#it was cool writing this ask😊✨

[sketch-guardian]

I might've read something you said regarding a Nightbringer version of the classmates 👀

May we know a little bit more about them?

Much love! 💞

- Isa

You read well dear Isa😌I was thinking of creating some art concepts of the RAD classmates in Nightbringer🤔therefore of their past selves and as soon as I have time, I will try to sketch them✨Also of course! I don't mind giving some info about my ocs😊actually I will probably write more than I should🤣but I want to be as precise and exhaustive as possible, so as usual I will try my best🙈also thank you very much for the love! I'll send some right back at you💜 (p.s.: I think there's no need to specify this, but obviously the behavior of the Nightbringer RAD classmates will be a little different than the present):

RAD CLASSMATES IN NIGHTBRINGER

(considering that MC arrives in the past about one/two years after the end of the war against the Celestial Realm, I will set their characters and their social status at that time)

DEMYA

In that period Demya was definitely scruffier and had trouble speaking and verbalizing her thoughts, in fact she was still learning how to communicate, read and write, she acted mainly on her demonic instincts (a bit like Satan-) and she was slowly civilized, to re-enter the society of demons and to avoid being locked up in case she created problems for Devildom, especially since she would not have tolerated the idea of ​​being put back in chains...she would seem quite curious, but also hesitant and wary of new people besides the other RAD classmates, especially of humans, whom she still held grudge against considering what they've done to her and her family and her instinct would be to tear them apart, but Azul is trying to teach her self-control and the fact that not all human beings are like that, maybe even MC could help her change her mind and have faith in humanity again.Aside from that, she occasionally showed moments of joy, especially when she was allowed to feed as much as she wanted and when learned something new, still she seemed to have mixed feelings towards Domnra, despite him being the one who (unintentionally) freed her. Demya generally looked a little closer to Azul, perhaps due to the fact that he was the one primarily concerned with her rehabilitation, when he was mentally stable enough to do so of course. The three seemed to share some kind of strange sibiling relationship and having never seen angels at the time, having spent her childhood on earth among humans, Demya doesn't particularly mind communicating with them like other demons, despite them being angels not too long ago, however she would be slightly intimidated by Zuri (which would then pass in the future). With Odon she would feel quite at ease, being born a demon too, most likely there would be a little more understanding, complicity and Demya would not show fear, just due to the simple fact that she had never heard of them

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

At that time Domnra's anger issues were certainly more unmanageable and alternated with moments in which his only comfort was to be alone in the darkness, his new element,where he could cry and scream without appearing weak. He felt betrayed and abandoned by what he once thought of as home, but he knew he had to stay strong for Azul, the one who had taken their fall the hardest, and Zuri, who was fighting for giving them the chance to live and not just survive in Devildom. From a physical point of view he was also in quite bad shape, it took him a while to heal from his scars and it took him a few years to get used to being blind in one eye, wounds all caused during the Celestial War, but one of the things that put him more in trouble was the birth of Mobim, a curse that had been placed on him, a manifestation of the innocence and goodness he had lost, a constant reminder of his past ... at first, Domnra couldn't even look at its face , that frightened littlte creature, bound to him and forced to follow him forever, once Domnra even tried to escape to Earth for a while to avoid Mobim and it was there that he freed Demya by mistake. Partly he didn't even agree to take her home, but eventually he convinced himself that maybe having a demon on their side could be useful in Devildom and maybe such thing as helping someone,like he used to do as an angel, would distract Azul enough from his depressing episodes. Only over time Domnra would learn to accept Mobim as part of himself, however in the past their relationship wasn't the best

AZUL

At that time Azul was really in bad conditions, of all people, he was the one who took their fall from the Celestial Realm the worst, losing his beautiful butterfly wings and being attacked by the angels he used to consider his friends..those things were what made him snap into a blind madness, into a killing spree that he didn't think he was capable of, he had completely lost his mind for a brief lass of time, his usual light blue features turned a pitch black, the trauma was too much to bear and in addition to killing many angels, he also risked attacking Domnra, if Zuri hadn't intervened to make him come to his senses, she also took care of their wounds and then found them a place to stay, in the early days they all lived together for a matter of comfort and practicality, only later everyone would find their own home. Azul alternated moments of depression with moments of anger, but he tried to stay positive and Demya's arrival gave him an opportunity to distract himself and to train in order to control his new mood swings. He met new creatures, including spirits and ghosts, developed new skills and gradually began to become increasingly demonic and sadistic, and despite everything he began to better metabolize these changes and to accept his new life

ZURI

In that period Zuri didn't seem particularly upset by the events, at least on the outside. She felt a kind of duty to hold on and to protect the friends who had fought alongside her during the war, therefore she kept within herself the pain and the sadness she felt for how events had unfolded and she concentrated on keeping Domnra, Mobim, Azul and then Demya safe as a result, healing their wounds and fighting against any demon who dared facing them in their weak states. Although she had no regrets for her actions and although she felt freer than before, Zuri knew she no longer held an important position as before and she felt responsible for the safety of her friends, who had yet to process their traumas, so after having heard that other fallen angels had risen in position and importance by defeating Cerberus, she chose to act so that she, Azul, Domnra and Mobim could live with a shred of dignity and decided to go and face alone one of the most dangerous demons in hell, that barely showed themselves around and that many feared, even Barbatos...Odon. In the end the plan did not go as she had previously planned, but the result was still beneficial, she accepted Odon's conditions and from that moment on, the other demons began to respect/fear the other RAD classmates

ODON

In that period Odon limited themselves to observe with their eye-like creatures how things were going in Devildom, they had personally retired some time ago in a more hidden and peaceful environment, in the middle of the woods, in the meanders of a cave, so as not to frighten anyone anymore with their frightening presence and to reflect on themselves and their future, probably on the advice of Lord Diavolo too, one of the few who had the courage to speak to them, even when they were children. Diavolo told them about his project with RAD and Odon saw it as an opportunity to start over from scratch, even though they knew it wouldn't be easy at all, their social skills were still poor and the memories of their past actions were still too fresh for others demons to be willing to give them a chance, so when an opportunity presented itself, namely the fall of some angels from the Celestial Realm,Odon started to pay even more attention. At first they thought of trying with the seven brothers, but after having observed them for a long time, they thought it wasn't the case and that it would have been necessary to wait some more time for them to settle in,Odon doubted that they would have welcomed their eldritch person ... but in the end, it was another former angel who introduced herself to them, Zuri. Actually, her initial plan was to kill them to take their place and status as one of the most dangerous and powerful demons in history in order to finally get respected, which honestly Odon found quite funny, however they proposed another deal, a pact that would have benefited both of them, without the need for unnecessary bloodshed. The conditions were simple: Odon would be associated with them, consequently making them untouchable and fearsome, while they in return...would become Odon's "friends" or at least they would give him the opportunity to get to know them, giving them the chance to go out and to try to improve. Odon knew it was a strange arrangement, but they were happy that Zuri seemed to be reasonable. Odon used to be a bit awkward while interacting with people in the past and unintentionally creepy too, due to their big smile

[o-sunny-day]

@forgettable-au Babybones Fancomic ✨

“Keep Reading” for the rest :3 (10 Pages)

*deep breath*

you hear that?

thats the sound of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok. I spent. 31 Hours of my life on this. And i dont regret. a GODAMN thing.

i will go on, but first, A N A L Y S I S

PAGE 1

The title “Radio Star” comes from the song “Video Killed The Radio Star” by The Buggles. Its lyrics I believe are absolutely perfect for this AU, Examples being “Rewritten by machine and new technology” , “We hear the playback and it seemed so long ago” , and “We cant rewind we’ve gone too far”

The title also refers to how…1, they build a radio-

and 2, Sans calls Papyrus a Star at Grillbys if you call him “uncool”

PAGE 2

Nothing to note

PAGE 3

This is the first real scene I had in mind. The entire concept came from me imagining how Sans’ memories of Wingdings got overwritten, so where in memories he’d call Wingdings by his name, he calls him Papyrus.

In an animation with audio, itd be like “Aw cmon, P A P Y R U S” and be a silly little jumpscare.

Buttttt then ofc the idea turned into a thing where I couldn’t shape it into a “fake” memory.

I wanted to play with their characters as they WERE not how they remember them being.

PAGE 4

Nothing

PAGE 5

As they travel to the barrier, Wingdings is leading, and COMPLETELY focused on his goal. Ignoring Gerson (social interaction) while Sans takes his time and looks around getting “distracted”. This exemplifies the nature of their relationship.

