sounds and it's really distracting

his room is very decorated with random stuff he finds or steals, some basic things like some of his drawings or street signs he's taken yk

and it's really dark, he never has his lights on and he has sheets over his windows that block the light

and it's always a mess.

always.

unless his mom cleans it

but she dosent do that anymore after finding some interesting things...

I feel like he kinda likes plants???

I mean he can't keep them alive buttt he finds them interesting

I feel like his favorite class (even tho he's failing it) is biology

stoner???

idk

he really cares about his hair

when he was little he had a bowl cut

in middle school he had a very bad buzz

now he won't let anyone touch his hair, ever.

he's a dr.pepper guy and you can't convince me otherwise

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that's all I've got, maybe if I think of more I'll add them but idk

[cnnmairoll]

twirls hair HEY MAI !!! IMMA REQUEST SMTH RQ IF U DONT MIND,,, IM IN DESPERATE NEED OF LUOCHA CONTENT

PREMISE IS BASICALLY LIKE. JUST SECRET ADMIRER (LUOCHA IS ADMIRER), MAYBE HAVE THEM BOTH BE MERCHANTS ?? IDK IMMA LEAVE MOST OF THE LIBERTIES TO U 🫰

CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT U COME UP WITH!! THANK U IN ADVANCE 🙏🙏

Luocha's Hidden Affection

Pairing : Luocha x Merchant!Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : Hey Illu!! ty for requesting this i love writing for Luocha ^^!! But I'm not sure how you want me to write it so this is what I come up with, hope you like it though ><;

In a galaxy painted with the hues of countless stars, where celestial currents carried whispers of stories untold, you and Luocha found yourselves bound by fate's gentle threads. Beyond the stellar seas, you were two wandering merchants, traversing the cosmos in pursuit of trade and adventure. Coincidence, it seemed, was your constant companion, as you both continually gravitated towards the same planets, like celestial bodies orbiting a shared center.

The bond between you and Luocha transcended spoken words. It was a comfort found in the silence shared while gazing at foreign skies, in the camaraderie forged over cups of intergalactic tea. Each encounter brought with it a sense of familiarity, a connection that defied the vast expanse that separated your worlds.

But what you didn't know was that Luocha's heart held a secret—a secret that bloomed like a delicate nebula within him. He was your secret admirer, a quiet observer who had fallen for your spirit, your laughter, and the way your eyes sparkled with the same curiosity that ignited his own. With every coin exchanged and every tale swapped, he found himself falling deeper into an emotion he could barely grasp.

Subtle hints, like stardust, he scattered in your path. His words carried an undertone of warmth, his gaze lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary, and every now and then, a small token of his affection found its way into your possession. A rare gem from a distant asteroid, a delicate bloom that flourished in the harshest of environments—each gift whispered a sentiment he hadn't yet dared to voice.

One day, as you both stood beneath the shimmering canopy of a foreign sky, Luocha's usually eloquent words faltered. It was an accidental confession, brought forth by the cosmos itself. "You know," he began, his voice soft like stardust on a gentle breeze, "these planets... they must envy us. For we get to witness each other's journeys, no matter how vast the galaxies that separate us."

Caught off guard by the vulnerability in his tone, you turned to meet his gaze. There, amidst the constellations that painted the heavens, you saw something more profound—a reflection of emotions mirrored in his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, realization dawning like a distant sun cresting the horizon.

"I suppose they would," you replied, your own heart finding resonance with his words. "After all, our paths always seem to cross."

A smile, tender and unguarded, graced Luocha's lips. "Perhaps it's not mere coincidence. Perhaps the stars themselves conspire to bring us together."

The air seemed to hum with anticipation, the universe holding its breath as your gazes lingered, locked in a moment that transcended time and space. 

In the ever-expansive tapestry of the cosmos, your journeys continued intertwined. Planets and stars, asteroids and nebulae—each celestial body witnessed your shared adventures. Luocha's presence in your life became a constant, a familiar star that guided you through the uncharted reaches of space.

As your companionship deepened, so did the subtlety of Luocha's gestures. He would share tidbits of his own stories, snippets of his past that he carefully unveiled like ancient artifacts. His vulnerability in these moments was a testament to the trust he had in you, the person who had unknowingly captured his heart.