Them in Hotland, they’re actually right next to the lab. Taking the elevator the guards were…guarding. So Sans is looking at the lab like “hey. Hey wingdings, look, look at that building, thats so cool”

PAGE 6

At the bottom is just another example of Wingdings being deadset on his goal, while Sans is helping out but still stopping to smell the flowers

PAGE 7

This panel makes me so happy-

It works??? vs It works!!!

Wingdings doesn’t come across as the kind of guy to doubt himself, I just think he’d be shocked at himself regardless that he pulled this off. Meanwhile Sans is just thrilled 😭

PAGE 8

N/A

PAGE 9

Oh boy this is the finale of explanation.

This conversation that Asgore and Sans have. Is REALLY important to me

Asgore/everyone that isnt sans, cannot understand Wingdings. So, Sans is talking for him. It may come across as him taking all the glory or whatever, but NO. look at his dialogue boxes! they’re not blocking out WD, and he’s like “YEAH 😊 MY BROTHERS SO FUCKING COOL”

Meanwhile Asgores boxes are completely blocking WD out. He thinks Sans built it cause hes doing all the explaining, and Sans isnt getting the hint that Asgore THINKS THAT HE MADE IT its a whole thing

Wingdings appreciates Sans, but he doesn’t appreciate people thinking he did all the work-

Asgores dialogue box when asking “How did you build such a thing??” is covering Wingdings, and he’s looking at SANS. he’s asking Sans how he built it, meanwhile Sans, still not getting the clue, is looking at wingdings like “:) cmon bro, tell him, you know ill translate for you!”

PAGE 10

Sans then understands at least that Wingdings does not want to indulge this- and goes into explaining mode, as hes done it so many times before-

Sans saying “You cant understand him” instead of something like “his font is hard to understand” is important because he is putting the “blame” on you. He’s fully aware this is something Wingdings WISHES he could change about himself so badly, so he just kinda naturally changes his tone which I find really fun when writing dialogue :3

This comic, I feel is an example of how much this AU/comic series means to me-

As much as I obsess over and LOVE comics as a medium, this is the first ever I have ever properly finished. ofc there have been like 2 page ones, but YEAH this is the first BIG one i have ever finished in my entire life.

These characters- as much as they’re Tobys, they are also Sunsestarts in my opinion. The situation they are put in of JUST the font trouble alone is something i’m SO fascinated by and clearly- had the time of my LIFE writing and playing with. And thats ignoring all the other shit that happens BECAUSE of that.

Undertale is special, The Forgettable AU is SPECIAL- THESE SKELETONS ARE SPECIAL

Im on the edge of my seat waiting to see what happens next because I know whatever it is, its gonna be special

also, I made this while listening to Slipping Through My Fingers on repeat. I regret nothing

((ALSO I HIGHLY RECOMMEND TIME/SPACE BY ALEX G, ITS A GREAT SONG IM DEFINITELY GONNA STORYBOARD A FORGETTABLE AMV TO CAUSE ITS REALLY REALLY GOOD, ID TOTALLY TIE IT TO THIS COMIC- BUT ITS MORE FOR PAPYRUS AND GASTER INTERACTIONS RATHER THAN BABYBONES???)

[dontlookatmytmntcollection]

*saunters into your inbox and hands you a small bouquet of pink roses as I tip my hat at you*

Howdidoo friend! Just wanted to drop in and hand you a little token of my thanks and appreciation for the incredible gift of writing that you so willingly share with the rest of us.

In floriography, the Victorian Language of flowers, pink roses represent gratitude and admiration as well well femininity and elegance, which I think you represent wonderfully well. You seem like a very down-to-earth individual with a good heart, so I just wanted to say thanks for being who you are and being brave with sharing your talents. I know it's scary, but you're doing remarkably, honey.

Well done 🙌🏼👏🏼🙌🏼🧡

I say that your requests were open and I'd like to give one a try if and only if you're up for it. (if not then no worries, do whatcha got to do to take care of that beautiful mind ok?)

This is gonna sound really silly, but I have these two off switches that like immediately shut me down. I found this out once ranting about a book to my friends in the library and my one friend just reached up, patted my head and then started playing with my hair. I immediately stuttered to a halt because it was like my brain short-circuited. The other off button for me, is just someone like cradling my head. I have ADHD so I'm constantly go go go. Just adding that little bit of pressure just makes me no joke zoink out, like there are no thunks in that brain whatsoever once you touch my head.

Learning this as Ive gotten older has made it so I'm quite protective of who touches my head because it can make me somewhat kind of vulnerable, so my question of the day is how would the turtles respond to accidentally finding out about somebody's “off” button like that.

You can do whatever you're comfortable with and feels easy to write as I'm not really expecting much. Once again, this is just a request, so please please take care of yourself, your mental health and social batteries please.

Just know I think you're pretty cool and I look forward to seeing what you come up with in the future 😊🧡✨

This'll be easy, because I have the EXACT same thing!

Rubbing my scalp or my face suddenly erases lifelong sleep or hyperactive issues! I melt into touches like that, knocks you out like a light. Sometimes it gets you feeling emotional, too, lol

Thank you for the sweet words, they made my day. Got me feeling seen too. Thanks again for the ask.

I hope you enjoy!

Touch-Sensitive Reader × TMNT

Mikey

-Mikey is less of a touchy guy while getting to know you.

-But he is IN YOUR SPACE.

-All the time.

-He's an EXTREMLY touchy guy.

-But he will wait for you to make the first move.

-Until then, it's all over.

-It will take very, VERY little time for him to find every. Single. Sweetspot.

-He knows where they are on himself, and he knows that everyone alive has a few.

-You had shyly crawled into his lap for the first time, him leanded all the way back on the arm while he pulled you into his chest.

-The movie had barely started by the time he noticed you had gone still. Something he rarely saw with you.

-He looked down, surprised to see your eyes close, your entire body limp in his arms.

-"Y/N?" He whispered, trying not to laugh. "Baby?"

-You didn't budge

-Didn't you tell him you were notoriously horrible at falling asleep?

-He smiled widely, glancing at his hand now hovering over your scalp.

-"Cool."

Donnie

-Nap date.

-He was on his first nap date.

-Sure, it was after a bit of a skwabble over his sleep schedule. Or lack of.

-But he finally gave into curling up in his hammock with you on top of him

-But to be honest, he had been wanting this too. All the naps he's been taking have been spent wishing you were there with him.

-Now you were!

-You had told him you'd stay here until he'd fall asleep.

-You'd asked him if you had his permission to listen to music and play on your phone, all efforts to keep you still.

-He'd agreed, just happy he'd somehow landed someone willing to touch him, let him fall asleep with them.

-His eyes had been dropping, and his fingers had begun to rhythmically comb through your hair.

-Geez, this was paradise. This was everything he ever could have hoped for. The warmth, the weight of your body, the texture of your skin- If life felt this good all the time-

-Your phone dropped from your hand onto his stomach with a soft 'clunk'.

-He hardly noticed until you didn't move to grab it.

-His eyes blinked open, squinting them hard at your head. He wasn't able to see your face, but he could now feel your deep, quiet breathing. How limp you were against him.

-He smiled, his head falling back to the support pillow.

-'Noted.' He thought.

Raph

-Raph could barely remember the times you didn't want to be touched.

-You were all over him right now, and while he didn't have energy to meet this amount of enthusiasm this late- he was defiently feeling as if he had died happy. Unbelieveing that this was his life now.

-Having a partner all over him on the bed. Kissing him everywhere mid conversation, trying to talk to him through your squirming about, trying to get comfortable.

-"C'mere." He whispered, pulling you against his torso, face to face. His right side, your left side on the bed.

-You're chattering went quiet, smiling wide while Raph ducked his face into the right of your jaw, his right hand going up to hold the weight of your head between the bedsheets.

-"Oh, hi." You said.

-"Hi." Raph closed his eyes, starting to brush his thumb gently over your left cheek, his enormous arm going around you tightly, holding you as close as you allowed him.

-He waited for you to continue with your vent- but when you didn't after a long moment- he pulled back to check on your expression.

-Your eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, your head sinking more and more into his hand.

-"Hey," Raph purred. "You like that?"

-You gurgled a noise out, making him smile.

-"Yeah?" He leaned back, lifting his right hand up to smooth over your other cheek, pressing just enough to smear the skin.

-You went completely unresponsive. The change sudden and new.

-Possessivness "You're so cute." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

Leo

-Leo had never seen you cry before.

-Something about a confrontation with a scary coworker and HR.

-He felt awkward, too big, too dumb and useless to do anything about you sobbing into his chest.

-While you held tightly to the straps on his chest in substitute of wrapping your own around him- he fought the urge to rip someone's limbs off.

-"I'm right here." He whispered instead. "You're okay, you're okay..."

-His hands combed through your hair, his lips against your scalp, preparing to be there all night.

-It took just a moment, but Leo felt the change as if it happened in him too.

-Your sobs became deep breaths, and your desperate grip on him transformers into your weight laying limp against him.

- "You okay?" Leo asked.

-"Don't stop." You whined.

-It startled a smile out of Leo, and he resumed the petting.

- Because what works, works, right?

[bunnysnuff]

Jealousy with Nick and Charlie✨

Pairing: Nick Nelson x m!reader x Charlie Spring.

Triggers: poly relationship, jealousy, mentions of a hickey.

Note: I don’t write jealousy very well. My apologies😊

Request.

Jealousy with Nick and Charlie✨

Although they’re the sweetest boys in the entire world, they get jealous as hell!!

Charlie’s jealousy comes from his insecurities about not being good enough for you and Nick. While Nick is just jealous at someone who even dares throw you or Charlie a suggestive look/touch. You both are his boyfriends!!.

Nick is the type of jealous that gets really quiet and pretend that it’s all fine, until he’s pushed too far. Where as Charlie, is a full on ‘stop or die’ type of jealousy.

The jealousy is bad especially since you’re not out as poly to anyone (expect your friends) and everyone assumes your single.

Nick and Charlie didn’t even realise how many people would flirt//try to get with you. The two are often asked if you’re single.

“No.” Charlie growled back at the random Year 11, who had came up to him and nick and asked if you were single. While Nick stood with his arms crossed, giving the Year 11 a death glare.

Another example would be at lunch.

The three of you sat in the art room, laughing and joking around (even sneaking a kiss or two) when a knock came on the door. All three of you jumped back to look and see it was a Year 10 named Adam, smiling, and asking if he could speak to you in private.

You all shared confused looks before you followed the year 10 out.

Nick and Charlie were leaning against the door, trying to listen to the whispered conversation between you and Adam.

They quickly run back to their spots when they noticed you coming back.

Charlie fell over a table in the process.

When you come back in, you sat back in your spot and continued eating, while they stared at you.

“What?”

“What did he want?” Nick asked, trying to keep his tone of voice cool and calm.

“He asked me to go on a date, to see that new horror movie tomorrow night.”

“And you said?”

“I said yes.”

Charlie and Nick looked at eachother in shock. Charlie could feel his body starting to shake while Nicks entire face went red. It wasn’t until you started laughing that they realised you had been joking.

“Y/N! Don’t do that.” Charlie laughed as he tackled you back onto the table and began tickling you for making them nervous. Nick breathed a sigh of relief out before joining in with Charlie to punish you for making them worry.

From then on, the two were a little more affectionate in person. Charlie held your hand more. Nick played with your hair. The two were all over you, especially when they noticed someone staring at you.

One time Nick even squeezed your butt at your locker and another time Charlie ‘accidentally’ left a hickey on your neck after rugby practice.

And that’s when rumours of your relationship spread throughout the school.

Nick and Charlie couldn’t of been happier, finally letting everyone know you were their boyfriend.

[hazelfoureyes]

Heyoooo ~

I've read your story 'The Safeword is RadioApple' and I have to say that this was a very different kind of hot. Like, Oh. My. God. That story was just~ And as someone who simps for both, Alastor and Lucifer, I definitely need more stories like this!!! So I wanted to ask if you could write another Alastor x female!Reader x Lucifer story? 😊

Maybe a story in which both of them are very active and having fun with Y/N at the same time? Or what if Alastor and Lucifer also kiss each other as well while still focusing on Y/N as the main part? 👀 I actually don't care if Y/N is in a relationship with one (or even both) of them (at the same time) but I think it would be really interesting if she isn't together with any of them at all? Like, they all just end up making out and going much further, maybe after a few drinks or any other circumstances that could lead to such a situation? 👀

This would be so cool and nice of you! 🫶🏻 But ofc you don't have to do it if you don't want! 😊

I hope the updates scratched that itch

⟢Lucifer x Reader x Alastor - The Safeword is RadioApple smut💦

Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

[starleska]

Omg your Wally headcanons are ✨!!!

Could you maybe write how Wally would react to a neighbor that is prone to fainting?

d'aww thank you very much sweet anon, that means a lot!! 🥰 oh yes, i'd love to - what a sweet idea!! i hope you don't mind that i've taken some liberties with describing the fainting condition - my apologies if they don't match up to your experience if you're prone to fainting yourself 💖

Wally Darling x a Reader Prone to Fainting headcanons

⭐ you're always a little embarrassed to admit you're prone to fainting. although you know it's a legitimate medical condition that can leave you seriously hurt (and it has!), you can't help but feel burdensome to those around you - especially if you're asking them to remove a fainting trigger. no one is ever nasty about it - but sometimes, you feel their pity hits just as hard as a bad word. because of this, when you first move to Wally's neighbourhood and meet your colourful new friends, it takes you a while to open up about your fainting. they're all such vibrant, kind people, you have to brace yourself for what you're sure will be a sickeningly sympathetic reaction 😷 ⭐ but when you tell Wally about your condition, he reacts in an unexpected way. a wide smile stretches across his face, and he laughs, not unkindly. "ha ha ha! that's interesting." baffled, you ask him if he's making fun of you. he shakes his head, and says simply, "your brain gets too excited by the world, so it has to go to sleep. i think that's wonderful." Wally's words stick with you for the rest of the day, and you can't help grinning to yourself when you think about your strange new friend's worldview. he always manages to find a way to turn the most difficult situation into an opportunity for learning 😊 ⭐ the first time you faint in front of him, Wally saves your life. your fainting triggers are wide and varied: standing up too quickly, certain smells, strong emotions. however, your most common trigger is low blood sugar - if you don't eat enough or at the right times, you're sure to go down like a sack of bricks. the day was roasting, and yourself, Wally and the rest of the neighbourhood were having a blast with water balloons, super soakers, and all manner of gizmos to try and beat the heat. in all the fun, you'd totally forgotten to eat, but you stubbornly ignored the warning signs (nausea, seeing lights, etc.). when Barnaby and Julie tried to pull you back into their game of water tag, you told them you're just going to take a moment and sit in the paddling pool. you take your seat in the water, hoping that the coolness will help calm your nervous system...but then you feel your consciousness slip 👀 ⭐ the next thing you know, Wally pulls you, coughing and spluttering, from the water. you're shocked - Wally is normally so relaxed and talks with a slow, steady kind of ease, but now he's babbling, desperately trying to get you to focus on him and tell him your name. thankfully, you'd only been passed out for a moment; Wally saw you go under and rushed into action immediately. by the time everyone returns from their game, Wally already has you wrapped up snugly in a towel, and insists to the others that they continue having fun while he gets you home safely. from that moment on, Wally always keeps a close eye on you and looks out for your triggers. he makes sure to remind you to eat - and keeps a few spare snacks around, just in case 💖 this was an interesting prompt indeed!! i hope it's to your liking, anon 🥰💖

[stardewsnail]

Hi, there! Nice to see a new SV blog! 😊 If your requests are still open, could I get a little something with the singles realising they’re attracted to the farmer after having a ✨spicy✨ dream about them? If that’s too many characters, then just Emily, Elliott and Penny is fine. Please and thank you! 🖤

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

Shout out to you for being the first request on this blog!

I didn't get to all the singles but I got those three and a few others. I might come back to this later, it was fun to write. Hope you enjoy!!

MINORS DNI, CW: sexual activity

total word count: 1,705

Emily

The room was a haze of sweet smoke and candlelight. The farmer was waiting, draped in nothing but a silky robe Emily recognized as her own design. They reclined carelessly on one of the many cushions that made up the center of the room, crystals lining the edge to make a circle. She didn’t know if this was some sort of spell–ritual–whatever, but she knew the hunger wouldn’t be satisfied until she crossed the threshold. 