He would surprise you with small tokens—crystals that shimmered like captured starlight, intricately carved trinkets that told stories of forgotten civilizations, and pressed flowers from planets that bloomed in colors beyond the human spectrum. Each gift held a piece of his essence, an unspoken confession woven into the fabric of the universe.

Conversations under star-strewn skies evolved into stolen moments amidst bustling intergalactic markets, where your laughter mingled with the hum of alien tongues. Luocha's admiration for your spirit only grew, his eyes tracing the arc of your laughter as if it were a constellation he could map. His presence, once comforting, had become essential—a constant that tethered you both amidst the swirling currents of space.

Yet, despite the connection that deepened with every shared adventure, neither of you dared to breach the unspoken boundaries of your companionship. The space between friendship and something more felt both tantalizingly close and impossibly distant. The universe held its breath, waiting for the moment when the delicate balance would shift.

It was on a planet cloaked in hues of violet and indigo that fate, once again, conspired to steer your paths. Amidst a garden of bioluminescent blooms, Luocha presented you with a delicate orb—a vessel filled with shimmering stardust. "A piece of the cosmos," he said softly, his voice a melody that resonated in the air.

You turned the orb in your hands, the stardust dancing like captured fireflies. It was in this ethereal moment that a sudden realization bloomed—an understanding that transcended words. The delicate dance of your gazes, the unspoken confessions woven through time and space—it all led to this pivotal point.

"Luocha," you began, your voice a whisper carried by the wind. "Have you ever considered that maybe the universe has been trying to tell us something all along?"

His gaze met yours, a universe of emotions swirling within. "Perhaps the universe is wiser than we give it credit for," he replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

And then, like a meteor streaking across the sky, the boundaries you had both tiptoed around became mere echoes of hesitation. With a tender certainty, Luocha's hand found yours, fingers intertwining like destinies finally aligned. The universe held its breath once more, this time witnessing a moment that had been written in the stars—their secret language understood by hearts that dared to leap.

The cosmos rejoiced in your shared confession, stars pulsating with newfound brilliance as if celebrating a union woven from stardust and whispered dreams. Your love story was a melody sung by celestial bodies, a dance performed across the canvas of infinity.

[shurisbathwater]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 -- shuri udaku x blk fem!reader

*implied smut ??? ---*

--No idea by don toliver.

YOU ROLLED the window down to Shuri's black Mercedes as she sped off into the dark night -- the street dead silent , like it was just you and her in the world. You stick your head out of the tinted windows as she zips through the streets of wakanda.

Your hair flowed in the wind as you let your arms out, you squealed as you move your hands around. " ahhhh!!" You screamed as she rapidly drives. She looked at you with those low eyes. She licks her lips as she turns to look at the road again.

You giggle lightly as the moonlight glistens on your honey skin, your melanin standing out even more.

Shuri cranked up don toliver a little and leaned her head back --

I'm picky with my women i decided,

Call me to 'yo crib and Imma slide in.

You come back into the car but leave the windows open, letting the wind in, your hair still blowing.

You look over at shuri to find her already staring at you. "unomtsalane kakhulu. ---you're so attractive." She mutters under her breath. "If only i had you all to myself." She breathed out as she looked away from you.

"Then take me." You whisper seductively, your voice as sweet as honey.

"For a night only, shuri."

sorry this is lowkey trash but bc im working on other projects:// I wanted to pop up and write sum for yall rq

[ebony-hawthorne]

Ok so, i'm reading a book for my english class, and i hate it, and especially the main character. And i realized why. He isn't flawed. Or well he is, but not in a meaningful way. His flaws don't relate to his strengths. Imma jump over to katniss rq to explain, so like think of her good traits, any of them. Shes carong, selfless, loving, right? Those are all to her own detriment at some point in time in the book, right?

Anyways the character in my book is a lot of things, but most of them are not really interesting. I'd rather one of the side characters was the main character, and then we could also see a super hero from a civilian standpoint. So yeah, if your writing feels bland or bad, look at your characters flaws. It will make them feel more realistic, and your fandom won't gate on them.