“Em,” the farmer grinned and her feet moved unbidden. It felt more than natural to sit, straddling their lap, hands dipping under the smooth fabric to run across broad, toned shoulders. The farmer’s hands were heavy on her hips, dipping to grip her ass and pull her closer. They kissed her exposed neck, nipping, sucking—she gasped, a moan escaping her as the farmer found the sensitive spot where her neck met her collar. 

“Do you want me?” the farmer asked, half lidded eyes meeting hers.

“Yes!” Her reply was breathless. 

“EMILY!” 

Emily jumped awake, nearly falling off the sofa she had been napping on. Haley was home, talking a mile a minute, likely not even noticing her sister had been asleep. Not that she required any input from Emily as she went on about how her pictures were going to turn out and the new lighting technique she had used. 

Her own thoughts were a mess–did she really want the farmer like that? The answer came too quick to the front of her mind, nearly as fast as she had answered in her dream. Yes.

—> Emily was never one to beat around the bush. After confiding in her crush to Haley the two quickly came up with a plan to get Emily and the farmer closer

Penny

She shuddered as the farmer nipped her inner thigh, kissing higher and higher. The calloused hands on her hips were firm, holding her in place as their warm breath tumbled over her cunt.

“You’re so pretty like this,” the farmer murmured, eyes flicking up to meet Penny’s. She tried to respond, but as soon as she opened her mouth the farmer pressed their tongue inside her, dragging it to flick over her clit. The only noise she could make was a breathy gasp that stuck in her throat, curling out her lips in a moan.

“Please,” Penny murmured, trying to grind her hips down—to do anything to increase the friction.

“What my Penny wants, my Penny gets,” they chuckled, voice husky with lust. They pressed themselves back between her thighs and she nearly screamed, pleasure coiling through every nerve, hardly aware of her hands tangling in the farmer’s hair, urging them on—

Her eyes snapped open as the trailer door was slammed shut. Her mother was back from her nightly pilgrimage. She feigned sleep, her heart pounding so hard she was worried her mother would hear it and somehow know…but the bathroom door shut next and she exhaled, pressing her palms over her eyes.

She was dreaming about the farmer—about them doing— She shoved the thoughts down as if that would be enough to curb the itch in her bones. She has been thinking about them so often, she wasn’t totally surprised to see them in her dreams but to have imagined that…

She’d decided it was just a friend-crush. The farmer was cool and smart and funny and sure, definitely not unattractive but Penny just wanted another friend, right?

She always told the children honesty was the best policy and here she was lying to herself even in the privacy of her own mind. She wanted to be much more than a friend. 

—> Penny can’t look the farmer in the eyes for days after, Maru notices it and does a little pushing before realizing Penny has a crush. Penny never says a word about the dream to anyone unless she is actually sleeping with the farmer. Then she might say something like “this is better than that dream I had” which inevitably leads to a round two

Elliot

Elliot closed his eyes as the farmer brought the brush through his hair once more. Their hands were gentle, carefully untangling his locks until they were satisfied. The brush was set aside, their fingers now rubbing into his scalp. 

“You spoil me,” he murmured, tilting his head back into their knees so he could see their glittering eyes. 

“And? Try and stop me.” Their smile was soft. Elliot took their hand in his own, pressing his lips upon their knuckles. 

“Never,” he swore, turning to kneel in front of them. His hands rested on their thick thighs, gripping bare, muscled flesh as he half rose to kiss them. He felt their smile against his lips and their hands once again found his hair, tangling through the strands and pulling just hard enough–he caught their lower lip between his teeth and the noise they made was better than any song. 

At once he was moving, climbing on top of them as they scrambled to make room–he needed them–needed to be inside of them, to be one with them–the locked their legs around his hips, hands already unbuttoning his shirt to stroke the lean muscle beneath. 

“Elliot,” they whined, hips jerking as they pressed against his hard cock, “Please…”

Thunder shook his little shack, and he woke with a start. He lay there for a moment, stunned and breathing hard, trying to organize his thoughts around what his imagination had conjured. 

Elliot scrambled in the top drawer of his nightstand, grabbing the notebook and flashlight he kept there for any midnight bursts of inspiration. He had a new muse—a new star in the sky, a constellation of beauty. It was only natural for a poet to be attracted to them.

→ despite his initial bravado about it, he can’t help but be nervous around the farmer from this point on. He mentions he’s been writing more poetry lately and when they ask to read it he scrambles to find an excuse as to why no, they absolutely cannot. Leah gives him shit for it. (Think Pride and Prejudice and the comment to Darcy about “fine, dark eyes”)

Sebastian

Sebastian arched against the restraints that held his arms above his head, trying to crane his neck off the mattress enough to see what the farmer was doing. 

“Seb,” they tsked, appearing into his field of vision, “I told you to hold still.” 

“Sorry-” his words turned to a gasp as they ran their nails from his collar bone to his ankle as they walked around the bed. 

“I brought some new toys.” They continued as if he hadn’t spoken, “I think this one will be useful now.” They revealed a length of silk, letting it dangle over him just barely brushing the skin sending shivers across his body. 

“I don’t think you need to see. I want you to focus on what you’re feeling, okay, darling?” He nodded, not trusting his voice to be steady. They pulled themselves onto the bed, coming to straddle his hips, pressing his cock down flat against their lingerie. He whimpered, cheeks heating at the sound. They smirked, placing the cool blindfold over his face. 

Their kisses on his neck were lightning strikes, hot and almost painful. He was panting, squirming under their touch—

The clap of thunder woke him with a start. His heart raced as the dream came flooding back to him. 

Shit. 

Sure, the farmer was cute but��well shit. He thought the farmer was more than just cute. He couldn’t shake the image of them standing over him…he bit back a moan as his hand closed on his cock. That was a later problem. He had more pressing matters at hand. 

Shane

Shane hadn’t felt like this in years–the farmer had eyed him across the saloon and with a single look they had him following them out the door. And now here he was, his back pressed against their wall, feeling them smile into his neck as they peppered kisses down his throat. The farmer dropped to their knees, fumbling for a moment with the button of his shorts. 

“Fuck,” Shane hissed as they succeeded, his cock now exposed to the night air. They smirked up at him for the briefest moment before–

“Fuck–fuck that’s so good,” he whimpered, pressing a hand to his mouth as they swallowed him, bobbing down his full length–

The scream of a rooster had his eyes snapped open. Awake, sweaty, and beyond horny. This wasn’t good–he was the town drunk, the loser, the peaked-in-highschool gridball drop out…but he couldn’t shake the image of them looking up at him, mouth full…getting off to the thought of them was enough of an indulgence. 

→ Shane proceeds like normal, fully confident nothing will ever come from his desires

Abigail

Together they ran through the mines, swords in hand, working as a single well oiled machine slicing through slime after slime. The farmer’s arms were bare as they swung the pick ax once again, splitting a boulder in a single stroke. 

“Watch out!” Abigail yelled, lunging forward to destroy the mummy the farmer hadn’t noticed. 

“What would I ever do without you?” the farmer’s words were lilting, not teasing, but there was something in their eyes that set her face aflame. 

“I don’t know,” Abigail replied cooly, sheathing her weapon and closing the space between them. She grabbed them by the hips, pulling them tight against her body and into a passionate kiss. The farmer’s back hit the wall and they moaned as Abigail palmed their chest, able to feel their hard nipples through the thin shirt they’d worn. She hooked them by the knee, pulling their leg over her hip and pressing closer–

A sped up remix of some old pop song blasted through the house, making her jump as she woke. Aerobics. Fucking aerobics. She groaned, flopping back down in bed trying to hold the image of the farmer beneath her as long as she could. This was going to make for a very awkward Flower Festival tomorrow…but maybe the farmer would ask her to dance?

→ Abigail ends up lowkey stalking the farmer trying to learn more about them and get their attention

[death-threats]

Thank you very much for the fast answer and for being so nice ✨

Can I please have Kizaru with prompt 15. "Can they please fuck me, oh my God—" 😊

Thank you in advance 🙏✨

Being a Marine meant discipline. It meant that you knew how to fight, not flee. You were of a respectable rank and even had subordinates looking up to you for instruction and guidance. You were well-liked for being a little softer than your cohorts but you didn't let it diminish your tough reputation when you needed to dole out punishment for slackers here and there.

Day by day, you continued to work your hardest and you may be lying to yourself if you were to say you weren't showing off for a certain someone. In the beginning, you were strictly busting your butt just to be the best for yourself and for the Marines. After getting to know Kizaru though...you were trying to be the best for him.

As you moved through the rank and file of everyday life, he began to take notice of you. He'd ask you out to lunch, to come in his office and talk about your day and vent if you needed to, and you spent time together on more than one occasion when you weren't needed on base. Those days were extra special for you.

One cool Sunday morning, he picked you up for brunch - his treat. The two of you walked to a nearby cafe and you couldn't help but notice his new, freshly-pressed suit. Your nails dug into your palms as you tried not to stare at how amazing his long, toned legs looked in those slacks. "Can he please fuck me? Oh my god."

He turned his head to you as he opened the door to the cafe, ushering you indoors. "What was that?" He asked.

Had you said that out loud? Oh shit. Ohhhh shit. "I didn't say anything." Hopefully that wasn't a lie.

A smooth, honeylike laugh left his lips and he looked down at you over his tinted lenses. "Do I have to write you up for insubordination? Tell me what you said. A little louder this time."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and disregarded the few customers that were engrossed in their own conversations around you. It was just you and Kizaru. "I said, can you please fuck me."

"That's what I thought you said." He smirked, crooking a finger under your chin. "Let's eat first, then how about we discuss this further afterwards?"

[oya-oya-okay]

Hi! Came to pop in & hopefully it will work! ^^; so this might be a test but I also thought this be cute to ask since I’m already in love with your art & OC sooooooo… how does Shishio react to being in love & how does he handle it? I just imagine blushy face & tsun vibes. ^^

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR INTEREST IN SHISHIO😭😭😭 Its very cute💕💕💕💘💘💘 Actually, I figured out how Shishio would fall in love with Epel!😊

It's going to be a long "acceptance" stage. Initially, Shishio will not understand why his heart stops at the sight of Epel, why he worries that they will accidentally touch hands and the like!!💓💓💓

He will really go crazy because this will be the first time he has fallen in love with someone😳 He likes Epel because of his sincerity in feelings and desires, he loves Epel in any of its manifestations (when he behaves cool or when he behaves "aesthetically" and calmly✨)

After Shishio admits that he has FALLEN IN LOVE, he will just accept it💘 I don't think he will dare to confess to Epel, he will just always express his love and try to spend time with him and support him!!!💕💕💕💕 (at least until Epel falls in love with Shishio himself. But I haven't thought about it yet😳😳😳😳😳😳)

Just a doodle when Shishio falls in love with Epel even more<3 (Epel did something that Vil didn't like🙃)

Someday I will draw how Shishio fell in love with Epel 🧇💘🍎 And also more of their interactions so that you can get to know their dynamics better!!💕💗 It annoys me that I write too much, sorry😬😬😬

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiya, Mousy! 👋🏻✨ I'm just gonna ask here... I'm tempted to know all but I'll stick to a few. Hopefully, it's not too much! But if it's too much, feel free to answer the ones you have already cooked! ^^ Here's my question.

How do you think would the villagers of SVE such as Gunther, Marlon, Gil, Andy, and Susan (along with the bachelor/ettes from both SVE & SDV as well) react to...

... 'durians'? 👀

(A very smelly fruit. But it can be sweet inside like any other fruit!)

Gunther, Marlon and Gil may not be from SVE, but they became social NPC in Expanded, so yes. I hope that's okay! 😅 I have another ask coming, by the way...

Heyyyyyyyyyy! 👋❤️ It's good to see you in my askbox :D

I was thinking about writing..... about everyone you asked (so it's going to be a long post, fair warning Jesus Christ it's huge!). I liked the idea and got a little carried away with the inspiration. Well, I'm off to write an answer to your second question then ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Thanks for your ask 😊 Enjoy!

PS: I have never smelled or tasted a durian in my life, so I apologize if any details of the description of the fruit may not match reality.

SDV and SVE bachelors/ettes and townies react to the Durian fruit:

✨Bachelors✨

Shane:

...What the fuck did Farmer bring? What is thi- Oh, fuck, yuck! Are they fucking crazy?! No, don't even think about bringing that shit to the ranch. Get the fuck outta here! Seriously, what's the matter with Farmer, they're gonna use that thing to set up a gas chamber in his aunt and or something? A gift!? A fucking gift, thank you very much!... Okay, Shane thinks the pulp is really tasty, and Jas straight up loved this weird thing. But please, for fuck's sake, don't bring them fresh fruit, okay? And, uh... thanks.

Sebastian:

Sebastian was so confident in his victory in another billiard competition that he did not even immediately realize how the Farmer, victoriously expressed their wish, which now the loser must fulfill? To smell and eat durian? Isn't that the fruit that- oh, yuck, yep, that's the fruit he's thinking about. The smell is easy to describe: like dirty old socks and the smell of sewage. But the taste is cool, words can't describe what the flavor is exactly, but it's cool.

Sam:

Yo! Yooooo! Man, that stinks! Sam had seen a lot of videos on the internet of people eating the weirdest foods, and he was interested in fresh durian too. And then the Farmer brings them a whole fruit to taste. The tasting takes place outside, though, because Jodi won't let them in. Sam's mother can't stand the stench, even if the exotic fruit is like the food of the gods. It tastes okay, Sam thoughts, like vanilla.

Elliott:

Elliott is a little confused, not knowing whether to thank Farmer sincerely or try to politely decline. When the conversation turns to the fact that the Farmer wants to give the writer a durian..... Elliott had encountered this infamous fruit in his youth, and as you can guess - the surprise was not a pleasant one. What was pleasant, however, was the fact that the Farmer brought him a fried fruit, without the repulsive odor. Ah, what a rich flavor! Thank you very much, Farmer. Such a palette of flavor immediately inspired Elliott to write a short story about the beauty and richness of the tropics!

Harvey:

Harvey had heard a lot about the properties of durian. This fruit is considered both very useful and very dangerous, and by "dangerous" he means not only the unbearable odor. It is contraindicated for people with high blood pressure. At the same time, durian has a strong bactericidal effect due to the substance indole contained in it, helps to eliminate toxins from the body. Although, the taste of durian, the pulp of which was kindly brought by the farmer, is quite specific, as if banana-onion puree. Not bad, just specific.

Alex:

The athlete's first reaction to durian was a great desire to kick this fruit. For a very long distance. Like a gridball, to the other side of town (or better yet, to the end of the world). What a stench! Alex definitely couldn't stand such a smell, although he had to smell different odors in the locker room of the bathhouse not of his own free will. But this was the worst of all. He doesn't even want to taste the pulp, firmly convinced that it tastes as bad as it smells. Nope, thanks.

Lance:

Ah, Lance has had time to taste many exotic fruits in his life, and the ever-famous durian was no exception. He remembers this fruit from his childhood, as durian pulp was a frequent treat and an ingredient in his family's dishes. He also remembers his father jokingly threatening to put little Lance in a room with the foul-smelling fruit for a full one minute if he misbehaved. They would never do such a thing, of course, but little Lance didn't want to test fate then. Fortunately, a few magic tricks in his arsenal allow him to enjoy the taste of childhood to this day, avoiding the foul odor.

Victor:

Yoba, have pity on poor Victor... Did the Farmer become a lover of strange (and sometimes dubious) delicacies, just like Victor's dear mother? Olivia used to give him durian pulp for dessert when he was a child, and Victor, not wanting to contradict his mother, ate it with no small pleasure. He finds the fruit's flavor strange: cheesy, nutty notes with onions. Some people like it, but he doesn't. Fortunately, Victor is old enough to cook his own food, and he certainly doesn't want to remember the "taste" of his childhood, so sorry Farmer, but he'll have to pass. Especially with that smell, good Lord!

Magnus:

You wouldn't believe it, Farmer, but when he was young, Magnus and his peers at the Castle Village Academy of Magic had put a foul-smelling fruit in one of the professors' classrooms to play a prank. Alas, they didn't know that it was dangerous to keep the fruit indoors. No one was hurt, fortunately, but spirits, how they were scolded afterwards! The pulp itself tasted okay (not that Magnus was obsessed with durian), but he would gladly accept a treat from the Farmer. The wizard will make tea for the two of them, and he'll tell the Farmer more stories from his youth.

✨Bachelorettes✨

Maru:

Durio zibethinus, the most common tree species in the genus Durio that are known as durian. A unique flora, Maru read books and articles about it with interest. She and her dad had to explore many interesting fruits, but they never brought the durian fruit to the laboratory. If there is a desire or opportunity, then the Farmer can donate one fruit for science! Um, and please let Maru know in advance if they want to bring durians, at least they'll have time to grab respirators.