Anyways, i might continue my rewrite of mlb if y'all are interested

[starlightiing]

Is there a Liam fan around here that can message me rq? I have an ask to write him in a dribble and I don't know shit about him. Imma do some research on him right now, but personality wise I need some tips please 💕

[pigcowboys]

hi! imma little confused on whether or not your rqs are closed, bc it says “requests closed” but under the “i mostly writes for pjo” it also says rqs open.

sorry if it’s annoying i’m just confused !

HEY SORRY, yes requests are closed as of right now, i just forgot to edit my intro to say that. I’ll change it as soon as that changes!

[utsuboarchive]

also i think imma do a scrub rq of my followers / following. no hard feelings or anything- it's just of people who haven't rlly shown any interest or desire in writing with me. my dms are always open, my askbox too. and hey, if there isn't any want to interact i wont take it personally. if it aint there, it aint there.

[btnclmrttn]

hello! sorry for messaging but i finally learned how to use paypal! :D and if you have one, i'd love LOVE to commission you!!! :) i still read the things i requested from you and they still make me so happy! thankyou for all the hard work despite the bad days! i appreciate it, and im sure lots of people appreciate them too! hope you're having a fine day!

bih i love u and appreciate all of you guys more than you know deadass

i do have a paypal but I am feel unworthy tbh whenever I catch up with my boxload of rq i might open up commissions but thank you sm imma write u some shii in ur honor for dis

[nekole-doodles]

YOU GUYS HAVE JUST GIVING ME IDEAS FOR SOME CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR MY STORY!!!

(Imma just ramble about the story rq for context, sorry)

So, basically, he was cursed with immortality by a god because the god liked to use him as a puppet for their own entertainment, and womp womp, all his friends and family died(half of them before he even got cursed because the place he lived in and the people in it were violent and war-torn), so he moved away from the secluded islands he lived in to join the mainland in the very early 1800s. Skipping to the 2020s, and bro is not doing well because he heavily depended on the people around him because they made up his being(it's complicated but he is literally the embodiment of his love for people he's close with). His brother was someone he could follow because he was always a follower, never a leader, but his brother left and died. His dad and other brother had to leave before he could ever reconnect with them, and his best friends, the only people he felt safe and unconditionally loved around, was either killed in cold blood or their work quite literally killed them.

So now he was stuck feeling empty and with his life dull because he was so used to a life of action and constant motion and, again, he is the literal embodiment of his love those he trusts, but he couldn't bring himself to trust or get attached to anyone ever again, even if he could(since no one could replace the people he lost and he left like he would betray the memory of his friends if he "replaced" them). To help himself cope a bit, he wrote hundreds of journals and filled just as many sketchbooks with drawings of the people he still loves. He's drawn them so often that his skills have evidently drastically improved over the years. He dedicated half of his room to their memory, hanging his drawings of his friends and family, preserving old photographs, storing old clothing or souvenirs from that time, and even creating replicas of lost items that meant a lot to him.

Then one day, he meets someone who looks and sounds exactly like his brother and he freaks out, not knowing what to do.

(And the next part is what this thread inspired me to really think about. In the past, these plot points were there as future ideas, but was put aside while I focused on how to write how this immortal life has become his purgatory in the story's beginning. But now, I feel like I can further develop these ideas in a way that is a bit clearer.)

Eventually, he gives in and decides to befriend this person despite knowing he shouldn't, at first simply because he looks like his brother, but then he becomes very fond of this person for a different reason than because he reminds him of the past. He notices everything that makes this person different from his brother and finds himself loving those parts of him too.

He decides to share his stories of the past without giving away too much. It starts to feel like he's healing bit by bit as he allows himself to share his love for all these people of the past with the first friend he's had in centuries, and he feels a little more complete now that there is someone to make him laugh again and light up his life.

He opens himself up to more people and is finally able to start surrounding himself with new people he has befriended, allowing himself to love again. And he still keeps the memory of his friends and family of the past in his heart and he knows he will always love them even if they are gone, but he makes room in his heart to love these new friends too. And healing literal centuries worth of built up trauma isn't easy, but at least he can bring himself to even try in the first place now that there are people around him worth trying for and who he knows will help him through it.

it's always "immortals always lose the ones they love!" and never "this family has had this incredible, powerful, loving figure present through generations of their lineage, all because they are descended from someone the immortal loved long ago" and i think that's a shame!!