Haley:

Ewwwww! And the Farmer was able to grow that stinky stuff on their farm? They are either the bravest or the stupidest. You want me to try it? Are you out of your mind? Like, tasty fruit? Hmm, only if the Farmer removes the odor and puts the pulp on a plate. Hee-hee, this fruit is quite tasty - something between a persimmon and a papaya. Can you get more? Haley would love to order more fruit (just no peels, please).

Emily:

Emily accurately described the fruit, calling it an "ugly duckling": the outside of the durian, which attracts flies and repels people with its odor, inside holds the food that many sweet fruit lovers dream of. Plus, the fruit is rich in B vitamins, potassium and magnesium, so it's still very healthy! The smell doesn't scare her, but it's better to handle a fresh durian outside (or Haley will never let the two of them in the house).

Abigail:

Oh! Oh! Abigail heard about durian, that it stinks so unbearably it's been banned in some regions. Heck yeah, she's already thought of a great prank she wants to give her dad >:D Oh, you only brought fruit pulp? Bummer... Okay, well, let's see what you got. Hey, it's actually really good, it's kind of like banana pudding.

Penny:

No no no no no... Please don't bring that to Penny. She knows exactly what durian is. No, she hasn't tasted the fruit, but the description from the book in the library was enough for her not to mess with the fruit. No, please, Penny can't.... Huh? Oh, the Farmer gave her... candied fruit? Durian candied fruit. Oh, she was afraid it was a whole fresh durian, so.... Thank you very much, Farmer. She's sure gonna want to make something for them, too, as a thank you.

Leah:

It wasn't often that Leah could taste the kind of fruit that came from faraway lands. Her preferences were usually forest berries and apples, and Leah didn't suffer at all from not trying some obscure strange fruit. And to be honest, after the durian the Farmer had kindly given her, Leah would rather keep eating forest fruits. Don't get her wrong, she doesn't want to seem ungrateful, and the fruit is quite sweet and tasty. But at least they warned her for the smell, all the flies flew to her house!

Sophia:

Oh, Sophia loves durian mochi, it's one of her favorite sweets! After the comic-con in Zuzu City, she and Scarlet always go to the dessert store, and Sopha always gets a mochi with this fruit. The idea of making mochi with the Farmer from real fresh durian he, in Stardew Valley, really appealed to her. Unpleasant odor? She's kind of heard it, but Sophia thinks it's not that ba- Ah! Ewww! *gagging* Now the pink-haired girl understands why sweet rice cakes made from this fruit are so expensive - few people would want to work with such a stinker in the kitchen! But for mochi she's willing to do anything.

Olivia:

Batter-fried durian, durian mooncakes, durian soup, durian soufflé.... Olivia's taste is quite refined, and her table was often filled with a variety of exotic delicacies and expensive foodstuffs. Durian was no exception. But for all that, she never bought durian in fresh form, as she perfectly understood that the stench from this fruit with a notorious peculiarity in a huge house will stand for a week. So she would not accept unprocessed fruit from the Farmer. No offense, dear. She is touched by their generosity, but better safe than sorry.

Claire

The poor cashier's whole life flew before her eyes when she overheard the conversation of Morris, her boss, in senior management. The topic was about expanding the range of Joja products, and the focus was on vegetables and fruits, and the mention of the word "durian" made her shudder. Luckily, Joja's superiors didn't want to add this fruit to the market... Not yet. Most likely, if Joja agrees to sell this fruit, it will only be in canned form. But Claire doesn't want to push her luck....

✨Townspeople✨

Gunter:

"Well, this will definitely break any runny nose," Gunther thought to himself as the Farmer decided to show him the freshly grown durian. Luckily, the farmer had thought to show the fruit outside instead of in the library lobby where Penny and the kids are always sitting. He definitely had a book about different exotic fruits and berries.... The butter and vanilla flavored pulp that the fruit gives off is quite tasty. But the smell, oh my goodness....

Andy:

What the hell kind of filth did they bring to his farm?! Get it off his property and don't come here until you've thrown it away, burned your clothes and washed themselves with soap! Andy had seen all sorts of unusual fruits and vegetables, but this he would not tolerate. It smells so bad it makes him want to drown himself in the nearest pond. No, he doesn't want to taste the pulp, so don't get upset like a little child. Take that farmer's nightmare back where you find it, Farmer.

Susan:

Oh, my goodness. Durian for Susan? Thank you so much, Farmer, you're such a sweetheart. But, just to be clear, Susan still wanted to know if Farmer was bringing her fresh durian, as the smell could be unbearable, to say the least. Oh, is that durian jam? Thank you, sweetie. Be sure to come to her house tomorrow for durian jam pie, she'll be happy to chat with them and give them some tasty baked goods with exotic fruit!

Marlon:

Considering that one of Marlon's specialties is frog legs or rice with poisonous (though the poison is removed during cooking) mushrooms, he will hardly be surprised by such a strange fruit as durian. The odor is unbearable, that's true, you can even drive monsters out of mines (and suffocate yourself). But the durian roast turned out quite tolerable, it goes very well with meat. Hmm, he doesn't look surprised? Trust him, he's seen stranger things in his life.

Gil:

Gil, for some reason, is beginning to feel like he has a generic curse on him. Almost his entire life as an adventurer he's been a victim of his best one-eyed friend and comrade's cooking, and now their new Guild member has brought some crap that announces to the neighborhood with all its odor that it's inedible. He even woke up from the stench (nothing could wake him up, but the durian did impossible). He didn't want to taste the "divine" fruit either when he learned from the Farmer that it was strictly forbidden to consume it with alcohol. A shame, maybe it would have been a good appetizer for his brandy...

[butteronabun]

Hear, hear!

Guys, so fortunately, last month - I reached a hundred followers on this blog account, and to celebrate, I’ll be taking DILUC ONE-SHOT REQUESTS! Yahoo! 🥳 [NOW CLOSED]

I’d like to thank everyone who has been with me on this short journey so far, and it has been a pleasure writing for the Diluc lovers. 🫂 Here’s to many more fics to share ~ 🤍

REQUESTS RULES AND REQUIREMENTS (UNDER THE CUT):

1. For the request format, I’d like to be organized, so please send the following:

diluc + trope/dynamic + au + genre + quote

(example: diluc + friends to lovers + modern au + comedy + “so this is weird, i know we’re neighbors who never talk to each other but i seriously need your help. there’s a monster— i- i mean, there’s a spider, and you look strong enough to become my knight in shining armor.”)

2. The quote is optional, but I would very much appreciate it because it’d be easier for me to write 😊🤍 Or dialogues could be an option, as well.

(example: diluc + friends to lovers + modern au + comedy

“so this is weird, i know we’re neighbors who never talk to each other but i seriously need your help. there’s a monster— i- i mean, there’s a spider, and you look strong enough to become my knight in shining armor.”

“…what?”)

3. Feel free to elaborate more on your request by adding a paragraph below the request format! Go crazy specific✨

(example: diluc + friends to lovers + modern au + comedy

“so this is weird, i know we’re neighbors who never talk to each other but i seriously need your help. there’s a monster— i- i mean, there’s a spider, and you look strong enough to become my knight in shining armor.”

“…what?”

diluc actually crushes on with the reader all this time so they’re not an entire stranger to him 🤪)

4. Please indicate if your reader is a she/her or gender neutral.

Now that we’re finished with the request format, here are some rules:

1.) I have the liberty to reject any requests who did not follow the format / who did not adhere to the rules / if it makes me uncomfy. (Sorry! 🙇🏻‍♀️ Though do send me an ask if you’re unsure 🫂 We cool here)

2.) I will not write any explicit NSFW, but mild suggestiveness is alright with me. Let’s keep it SFW guys! 🫣

3.) At most, I’ll be writing (hopefully) a minimum of 500 words and a maximum of 1k-2k words one-shots. 💞 Hope you understand! So at most, simpler requests will be appreciated.

4.) Exceptions. Please bear with me. I’m not going to write any of the following:

- high school / college au

- pregnancy

- self harm

- violence

- affairs

- yandere

Thank you for understanding! I’m looking forward to all of your requests. 🤍 Haveeee a w o n d e r f u l day ✨

Update [11/03/24]: Again, I won’t be taking any requests anymore. Thank you for understanding!

[wallpaper-inside-my-heart]

💛Smoshblr December Asks Final Day💙

IMPORTANT NOTES (that I forgot to include in todays ask):

If you aren't done with answering all your questions yet, but want to; then don't feel any pressure to do this today 🤗 Just bc it says december on the tin, doesn't mean I will appreciate getting your answer any less, if it's in late january or smth 🫶

also: I promise I will get around to looking at & interacting with everyone's responses! I promise I did not forget about you, I have just been/still am incredibly busy irl 🙈

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alright, buckle in folks, this is a long one 😅✨

(Split into three parts like the other asks; No pressure to any of you to do the same tho, I just really like this format and it suited my thoughts/organizing needs)

My favourite smosh related memories of 2023 (chronologically):

Tldr:

1.) Joining the smoshblr community 💚

2.) Spommy nation 💜

3.) Smoshblr December Asks 💛💙

now for anyone who is interested in me rambling way too much:

Joining the Smoshblr community 💚

I got into smosh at the start of this year bc of the Reddit stories videos (I watched a couple smosh vids over the years before, but never consistently followed their releases). They became smth I looked forward to every week and lead me to check out more smosh videos in general! I also remember checking the tumblr tag for smosh back then and being a little disappointed, that the fandom was fairly inactive, barring a few exceptions <3

And then the reunion happened and it took me like 3 whole days or so to actually realizewhat went down 🙈. Bc I saw the thumbnails for the interview and the 2t1l vids and was just like “Aww, it’s so nice that they are friends again and doing a collab! 😊 (I’ll watch these later tho…)” Little did I know that finally watching them would turn my year around in a way that I could have never seen coming!

Suddenly the Smoshblr community exploded with activity and so so many lovely ppl joined and started sharing their thoughts and feelings about the reunion. And while I wasn’t an OG fan by any stretch, it really felt like there was magic in the air/ on this platform! 😹💕

I’ve been into fandom for more than half of my life by now. But I’ve never really gotten “personally” involved in any active communities. Just someone hovering on the sidelines and simply liking & reblogging stuff from time to time.

But with this community smth just started to click for me and made me to get “more out of my shell” or whatever idioms might apply here. And this allowed me to meet so many awesome people!! 💖 Special shoutout to @wiggog-y-hecox 💜, who was literally my first friend in this community! I still so fondly remember our talks about your cool smosh AU concepts! 🤗💙 And also to @swiftllama 🩵 for discussing so many taylor swift lyrics and ianthony with me (+occasionally good omens too 😹💕) And also @japhan2023! 💚 I know we’ve been chatting on and off since the beginning, but I am also so so happy that this month in particular allowed us to grow even closer!

2. Spommy nation 💜

So we’re moving into the middle/end of summer now on the timeline for this one. I was in the middle of writing my bachelor thesis and really going through it mentally bc of that. Getting deeper and deeper into the Smoshblr community also lead me to check out more smosh fanfics in general. Which is how I discovered the fic the right side of my neck (still smells like you) - jovenshires (imdeansgirl) - Smosh [Archive of Our Own] by our beloved @jovenshires 🩷.

Now I’ve told Katie <3 this story before so I’ll keep it brief here; but basically smth about this fic was incredibly comforting to my overworked brain. And I’ve reread it more times that I’ve ever read a fanfic in my life before that. And I truly think it has forever changed my brain chemistry, and also made me very attached to this ship (aside from the fact, that spommy is genuinely such an amazingly adorable ship with incredible amounts of potential, like!! I don’t wanna downplay that bc of the chemical reactions in my brain around that time 🙈) Some more stuff happened which eventually lead me to become friends with Katie, who is truly one of the ppl I treasure the most in the world at this point 💖

But I also wanted to mention Spommy nation as a whole, bc this subsection of the fandom is filled with so many kind, creative and just generally amazing people!And I also just love all of us freaking out whenever we get new crumbs for this ship lmao 😹💕

Special shoutouts to @soupy-girl 💛, Kit! @hoohoobeanie 🖤, Mer!!! @tommybowefuneralattendee 💜, @ancientvamp 🤍 & Snel @blondeforyou 💙 for being some of spommy’s nations strongest soldiers 🫡 and also absolutely lovely and incredible people in general, who I adore so so much🫶🥰

3. Smoshblr December asks 💛💙

I doubt anyone didn’t see this coming 🙈😹

So, I had been meaning to do smth inspired by the “Shayne guesses” series for a while now (also the fact that the official smosh compilation of those vids dropped this week, near the end of this challenge, is so funny to me for some reason). But I never quite figured out how to do it, since I knew guessing for eachother would be difficult. And if I just started randomly messaging all the blogs I’ve followed with an onslaught of these questions, it might get a bit weird or overwhelming 😅…

⚠️slight too personal ramblings ahead, that I don’t wanna force on anyone without warning⚠️

And then, towards the end of November, I gotta be honest, I was really not doing well, especially mentally. (First masters semester and I was still sorta dealing with the damage I caused to my brain while writing the thesis and barely getting two weeks between defending it and starting the new semester to truly recover from it all) And I knew december would get worse, bc I still hadn’t finished all the Christmas presents for my family, assignments were piling up & I kept on catching way too little sleep.

So all of these stressful thoughts made me think “You know, a lot of other ppl are probably struggling with similar stuff rn, especially during these dark & cold times of the year. So why not try to do smth that might bring some joy or fun into other ppl’s lives?” And that’s how I literally typed up that initial post, two days before December started without having planned it for more than a literal day or so 🙈😹 (I did already have a long list of questions, bc I started doing the top 3 stuff in my friendgroup, but rearranging everything to fit the sorta 3-day cycle I wanted to do, still happened up until last week lmao; tho I always knew that this would be the last question <3)

(end of rambling ⚠️)

And I was genuinely, positively overwhelmed by how many people wanted to join in for this silly little game!🥹 I love and appreciate all of you, whether you stuck around for the whole month, might still be catching up on some of the questions (which, no worries, I know there were a lot 🤗) or just answered a few of them! 🤗💖 And as I am currently fighting the urge to tag every single person who participated in this activity, I cannot help myself but atthe very least tag the ppl that I feel like I have grown closest to/gotten to know a hell of a lot better, over the course of this month (some of which I may have known/followed for a while now, but some I also got to know mainly bc of them joining in on this journey with me in the first place: @ceilidhasworld ❤️, @fantasticduckchaos 🩶, @notthatalex 🖤, @natashasbitxh 🧡, @shaynetopps 💜,  @only-frann 💛, @smoshmonker 💚, @smoshidiot 🩷, @craintheodora 🩵, and so so many more of you guys! I just don’t want this entire post to become a taglist or send this to too many ppls notifications 🙈🫶

Note:

I know that I am super behind on interacting with everyone's responses! 🙈 And I promise that I will get to each of them eventually! 🤗 I am just super busy with assignments and exam prep atm. And also get very easily overwhelmed by talking a lot to people, even if it's just online 😅 (I love and appreciate ppl reaching out, asking questions or otherwise trying to have a conversation with me tho! It might just take me a good while to respond in some cases, which I promise has nothing to do with how much I value any of you 🥹🫶💞)

PS: The month might be over, but I do have something special planned in honor of this event and everyone participating in it 👀🫶

💚 Smoshblr December Wrapped 💚

[justmossyall]

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)!!

oughhhh that’s a little difficult for me these days but let me cook i’ve gotta be a good example of positivity to the people of tumblr

my hair is a pain in the ass but it looks good i like my curls :)

im good at writing (i think)

im kind to everyone

i have a pretty good sense of style i think at the very least im happy with it

i am very good at helping other people

YOUR TURN YOU BETTER REBLOG WITH YOUR 5 ASAP OR IM SPAMMING YOUR ASKS‼️💕🔥🥰😡😊✨

[fruitytrollroll]

Hello! I’ve been advised to ask you about how you would plan to write the sequel “yet i do fear thy nature.” How would you say you would go about it? - void

omg hiii hello :) @mouseyblue-ao3 and i looove collaborating on writing (see our robo scarab collection including our latest scorbo rp, our spades slick/bec noir fic, etc)! i've had the privilege of beta-ing for them several times, and they've been kind enough to make several unofficial sequels listed as "inspired by" some of my work... but I think this is the first time I'm writing a proper sequel for something of theirs?? so i'm SUPER EXCITED!!! 🤩✨

SO!!

My initial thought, when yet i do fear thy nature was still in the planning stages, was that I could have Orbo let Scarab stay at his home as a kind of witness protection situation, with Orbo somehow getting permission from the Boss to have his home taken "off-the-grid", so to speak--that way it would be unable to be monitored from the Time Room, and Scarab didn't have to worry about Prismo spying on him all the time after escaping his clutches. 🥺

Then, Orbo could give Scarab his own room, while telling Scarab he could "do whatever he wanted" to Orbo as revenge... resulting in some pretty spicy reclamation of agency on Scarab's part with Orbo as his willing victim~ 😊💞

But in that situation, I had imagined Orbo only as Scarab's rescuer with a long-time crush on him... So when mousey finally wrote it out, and they made Orbo not only haplessly complicit in Scarab's rape, but a fellow perpetrator, that added some interesting complications...! Most crucially, it hadn't occurred to me that Orbo might have a mancrush on Prismo--but not only did mousey make a compelling argument for that being the underpinning motivation behind Orbo saying "Prismo? Nah, that guy's cool. He wouldn't do that! <:)" they went and made it a PIVOTAL ELEMENT OF ORBO'S SUSCEPTIBILITY TO PEER PRESSURE IN THE ORIGINAL WORK!

so I'm just sitting here thinking, like... okay... I can't NOT address the Prismo thing, right...?!??!

So maybe Orbo has always been crushing on Scarab AND Prismo (this heightens the tragedy of Orbo believing he was getting everything he wanted from Prismo's deceit in yet i do fear thy nature 🥲)... Let's say his crush on Prismo was absolutely obsessive. I'm talking fanboy levels of maladaptive, parasocial admiration. MAYBE Orbo asked for his home to be taken off the grid a long time ago, citing reasons of "privacy"... I mean, it's one thing for Prismo to be a cosmic voyeur of all mortalkind in every dimension, but it's another thing to have to go to work with a guy who might have been watching you sleep or shower or masturbate while calling his name, right? Nothing unusual with Orbo wanting to keep his work and home lives separate!

But maybe with the added security of knowing his home is truly beyond Prismo's sight, he was able to feel more comfortable indulging that crush with somethingl ike, a room full of custom Prismo merchandise... painted the same sunshine yellow as the Time Room, Prismo area rug, Prismo body pillow, Prismo-themed bedspread. Obviously after rescuing Scarab he has to toss it all... But maybe Scarab catches him in the act and demands to know what he's doing with all this garbage. Orbo is mortified, bites his lip and scuffs his heel on the carpet, but he swears he's trashing it... Never meet your heroes, haha...! But y'know. Maybe Scarab snatches the gigantic Prismo plush/body pillow and takes it back to his room and locks the door... Orbo feels a little culpable for handing over such a patently maladaptive coping mechanism, but well... if anyone needs a safe stand-in for Prismo to cope with his unwilling desire and lingering trauma, it's Scarab, right? 🥺

So basically it's Orbo and Scarab living in the most fraught domestic bliss known to man (I love crippling Orbo with guilt 😇), while Orbo tries to respect Scarab's boundaries (and fails half the time bc he wants him so bad), while Scarab copes with his NEWLY ACTIVATED LIBIDO and having PRECIOUS FEW OUTLETS (he doesn't even know how to masturbate 😭) (but then, Orbo is right there...)

so like the highlight of all this and the part that's living in my brain rent free rn is the thought of Orbo knocking on Scarab's door and telling him to come down for dinner or sth, and when Scarab doesn't answer he opens the door and sees him riding the giant Prismo plush... 😵‍💫 but Scarab is so frustrated... poor thing doesn't know what he's DOING... Scarab gasps in scandalized humiliation and Orbo flushes and hastily apologizes and slams the door shut. and then thinks. well. Scrabby didn't lock the door, did he...?

so Orbo comes BACK INSIDE and gets astride that giant prismo plush behind Scarab and gently guides his hips to show him how it's done 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 hi im unwell!!!

anyway that's the plan--a few more awkward scenes like that as they orbit around each other, grow closer, orbo taking such good care of scarab... 🥺 then wrap it all up with the most disgustingly sweet domestic bliss you've ever seen in your LIFE after they get over all their hang-ups, live happily ever after, the end!! :)

[lynzishell]

🎶✨ When you get this, you have to write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them. Then send this (ask or tag) to 10 cool people✨🎶

tysm for the tag @stargazer-sims !!

as per usual, a variety of genres, but that's how I like it 😊

Love is Wasted in the Dark - Geographer

A Little Too Much - Longstocking

Up the Cuts - Against Me!

Missy - The Airborne Toxic Event

How to Be Dead - Snow Patrol

I'll tag a few folks, but ofc feel free to ignore if it's not your thing. @lotuso3o @smok3inm1rrors @igotsnothing @zosa95 @bakersimmer @sims4thehoes @elysiantrait @captainsilversims @beachyserasims @leighsmemorybox and anyone else that wants to try! I'll back you up if you say I tagged you 😉

[yikes-00]

Hi, I’m new here and I just wanted to say: I’m a big fan of your writing! Thank you for your service!

So, if you’re still doing them, for the smut prompts:

"So...you wanna have sex?" (Hangster)

Please and thank you ❤️

Hello!! Oh my gosh that is SO SWEET of you to say. I’m so very glad you’re in this fandom. It’s a great place to be😊 I hope you enjoy this!! Also please feel free to dm me if your mind took it a different place and I will be happy to write another one!✨

WC: 490

Rating: E/Explicit

Tags: Public sex/they fuck on a car, exhibition (They’re outside), clothed sex, Protected sex

AN: Good vibes and sunshine!!! I hope everyone is having a good day✨💙

“So, you wanna have sex?” 

Jake turns. Bradley is leaning against the bar next to him, his glasses are tucked into the front of his shirt. A lazy smile that only shows on his face when Bradley is about to get exactly what he wants spreads over his face. 

“Why?” Jake’s question is asked with less forcefulness than he cares for. More a lingering doubt or insecurity than the venom that usually covers his words. 

Bradley shrugs. “I’m hot,” he says slowly leaning in. Old tricks work better than the new moves and Jake knows now why Bradley never leaves alone. “You’re hot. It’s closing time and we’re both alone.” 

“So I’m the last resort,” Jake grumbles. It sits low in his stomach. Half arousal, half annoyance that Jake isn’t sober enough to want to say no. 

Bradley shift. A warm thigh touches him before a finger hooks under Jake’s chin turning him to look at Bradley. 

“Or maybe,” Bradley says in a low voice, “I’ve been waiting for you to be alone, it’s just taken a few years.” 

Jake’s eyes flutter. “Yours or mine?” 

Bradley’s lips press hard against Jake’s. A surprised gasp leaves Jake which is quickly swallowed by Bradley. His tongue slides into Jake’s mouth as the fingers on his chin fan out until they’re gripping the back of Jake’s neck. The kiss breaks and Bradley looks desperate already. Flush high in his face and eyes dark.

“Too far.” 

Jake raises a brow. He downs his whiskey and throws bills on the counter before following Bradley out of the bar. The air is cool. Jake doesn't bother unbuttoning his shirt as he walks across the parking lot to the Bronco. Bradley pulls him in, his hands tight on Jake’s body as he turns Jake, pressing him against the driver’s door. 

Jake moans. Bradley’s fingers pull at his jeans until Bradley can get them around Jake’s thighs. Jake’s fingers tie into Bradley’s hair and tugs gently trying to get his mouth back. Bradley goes easy. Wet sounds of their mouth fill the night air. Jake keens softly as a finger presses into him. 

Bradley’s mouth devours him. One finger turns to two which turns to three. It’s wet and rough and messy and somehow hitting the spot inside Jake that makes him see stars. 

Jake whines at the loss of fingers. The sound of foil tearing cuts through the fog in Jake’s mind before Bradley’s hand hitches Jake’s thigh around his hips and slowly presses his cock against Jake’s rim. 

“Next time,” Bradley grunts out, “it’s going to be on a bed.” 

Jake moans as Bradley slides into him. It splits him open in all the right ways as Bradley pushes him harder against the Bronco. Fingers grab Jake’s face forcing him to look up into Bradley’s. 

“Next time,” Bradley’s voice is rough. His eyes are wild. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to leave my bed.” 

Jake moans as Bradley bottoms out and lets the white hot feeling burning through his veins consume him.